Ling Tian Sword God

At the moment when Saint Qian Yan made his move, a powerful pressure suddenly emerged from him, trying to subdue Ling Chen and force him to kneel!

However, Ling Chen remained still, and above his head, a shocking sword shadow suddenly burst forth, shooting towards the sky, shattering Saint Qian Yan’s pressure into pieces, not even touching a hair on Ling Chen.

"Old thing, this level is not enough."

After breaking Saint Qian Yan’s pressure, the corner of Ling Chen’s mouth suddenly curled into a mocking arc.

"What?"

Saint Qian Yan was secretly shocked. With Ling Chen’s strength, it was impossible for him to resist his pressure; even Ling Yin could only spar with him because of the Saint-level puppet. If relying on her own strength, she wouldn’t be his opponent at all.

This kid, just a few days ago, was utterly powerless before him. At that time, if he wanted to kill Ling Chen, it would be as easy as slaughtering pigs and dogs. How did things change so drastically in such a short time?

"Burning Sky Palm!"

A shade of gloom flashed in his eyes as Saint Qian Yan’s palm suddenly condensed a palm seal. A crimson five-finger palm seal fiercely struck towards Ling Chen.

Only to see Ling Chen raise his sword to block as the pounding palm seal crashed onto the sword, forcibly knocking Ling Chen back, causing him to retreat dozens of meters away, looking extremely embarrassed.

Witnessing this scene, Saint Qian Yan’s eyes filled with ridicule, "Haha! I really thought this kid had been reborn and his strength has increased significantly, but it turns out it’s just bravado, die for me!"

The aura on his body exploded again as Saint Qian Yan swept a palm towards Ling Chen, powerful and heavy, aiming directly at Ling Chen’s vital spot!

At this moment, Ling Chen suddenly drew out the Red Sky Sword with his left hand. Red light surged on the Red Sky Sword, while electric light flashed on the Thunder Sound Sword. Ling Chen combined the twin swords together, simultaneously activating the True Essence of Thunder and the True Essence of Fire martial arts, infusing them into the two swords.

"Blazing Thunder Cut!"

Ling Chen gripped the twin swords tightly, slashing fiercely. The overbearing thunder light and scorching sword qi tightly fused together, ruthlessly tearing apart the void!

This was a move combining tenfold True Essence of Fire and tenfold True Essence of Thunder!

Slash!

Saint Qian Yan’s pounding palm power was suddenly cut open, divided into two. The sword light filled with thunder and fire was unstoppable, fiercely slashing at Saint Qian Yan’s Protective True Qi, sweeping him away.

"What?"

Elder Xi not far away was so shocked his eyeballs almost fell out. With the strength of Saint Realm Quadruple Peak, Saint Qian Yan was actually swept away by Ling Chen’s sword?

Were they dreaming?

"How can it be?"

While flying backwards, Saint Qian Yan’s face revealed disbelief. This palm’s strength was almost the same as before when he severely injured Ling Chen, yet now, Ling Chen broke it?

Was this kid deliberately showing weakness earlier?

"You little beast, dare to trick an old man, but this small trick is useless, it will only make your death more miserable!"

Saint Qian Yan suddenly flipped his palm, and that Holy Fire Order appeared in his hand. As True Qi was infused, the ancient fire pattern on it lit up, then condensed into a flaming Qilin, opening its mouth to swallow Ling Chen.

With Saint Qian Yan’s strength activating Holy Fire Order’s power, the might was far superior to Elder Tu, pouring forth a terrifying heatwave.

Elder Xi not far away revealed a sinister smile upon seeing this scene. Even he trembled in fear facing such a move, let alone if the target was him—Saint Qian Yan could smash him to pieces instantly.

This time, surely Ling Chen will be instantly killed!

In Elder Xi’s fierce gaze, the flaming Qilin reached Ling Chen, opening its mouth to swallow, yet at this moment, Ling Chen’s eyes flashed with a sharp glint, and his brow abruptly trembled.

"Sword Spirit, leave the body!"

With a low shout, a sword light in cyan and gold two colors about a foot long suddenly shot out from Ling Chen’s brow, disappearing in a flash.

This dazzling sword light was precisely the Sword Spirit from Ling Chen’s mind!

Slash!

The Sword Spirit drilled into the flaming Qilin’s mouth but penetrated through its rear brain in an instant, shooting towards Saint Qian Yan in the rear!

"What?"

Saint Qian Yan was shocked and quickly activated True Qi, hurriedly condensing a flame shield in front of him. But before the True Qi Shield was fully formed, it was hit by the Sword Spirit, collapsing completely.

Slash!

The Sword Spirit, like a physical entity, pierced Saint Qian Yan’s heart, penetrating his Saint Body, piercing through his heart vein.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out wildly as shock filled Saint Qian Yan’s eyes. He never thought that Ling Chen, whom he regarded as an ant earlier, could pose such a threat to him!

Had he not condensed a Saint Body, he might have died from Ling Chen’s sword at that moment!

The shock hadn’t yet subsided in his heart as Saint Qian Yan sprayed another mouthful of blood. Even possessing a Saint Body, getting his vital spot pierced was still a severe injury.

"Old dog, today is your death!"

A glint shone in Ling Chen’s eyes. After the Sword Spirit returned, he infused Sword Intent into the twin swords, angrily roaring, ready to slay Saint Qian Yan.

"Go!"

This fierce shout scared Saint Qian Yan to the point his soul nearly fled. He shouted at Elder Xi and others, then turned to flee towards a passage on the left, abandoning Elder Xi and others behind.

"Third Elder!"

Elder Xi never expected Saint Qian Yan to flee so disgracefully. But he wasn’t foolish; the moment Saint Qian Yan escaped, he also fled to the nearest passage, disappearing in an instant.

"Don’t let them escape, kill them!"

However, other Desolate Fire City experts weren’t as lucky. They fell prey to Ling Yin’s icy gaze, and as his voice fell, a Saint-level puppet dashed forward. Instantly, the hall was filled with continuous screams as all Desolate Fire City experts were swiftly slain by the puppet!

One had almost escaped into the passage but was caught by the Saint-level puppet and punched into pulp.

"The Mo Clan Puppet’s strength is truly formidable."

Seeing this, Ling Chen’s eyes glinted brightly. The puppet before him had strength comparable to Early Stage Saints, yet in terms of defense, it might rival Middle-rank Saints.