Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 1452: Chapter 1451: Fengmo 13

Outside the Divine Palace Ruins.

The seawater in the depths of the ocean churned violently, as if a tsunami had erupted. Terrifying deep-sea waves swept out, forming a storm of Destruction.

From within that storm, figures shot out one after another, all landing in the nearby waters, their appearances extremely bedraggled.

These figures were precisely the Yingzhou experts who had just emerged from the Divine Palace Ruins.

”That was close!”

The same trace of lingering fear surfaced in the eyes of Liusheng Zongyan and the others. Had they been any slower, they would likely have been trapped inside.

”Where’s Ling Chen, have they not come out yet?”

Beichuan Ye looked around. Almost everyone had already exited that relic space, yet Ling Chen and the other two were nowhere to be seen.

Qing Ji said, ”They should just be a bit slower than us, behind us.”

”They haven’t run into trouble, have they?”

Yantian stared at the nearby sea region that was like a storm, Energy violently chaotic. If they were in the middle of that, they’d probably be in serious trouble.

”This little trouble, I’ll solve myself.” ℯℯ𝑙.

Facing Fengmo Thirteen’s storm-like barrage, Ling Chen swung the Thunder Sound Sword without the slightest hesitation. The Thunder Sound Sword in his hand spun with practiced ease, like a whirling spiral.

Clang clang clang clang!

There were many Shuriken, but Ling Chen’s spiral perfectly shielded every part of his body, leaving not a single blind spot. The densely packed Shuriken slammed into that spiral, only sparking brilliant showers of light, yet not injuring Ling Chen in the slightest.

However, Fengmo Thirteen wasn’t surprised that Ling Chen could block all of the Wind Demon Hand Sword. Instead, he let out a cold laugh. At some unknown moment, a Black Ninja Sword had appeared in his hand. Following that dense Shuriken offensive, one blade silently slashed toward Ling Chen’s vital point.

”Very good!”

Not far away, Fengmo Rizang’s face abruptly revealed a hint of appreciation when he saw this. This move of Fengmo Thirteen’s was called the Silent Ninja Sword Method, one of the supreme arts of their Fengmo Clan—soundless, formless, killing without trace. Especially after Fengmo Thirteen had first unleashed such a dense barrage of Wind Demon Hand Sword, then followed up with this Silent Ninja Sword Method—the transition between the two was seamless, flawless.

Even if it were him using it, he’d probably only be able to reach about this level.

”Die!”

Fengmo Thirteen’s Ninja Sword truly didn’t make a sound, extremely eerie. Yet just as his Ninja Sword was about to strike Ling Chen, there was a sudden ”clang” as it slammed into a hard sword blade, still failing to injure Ling Chen.

”What?”

Fengmo Thirteen’s pupils contracted, a look of disbelief flashing across his face. In his sight, Ling Chen’s right hand still maintained that spiral, but at some point, the other had drawn another Treasure Sword, just in time to parry his blade.

How the hell did this guy detect it? It shouldn’t be possible.

”Not a bad Blade technique, fused with silent tricks—pity the speed’s not fast enough.”

Ling Chen said with a faint smile.

”You think you’re worthy to critique the supreme arts of my Fengmo Clan?”

Fengmo Thirteen’s gaze suddenly turned dark. With a flick of his sleeve, several Kunai shot out from inside, blasting straight toward Ling Chen.

Clink clink clink clink!

Ling Chen swung his sword four times in succession, knocking all the Kunai aside. At the same time, Fengmo Thirteen’s Ninja Sword was already upon him again—another soundless strike, but this time it was even more pathetic than before. It was shattered and dispersed before it could even touch Ling Chen’s body.

”Your strength is much weaker than I imagined.”

Breaking apart Fengmo Thirteen’s offensive, Ling Chen spoke flatly.

”Hah, nice trash talk. You think I’ll be shaken by you?”

Fengmo Thirteen laughed from rage. Ling Chen dared say he was weaker than expected? Impossible. And he still hadn’t seen where Ling Chen was strong. The other side was clearly trying to disrupt his mind with words like that.

”It’s about time to end this.”

Ling Chen’s gaze suddenly sharpened. The next moment, his sword speed clearly doubled, at the very least. Before Fengmo Thirteen’s move could even fully form, Ling Chen’s sword was already thrusting toward his heart.

Puchi!

One sword pierced through Fengmo Thirteen’s Protective True Qi, accurately stabbing through his heart, leaving a Blood Cave in his chest.

”Hm?”

Ling Chen’s pupils narrowed slightly. In his sight, the body of Fengmo Thirteen that had just been pierced actually turned into a straw dummy and fell weakly to the ground. Fengmo Thirteen’s real body appeared several hundred meters away.

”So, a Ninjutsu that releases a fake body?”

A hint of surprise appeared on Ling Chen’s face. He had long heard that Yingzhou possessed a type of Ninjutsu that could ”substitute the plum for the peach,” using a fake body to replace the real one. He hadn’t expected Fengmo Thirteen to perform it right in front of him.

Several hundred meters away, Fengmo Thirteen stared at Ling Chen in sheer disbelief. He glanced down at the sword hole in his chest, heart pounding with lingering fear. If he hadn’t reacted quickly and used the fake-body substitution technique, he’d likely have been skewered by Ling Chen in that strike.

”As expected of the young master of the Fengmo Clan, you’ve got plenty of Ninjutsu tricks. But while you’ve learned many, they’re scattered and not refined. You’ll need at least ten more years before you can truly merge them and cultivate them to perfection.”

Ling Chen said coolly.

”Bullshit!”

Flames of fury surged in Fengmo Thirteen’s eyes. He’d only fallen slightly into disadvantage, yet this brat dared to judge and belittle him at will—how was he supposed to swallow that?

Winner takes all, loser is nothing. Once he completely defeated Ling Chen, they’d see if anything like ivory could come out of that dog’s mouth, see what else the other could possibly say.

”Wind Style: Divine Wind Killing!”

Fengmo Thirteen roared. His Ninja garb suddenly bulged, and as his hands formed seals and he chanted the Mantra, his entire body spun at extreme speed. Under the gaze of countless eyes, he transformed into a shocking tornado.

The tornado burst upward from the seabed like a massive Wind Dragon. The tail of the tornado was like a steel needle spike, unmatched in piercing power. As the tornado spun at high speed, it charged at Ling Chen with ruthless ferocity!

A faint light flashed in Ling Chen’s eyes as he vanished from his spot almost simultaneously, his body moving like teleportation. The Thunder Sound Sword in his hand spun fiercely and thrust forward!

Puchi!

Under this sword, Fengmo Thirteen’s entire tornado was pierced through in an instant. The sword light burst through the tornado and struck Fengmo Thirteen hidden within.

Clang!

Ling Chen sheathed his sword. In the air behind him, Fengmo Thirteen’s chest blew open, blood spraying as he plummeted to the ground, his Life and Death unknown.