Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 451: Chapter 450 Invincible Demon Lord_1

Tenth Floor of the Sky Demon Tower.

In the deep darkness, demonic winds gusted, and a strange black air current surged within, emitting a bone-chilling cold.

The moment Ling Chen set foot on the tenth floor, he felt a faint Demonic Might. It was bloody, cruel, and suffused with the will for battle and slaughter. These influences could easily affect one negatively.

In an instant, several young Experts’ eyes turned red, showing a tendency to be overcome by the demonic influence.

”HUMPH!”

Ling Chen snorted coldly. The sound, accompanied by the spread of his Sword Intent, was a mere rebuke, yet it was enough to dispel the demonic will affecting them.

Cold sweat trickled down their foreheads. They hadn’t expected that the mere demonic will drifting in the air here could make them lose their minds and plunge them into chaos.

”Thank you, Young Master!”

The young Experts all cupped their fists towards Ling Chen, admiration gleaming in their eyes.

”Everyone, guard your minds and don’t stray far!” Xia Yunxin shouted sternly.

Everyone nodded. A chill went down their spines; after such an incident, who would dare act recklessly and toy with their own life?

This tenth floor was extremely quiet. It had very few Demon Souls, far fewer than the ninth floor. Moreover, they weren’t powerful. Cultivators at Great Grandmaster Eighth Layer or above were scarce, and those at Nine Heavy Realm or above were even rarer, almost non-existent.

Within the tower’s dark environment, a series of statues appeared. It was unclear what material had been used to craft them. Although damaged, black mist swirled around the sculptures, radiating waves of chilling fluctuations.

Looking around, there were about fifteen sculptures on either side.

In front of each sculpture, a line of text was engraved.

The first statue that came into view was of a burly, middle-aged man. He was robust and exuded an aura of immense strength.

The most striking feature was his muscular right arm. On his fist was a giant, bronze-colored gauntlet that looked exceptionally fierce and pulsed with a terrifying sense of power.

Iron Fist Demon Venerable.

Ling Chen looked down. In front of the statue, the middle-aged man’s name was inscribed.

Iron Fist Demon Venerable.

”Iron Fist Demon Venerable... he was the Sixteenth Generation Sect Leader of the Holy Church,” Xia Yunxin said, gazing at the dilapidated statue of the middle-aged man before her, a hint of surprise in her beautiful eyes.

Ling Chen nodded. From this Iron Fist Demon Venerable, he could sense a powerful Boxing intent. This Iron Fist Demon Venerable must have been a Boxing expert, a mighty warrior capable of uprooting mountains with his strength and overwhelming the world with his spirit.

Not lingering too long before the Iron Fist Demon Venerable, Ling Chen moved on to the next statue.

Before him stood a statue of a powerful man wielding twin blades. His posture seemed to capture a peerless blade technique, one that could shatter the firmament and cleave through ages.

Dual Blade Demon Venerable.

Following that, there were more statues of powerful figures: Wind and Cloud Demon Venerable, Domineering Demon Venerable, Blood Spear Demon Venerable, Demon Eye Venerable...

Each of these individuals had once served as a Sect Leader of the Saint Witch Religion. They were formidable figures in the Martial World, whose names were etched in history.

Each complete statue looked ordinary. However, when one calmed their heart to feel its presence, the statue seemed to come alive. The sculpture of the Iron Fist Demon Venerable glowed with bronze light, a massive, sky-covering hand descending from above, offering no escape. When the Wind and Cloud Demon Venerable drew his blade, the heavens and earth changed color as wind and clouds surged. The Blood Spear Demon Venerable’s spear pierced the sky, streaking like a silver meteor. The Dual Blade Demon Venerable held a blade in each hand; his crossed blades sealed the world, extinguishing all life. The Domineering Demon Venerable’s fist filled one’s vision, encompassing heaven and earth. The Demon Eye Venerable’s pupils were vertical; as they contracted, an inexplicable power enveloped the land, unleashing an unparalleled Illusory Realm that could delude the world.

A young Expert of the Demon Way exclaimed in shock, ”Each of these figures was an unparalleled overlord, an ancient demon! It’s hard to believe they’re all displayed here.”

”It’s too powerful! The Wind and Cloud Demon Venerable’s blade technique is earth-shattering, peerless through the ages. His way of the blade suits me perfectly!”

Another Genius of the Demonic Way then sat down before the Wind and Cloud Demon Venerable’s sculpture, hoping to receive the venerable’s inheritance and learn his blade technique.

However, just as he released his spiritual power and tried to immerse himself, he was suddenly struck by what felt like a heavy blow. He vomited blood frantically and was inexplicably sent flying backward.

Simultaneously, a black light flashed across the Wind and Cloud Demon Venerable’s sculpture.

”Don’t casually assume you can obtain the inheritances here! Act within your capabilities, or you won’t even know how you died!” Xia Yunxin immediately snapped coldly.

Everyone then composed themselves. Indeed, that person had likely been rejected by the Wind and Cloud Demon Venerable, which explained his grievous injuries. It made sense; the Wind and Cloud Demon Venerable was a former Sect Leader. He wouldn’t casually allow any junior disciple to inherit his Demon Way. Only an unparalleled genius like Ling Chen might possess such qualifications.

Reaching the end of the line of statues, Ling Chen’s gaze fell upon an even more imposing sculpture standing at the very front.

It was dark, sinister, and overwhelmingly majestic.

It depicted a figure seated on a throne. All the statues below seemed to be its subordinates, its subjects, as if they revered it as their king.

An invincible King’s Aura emanated from it naturally.

Invincible Demon Lord.

Ling Chen stopped, his expression turning grave.

”This is the statue of the Invincible Demon Lord, the Sect Founder of the Saint Witch Religion,” Xia Yunxin said, her pretty face filled with solemnity and reverence. ”The Invincible Demon Lord was the first person to establish the Saint Witch Religion. As a Saint Witch Religion Disciple, born and raised within it, I hold this Respectable Ancestor in the highest esteem.”

Ling Chen, on the other hand, felt little reverence in his heart.

He had been forced into the Demon Way. As for this Sect Founder of the Demon Way, forget respect; this was the first time he had even encountered his likeness.

CRACK!

Ling Chen stood motionless, gazing at the Invincible Demon Lord’s statue opposite him. Suddenly, tiny cracks began to spread across its surface. They were minuscule, yet they signaled the onset of collapse.

The next moment, a surge of willpower was suddenly released from the statue, enveloping the entire vicinity.

”Hmm?”

Ling Chen’s consciousness was abruptly pulled into a boundless, white world.

This was a world of will.

Ling Chen looked down at his own body, sensing his condensed image of willpower. His bodily senses felt peculiar. He could perceive things he couldn’t before and sense profundities previously beyond his grasp. He knew clearly that he could only condense such an image of will due to the pull of the Invincible Demon Lord’s will; in reality, he was still far from capable of this.

Not far in the distance, Ling Chen thought he saw a middle-aged man in black robes. This man exuded an intense killing intent, an aura that kept others at a vast distance.

The black-robed middle-aged man’s solitary figure, seen from behind, stood aloof. His aura was like a mountain peak, a celestial chasm—unbridgeable.

It conveyed the loneliness of the invincible.