Chapter 2289

The battle ahead was still ongoing. The old man was very strong, but he was no match for the combined forces of the miners.

The battlefield was slowly moving into the distance. The old man was discreetly creating an opportunity for Zi Chen to escape.

But if Zi Chen ran, the old man's life would be in danger.

Zi Chen would not run, and he could not run. He could not implicate the old man, who had treated him well.

The cloth strip in his hand had been untied, revealing the black scabbard. He grabbed the scabbard with his left hand and stood up again. He looked out of the cave with a cold gaze.

The miners fighting were all Saint Kings. They could even be said to be Saint Kings with Saint-level physical bodies.

Their physical bodies were very tough. It was difficult to hurt each other with pickaxes.

Every time the old man knocked them down, they could stand up again and charge at the old man with vigor.

The old man had exhausted too much of his physical strength. His footsteps were no longer vigorous, and his reaction speed had decreased.

During this time, he was hit by the attacks of Ulu and the others. He was at a complete disadvantage. Soon, he would be defeated and his life would be in danger.

Zi Chen turned around, took out the Sacred Black Crystal from the bamboo basket, and threw it out of the cave. He stood beside the cave and said to the people fighting in the distance, "If you want the Sacred Black Crystal, come and get it!"

As he spoke, Zi Chen walked out of the cave. His left hand held the scabbard on his back.

These people were fighting the old man for the Sacred Black Crystal. Now that they saw this young man take the initiative to throw it out, their eyes flashed with greed.

"Get lost!"

Ulu saw Zi Chen walk up to the Sacred Black Crystal. A cold light flashed in his greedy eyes.

He gave up on the old man and roared at Zi Chen. He rushed over.

He gripped the pickaxe tightly in his hand, and the veins on his arm bulged. After quickly arriving in front of Zi Chen, he raised the pickaxe high and smashed it at Zi Chen.

Although the old man intended to intercept the others, there were still a few who managed to get past him and head towards Zi Chen. They were only slightly slower than Wu Lu.

Looking at this powerful strike, Zi Chen's expression didn't change at all. His right foot moved a step to the right, and the left hand behind his back and the scabbard appeared in front of him.

His body leaned to the right, and his right hand landed on the hilt of his sword. The pickaxe in Wu Lu's hand brushed past the corner of Zi Chen's clothes and smashed down.

Swoosh!

His left arm, which had been slightly shaken, did not move at all. Zi Chen exerted force with his right hand and pulled out his saber from its sheath.

Here, energy couldn't be used, and Zi Chen couldn't display his stunning Knife Drawing Technique.

However, he could still exert strength, so his action of pulling out the saber was still very elegant.

When he pulled out the saber, a black light flashed on the broken saber. Without the saber light, the power of the saber could be ignored.

However, Zi Chen was not simply unsheathing his saber. While he was unsheathing his saber, he continued to exert force in his right arm. The black broken saber slashed diagonally upwards. It was as if it could lift the sky. It extended from Wu Lu's left abdomen to his right shoulder.

Wu Lu's clothes, which were also patched up, were instantly torn apart by the saber. The defense around his body, which was so strong that even the pickaxe couldn't break through, was instantly cut open by the broken saber.

This saber move was an advanced version of the Knife Drawing Technique. It was somewhat similar to the essence of the Knife Drawing Technique that Zi Chen had comprehended. However, it was much more powerful than the original Knife Drawing Technique.

This was because this was the Extreme Knife Drawing Technique recorded in the Ninth Heaven Saber Technique. This saber move was an offensive move, and there was no return.

The broken saber in his hand was no longer sheathed in an instant like before. Instead, it was pointing diagonally at the sky, flowing with black light.

Wu Lu's attack missed, and his body froze on the spot. He stared blankly at the cut on his body, his eyes full of disbelief.

This young fellow, who he had never taken seriously, had actually taken out a weapon and broken through his defense so easily.

Even the old man hadn't been able to obtain a weapon all these years.

He had once had the opportunity to obtain a weapon, but he had chosen the stone house. Weapons were useless, and he wouldn't be able to fight anyone there.

However, today, when he saw the long wound on his body, regret appeared in his heart for the first time.

However, what made him regret even more was the black blood that flowed out of the wound. His body couldn't help but sway, and he felt dizzy.

"You, you …"

He looked at Zi Chen in disbelief. At that moment, his expression was full of shock and intense fear.

Zi Chen, who was holding the scabbard in his left hand and the broken saber in his right, didn't pay any attention to Wu Lu. Instead, he took a step sideways and bypassed the other party. The broken saber in his hand didn't return to the scabbard. Instead, he slashed forward.

The second person who appeared in front of him was Parry. When the other party saw the broken saber in Zi Chen's hand, he was clearly shocked. At the same time, he changed his attack to a block.

