Chapter 216: Great War of the Zhou Clan

The fight continued for some time as the guards from the Zhou clan gained twenty casualties. Despite that, Zhou Butong’s face did not change; these guards were men that he had hired with money and had no true affiliation with the Zhou clan. So as those guards died, Zhou Butong didn’t care at all and continued on.

“Everyone forward, whoever can injure him, I will reward them with a thousand purple coins! If you can capture him, then I will offer ten thousand purple coins!” Zhou Butong ordered.

When there was a hefty reward, there would be brave people. Upon hearing the rich treasure, all the guards eyes heated up with greed as they charged with no regard for their lives toward Jian Chen. Their Saint Weapons flew at him one by one in hopes of injuring him instead of capturing him.

Jian Chen stared at the incoming Saint Weapons with a cold glare before his Light Wind Sword exploded into action. With his sword flying about everywhere, in an instant, the Light Wind Sword slammed against each Saint Weapon far too fast for anyone to see.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!….

Following the dense concentration of Saint Weapons smashing against each other, a good amount of the Saint Weapons suddenly broke in half.

The moment the guards whose Saint Weapons broke, had their faces instantly turn pale as they spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately fell to the ground, signifying the death of at least three guards.

The Saint Weapons shared a symbiotic relationship with their owners. The moment a Saint Weapon was injured, their owners would be injured as well. When the Saint Weapons broke under a serious situation, in the best case scenario, the person would be unable to cultivate and be left as a cripple. In the worst case, they would die.

Those who had their Saint Weapons snapped in half meant that their Saint Weapons were completely destroyed. Those who didn’t die, would wake up and begin their life anew as cripples.

However, the allure of the heavy reward offered by Zhou Butong had poisoned the minds of the guards. Even after seeing their comrades fall, they were not frightened in the least. Instead, their ferocity had intensified now that they had less people that could possibly snatch away their prize.

After all, it was a thousand purple coins. For these normal Saints and Great Saints, this was enough for them to live in peace and luxury for their entire lifetime. A thousand purple coins was something they would never actually be able to earn in their lifetime.

The white robed Jian Chen continued to fly through the group of guards with his Light Wind Sword continuing to flash with each swing. The Zhou clan guards fell to the ground one by one. In the beginning, there had been a hundred guards, but after this short amount of time, only half of them remained.

The Zhou clan leader Zhou Butong had already retreated away from the fight with a serious face as he observed the one sided killing which Jian Chen gladly participated in.

“Clan leader, this man is unbelievably strong and his sword is too fast! It’s hard for even us to follow, so these guards simply have no chance to dodge it. If things go on like this, then I’m afraid these guards will soon be completely wiped out!” A middle aged man cried out from behind Zhou Butong.

Zhou Butong’s eyes flashed with a cold glint as he said, “With him using his sword so fast, his Saint Force will be used up quickly. Since just earlier he destroyed the Zhou Mercenaries, there is no way for his Saint Force to have recovered that fast. Let him first use up his Saint Force on these guards, I don’t believe that his Saint Force will still have such an endless supply after this. Zhou Lianyun, hurry up and bring the King Tiger Squad here. This time the enemy cannot be underestimated, I cannot say for certain, but the life or death of our Zhou clan is on the line; we must act accordingly with all our strength.”

“Yes, clan leader.”

After being commanded, he immediately dashed to the back of the Zhou clan courtyards.

After the brutal massacre of the Zhou clan guards, there was only ten guards remaining and another hundred or so lying on the ground with their blood pouring out all over the place staining the marble floors red.

Jian Chen’s body flickered as he reappeared behind the ten guards. With the hazy glow of the Light Wind Sword, he slashed through their necks and cleanly destroyed their ability to breathe and live.

At this moment, every single guard from the Zhou clan had been completely wiped out. All that remained within the courtyard was Zhou Butong and a dozen members of the clan.

Just after Jian Chen had slashed through the throats of the ten now dead guards, an ear whistling sound could be heard as a strong gale of wind flew at him from behind.

Before the biting cold gale of wind could press against Jian Chen’s shoulder, his face grew unnaturally serious before quickly turning around and bringing the Light Wind Sword up to protect himself.

“Keng!”

A large sword suddenly fell against Jian Chen’s sword, transmitting a large amount of power from sword to sword which pushed Jian Chen back a few steps.

Following his backward momentum, Jian Chen’s feet allowed himself to fly backward as if to get rid of the excess force driving him back.

“Ha!” A thunderous shout exploded outward as Zhou Butong didn’t let Jian Chen have a single second to breathe before sending another sword strike at him.

After that, the dozen members from the Zhou clan began to pull out their Saint Weapons before charging at him as well. Among the group was the relieved and recently fresh Great Saint Master Zhou Yun, the captain of the Zhou Mercenaries.

Jian Chen didn’t bother to hesitate and brought down his Light Wind Sword onto the sword of Zhou Butong with an extremely large amount of Sword Qi.

As the two Saint Weapons collided in midair, another strong ripple of Saint Force erupted from the epicenter and flew out in every direction, washing over the grass and the other Zhou clan members.

A strike after, the strong amount of Saint Force had forced Jian Chen to retreat another six steps while Zhou Butong flew back three steps.

Before waiting for Jian Chen to stabilize himself, the dozen Zhou clan members rushed at him with powerful Saint Force erupting from their Saint Weapons ready to slash at Jian Chen. Zhou Yun himself dashed behind Jian Chen and with his long spear acting almost as if it was a serpent, striking toward him.