Ling Tian Sword God

He was clad in pure white, his robes fluttering in the wind, his entire bearing otherworldly. His aura wasn’t heavy or oppressive, yet it naturally exuded a sense of invincibility, like one who stood in a high position, guiding the fate of all beings.

Previously, Ling Chen carried an aura of slaughter, decisiveness, sharpness, and brilliance, like a peerless, keen sword ready to kill the moment it was unsheathed. But now, all that brilliance was concealed, leaving only an unfathomable depth, an unscalable height. This was the metamorphosis one undergoes after achieving a certain level of accomplishment and status.

”Red Sky Sword? Indeed, it’s you, boy!”

Xie Zhiqiu’s eyes darkened. Previously, at the Bottomless Demon Abyss, he had suffered a great loss at Ling Chen’s hands. Going even further back, he had been sealed by the Red Sky Sword. He harbored a deep resentment towards the Red Sky Sword.

”Impressive!” The many experts atop Saintess Peak also gaped in astonishment. The moment Xie Zhiqiu launched his attack, they were on the verge of rushing to the rescue. However, they hadn’t expected Ling Chen to counter instantly, effortlessly neutralizing the attack.

”Xie Zhiqiu, you still dare to return.”

Ling Chen stood on the Qingfeng Jue, perched on the mountain peak, gazing at the sea of clouds below where experts of all kinds had gathered. Almost every notable figure from the Demonic Powers had appeared. The elites from various factions of the Saint Witch Religion, even the Heartbroken Elder—a neutral titan of the Demon Way—were all following Xie Zhiqiu. Ling Chen was now facing a confrontation with more than half of the entire Demon Way.

However, he showed no fear. Behind him, all was calm and peaceful. The circulation of his True Qi was exceptionally smooth, perfectly natural.

”Tell me, should I continue to call you Xie Zhiqiu, or should I address you as... Undying Old Demon?” Ling Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly.

”Undying Old Demon?”

Everyone was startled, especially Xuanjizi and the Demon Elder, who stared at Xie Zhiqiu in amazement. It seemed the rumors might be true: Xie Zhiqiu was no longer the Xie Zhiqiu of old; his body had been seized by a peerless demon.

”Haha, so what if I am? I, the Undying Old Demon, am a Saint of the Nine Provinces Land, an existence that has transcended the mundane and entered sainthood. It is your honor to submit to my command.”

Xie Zhiqiu glanced at Xuanjizi and the others.

”Since we have already pledged our allegiance to the Sect Leader, we shall harbor no dissent!”

Xuanjizi and the others hastily cupped their hands in response.

Only then did Xie Zhiqiu retract his gaze, looking down from his superior position at Ling Chen. ”Ling Chen, you’ve returned at just the right time. Last time, you only survived because that Red Sky Old Ghost helped you. Otherwise, you would have died at my hands long ago. This time, I’d like to see what backing you have to dare oppose me.”

Ling Chen’s expression was cold. ”Undying Old Demon, since you’ve seized Xie Zhiqiu’s body, you should return to wherever you came from. Instead, you came to the Saint Witch Religion to stir up trouble, forcing me to return and deal with you.”

”Deal with the Sect Leader? Such arrogance! Ling Chen, although you are a Saint Child and hold some status, your backer, Liu Xiling, is no longer here. How dare you still be so presumptuous?”

”Ling Chen, now that the Sect Leader has arrived, you won’t escape the fate of being pulverized today, no matter what. Say what you want; consider it your final chance to vent...”

”That’s right. You don’t even have the chance to surrender now. Today, you will undoubtedly be slain, leaving no trace of your body behind!”

Black-robed, Xuanjizi, and the Demon Elder all had fierce expressions. Hearing that Xie Zhiqiu was a Demon Saint, their minds raced, each eager to perform well before him and gain his favor.

”You old relics! I am the Saint Child, yet you shout for my death. Your actions are tantamount to betraying the religion! I originally planned to spare your lives, but now, I don’t intend to be lenient.”

Ling Chen’s gaze was like a torch. ”Today, I will cleanse the entire Saint Witch Religion and eliminate all traitors and dissidents!”

”Audacious! Such blatant nonsense!”

Xuanjizi stepped forward, a murderous glint flickering in his eyes. The next moment, his aura, like a mountain, pressed down on Ling Chen, attempting to overwhelm and suppress him with an initial show of force.

”Invincible Sword Intent, break!”

Ling Chen roared. A translucent sword manifestation slowly rose from above his head, illuminating eons. Its radiance was tranquil and detached, yet also firm and powerful. With him at its center, sword light surged skyward, seemingly stirring some profound mechanism of heaven and earth. Everyone felt their own weapons begin to tremble.

SWISH!

The sword manifestation instantly pierced Xuanjizi’s oppressive aura, completely suppressing him in turn. It destabilized his mind and forced him to retreat repeatedly.

What? This boy’s Sword Intent can actually stir the general trend of the world! That invincible momentum perfectly complements his Sword Intent. Between breaths, it can sway the entire situation.

As a Magic Way Saint, the Undying Old Demon naturally perceived Ling Chen’s extraordinariness. He had witnessed such momentum many times. Ling Chen was merely an Unbeatable Sword Sect from the Five Kingdoms; however strong his momentum, it was limited. In contrast, those renowned, world-shaking experts on the Tianyuan Continent wielded the momentum of the entire continent. They could even mobilize mystical powers from deep within the land—such as Heavenly Astral and Earthly Fiend energies, or ancient Primal Qi—greatly augmenting their own strength far beyond that of ordinary Saints.

”Damn it, you little beast! I’ll slaughter you!”

Xuanjizi’s face flushed crimson. As a magnate of Skypiercing Peak, a dignified expert of the Sky Apex Realm Third Layer, to be forced back by a junior was an utter humiliation.

With a great roar, he suddenly produced a hook-claw. His figure flashed, leaping into the air and shooting horizontally for tens of meters, aiming directly for Ling Chen’s throat.

Just as the ominous hook-gleam was about to reach Ling Chen’s throat, a sword light suddenly shot out from the side, parrying the hook-claw. Then, from the sword’s edge, a cyan sword light erupted, instantly blasting Xuanjizi away.

The one who had intervened was none other than Duan Qingxu, the Branch Master of the Cyan Robe Association, who had come with Ling Chen.

”Duan Qingxu of the Cyan Robe Association? How did you appear here?”

Forced back by a single sword strike, Xuanjizi’s expression changed. He quickly looked and recognized the attacker, his surprise evident.

”I naturally came with our Sect Leader,” Duan Qingxu stated calmly.

”Sect Leader? This boy?” Xuanjizi’s astonishment deepened. This boy... he actually became The Master of the Cyan Robe Association?

His gaze swept behind Ling Chen. Indeed, not only Duan Qingxu was present, but also Mo Shangke, Liu Feiyue, and other experts of the Cyan Robe Association. They all stood in formation, their True Qi emanating outwards, ready to strike at any moment.

”All of you, stand down! Let me kill this boy myself. As for the others, keep an eye on them for me. Don’t let anyone interfere with me!” Xie Zhiqiu commanded the crowd.

The next moment, his palm grasped at the air. Vast True Qi converged, materializing into a black Magic Knife. Its edge glinted coldly, speckled with old bloodstains, a testament to the countless souls it had reaped.

Xie Zhiqiu’s gaze turned grim. A genius like Ling Chen must be personally slain by me. Absorbing him will undoubtedly bring me endless benefits.