In this world, a weapon was a very high level item. Compared to the lowest level of pickaxes, it was much more advanced.

Whoosh!

As the broken saber slashed down, there seemed to be a faint flash of black light. The pickaxe in Parry's hand immediately split into two. At the same time, the broken saber slashed down and cut open the other party's forehead.

Parry's movements froze. Zi Chen's face was expressionless. His body, along with the broken saber, turned in a circle at the same time. The broken saber and his body drew an arc in the air.

Within this arc, Zi Chen dodged Della's attack. Following that, the broken saber cut off the other party's arm that was holding the pickaxe.

With a cry of alarm, Della held the broken arm with one hand, allowing the blood to gush out as he retreated in horror.

This scene happened almost instantaneously. By the time the others reacted, Zi Chen had already taken three steps forward, leaving Ulu and Parry behind.

His eyes stared indifferently at Della. The latter was terrified and kept retreating.

The others who reacted had already stopped in their tracks. They looked at the cold Zi Chen in horror.

Not far ahead, the other people who were fighting with the old man also stopped and looked over in shock.

The little guy that they did not take seriously at first had defeated three people in an instant.

The old man was also shocked. He knew that Zi Chen carried something wrapped in cloth all day long, but he did not know what it was.

He did not expect it to be a broken saber that had been baptized by the rules of this place. Its quality was extraordinary.

After glancing at these people indifferently, Zi Chen turned around with the saber in his hand. He walked past Parry and came to stand behind Ulu.

At this moment, Ulu's body was suffused with a black light. The poison that was smeared on the blade had begun to invade his heart meridian.

He trembled as he took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom. He poured out the only elixir from it and was about to put it into his mouth.

As long as he took the elixir in time, his life would be saved.

As for the wound on his body, it was not a fatal injury. With his strong physical body, he could completely recover.

However, before he could put the elixir into his mouth, he heard a cold voice behind him. "This elixir is useless to you. Don't waste it!"

Ulu was heavily poisoned and his movements were slow. He did not know what was happening behind him, but he knew that it was a very bad thing. It could even endanger his life.

He did not know what was happening behind him, but the others behind him saw it clearly.

They saw Zi Chen raise the broken saber that had not been sheathed and slash at Ulu's neck without hesitation. It was as easy and casual as cutting melons and grass.

"Puff!"

With a soft sound, a head flew up. Blood spurted from the headless body.

The broken saber returned to its scabbard in an instant. Zi Chen stepped forward and grabbed the broken saber that was about to spurt blood. His figure quickly moved away.

Two drops of blood stained his patched robes, corroding two small holes in them.

The entire mine was dead silent. Only the sound of blood spurting could be heard.

Ulu had become a headless corpse. Parry stood there motionless. The visible skin on his body had turned pitch-black.

After about three breaths, his body fell backward.

Three people, two dead.

In addition to the poison, Parry's fatal wound was the saber wound from between his eyebrows to his cheek.

Dela, who had fallen backward, was still alive. However, he had lost an arm. Moreover, the poison had begun to invade his body. His skin was faintly pitch-black.

"Poison, his saber is poisoned!" He shouted in horror. However, his eyes looked around with a pleading look.

Losing an arm would not kill him. As long as the poison was detoxified, his life would not be in danger.

However, at this moment, the people who had been fighting side by side with him subconsciously avoided his gaze.

Let's not talk about whether or not these people had the antidote. Even if they did, they would keep it for themselves. Who would be willing to give it to others?

Zi Chen grabbed the scabbard and looked indifferently at Dela. He had an antidote in his hand, but Dela clearly did not have the guts to ask for it.

The old man was astonished by Zi Chen's combat strength. Although he had not seen it before, he had been able to guess how Zi Chen had attacked and how his footwork had changed based on the traces left behind on the battlefield.

It had to be said that Luo Yunyang had a very good grasp of combat. He was also very skilled in controlling his strength.

If one were to treat such a person as a newcomer to this place, they would be courting death.

"Save me, old man, save me. I don't want the Sacred Black Crystal anymore. From now on, everything I have is yours. My life is also yours!"

Dela, who had been poisoned, did not want to die. When he saw the old man, he immediately knelt down and begged as if he had found a life-saving straw.

The old man stood where he was. The pickaxe in his hand was still mottled with blood. He looked coldly at Dela, who was begging for mercy, and did not say a word.

He was not a miner. He was a Saint King. He was a decisive existence.

Although his days as a miner had worn away his spirit, today, his bloodthirst had been completely aroused. The coldness in his heart was also revealed.

Being kind to one's enemy was being cruel to oneself.

Dela collapsed in fear. Even when he died, no one came to his aid. Perhaps it was because they did not want to, or perhaps it was because they did not dare.