Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion
Chapter 386 – Spare the lives under the sword

Chapter 386 – Spare the lives under the sword

Meng Fan's eyes gleamed with a cold light, and a murderous intent surged forth in that instant.

Previously, he had been secluded in Shu Mountain, honing his skills in isolation. He didn't have a deep understanding of his own strength, only knowing that he was at the fifth level of the Condensing Elixir Realm and slightly stronger than others at the same level.

But upon arriving at the Wu family, he realized his strength was far beyond just a little stronger than his peers.

Much stronger!

Even against a Summoning God, he had the ability to hold his ground.

"Old monk, what are you so nervous about? Others might not know my strength, but you should be clear about it," Meng Fan casually transmitted a message to the old monk.

Then, he waved his hand!

In the void, countless strands of Sword Qi blossomed.

Unlike the Sword Qi he used against Wu Xingxing in the inn yesterday, which was uniform and identical, the Sword Qi now was varied and different.

This indicated that Meng Fan was not using the Myriad Swords Art, but the Myriad Swords As One!

[Myriad Swords As One]

Meng Fan's gaze was cold, with a murderous intent hidden within the chill.

At this moment, his intention was not just to kill Wu Jin; he genuinely wanted to kill him.

For Wu Jin, he was going all out, even pushing himself to his limits.

But for Meng Fan, he was still holding back.

Because the Myriad Swords As One he just used was merely Sword Qi.

In his storage ring, he still had the Hong Qi Sword, the Red Sheep Sword, and even over a hundred Spiritual Swords.

If he unleashed all these sword weapons, his strength would rise to another level, or even two.

However, Meng Fan had not yet integrated the Small Thousand Sword Formation into the Myriad Swords As One, so he rarely used these sword weapons.

Of course, another reason was that Wu Jin was not worthy of Meng Fan using them.

Although the Small Thousand Sword Formation was not integrated into the Myriad Swords As One, with Meng Fan's current ability, fully deploying the Small Thousand Sword Formation and controlling the hundred-plus Spiritual Swords in the Sword Pellet was not difficult.

In fact, the power of the Small Thousand Sword Formation was stronger than the Myriad Swords As One.

After all, tangible sword weapons were always stronger than Sword Qi.

"Meng, my young friend, show mercy!" At this moment, a voice came from afar, like thunder, exploding in Meng Fan's ears.

It was the voice of that old man, Wu Qianji.

Meng Fan's face showed a cold smile, unmoved, as he continued to control the Myriad Swords As One to strike at Wu Jin.

He had already seen the fear on Wu Jin's face.

Even with the evil arts boosting him, Wu Jin was undoubtedly doomed against Meng Fan's Myriad Swords As One.

Meng Fan had already seen the outcome.

Wu Qianji had also seen this outcome; otherwise, he wouldn't have spoken up at this moment.

"Meng Benefactor, that old man's Divine Sense has been watching here for a while. He didn't speak up earlier or later, but chose this moment to speak to you," the old monk's voice appeared in Meng Fan's mind again.

Meng Fan hadn't detected Wu Qianji's Divine Sense, but the old monk had keenly sensed it.

One had to admit, the old monk's words at this moment had a hint of fanning the flames.

But Meng Fan didn't care, as he had already made up his mind.

This sword would definitely kill Wu Jin!

At this moment, the only thing that could make Meng Fan stop would be the personal arrival of the Sect Master of Shu Mountain.

After all, in front of the Sect Master, Meng Fan truly didn't dare to act recklessly.

Wu Qianji's words were useless!

From afar, a voice shot over like a flash of lightning.

In just an instant, it reached the back mountain, only a step away from Wu Jin.

But this step was like an insurmountable chasm.

Because in that fleeting moment, Wu Jin had already been pierced by countless swords, turned into a beehive.

Dead!

If Wu Qianji had arrived a second earlier, he could have saved Wu Jin.

But that second was an eternity.

In fact, even if he had arrived a second earlier, Meng Fan's sword could have been faster by a second.

Because from the moment he realized Meng Fan's Myriad Swords As One could kill Wu Jin, it was already too late to intervene.

Unless Meng Fan showed mercy at his shout.

But the fact was clear, Meng Fan was unwilling to show mercy!

"Senior, you were a step too late. I heard your shout, but it was too late to retract my sword," Meng Fan said, eyes wide open, lying through his teeth.

He was utterly fearless, not caring about Wu Qianji's feelings at all.

Although Lin Feiyan was not by his side at the moment, without the protection of the sword talisman, he was still completely unflustered.

Because he was certain that Wu Qianji wouldn't dare to make a move against him.

He had a justified reason to kill Wu Qianji.

After all, Wu Qianji wanted to kill him, and he was merely defending himself.

Moreover, Wu Jin was dressed in black night attire, with his discarded mask still lying on the ground nearby.

In this assassin's guise, was there a problem with him killing Wu Jin?

No problem at all!

"Senior, do you recognize this assassin? I am a bit puzzled. Who is this person, and why did he want to kill me?" Meng Fan asked knowingly.

This was a counterattack, forcing Wu Qianji to swallow his own bitter fruit.

Wu Qianji looked at Wu Jin's corpse, which was extremely miserable, and forced a smile as he said to Meng Fan:

"It's good that you're safe, my young friend. It was our Wu family's poor hospitality that startled you. You should go back and rest well. Leave this assassin's matter to me."

The person was already dead; what else could he do?

It was just a polite remark.

Meng Fan didn't bother entangling with Wu Qianji any further and turned to leave, heading back to his room.

After all, Wu Jin was already dead by his hand, and there was no need to continue pressing the matter.

Moreover, in any case, it was the Wu family that suffered the loss!

After Meng Fan left, Wu Qianji's face turned cold, a shade of iron blue.

The Wu family's loss was greater than Meng Fan could imagine.

Because Wu Jin was considered one of the most outstanding members of the Wu family...

One of them!

Wu Jin's death was a severe blow to the Wu family.

In Wu Qianji's mind, Wu Jin was one of the successors of the Wu family's next generation.

In the current generation of the Wu family, there were only three people who could be considered useful.

The heir to the Wu family head would undoubtedly be one of these three.

Now that Wu Jin was dead, only two remained, which was a significant blow to the Wu family!

Wu Qianji's face was iron blue, his gaze cold as he looked at Wu Jin.

At this moment, he no longer felt sorrow but was filled with anger and dissatisfaction towards Wu Jin's corpse.

"Wu Jin, you fool, why did you provoke this little ancestor!!!"

To be honest, Wu Jin wanting to avenge his son was emotionally understandable, but rationally it was truly foolish.

What would killing Meng Fan achieve?

Even if he succeeded, it would only bring about his own destruction and possibly a catastrophe for the Wu family.

Your son isn't dead, so why are you in such a hurry?

Wu Qianji was an old fox; he wouldn't be as naive as Wu Jin.

Killing Meng Fan would only bring greater trouble.

He wasn't afraid of Meng Fan but of Lin Feiyan, the granddaughter of the Sect Master of Shu Mountain.

What would killing Meng Fan accomplish?

As long as Lin Feiyan was alive, news would reach Shu Mountain, and the Wu family would still face disaster!

As for killing Lin Feiyan to silence her, that was even more absurd.

The granddaughter of the Sect Master of Shu Mountain couldn't be killed.

And couldn't be killed!

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