Ling Tian Sword God

"Persistent old bastard."

Ling Chen naturally saw the relentlessly pursuing Saint Qian Yan and couldn’t help but curse, but he didn’t pause for a moment; instead, he sped up and darted towards the depths of the tomb chamber!

If he were to be caught by this group, it would be hard to escape again.

With feet on his flying swords, Ling Chen pushed his speed to the limit, and even Saint Qian Yan could only match him in speed, so there was no way they could catch up with him anytime soon.

After a series of flickering movements, Ling Chen shook off Saint Qian Yan and the others, arriving at the deepest part of the tomb chamber.

This place, like everywhere else, was shrouded in extreme darkness, and compared to the previous area, it exuded even more eeriness.

Suddenly!

Just as Ling Chen took a step, a burst of flames suddenly ignited on the surrounding walls, and as this flame lit, it seemed to trigger a chain reaction. Flames lit up on all the walls, instantly illuminating the dark space.

Seeing this, Ling Chen’s eyes lit up slightly. He finally saw clearly the situation around him—still within the tomb’s interior. The surrounding stone walls were exquisitely carved with intricate dragon patterns, emitting an overwhelming pressure from the Ancient Times, creating an intangible sense of oppression.

However, Ling Chen’s gaze quickly fell upon an area not far ahead where several ancient stone coffins were placed.

The patterns on the stone coffins differed from the dragon carvings on the walls; these were patterns of ancient flying creatures and auspicious beasts. Ling Chen walked towards the stone coffins, wondering if the spirit coffin of Emperor Qinling was indeed inside one of these stone coffins?

Bang!

Just as Ling Chen took a few steps, one of the stone coffins suddenly exploded, and a white shadow darted out, hovering lightly. With long hair wildly dancing, it looked like a female ghost. Before Ling Chen could see the face clearly, a ferocious, sinister palm power came crashing in, aiming straight for his vital point!

Startled, Ling Chen was grateful for his extraordinary reflexes. The moment he saw the white shadow, his Thunder Sound Sword was already unsheathed and promptly positioned in front of him to protect his vitals.

Thud!

The ghastly pale hand struck the sword blade, and the Thunder Sound Sword’s blade bent visibly. The hand was about to hit Ling Chen’s body but suddenly sprang back when it was just a hair’s breadth away.

Yet even so, Ling Chen’s body was still thrown back, crashing hard against the wall with a muffled thud, his internal blood and energy roiling uncontrollably.

Just as Ling Chen recovered slightly, he looked up to see the ghostly white shadow opening its mouth, revealing a crimson tongue. The tongue extended terrifyingly, a dozen lengths long, like a poisonous snake, shooting towards Ling Chen’s forehead!

His eyes widened with shock, and in this critical moment, Ling Chen didn’t have time to think. His forehead suddenly flickered, and within his mind, the Sword Spirit trembled violently, the sword intent gushing out tangibly, transforming into a sword of energy that shot at the crimson tongue.

This attack didn’t sever the tongue but merely pushed it off course. Ling Chen seized this opportunity, turning sideways and narrowly avoiding the deadly tongue.

Splatter!

The crimson tongue, like a sharp long spear, pierced through the tomb wall, creating a hole. Witnessing this, Ling Chen couldn’t help but feel a jolt of shock. The durability of this tomb wall was probably comparable to a typical Early Stage Saint’s Saint Body, yet this single tongue managed to punch a hole in it—truly unbelievable.

Whoosh!

As the tongue missed, it swiftly retracted, and Ling Chen followed its direction, finally seeing the figure of the white shadow. His pupils suddenly narrowed.

"It’s you!"

The moment Ling Chen recognized the face of the white shadow, his emotions surged.

"Hehehe, kid, didn’t expect that this seat would appear here."

The white shadow’s hair spread out, revealing a ghastly but beautiful face, truly resembling a ghost, sending chills down one’s spine.

Mingyue Heavenly Demon.

Ling Chen’s heart sank slightly. Since discovering the deserted underground space when Mingyue Heavenly Demon had escaped, he sensed trouble. This scoundrel would not easily let him go and would cause him trouble. But he hadn’t expected Mingyue Heavenly Demon would come so quickly and appear in Emperor Qinling’s tomb.

If not for his exceptional reflexes, he might have already died at Mingyue Heavenly Demon’s hands.

Yet, the shock subsided in a moment, and Ling Chen’s expression remained calm, sneering, "Old demon, you still dare to show yourself. Do you know that this tomb is filled with top experts from the Seven Super Sects? If they find out about your presence, no matter how strong you are, it will be hard to withstand the siege of so many Saints."

"This seat is well aware that the tomb has experts from various super sects."

In the face of Ling Chen’s words, Mingyue Heavenly Demon remained unfazed. Instead, a sinister smile spread across her lips, her eyes gleaming with malevolence, "But as long as I deal with you quietly, who will know I’m here?"

"Senior Mingyue, time is running out, settle it quickly."

Just as Mingyue Heavenly Demon finished speaking, a faint male voice echoed from the dark space behind her, causing Ling Chen’s expression to change once more.

Are there others here?

In Ling Chen’s golden-glinting eyes, he finally saw more than a dozen shadows in that dark space, each ghost-like and exuding a highly concealed aura. If not for the voice, Ling Chen wouldn’t have noticed anyone was hiding there.

Especially the hooded man in black leading them, even he couldn’t discern his depth. Even Shen Bingxin, with her Holy Path Five Realms Cultivation, didn’t give him such a feeling.

Who are these people?

Ling Chen’s heart sank to the bottom. The power of these individuals had far surpassed his capacity to bear. Mingyue Heavenly Demon alone was enough to push him into a perilous situation, let alone this group of eerie people in black.

An unprecedented crisis loomed over Ling Chen.