Ling Tian Sword God

At this moment, within the maze of Mechanism City, in the area of a hall, there were a dozen figures, all with vicious looks, surrounding a black-clad girl.

"Little girl, still running? Let’s see where you can run this time!"

An insidious smile suddenly appeared on Elder Xi’s face.

Although they hadn’t found any trace of Ling Chen, they had found Ling Yin. At least it wasn’t a complete loss.

"A few old dogs, skilled at chasing people, huh."

Ling Yin slightly furrowed her brows, then let out a cold snort, with little fear in her eyes.

"Hehe, sharp-tongued little girl, your mouth is as annoying as that brat Ling Chen’s."

With an indifferent expression, Saint Qian Yan looked at Ling Yin. A cold glint flashed deep in his eyes as he spoke in a deep voice, "Hand over that Saint-level puppet to me, or even with the Heavenly Eye Ancestor backing you, it will be of no avail, and you’ll suffer more flesh wounds."

"The puppet’s right here, if you have the ability to snatch it, go ahead."

Ling Yin waved her jade hand, and with a "whoosh," a shadow appeared before her—it was the Mo Clan Puppet she controlled in the secret chamber.

The moment he saw the puppet, a glint of greed flashed in Saint Qian Yan’s eyes. "This Saint-level puppet in the hands of a little brat like you is a waste; let me take charge instead!"

With those words, his body suddenly disappeared from its original spot, transforming into a deep flame that fiercely enveloped Ling Yin!

Learning from past lessons, this time his main target was not the puppet but Ling Yin herself! Once Ling Yin, the master, was captured, the Saint-level puppet would naturally fall apart without a fight.

In just an instant, violent flames enveloped Ling Yin, blocking all routes of retreat!

Feeling the overwhelming pressure released by Saint Qian Yan, Ling Yin’s pretty face grew solemn. Flipping her palm, an ancient black flute appeared between her jade fingers. When Saint Qian Yan moved, she already placed the flute to her lips and began to play.

The piercing flute sound reverberated, carrying strong illusionary tones, permeating throughout the hall. Simultaneously, the golden vertical eye on Ling Yin’s forehead opened, releasing waves of peculiar power that combined with the flute sound, causing the surrounding void to distort suddenly.

"Such a petty illusion technique, trying to bewilder me?"

Saint Qian Yan’s eyes seemed to burn with flames, enlarging as if to see through all illusions. He then flicked his finger, and an overbearing stream of scorching True Qi gathered at his fingertip, transforming into a crimson beam shooting forth.

Bang!

However, just as the crimson beam pierced the illusory realm, heading straight for Ling Yin’s true form, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of Ling Yin, punching the crimson beam, blasting it apart.

The deafening explosion resounded, but after such a fierce blast, the puppet remained unscathed, causing the heat in Saint Qian Yan’s eyes to grow even more intense.

This thing is indeed powerful!

Upon the puppet blocking Saint Qian Yan’s strike, Ling Yin’s illusory realm was already formed, and out of nowhere in the void, black holes appeared. From them crawled out hideous monsters covered in eyes that, when stared at momentarily, induced dizziness, making one feel as if their divine soul was drained, turned into a blank sheet.

Aside from Saint Qian Yan, even Elder Xi was entangled by these eye monsters, utterly immobilized.

Despite Saint Qian Yan’s profound cultivation, his advantage did not lie in soul matters, and saying he’s entirely unaffected was unlikely.

"Flame Domain!"

With a loud shout, a circle of fire suddenly swept from around Saint Qian Yan, spreading to form an exceedingly hot domain that enveloped the entire area ahead.

All illusions crumbled inch by inch under the domain’s spreading heat, burned clean, while all those illusory monsters were entirely incinerated.

"Damn!"

Feeling the rapidly rising temperature around, Ling Yin’s pretty face suddenly changed color. She underestimated Saint Qian Yan’s strength, never imagining he could crush her illusion with such an overbearing approach!

"Little girl, you underestimated me!"

At the moment her illusion was shattered, Saint Qian Yan let out a cold laugh. Then his figure suddenly split into two, forming a flame clone that charged towards Ling Yin!

Ling Yin’s eyes moved, and the puppet suddenly stirred the air, heading towards one of the clones with an explosive punch!

Yet, the other Saint Qian Yan sneered as he flashed behind Ling Yin. With overbearing scorching force embedded in his palm, he aimed it at Ling Yin’s back.

Ling Yin was already wary, quickly turning around. From her vertical eye, a twisting beam of light suddenly formed a semi-transparent wall before her.

Bang!

One punch suddenly shattered the semi-transparent wall, and Saint Qian Yan closed in on Ling Yin, delivering another punch to her shoulder, blasting her away.

Spurt!

A mouthful of fresh blood was coughed out, and Ling Yin’s body showed injuries.

Saint Qian Yan sneered again, showing no mercy, and once more attacked Ling Yin. But just as his fist was about to strike Ling Chen, a figure suddenly darted in from the hall entrance, accompanied by an exceptionally sharp flying sword shooting straight for Saint Qian Yan’s back!

"Uh?"

Saint Qian Yan frowned. Forcing his hand would surely result in the flying sword hitting him. He could only give up on continuing his assault on Ling Yin, turning to swing a fist, fiercely striking the flying sword.

The flying sword rang out sharply and reversed back, caught by a young white-clad swordfighter.

"Old dog, I thought you had some dignity, but I overestimated you,"

The white-clad swordfighter smirked with ludicrous intent, "Being a high-level figure of Desolate Fire City, a giant in the Nine Province Sect Realm, yet attacking a little girl—at your age, you’ve really lived like a dog."

"Brother Ling Chen!"

Recognizing the white-clad swordfighter’s face, Ling Yin couldn’t help but exclaimed.

"It’s you, brat?"

Catching sight of Ling Chen, Saint Qian Yan’s pupils suddenly contracted, then he sneered, "You dare to appear in front of me, a bold fool indeed... If you were to find a corner to hide well, wouldn’t you escape this calamity?"

Ling Chen maintained a calm demeanor, "Since I dared to show up here, naturally I do not fear you, old dog."

"Haha! Looks like you’ve healed your scars and forgotten the pain. The way you looked like a stray dog in my hands previously, have you forgotten?"

A sinister smile suddenly spread across Saint Qian Yan’s face, "No problem, let me help you remember well."

With those words, his gaze turned icy cold, and his figure moved, unexpectedly leaving Ling Yin behind, as a vast and scorching True Qi swept open, enveloping towards Ling Chen!