Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 1386: Chapter 1385: Thousand Flowing Clouds

Seeing Ling Chen’s contemplative expression, Hong Ye couldn’t help but feel a tightness in her heart. Ling Chen must have realized the seriousness of the situation; facing a Sword Saint and a Great Yin-Yang Master, even their Liu Sheng Family wouldn’t dare underestimate such a lineup.

When Ling Chen stormed into the Fengjian Clan, challenging the powerful from all directions with his sword, he certainly hadn’t expected a Great Yin-Yang Master to be here.

This is trouble.

Just as Hong Ye’s heart sank, Ling Chen burst into laughter, ”Interesting, Kagawa Sword Saint and Great Yin-Yang Master, it seems coming to the Fengjian Clan today was the right choice.”

Ling Chen’s laughter echoed among the crowd, leaving Hong Ye and the members of the Fengjian Clan bewildered. Ling Chen showed no sign of fear, seeming rather excited instead.

”This kid must be insane!”

Kazama Ichiro said coldly.

”Young people are too arrogant, not knowing their limits.” Ito Zhai frowned.

”I, Kagawa Sword Saint, have never been underestimated by a junior like this.”

Fengjian Hongyi’s eyes flashed a chill. He slowly drew the Wo Knife from his waist, its hilt grasped tightly, turning white, and the lacquered sheath was speckled all over. Yet no one dared underestimate this knife as it was the famed treasure sword, ”Thousand Flowing Clouds,” of the Kagawa Sword Saint.

Fengjian Hongyi had traversed the Yingzhou Continent with it, achieving great fame and becoming a top Sword Saint in Yingzhou.

Clang!

Fengjian Hongyi drew Thousand Flowing Clouds swiftly, a beam like a silver streak slashed out, leaving only a blank whiteness on the retinas of those around—the sword light was akin to a rainbow piercing the sun. Those close to Fengjian Hongyi felt the knife’s chilling aura hit their faces, causing pain.

”Impressive, Family Head!”

The members of the Fengjian Clan exclaimed in awe, for Fengjian Hongyi was indeed the pillar of their clan; even drawing his sword carried such presence.

”Woman, prepare to become my slave!”

Kazama Ichiro stared fixedly at Hong Ye, eyes filled with lust.

Such a gaze made Hong Ye uncomfortable, and she felt some worry. If Ling Chen really got killed by Fengjian Hongyi, her fate might be no better than a prostitute’s. Though she could unleash the Ghost God powers within her to deal with enemies, facing someone like Ito Zhai, a Great Yin-Yang Master, using Ghost God power would be child’s play.

Even if she revealed herself as the daughter of Liu Sheng Qianbingwei, it might not hold sway over these crazed individuals.

Her safety was entirely tied to Ling Chen; the two were like grasshoppers bound by the same rope.

”Kid, being able to die under my ’Thousand Flowing Clouds,’ you should feel honored.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Fengjian Hongyi moved, an extraordinary maneuver; his body and sword seemed to move simultaneously. As ”Thousand Flowing Clouds” swung in his hand, a dense swarm of wind blades suddenly emerged, numbering hundreds to thousands, forming a dragon and aggressively sweeping toward Ling Chen!

Facing such a majestic attack from Fengjian Hongyi, Ling Chen stood motionless until the dragon reached him. Then, he countered by thrusting his Thunder Sound Sword, a simple and straightforward move, seeming to revert to the most basic sword technique with nothing dazzling.

”Dreaming of blocking the Family Head’s sword technique with this!”

Many senior members of the Fengjian clan sneered contemptuously; Ling Chen’s thrust resembled a beginner learning swordsmanship, the simplest of thrusts, utterly lacking in finesse—any three-year-old could do it.

Initially, Fengjian Hongyi also mocked, but soon his expression changed from surprise to shock. He realized that Ling Chen’s thrust was not simple; rather, it reached a level even he, the ”Kagawa Sword Saint,” hadn’t achieved—simplifying complexities and returning to the essence!

Ling Chen reverted his powerful sword technique to such simplicity, astonishing Fengjian Hongyi—it was utterly unexpected!

Thud!

At that moment, the tip of Ling Chen’s sword pierced through Fengjian Hongyi’s wind-blade dragon, like a balloon being punctured—the wind blade dragon scattered, reformed into countless wind blades that shot chaotically like headless flies.

”What, the Family Head’s sword technique has been broken!”

Those Fengjian Clan seniors who had previously sneered now stood dumbfounded as if possessed, their jaws dropped. Ling Chen clearly used the simplest technique, yet it utterly dismantled Fengjian Hongyi’s sophisticated sword technique. Had they not seen it themselves, they’d never believe it.

”How can this be, it must be dumb luck!”

Kazama Ichiro shook his head vigorously; in his view, Fengjian Hongyi was a god, an undefeatable legend. His prowess was like a mountain, insurmountable—surely Ling Chen had merely stumbled upon a lucky coincidence, couldn’t possibly have countered Fengjian Hongyi’s techniques.

”What is your name?”

Fengjian Hongyi’s face turned extremely solemn, his voice low and devoid of any contempt. Ling Chen’s display placed him among the renowned swordsmen of the Yingzhou Continent in Fengjian Hongyi’s eyes—a formidable opponent!

”Defeat me, and then I’ll tell you my name.”

Ling Chen gazed indifferently, speaking calmly.

Upon hearing this, Fengjian Hongyi’s expression grew grim; exchanging names before a battle was customary etiquette. Ling Chen’s refusal to share his name clearly showed he didn’t view Fengjian Hongyi as an equal opponent, deeming his name unworthy of note.

”Your swordsmanship is merely somewhat advanced, giving you a slight upper hand, yet you are so presumptuous.”

Fengjian Hongyi’s eyes flashed coldly, angered by Ling Chen’s arrogance—no youngster had ever dared speak to him this way. If he couldn’t defeat Ling Chen today, he’d have no face left in the Yingzhou Martial Arts World.

Though Ling Chen’s swordsmanship was highly skilled, his cultivation was merely in the Saint Path First Territory, significantly lower than Fengjian Hongyi’s.

Raising the Wo Knife in his hand, Fengjian Hongyi moved like the wind, his body splitting into three. All three Fengjian Hongyis swung their blades, waterfalls of sword light slashing toward Ling Chen, an exceedingly intimidating momentum.

The ground was plowed into three trenches as the sword light expanded in Ling Chen’s vision, converging into a single point. Ling Chen then also countered with a reverse thrust, and an enormous invisible wave of sword energy abruptly spread out!