Ling Tian Sword God

"Completely unharmed?"

Seeing Ling Chen walk out slowly and unscathed, the members of the Tang Sect all displayed a look of disbelief. This guy actually endured the lethal move Tang Zhen Nan unleashed with Bodhi Blood?

"How is this possible?"

Disbelief filled Tang Zhen Nan’s eyes. This lethal move had defeated countless powerful individuals, including renowned Saints, yet today it had no effect on Ling Chen?

How could this kid be so strong?

Emerging slowly from the dusty fog, Ling Chen’s cold gaze fell upon Tang Zhen Nan, "Tang Zhen Nan, today I shall sever one of your arms as punishment."

With that said, Ling Chen suddenly moved and charged towards Tang Zhen Nan’s position!

"How dare you?!"

Tang Zhen Nan was shocked and shouted harshly towards Ling Chen, then frantically retreated!

Ling Chen’s first sword light was dodged by Tang Zhen Nan, but he avoided the first sword and not the second.

Crack!

A crisp sound echoed, and Tang Zhen Nan’s right arm flew high into the air, blood spurting out like a column.

Letting out a scream akin to a slaughtered pig, Tang Zhen Nan looked at Ling Chen in horror. He hadn’t expected Ling Chen would really dare to sever his arm!

"Is this guy really just at the Sky Apex Realm?"

The Tang Sect members all looked at Ling Chen in shock, his approach was too overbearing. He had just said he would cripple one of Tang Zhen Nan’s arms, and immediately followed through. Even someone as strong as Tang Zhen Nan had little power to resist in front of Ling Chen, losing an arm in the blink of an eye.

"Hateful, you dare cripple one of my arms, boy, we are irreconcilable!"

Tang Zhen Nan was both shocked and angry, his dignity as the Tang Sect Leader practically reduced to ashes by Ling Chen in public, a deep humiliation.

"Oh?"

Ling Chen raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with sudden sharpness, "Looks like Tang Sect Leader doesn’t plan to leave today."

With those words, a fierce killing intent surged on Ling Chen’s body, quickly spreading.

"Run!"

Tang Zhen Nan was alarmed, he didn’t doubt that Ling Chen would kill him. Even if Ling Chen killed him, under the protection of Empress Yunyao and Lingyue Island, the Tang Sect would likely be unable to do anything about him.

Therefore, as soon as Ling Chen finished speaking, he turned sharply and fled, indiscriminately, while the other Tang Sect experts also scattered in panic, disappearing from sight like headless flies.

"Truly a cowardly old guy..."

Ling Chen shook his head, the sharpness in his eyes gradually receding. Considering Tang Zhen Nan is the leader of the Tang Sect, a major figure, killing him would provoke the Tang Sect to retaliate with all their might. Though not afraid of such revenge, it would be troublesome, better to give the old guy a chance. If Tang Zhen Nan is smart, he’ll know what to do in the future.

"Just let them go like that?"

Ling Yin also approached, seeking Ling Chen’s opinion. If he said not to let them go, she would likely chase and kill all those from the Tang Sect.

"Yes, they’re just a bunch of clowns, no need to care too much."

Ling Chen nodded, if he truly wanted to eradicate them, he would’ve done so earlier, not allowing them the chance to escape.

"We’ve already got the Soul Ghostly Fruits, shouldn’t we leave now?"

Ling Chen surveyed the surroundings, finding no other Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, as the Soul Yu Ancient Tree had exhausted the area, leaving no room for other treasures.

"Brother Ling Chen, if possible, let’s take this Soul Yu Ancient Tree as well."

Ling Yin’s eyes flashed, then she said, "The Soul Yu Ancient Tree’s life force is extraordinarily strong, if transplanted to a place with abundant spiritual energy, in a hundred years, it might bear new Soul Ghostly Fruits."

Hearing this, Ling Chen’s eyes brightened, "Makes sense, I hadn’t thought of that."

Ling Yin was right; the Soul Yu Ancient Tree is an ancient rare tree, extinct in the outside world. Transplanting it may not yield quick results, but could benefit future generations.

If there were special cultivation solutions for nurturing such spirit trees, the fruiting time could be shortened significantly.

Without hesitation, Ling Chen moved under the Soul Yu Ancient Tree, carefully cutting the soil around it, and after an incense stick burning time, they uprooted it together.

Ling Chen breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Ling Yin, "Luckily the Soul Yu Ancient Tree’s roots are shallow, far less extensive than the Undying Tree. Otherwise, we couldn’t have dug it out."

"Yes, but if it were the Undying Tree, we wouldn’t even stand a chance to fight it, let alone dig it up."

Ling Yin said helplessly.

As soon as Ling Yin finished speaking, preparing to store the Soul Yu Ancient Tree, a sultry woman’s voice suddenly came from afar, "Oh, a Soul Yu Ancient Tree exists here, truly a fortune for our Divine Female Sect."

Ling Chen’s face changed suddenly, looking in the direction of the voice. In his sight appeared a group of women, the speaker among them was adorned elegantly, surrounded by them, wearing a thin veil — Princess Mingzhu.

"Trouble."

Seeing Princess Mingzhu arrive, Ling Chen’s expression changed. He immediately stored the Soul Yu Ancient Tree in the Heavenly Mansion Ring to prevent it being snatched by Princess Mingzhu.

Seeing Ling Chen’s actions, Princess Mingzhu’s enchanting eyes flashed coldly but then vanished, replaced by a captivating smile, "Brother Ling Chen, you better hand over the Soul Yu Ancient Tree yourself, sister wouldn’t want to rough you up, if you’re hurt, your master may hold me accountable."

"How did this woman just happen to see it?"

Ling Chen frowned upon hearing this, this woman isn’t easy to deal with, more troublesome than Tang Zhen Nan, seemingly determined to get the Soul Yu Ancient Tree.

"Filthy old woman, as if we’re afraid of you?"

Before Ling Chen could speak, Ling Yin stepped in front of him, glaring coldly at Princess Mingzhu with fearless eyes.

"What did you call me?"

Upon hearing the words "old woman," Princess Mingzhu’s smile froze abruptly, replaced by extreme coldness.

Ling Yin sneered without restraint, "I called you old woman, you filthy fox, reeks like death."

She had long been displeased with Princess Mingzhu, who had been flirting with Ling Chen. Now given the chance, she seized it to vent.

"Damn it."

Ling Chen had intended to delay Princess Mingzhu but now, with Ling Yin’s words, Princess Mingzhu wouldn’t engage in pleasantries.