Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 464: Chapter 463: Making a Move_1

Feeling a chilling aura emanating from the man, the woman in black’s face turned serious. ”Who are you?” she asked.

”Han Tong, Hall Master of the Blood Refining Sect’s Blood Hall,” the old man replied. His eerie gaze fixed on the woman as he continued, ”You killed my direct disciple. This is an unforgivable crime. Men, seize this woman and take her back to our Sect.”

”You dare?” The woman in black’s eyes suddenly turned sharp. ”I am a disciple of the Holy Church. Does your measly Blood Refining Sect dare to touch me?”

”So you’re a disciple of the Holy Church.” Han Tong’s eyes lit up, his expression immediately becoming respectful. He approached the woman in black and bowed. ”My apologies for my impertinence. I was unaware that you belong to the Holy Church.”

”Hmph. Only realizing this now? Aren’t you a bit late?” The woman in black scoffed. In the Earth Country, the Holy Church represented status—an absolutely illustrious status. Compared to other Demonic Sects, even their Elders were beneath the disciples of the Holy Church. Uttering the three words ’Saint Witch Religion’ was enough to exert absolute authority and intimidation.

However, just as she was feeling particularly arrogant, Han Tong suddenly grinned and, in a burst of action, slammed a palm into her abdomen.

PFFT!

Suddenly attacked by Han Tong, the woman in black was sent flying backward. A spurt of blood erupted from her mouth, and she was instantly heavily injured.

Her fair face contorted in alarm. ”You!”

Han Tong smirked. ”Hehe! You’re a fool. This is Blood Refining Sect territory. Even if you’re from the Saint Witch Religion, you should know to keep your head down. Instead, you dared to be so arrogant? You must be tired of living.”

”You bastard! The puny Blood Refining Sect dares to scheme against Holy Church disciples. It seems you ants truly intend to rebel.” The woman’s face grew stern. ”I’d advise you to let me go. Otherwise, if the Holy Church finds out, none of you will have a burial place!”

”Hehe, as long as we capture you, who will know what happened here?” Han Tong spoke dismissively. ”Stop wasting time. Tie her up and take her back.”

Two Blood Refining Sect disciples attacked the woman simultaneously. Both were First Realm Grand Masters, and they quickly subdued her, binding her with iron chains and strapping her to a horse.

The woman was filled with regret. She had underestimated the Blood Refining Sect. She hadn’t expected them to be so audacious as to ignore her status and capture her—an act of blatant insubordination. Now what?

All the Blood Refining Sect warriors stared at her with feverish eyes, as if they wanted to strip her bare. She felt utterly helpless and terrified, tears welling in her eyes.

Just as the Blood Refining Sect party reached the city gate, they encountered a youth wearing a Silver Mask. The youth appeared to be only in his early teens. Walking slowly, he stopped in front of the group of Blood Refining Sect disciples.

”Where did this brat come from, daring to block our way? Are you tired of living? Get lost!” a Blood Refining Sect disciple shouted.

They usually captured only robust young adults. Teenagers and children were rarely targeted, as it was more profitable to wait for them to mature. That way, they would last longer and provide more Essence Blood for their Cultivation.

”Hold it!” Han Tong exclaimed, staring intently at Ling Chen. Others might be clueless, but he could sense Ling Chen’s aura. Ling Chen’s Vital Energy was abundant, and his Cultivation had even reached the Fourth Realm Grand Master. If they were to use such a young man for their Cultivation, he would undoubtedly be worth hundreds of ordinary warriors.

”Who goes there?” Han Tong called out, staring at Ling Chen.

”Saint Witch Religion, Dustless,” Ling Chen calmly responded.

Dustless? I’ve never heard of him. Hearing Ling Chen’s answer, Han Tong felt a surge of hidden joy. He had asked for Ling Chen’s name mainly to confirm if he was some important figure in the Saint Witch Religion. Now that this was confirmed, it was clear he wasn’t anyone important, so Han Tong could attack with confidence. He was well aware of the prominent figures in the Saint Witch Religion’s younger generation, like Xie Zhiqiu, Xia Yunxin, and Xun Wujie. If he encountered any of them, he would flee for his life. Recently, he’d heard of a Ling Chen, rumored to be the Saintess’s son and terrifyingly strong. However, the Saintess’s son was of such high status; how could he possibly appear in a place like this?

”Release this young lady and lead me to your Blood Refining Sect’s headquarters. If you do, I might consider sparing your lives.” Ling Chen drew his Thunder Shadow Sword, unleashing a powerful aura that was undeniably formidable.

I’m saved! The woman in black was overjoyed. She hadn’t expected to encounter a disciple of the Saint Witch Religion here. Although I’ve never heard of this person, he surely can’t be weak.

Hearing his words, the Blood Refining Sect warriors were momentarily stunned, then burst into uproarious laughter.

A Blood Refining Sect disciple, wielding an Iron Stick as thick as a bowl’s mouth, laughed, ”Boy, are you crazy? Spare our lives? Who do you think you are, one of the Ten Outstanding Talents of the Demon Sect?”

”My patience is limited. I’ll give you five breaths to make your choice,” Ling Chen said calmly.

”Such arrogance! I, Yue Lao San, will see just how capable you are!” The Expert holding the Iron Stick, Yue Lao San, abruptly raised his weapon and charged at Ling Chen.

Yue Lao San’s Cultivation was at the Fourth Realm Grand Master; he was Han Tong’s right-hand man. His Blood Soul Staff was a renowned treasure, a weapon that had claimed the lives of countless Martial Arts Experts. He was confident in his own ruthlessness, forged from countless bloody battles and cultivating with blood. Even if Ling Chen’s Cultivation was on par with his, how could the youth possibly be his match?

As he channeled his True Qi, the Blood Soul Staff, as thick as a bowl’s mouth, became completely enveloped in a crimson glow, HISSING audibly.

WHOOSH!

Yue Lao San, staff in one hand, brought it crashing down towards Ling Chen’s head. A wave of intense heat, like streams of fiery light, surged towards Ling Chen.

Ling Chen stood his ground, not moving an inch.

”Hahaha! You scared me for a second! I thought you were an Expert, but it turns out you’re just a useless show-off!” Yue Lao San was overjoyed. I’ve encountered a fool! He must be petrified by my aura, too scared to even move a muscle!

The woman in black’s heart leaped to her throat. Her bright eyes were fixed on the distant youth. Could he really be all bluster? Is he actually a fraud?

THUD!

The Blood Soul Staff was halted a mere half-foot from Ling Chen’s skull by a barrier of True Qi and rebounded sharply. Yue Lao San felt a tremendous force transmit up the Blood Soul Staff, tearing open the flesh between his thumb and forefinger. The Blood Soul Staff flew from his grasp.

At this moment, Ling Chen moved. He extended his middle finger and, with lightning speed, tapped Yue Lao San’s chest before swiftly retracting his hand.

Time seemed to freeze in that instant.

SPLAT!

The next moment, a bloody hole abruptly appeared in Yue Lao San’s chest. He was sent flying backward, like a meteor streaking into the distance, then slammed into a large tree like a sandbag, felling it on impact.