"Hahaha! Who would’ve thought that the renowned Yan Jiantong would turn out to be such a coward, shrinking from death! Today, I, Black Tiger A Si, have truly broadened my horizons!"
The man suddenly burst into loud laughter.
Initially, when facing this infamous demon of the martial world, he felt a bit nervous and scared inside.
But now, seeing the other party pleading for mercy in such a way, his worries dissipated.
This Evil Yan was groveling, clearly seeing that his side had the upper hand in numbers, knowing he was no match, and wanted to beg for mercy.
Moreover, how could he pass up such a golden opportunity to make a name for himself?
The fact that Yan Jiantong even dared to think of pleading for his own release was utterly ridiculous!
The burly man raised the longsword in his hand, pointing it remotely in the direction of Yan Jiantong, decisively declaring:
"Yan Dog Thief! Whether you have an eighty-year-old mother or a three-year-old child doesn’t matter, they’re likely as vile as you!"
"Anyone capable of producing a demon like you must also be abominably wicked! As for your child, they will undoubtedly grow into an evil person wreaking havoc in the future! Such people should die sooner rather than later!"
"Give up any hope you have, no matter what you say today, we will not let you go! You will die today!" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovᴇlFɪre.ɴet
As his words fell, those around him erupted into derisive laughter, looking at the person in front with disdain, as if they were already in complete control.
Seeing this, Pei Laoliu’s expression grew more peculiar.
He wondered if the people of this world were too naive or if they were simply too caught up in the situation to see the true intention behind Yan Jiantong’s words.
This was no plea for mercy; he was clearly digging a grave for these guys!
Those three declarations of certain death seemed to be speaking to their own fate.
Sure enough, Yan Jiantong glanced at the few people behind the big man and spoke:
"What about you? Are you all the same as him?"
The few laughed at him, completely unaware of the impending disaster.
Yan Jiantong spoke the third ’fine’, his gaze turning entirely cold.
"In that case, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"
Before his words even ended, he had already drawn his sword, swiftly moving to the nearest man’s side.
With just a flash of the sword light, the man clutched his neck, toppled over, and after twitching on the ground a few times, stopped moving entirely.
The rest were shocked at the demon’s ferocity and decisiveness and rushed forward with weapons to counterattack.
The man who spoke earlier seemed to have a bit of skill; otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared to confront Yan Jiantong here with his group.
He fought for just a moment before dropping his longsword, switching to using just his bare hands against Yan Jiantong in a head-on clash.
A dragon’s roar erupted as inner strength burst from Yan Jiantong’s palm, the sound of bones cracking came from the man’s right arm, and he was sent flying, crashing into a bunch of tables and chairs.
"Dragon Roar Palm! Wow... What power..."
The man spat blood and couldn’t get back up for a while.
The others seized the opportunity to launch a group attack, but Yan Jiantong unleashed five consecutive palms, repelling them all.
The entire fight happened swiftly and ended even quicker. In just two or three minutes, the others were all down.
"Cough, cough, cough... You, you..."
The big man was no longer the same as he was at the start, looking at the man before him with fright written all over his face.
Yan Jiantong advanced with treasure sword in hand.
"What do you want... Don’t come any closer!"
The big man was filled with terror, wanting to get up and flee, but his internal organs were injured in the clash, making it impossible to move.
He could only hopelessly watch as Yan Jiantong walked closer, placing the longsword against his neck.
"My name is Yan, you can’t kill me, I’m Black Tiger A Si, my elder brother is Flying Dragon A San, the leader of the Holy Dragon Gang. If you kill me, he will never let you go!"
The man began to plead, but Yan Jiantong merely glanced at him with disdain, slitting his throat with a swift motion of the sword.
"Demon, you won’t die a good death! If you dare, let me go and we’ll settle this in three years!"
Another person shouted loudly, a longsword at their throat.
Yan Jiantong still ignored him, ending his life with a single sword strike.
"Master, I beg you, please don’t kill me, I know I was wrong... I will serve you willingly..."
"Senior Yan, I came here under A Si’s persuasion, I truly didn’t mean to cause trouble, I have a wife and young child at home, I truly cannot..."
"Demon, with so many dead here, aren’t you afraid of retribution!"
After several sword slashes, several lives were reaped, and every one of those who had just been clamoring had been killed at this moment.
Pei Laoliu watched this scene, shaking his head, yet he did not intervene.
These people had already dug their own graves earlier, so it’s natural that they couldn’t blame others for striking ruthlessly.
Yan Jiantong asked that question to demonstrate a point, presumably.
Since I pleaded with you, yet you still wanted to kill me.
When you plead with me later, why should I spare you?
The reasoning is straightforward, but unfortunately, some people fail to see it.
Pei Laoliu had only been in this world for just two days, but he had already witnessed many life-and-death scenes, truly leaving him with a mix of feelings inside.