From bone collectors to the supreme ruler of humanity

Chapter 124 Hmm, this team is capable of...

Lin Yan's perception covered the entire valley.

Every wisp of true energy flowing in the air, every strand of killing intent directed towards, was clearly visible to him.

left.

No, the right side.

No, it's right in front of us!

The figure of the black-clad cultivator appeared from the void, with two short daggers, one above the other, aimed at the throat and the other at the heart.

This is his killing move; all the feints before were just preparations for this strike.

Lin Yan suddenly opened his eyes.

He did not attempt to block the attack.

The Zhenyue Blade thrust straight out, its blade aimed at the black-clad cultivator's chest—a suicidal attack.

The black-clad monk's pupils contracted sharply.

He never expected that Lin Yan would not dodge.

The short dagger was only three inches from Lin Yan's throat, and the tip of the Zhenyue sword was only three inches from his chest.

He wanted to trade injury for injury? No, he wanted to trade life for life.

A thought flashed through the black-clad monk's mind... Is this person insane?

But the arrow was already on the bowstring, and there was no turning back.

His dagger arrived first.

However, his mind was momentarily in turmoil, and the dagger in his hand veered slightly.

The first dagger pierced Lin Yan's shoulder, the tip breaking through his skin and embedding itself in his collarbone.

The second dagger pierced his heart, penetrating his official robes, and pressed against his sternum.

For an ordinary martial artist, those two strikes would have been fatal.

But Lin Yan had just fully activated the "Dragon Elephant Body Forging Technique", "Yan King's Heart Sutra" and [Berserk Transformation], and his skin turned red. After the short dagger pierced his skin, it was firmly stuck by the tough fascia and could not go any further.

Lin Yan's Zhenyue Blade pierced solidly into the black-clad cultivator's chest.

The tip of the knife protruded from his back, bringing with it a cloud of blood mist.

The black-clad cultivator looked down at the blade in his chest, then looked up at Lin Yan. Before he could speak, blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, his body went limp, and he slumped onto the Zhenyue Blade.

Lin Yan kicked the corpse aside and drew his knife.

The blade was pulled from flesh and bone with a screeching sound.

After killing the man in black, he didn't pause for a moment. Enduring the pain in his shoulder and chest, he turned around and pounced on the burly man.

At this moment, Yang Tie had been forced to the edge of the rock wall, his long staff held horizontally in front of him, gritting his teeth as he withstood the relentless blows of the ring-pommel sword.

His tiger's mouth was already cracked from the impact, and blood was flowing down the stick.

"Brother Yang, move aside!"

Lin Yan roared and swung the Zhenyue Blade upwards.

The burly man was about to slash down with his sword when he saw Lin Yan's sword coming from the side, so he had no choice but to withdraw his sword and defend.

The man felt a tremendous force coming from the blade, his hand went numb, and he almost dropped the ring-pommel sword.

"You! You killed Yin San! How could this be..." His eyes widened.

Lin Yan gave him no time to react, pressing forward relentlessly, each move aimed at a vital point.

The burly man was forced to retreat step by step by Lin Yan's fierce attack. He stepped on a piece of gravel and staggered.

Yang Tie seized the opportunity, passing his long stick under Lin Yan's armpit and stabbing the man in the knee.

With a crack, a crisp sound came from the man's kneecap.

The man screamed and knelt on one knee.

Lin Yan's Zhenyue Blade was already at his neck.

Wu Meng's side also finished the battle.

Seeing his two teammates dead and defeated, the middle-aged man in the military robe panicked. He had his short sword cleaved in two by an axe, and then was struck on the back with another axe, causing him to fall face-first into the mud. Wu Meng stepped on his lower back and pressed the heavy axe against the back of his head, rendering him unable to move.

The battle lasted less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

Lin Yan placed the Zhenyue Blade on the burly man's shoulder. "Who sent you?"

The burly man raised his head, his face contorted with grotesque features, his forehead covered in cold sweat. "No...no one sent anyone...we decided it ourselves."

"What are you discussing?"

"On the day we set off... we saw the three of you team up." The man glanced at Wu Meng and Yang Tie. "Three against three, and two of you are so skinny, you don't look like you can fight, so we decided to strike first, take you out to reduce our competitors, and take the treasures you have."

Wu Meng walked over and kicked him in the face, causing the man's nose to bleed profusely. "Damn it, do you think we're pushovers? You've come to bully me?"

Lin Yan stared into his eyes for three seconds, then increased the pressure on his hand holding the Zhenyue Blade.

"Who knows if you're lying to me?"

The man's throat was cut by the blade of the Zhenyue sword, leaving a thin gash from which blood seeped.

"No! No! My lord, I'm telling the truth... If... if I'm lying, may I... be struck by lightning!"

"My lord, we really dare not do it again! Please spare our lives! We'll serve you like cattle and horses..."

Lin Yan ignored the man's pleas for mercy, and seeing how terrified he was, he didn't think he was lying.

Lin Yan gave Wu Meng and the other man a wink, then thrust the Zhenyue Blade forward.

The knife tip pierced his throat and emerged from the back of his neck.

The burly man's eyes widened, a gurgling sound came from his throat, blood gushed from the hole, his body twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

Lin Yan drew his sword, and drops of blood trickled down the groove, pooling on the ground.

He walked toward the middle-aged man in a military officer's robe.

"No...don't kill me! I can be your scout...I...I'll give you my salary, my mansion, my wives and concubines...Don't kill me! Ah..." The middle-aged man was only halfway through his sentence when Yang Tie's long stick smashed his Adam's apple.

Yang Tie sheathed his long staff, expressionless. "Keeping it around is just asking for trouble."

The three men dragged the three corpses to the depths of the valley, dug a pit, threw them in and buried them, then covered the small mound with pebbles and dead branches.

Lin Yan squatted down and searched the three people's bags.

The silver notes totaled over eight hundred taels, along with fifteen bottles of wound medicine, thirty Qi-nourishing pills, and their weapons were all top-grade treasures.

He divided the pills and silver notes into three portions, handing one portion to Wu Meng and one to Yang Tie.

Wu Meng took the item, but instead of putting it away immediately, he looked Lin Yan up and down with his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yan asked.

Wu Meng stuffed the things into his pocket, walked up to Lin Yan, suddenly clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, "Brother Lin, no, Boss Lin."

Lin Yan frowned. "What are you doing?"

"I, Wu Meng, may not be the smartest person, but there's one thing I can tell clearly... who's capable and who's not." Wu Meng straightened up, patted his chest, and said, "In that battle just now, you single-handedly held off the most troublesome assassin, even sacrificing your own life to kill him, and then came to save us. I'm impressed."

He paused for a moment, then said, "When we rebelled before, I was the one with the most power and became the leader. Now, if anyone in our group has the right to make decisions, it has to be you."

Lin Yan looked at Yang Tie.

Yang Tie was wiping the blood off his long staff when he heard this, and he slowly nodded. "I have no objection."

"Then it's settled!" Wu Meng laughed heartily, putting his arm around Lin Yan's shoulder. "Boss, from now on, wherever you point, I'll go, no questions asked."

In these temporary teams, someone always needs to make the final decision when something happens.

Rather than letting the three people each have their own version of events, it would be better for him to be the central figure.

He stood up, dusted off his hands, and said, "Let's go. We can still cover fifty miles before tonight."

Yang Tie had already slung his bundle and long stick over his shoulder and was the first to walk out of the valley.

Wu Meng, carrying his heavy axe, followed after them. After a few steps, he looked back at the direction where the bodies were buried and muttered, "All three were killed, not a single one was left alive... Hmm, this team is decent."