Even after the Light Wind Sword had pierced the bandit’s throat, Jian Chen didn’t stop moving. The other two bandits had already gotten close, readying their weapons to slash down towards him.
Facing the two bandits who were preparing their weapons, Jian Chen did not look panicked at all. With a calm face, he grabbed his sword and used the Profound Steps to approach the two bandits at rapid speeds. At the same time, the blood red sword in his hand lashed out and stabbed one of the two bandits in the throat.
The Light Wind Sword met no resistance as the stabbed bandit didn’t react at all. It pierced deeply through his throat, and with a fluid motion, Jian Chen pulled it out and stabbed the third bandit as well.
Every single stab from Jian Chen had been extremely fast, the naked eye wouldn’t be able to keep up. No one would be able to avoid his strokes, and so the third bandit would definitely not be able to survive a blow to his throat either.
To Jian Chen, killing people was already as common as breathing. Seeing the life escaping from people was nothing uncommon, and he never hesitated over taking a bandit’s life. And so the Light Wind Sword continued to fly out towards the bandits.
Amongst the fierce clash, no one was safe from this battle. Even the caravan drivers who weren’t Saints were grouped together with a few mercenaries fending off the bandits.
The battle was causing both sides to rapidly lose numbers; both the bandits and the mercenaries suffered from disastrous casualties. Aside from Jian Chen, who was still completely clean of blood, everyone else was drenched in it; some were covered head to toe in both blood and wounds.
Although the bandits had a higher number of people than the mercenaries, their strength and teamwork were lacking in discipline in comparison to the mercenaries, who had spent a good portion of their time with each other. So when the two fought, despite having superior numbers, the bandits were fighting on equal grounds with the mercenaries.