Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1315: Chapter 859: Ring-Headed Saber_3

With a single glance, Yang Xiao knew that these three were no ordinary individuals—they were at least Fierce Grade Angel Envoys.

Especially the elder in the middle who was meditating with eyes closed, his level of spiritual power wasn’t much inferior to Yang Xiao’s.

According to the report from the nearby guard captain, these three were all heinous criminals: robbers and murderers of passing caravans, village massacres, and vile bandits who killed dozens of young women to further their own malevolent purposes.

In short, these villains’ crimes were unforgivable and they were originally scheduled for a public execution in half a month.

"Very well." Yang Xiao nodded in satisfaction; killing such individuals wouldn’t weigh on his conscience, after all, he considered himself a good person.

"Unlock their shackles and then bring their Magic Artifacts here," Yang Xiao ordered. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

This command left the guard captain stunned, and in clumsy Hua language, he stammered that all these guys were Angel Envoys, not weak in power; if they got their hands on the artifacts, it could spell trouble.

"Do as he says." Sheng Yanlin, tapping his Wisdom Stick, furrowed his brows.

Clearly, Sheng Yanlin’s words carried more weight than Yang Xiao’s, because Sheng Yanlin was now an Esoteric Elder, so the guards dared not delay and immediately set out to execute the order.

It didn’t take long for a few Magic Artifacts to be delivered, stored within specially made boxes.

At the same time, Yang Xiao also perceived a few unfamiliar presences nearby, likely some elders of the Esoteric Sect who came upon hearing the news.

However, Yang Xiao didn’t care because he wasn’t planning to make a move in the Martial Training Field.

Presently, his spiritual power was quite formidable; he intended to drag these three into the Mirror World.

"You three should surely know the crimes you’ve committed; staying would mean certain death, but today I offer you a chance to survive."

Holding the Ring-Headed Saber, resting it on his shoulder, Yang Xiao arrogantly admonished the three, "I’ll allow you three to join forces today, three against one. If you can kill me, I’ll let you go. I won’t go back on my word."

"You, Hua Country guy, does your word count here?" To Yang Xiao’s surprise, one of the three actually understood some Hua language.

"I can vouch for him," said Sheng Yanlin, dressed in Esoteric Elder robes, making his words all the more convincing.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Xiao summoned the Soul-Capturing Mirror, and with a thought, pulled the three into the Mirror World; as for Sheng Yanlin, he followed in on his own.

Given Yang Xiao’s current level of spiritual power, he couldn’t possibly pull Sheng Yanlin in against his will.

Prior to this, Yang Xiao had already made preparations, having sealed the Ghost Fog Bottle, so the Mirror World now was very clean.

The Mirror World corresponds to the real world outside, meaning they were still standing in the Martial Training Field, which, being relatively spacious, was suitable for a battle.

"Another world crafted from space, interesting..." said the elder with spiritual power on par with Yang Xiao, holding a Shuttle Spear, as he surveyed the world with a peculiar expression.

The three of them didn’t move, instead, they focused their attention on Sheng Yanlin, who was watching the fight.

These three weren’t fools; they sensed the unabashed fluctuation of spiritual power emanating from Sheng Yanlin, realizing he was a formidable master they couldn’t afford to provoke.

Without Sheng Yanlin’s nod, none dared to make the first move. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Yang Xiao performed some simple physical exercises, planning to master the use of the Ring-Headed Saber through actual combat, which was the fastest way. Previously, he had inadvertently discovered some of the special abilities of Magic Artifacts during actual combat.

"You may proceed once you are ready." Seeing Yang Xiao nod, Sheng Yanlin coldly addressed the three.

"I’ll engage him, you two look for an opportunity to ambush him. Don’t aim to kill with a single blow, as long as you can wound him, got it?"

As the strongest of the three, the elderly man with graying hair naturally became the team’s commander, and the other two instinctively followed his lead.

In the Apostle World, strength commands respect; they were well aware that only by clinging to this individual’s protective wing could they have a chance of survival.

"Are you ready yet? I’ve been waiting so long, flowers have wilted," said Yang Xiao, unfazed by the three-person assault. In a rather bitter tone, he remarked he was used to being ganged up on; now, fighting one-on-one felt less familiar.

"Attack!" The elder with gray hair made the first move, rushing toward Yang Xiao with the Shuttle Spear. Yang Xiao remained immobile, waiting for him with the Ring-Headed Saber in hand.

A fierce thrust aimed at Yang Xiao’s side; with a twist of his wrist, Yang Xiao used the back of his saber to smack the spear off its mark.

The moment the Magic Artifacts clashed, the elder’s expression changed instantly. He clearly felt something amiss with the spear he’d wielded for many years; that slight knock almost made him lose grip.

But he wasn’t devoid of insight; after three moves, he began to vaguely see through it. The young man before him used ordinary sword techniques, akin to someone recklessly hacking away with a knife.

His use of the artifact was not proficient, suggesting this saber was new to him; this guy was using them as practice dummies!

Daring to use Angel Envoys of equal rank for practice, there was no denying this guy had immense guts.

Simultaneously, the elder with graying hair also felt enormous pressure; this lad appeared full of openings, but strangely gave him an intense sense of danger.

He had felt this sensation before, but only when facing opponents whose spiritual power was far stronger than his—which made no sense for it to appear on an Angel Envoy of equal rank.

Still, it was this young brat.