Ling Tian Sword God

The astonishing offensive almost collapsed in that very moment; the assault from the seven top-tier experts crumbled to dust in an instant.

But this result was clearly within everyone’s expectations. Shen Bingxin and the other six all roared in unison, each unleashing thunderous means. Seven beams of light streaked out like whips, howling through the air; within those rainbows of light, a terrifyingly powerful fluctuation seeped out.

"Clang!"

The seven whips of light slammed heavily into the Sword Light that had slashed wrinkles into the Void. This time, relying on the combined strength of the seven, they actually managed to forcibly block this attack from the Swordsman’s shadow. The price, however, was that all seven of them let out muffled groans from their throats, their arms trembling violently.

By relying on the joint strike of the seven top-tier experts, they finally managed to barely withstand a single sword of this Swordsman’s shadow!

"Now, while we still can!"

Whoosh, whoosh!

And just as the seven peerless experts entangled the Swordsman’s shadow, a fierce sound of air being torn erupted from the rear. Figures surged forward like a swarm of locusts; the many experts in the back finally couldn’t hold back any longer, trying to seize this chance to rush into Emperor Qinling’s burial chamber!

Nearly a hundred figures charged forward, reaching the front of the burial chamber almost in an instant. At that moment, the Swordsman’s shadow, whose eyes had been as calm as an ancient well, suddenly flickered with a flash of ferocious light like thunder.

Ling Chen was among that crowd, and he clearly caught the change within the Swordsman shadow’s pupils. A hint of shock flashed across his eyes; his palm flipped, and a dark figure suddenly appeared beside him, pressing tightly against Ling Chen’s body.

Shhh!

The Swordsman’s shadow merely shuddered, and behind him, a thousand-zhang whirlpool suddenly emerged. An overwhelming aura poured out from that vortex. Streams of black sword qi gathered at a speed visible to the naked eye, densely packed together, then the thousand-zhang whirlpool abruptly began to churn, and that clustered sword qi violently shot forward!

Bang, bang, bang!

Each streak of sword qi was like lightning descending from the Nine Heavens, sweeping across the front. The defenses on the bodies of the charging experts shattered completely; blood sprayed across the sky, figures were blasted back in utter embarrassment, and miserable screams rang out without end.

It wasn’t just them; even Shen Bingxin and the other seven top-tier experts, who were the closest, were shaken back hundreds of meters, the skin at the base of their thumbs split and bleeding.

Clang clang clang clang clang!

The area where Ling Chen was standing was likewise enveloped by dozens of streams of sword qi. However, all of that sword qi crashed into Ling Chen’s Saint-level Puppet. Relying on the puppet’s solid defense, it forcibly blocked those sword qi strikes one after another!

Ling Chen, taking cover behind the Saint-level Puppet, shot toward the burial chamber gate like a cannonball.

Whoosh!

A cold light flashed sharply in the Swordsman shadow’s eyes. His figure flickered and suddenly appeared not far behind Ling Chen; his sword traced out a twisted trajectory through the Void, stabbing ferociously toward Ling Chen’s back!

Feeling the chill rushing from behind, Ling Chen’s hair stood on end, his heart trembled violently. His mind moved, and the Saint-level Puppet instantly charged out, throwing a ferocious punch to meet that stabbing Sword Light.

Thud!

At the instant of impact, a thunderous boom resounded. Under a single sword from the Swordsman’s shadow, the Saint-level Puppet seemed like scrap metal; it was swept flying with one stroke. Fortunately, the puppet’s material was extraordinary, indestructible—it did not fall apart, but instead flew back, and Ling Chen immediately recalled it into the Heavenly Mansion Ring.

Within that extremely brief span of time, Ling Chen had already slipped through the burial chamber gate, but the Swordsman’s shadow did not stop there. His figure flickered again, appearing behind Ling Chen, and a sword thrust straight toward Ling Chen’s heart.

The blow was about to pierce through Ling Chen’s heart—yet in the next instant, Ling Chen stepped onto the threshold, his entire body crossing to the inner side of the gate.

Under countless shocked gazes, that Sword Light—powerful enough to turn any one of those present into dust—abruptly halted the moment Ling Chen entered the burial chamber. It ceased advancing and was instead withdrawn by the Swordsman’s shadow.

"Hoo..."

Ling Chen let out a long breath of relief. In the blink of an eye, he had already taken a stroll at the Gate of Hell’s doorstep. Luckily, this Swordsman’s shadow seemed to only guard the gate itself, unwilling to chase into the burial chamber. Otherwise, he would likely already be a corpse.

"Master, Xiao Yin, I’ll go in first."

Ling Chen called out from afar to Shen Bingxin and the others, then turned his gaze toward the darkness ahead and darted in without hesitation.

"That brat actually got in?"

The moment Ling Chen’s figure shot into the burial chamber, the experts outside all wore different expressions. Shen Bingxin and the people of Lingyue Island were naturally overjoyed—who would have thought Ling Chen would be so clever, using the puppet’s body as a shield to block the Swordsman shadow’s terrifying killing strike? But when Saint Qian Yan and his group saw this scene, their faces turned as dark and ugly as they could get.

"How does that brat have a Saint-level Puppet too?"

Saint Qian Yan’s gaze was cold as he stared at Ling Chen’s back disappearing into the chamber. That Saint-level Puppet clearly belonged to Ling Yin, so how did Ling Chen have one as well? "Could it be that in that hidden chamber back then, there wasn’t only one Saint-level Puppet, but two identical ones?"

"That’s probably it."

Beside him, Elder Xi’s face was likewise dark as iron. He sneaked a glance at Saint Qian Yan. "If only we had gotten that Saint-level Puppet back then..."

If they had those two puppets, they would probably have already entered this Great Emperor’s burial chamber by now. They had had the chance—who could have imagined Saint Qian Yan would lose to Ling Chen...

"What are you panicking for? What’s ours is destined not to get away."

Saint Qian Yan’s expression sank. He immediately poured True Qi into the Holy Fire Order. Majestic, scorching True Qi rapidly took the form of a Fire Qilin. Saint Qian Yan stomped down fiercely, stepping onto the Fire Qilin’s back, and charged toward the burial chamber gate.

Stimulated by Ling Chen, the experts outside the burial chamber were like bulls gone mad, all transforming and unleashing their trump cards as they surged wildly toward the gate!

In an instant, the air above the burial chamber entrance was flooded with all kinds of offensives and Air Energy, like a massive Gunpowder depot on the verge of detonation!

Yet the Swordsman’s shadow stood there like an unscalable mountain, looming before the burial chamber gate. When the dense cluster of figures reflected in his black pupils approached, his figure abruptly moved, charging straight into the throng. A tide of blood surged up at once as countless shrieks of misery rose one after another.

Blood light dyed the entire Sky red in that moment.

But no matter how much the outside world resembled Purgatory, Ling Chen could no longer see it. At this time, what he faced was an endless Darkness. An ancient aura, as though sealed away for tens of thousands of years, surged toward him. In that moment, it felt as if one were dreaming back to an ancient era several thousand years ago.