Chapter 406: Yang Jian Takes Action, Beheads the Enemy Leader

On the battlefield, immortal light overflowed, and magical power surged; Yun Zhongzi was kept busy and had no time to look elsewhere.

Following Gu Xiu's instructions, Yang Jian quietly sneaked into the city.

The situation in the city was already in chaos; King Pingling's defending troops had long since fallen into disarray under the fierce attack of Wen Zhong's army.

Yang Jian did not care about the soldiers in the city and headed all the way toward King Pingling's residence.

At this time, King Pingling was listening to his subordinates' report on the situation outside the city.

Suddenly, Yang Jian appeared out of thin air, the cold light of the three-pointed, double-edged saber in his hand flashing as he beheaded the adjutant in front of him.

This sudden change startled King Pingling.

"Who are you, daring to come here and commit murder? Do you know what place this is?"

Yang Jian's gaze was cold, the three-pointed, double-edged saber in his hand pointing forward, the blade's edge cold and sharp.

"I am Yang Jian, here today to take your life!"

Hearing this, King Pingling was so scared that his legs went soft, and he stumbled backward, falling to the ground on his bottom.

"Someone, someone come and protect me!"

Hearing the call for help, the soldiers of the royal residence rushed over, but they were no match for Yang Jian in a single encounter.

The magical power on Yang Jian's body erupted, and the soldiers who surrounded him were sent flying, falling to the ground and wailing in pain.

Having dealt with the small soldiers, the three-pointed, double-edged saber in Yang Jian's hand flashed; he intended to cut off King Pingling's head.

In an instant, a rich demonic aura rushed toward him.

A huge black shadow punched over, carrying the power of a mountain-toppling sea.

Yang Jian had no choice but to block it with his three-pointed, double-edged saber. When he saw clearly who the attacker was, he discovered it was a burly Black Bear Spirit.

"It's you."

Hearing Yang Jian's words, the Black Bear Spirit's eyes flashed with fierce light.

"You yellow-haired brat, do you know me, the Great King?"

"I don't know you," Yang Jian said faintly.

The Black Bear Spirit bared its blood-red mouth and laughed wildly.

"Then listen well, I am the Great King Black Wind of Black Wind Mountain. You meddlesome brat, daring to come here and run wild, today is your death day!" Having said that, it waved its huge bear paw again, slapping fiercely toward Yang Jian.

Yang Jian had no fear. Practicing the Nine-Turn Profound Art, he had the protection of the Profound Art and a powerful physical body.

Comparing physical strength, he did not fear a Black Bear Spirit at all. He gripped the three-pointed, double-edged saber in his hand and rushed toward the Black Bear Spirit.

During the brief collision, the Black Bear Spirit groaned in pain and retreated again and again.

Its eyes were full of disbelief; in terms of physical strength, it had actually lost.

"Who are you? Why is your physical strength so powerful?"

Yang Jian's expression was indifferent as he spat out two words: "Yang Jian."

Following this, the cold light of the three-pointed, double-edged saber in his hand flashed as he slashed toward the Black Bear Spirit.

The Black Bear Spirit dodged in a sorry state, its eyes burning with anger.

"Brat, since you won't give me a way to live, don't blame me for fighting you to the death!"

The Black Bear Spirit roared repeatedly, opened its blood-red mouth, and spat out a black mist.

Yang Jian was unhurried, his magical power surging, and the three-pointed, double-edged saber he gripped tightly swung out, directly splitting the black mist.

At the same time, the momentum of the saber did not diminish, and it took the opportunity to cut off the Black Bear Spirit's head.

The Black Bear Spirit's huge body fell to the ground with a crash, completely losing its vitality.

After dealing with the Black Bear Spirit, Yang Jian walked toward King Pingling.

King Pingling was already scared pale, paralyzed on the ground.

Seeing Yang Jian walking over, he widened his eyes in terror, begging for mercy: "Exalted Immortal, spare my life! Exalted Immortal, spare my life! Everything was instigated by Yun Zhongzi; I was also helpless!"

Yang Jian's expression was cold, without a trace of pity in his eyes, and he said coldly: "For your own selfish desires, you colluded with monsters and raised a rebellion, causing the people to suffer. Today is your death day!"

Having said that, he swung the three-pointed, double-edged saber in his hand, and a cold light flashed; King Pingling's head rolled off instantly.

After beheading King Pingling, Yang Jian wiped out all the monsters in the residence.

Looking around, he confirmed there was no more threat.

Yang Jian picked up King Pingling's head and flashed, disappearing from the residence.

He intended to go back and report the result to Gu Xiu.

On the hill, Gu Xiu's expression was calm as he overlooked the battlefield.

Yang Jian flew back and bowed respectfully: "Reporting to Master, King Pingling has been beheaded by me, and the Black Bear Spirit and other monsters in his residence have also been executed."

Gu Xiu nodded, his expression gratified.

"Not bad. Next, you throw King Pingling's head onto the battlefield and inform them that King Pingling is dead. How you do it is up to you."

Yang Jian cupped his hands: "Master, rest assured, the disciple will definitely handle this matter properly."

Having said that, Yang Jian left the hill, and before long, arrived at the battlefield outside the city.

At this time, Yun Zhongzi had already taken the opportunity to escape.

The battlefield was a mess, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Wen Zhong was directing the attack on the city.

Yang Jian seized the opportunity, appeared in the high sky, held King Pingling's head high, gathered his magical power, and shouted loudly: "King Pingling colluded with evil monsters and intended to rebel. Now he has been beheaded by me, and his head is here! His accomplices have also been executed. This rebellion will end here. You all open the city gates and surrender immediately!" The voice resounded all around like a bell, reaching the ears of every soldier.

Hearing this, the soldiers of Wen Zhong's army were greatly encouraged and cheered one after another.

As for King Pingling's remaining defending troops, seeing King Pingling's head, their morale fell into chaos, and many people showed expressions of terror on their faces.

Seizing this morale, Yang Jian continued to say loudly: "You were all incited by King Pingling. Now that the mastermind has been removed, if you open the city gates, put down your weapons, and surrender to Grand Preceptor Wen's command, you can still be spared!" The voice was majestic and powerful, echoing on the battlefield.

King Pingling's defending troops looked at each other in dismay.

After a moment, the city gates slowly opened, and a martial general led a group of soldiers out to surrender.

The soldiers in the city also put down the weapons in their hands one after another.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong was overjoyed.

He did not know who the young general in front of him was, but he had changed the situation in an instant.

Thinking of the Water-Fire Qilin coming to help just now, he knew it had to do with Gu Xiu.

After the city gates opened, Wen Zhong sent a troop to enter the city first to investigate.

There were still a few stubborn elements inside trying to resist, but they were quickly suppressed in front of Wen Zhong's army.

Seeing this, Yang Jian flew back to Gu Xiu's side: "Master, the mission is completed. The news of King Pingling's death has spread throughout the battlefield. The enemy's morale is in chaos, and most have surrendered."

Gu Xiu nodded with satisfaction: "Well done. In this way, the leader of this rebellion has been completely wiped out. Next, the matter of cleaning up the small fry will be left to the Dragon Palace and Wen Zhong." ===== CHAPTER 407 =====