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."
