Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 1388: Chapter 1387: Ghost God Hundred-Eyed Demon

The ”Kagawa Sword Saint” Fengjian Hongyi has lost!

He lost to a young swordsman from the Nine Provinces!

From the very start, Fengjian Hongyi was at a disadvantage, continually able to turn the tables, even employing secret ninja techniques, yet in the end, he still couldn’t escape the fate of defeat!

The people of the Fengjian Clan were all stunned, unable to believe what they were witnessing.

”This guy!”

In Hong Ye’s beautiful eyes, a trace of shock appeared. She finally witnessed Ling Chen’s true strength today. Even when he defeated Liusheng Bushou last time, she wasn’t so stunned because Fengjian Hongyi is far stronger in terms of fame and power compared to Liusheng Bushou, and Fengjian Hongyi is an elder. The strength Ling Chen displayed today, if replaced by any of Yingzhou’s younger generation here, none could possibly achieve this.

No wonder Ling Chen could defeat Beichuan Ye.

”Fengjian brother!”

Ito Zhai’s eyes also showed signs of shock. He knew Fengjian Hongyi’s prowess. Although Fengjian Hongyi wasn’t among the top swordsmen of Yingzhou, as the head of the Fengjian Clan, his foundations were deep and his swordsmanship was highly refined. Unexpectedly defeated by a youngster.

”This is the secret ninja technique of the Fengjian Clan, it seems like nothing much.”

Ling Chen shook his head. He had high expectations for Fengjian Hongyi, thinking that his secret technique would pose a certain threat to him, yet it turned out to be impressive in appearance only. Like a glamorous balloon, bursting upon a single prick.

These words enraged the people of the Fengjian Clan, as Ling Chen’s comments were not only a humiliation to Fengjian Hongyi but also to the entire Fengjian Clan.

”Hong Ye, let’s go.”

Ling Chen waved at Hong Ye beside him, then turned to leave.

”Stop!”

Just as Ling Chen and Hong Ye were about to leave, an elderly voice rang out from behind, unmistakably Ito Zhai.

”The Fengjian Clan is not a place where you can come and go as you please.”

Ito Zhai descended the steps, his deep and dark eyes fixed on Ling Chen. A formidable pressure began emanating from his body.

Ling Chen said, ”Then what does Your Excellency intend?”

”Naturally, a price must be paid.”

As Ito Zhai’s words fell, he suddenly tore off his wide sorceress-patterned robe, revealing his robust upper torso. Complex and ferocious tattoos covered his chest, back, and even both arms, similar to the patterns tattooed on Hong Ye’s back before, yet distinctly different.

With the appearance of these tattoos, wisps of black mist rapidly rose from them, then coalesced into a deformed demon with hundreds of eyes, each as large as a copper bell, emitting subtle distorted waves.

The numerous eyes under the shroud of mist radiated an eerie glow, akin to stars twinkling in the night.

”Hundred-Eyed Demon!”

Shock filled Hong Ye’s beautiful eyes, understanding the specter behind Ito Zhai well. The Hundred-Eyed Demon is a deity worshiped by the Mountain Qiu Shrine, possessing formidable mental interference powers, though not as ferocious as the Green-Faced Deity of their Izumo Shrine, it has its unique strengths.

Moreover, the one before them is a Saint-Level Great Yin-Yang Master, whose strength from spiritual cultivation surpasses Saints cultivating True Qi significantly.

With Ito Zhai’s prowess leveraging the Hundred-Eyed Demon’s power, its effect far exceeds the Green-Faced Deity within her.

”This is the ’Divine Spirit’ Hundred-Eyed Demon’s power!”

The Fengjian Clan members exchanged curious glances, their eyes showing amazement. The soul pressure emitting from the Hundred-Eyed Demon was palpable, even from a distance, eliciting a haunting fear, making one’s heart skip a beat.

”Onmyodo: Eye of Horror!”

In Ito Zhai’s murky eyes, a spark of brilliance flashed, enveloped by dark mist, as the entire sky swiftly turned black. Those eyes abruptly expanded, engulfing the space around them.

Each eye emitted distorted waves,

All the Hundred-Eyed Demon’s eyes fixed on Ling Chen, creating terrifying illusions of various evil spirits, grievances, and even scenarios of disaster and apocalypse upon him, shifting from one after another.

Argh!

A Fengjian Clan strongman nearby made the mistake of locking eyes with one of the visions, his nerves convulsed instantly, face horrified, and heart shattered, falling to the ground, frothing at the mouth, scared to death by the Hundred-Eyed Demon’s illusion.

”Close your eyes, quick!”

The remaining ones looked terrified, hastily retreating away from the Hundred-Eyed Demon, all while closing their eyes, not daring to glance around.

Even the strongest warriors may not have resilient mental power; caught in the Hundred-Eyed Demon’s illusion is surely fatal!

Their eyes fell upon Ling Chen; being affected by the Hundred-Eyed Demon this far, someone even scared to death. Ling Chen amidst the illusions from so many eyes, is subjected to unimaginable terrifying pressure.

At this moment, Hong Ye stood beside Ling Chen, feeling like the world was caving in. She desperately activated the power of the Green-Faced Deity within, barely resisting the illusions of the Hundred-Eyed Demon temporarily, but within mere breaths, the Green-Faced Deity’s power was crushed back inside, and she slipped into immense fear.

In the illusion, her clothes were stripped bare, surrounded by wolf-like figures. Among them was Kazama Ichiro’s figure, leering at her white skin, then they pounced forth brutally, along with many others like ravenous wolves.

”No!”

Despite appearing wanton externally, Hong Ye remains a virgin, valuing her chastity immensely. At the sight of so many men charging forward, her heart nearly collapsed, sinking into extreme terror.

Seeing Hong Ye utterly defeated by the illusion, Ito Zhai’s lips curled into a smile. After all, she is just a shrine maiden, struggling against a Great Yin-Yang Master like him. As for Ling Chen, can he possess stronger mental strength than Hong Ye? That’s undoubtedly impossible.

Just when Ito Zhai coldly smirked, expecting Ling Chen to crumble under illusions and be ruled by fear, Ling Chen’s lips unexpectedly formed a slight mocking curve.

”What?”

Witnessing this, Ito Zhai’s smile stiffened instantly, at this point, Ling Chen should be petrified, how could he possibly still laugh?

”Such petty illusions, what can they do to me?”

Uttering cold words, Ling Chen’s gaze was like a sword edge. As the words fell, an intense Sword Intent erupted from him, sweeping away the surrounding black mist in an instant, returning clarity to the world, brightening heaven and earth.