Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 465: Chapter 464: Captured_1

Ling Chen did not make a move to kill Yue Lao San, instead remaining in place, looking calm.

All the Experts from the Blood Refining Sect turned pale with shock, staring in disbelief at the young man opposite them.

Although the young man’s face was covered with a mask, everyone could still tell that he was not old, definitely no more than twenty.

So young, yet already a Grandmaster Fourth Realm expert.

How is this possible? When did the Saint Witch Religion produce such a terrifying character with so much potential?

Han Tong was greatly startled. The Saint Witch Religion, as the Demon Overlord of the Demon Way, teemed with geniuses. Outstanding Experts from the younger generation continually emerged, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. Yet, he had never heard of this Dustless, who had managed to reach such a level.

”Hall Master!”

With a loud BANG, Yue Lao San struggled up from the ground, looking utterly miserable, his eyes filled with resentment.

”Kill this brat! Tear him limb from limb!” Yue Lao San roared furiously.

”Kid, let this old man test your true abilities.”

As he spoke, Han Tong lashed out with a claw, grabbing directly for Ling Chen’s chest, fierce and brutal.

Ling Chen met the attack with his sheathed sword, the sword scabbard striking the claw’s radiance and sending sparks flying.

”Blood Python Claw!”

Blood-red light erupted from Han Tong’s palm, forming a blood python over ten meters long. The python hissed wildly, exuding an aura of frenzied bloodlust as it lunged towards Ling Chen’s neck.

His expression shifting, Ling Chen swung his sword scabbard again. With a CRACK, it pierced through the center of the Blood Python Claw, tearing a large hole through it.

This kid? Han Tong’s heart skipped a beat.

The previous attack was enough to kill a Master of the Sixth Realm, yet Ling Chen had easily broken it. He had only used his sword scabbard, not even unsheathing his sword.

This kid’s Cultivation level is truly unfathomable. He’s definitely not some nobody.

”Blood Devouring World!”

Han Tong gathered all his strength into his right palm. Blood-red True Qi surged wildly, finally transforming into a ferocious blood shadow that lunged aggressively towards Ling Chen.

This blood shadow emanated a violent, tearing aura. When it appeared, everyone nearby felt their blood boil uncontrollably, as if it would burst from their bodies.

”Go! Drain this kid dry for me!”

A sinister smile appeared on Han Tong’s face. He was now certain that Ling Chen must be a genius from the Saint Witch Religion. The blood of a genius is a great tonic! If I drain Ling Chen, I might be able to advance to become a Grandmaster of the Eight-level Realm! This is a tremendous opportunity!

However, Ling Chen remained unfazed as he saw the blood shadow swoop out. With a CLANG, his Thunder Shadow Sword was finally unsheathed. Gripping the sword with both hands, Ling Chen brought it down in a powerful slash from above.

SPLAT!

The blood shadow was split in two by the slash, and its severed halves exploded with a deafening sound.

Residual rays of blood-light swept out in all directions. More than ten Refining Blood Sect disciples were struck by the blood-light, sent flying backward, and landed on the ground, wailing in agony.

Where the blood-light struck, their skin rapidly withered as their blood evaporated.

The powerful impact sent Han Tong staggering back more than a hundred feet. Bloody gashes appeared on his arm, and his fingers throbbed with excruciating pain, feeling as if they would shatter.

How can this be possible! Shockwaves surged through Han Tong’s heart. Even among the Ten Outstanding Talents of the Demonic Sect, only a handful possess such strength, and none of them are named Dustless! Could this kid be a newly promoted member of the Ten Outstanding Talents of the Demonic Sect? How can this be? If so, my luck is truly terrible to have run into him!

Suddenly, a glint flashed in Han Tong’s eyes. He then promptly knelt before Ling Chen, an expression of sudden realization dawning on his face. ”Lord Dustless, this old man was blind not to recognize your eminence and has offended your esteemed self. I hope Your Excellency can overlook the transgressions of this lowly one and spare our lives.”

”Oh?”

Ling Chen raised an eyebrow, seemingly pondering. But his mind was as clear as a mirror; such Trifling Tricks might deceive inexperienced youngsters in the Jianghu, but to him, the act was utterly clumsy.

However, at this moment, an idea occurred to him—a way to quickly infiltrate the Blood Refining Sect.

”Brother Dustless, this man is treacherous and cunning! Don’t believe him!”

At this, the woman in black suddenly cried out, apparently trying to warn Ling Chen.

But in that instant, a chilling smirk touched the corners of Han Tong’s mouth. He suddenly retrieved several poison needles from his sleeve, then sprang into action, shooting them at Ling Chen.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Every single poison needle embedded itself in Ling Chen’s body; not one missed.

”Haha, youngster, you’re still too naive!”

An ecstatic smile spread across Han Tong’s face. Youngsters are indeed naive, so prone to letting their guard down. It works every time!

”You... you actually used Poison?”

Ling Chen had long seen through Han Tong’s ploy, but outwardly, he feigned an expression of extreme terror and confusion.

”Heh heh, you have only your own stupidity to blame.”

Han Tong was in an excellent mood. Today, I’ve captured two Saint Witch Religion Disciples, and one of them is even a Martial Arts prodigy! This is a true windfall!

After binding Ling Chen with chains, Han Tong wasn’t worried about him escaping. Ling Chen had been struck by his potent Poison, and most of his True Qi was sealed within his meridians, rendering him incapable of mobilizing even a trace of it.

”Let’s go!”

Waving to the other members of the Blood Refining Sect, Han Tong, eager to return and begin his blood-refining cultivation, set off.

”Sigh... you’re so foolish. Now we’re both doomed.” The woman in black sighed, then looked at Ling Chen. ”Dustless, which peak are you from?”

”I’m from the Saintess Hall, a Disciple of the Black Swordsman. And you? What’s your name?” Ling Chen replied calmly.

The woman in black’s eyes brightened, as if trying to see through the mask to Ling Chen’s face beneath. ”I’m also from the Saintess Hall! My name is Yao Yingying, and my master is the Fire Crow Taoist. Hmm, how come I’ve never seen you before?”

”I spend most of my time roaming outside and rarely return to the Holy Church, so I don’t know many people there.”

Ling Chen casually made up a lie to deflect her question. I didn’t expect this woman to be a Disciple of the Fire Crow Taoist. Good thing I’m wearing a mask; otherwise, if she’d shouted my name, my cover would have been blown instantly.

”Don’t worry, Dustless. As long as we can survive, rescuers will definitely come.” Yao Yingying, seeing Ling Chen’s cool reaction, thought he had lost all hope and fighting spirit, so she hurriedly encouraged him.

”Yes. We’ll be saved soon,” Ling Chen replied nonchalantly.

”Saved? You must be dreaming! Keep dreaming your pipe dreams!” Hearing their hushed conversation, a Refining Blood Sect disciple sneered.

”Your doom is near. Once we reach the Blood Refining Sect, that will be the day you die,” Han Tong added with a sinister grin.

”It’s a pity our young master of the Saintess Hall, Ling Chen, isn’t here! Otherwise, your entire Blood Refining Sect would be annihilated!” Yao Yingying roared, her eyes blazing with anger.

”Ling Chen? You mean the Holy Son Ling Chen, who went on a killing spree and dominated everyone in the Sky Demon Tower? Why would such an illustrious figure care about the lives of insignificant underlings like you?” Han Tong scoffed, utterly unconcerned. ”Besides, we have ways to deal with any threat. Even if Ling Chen himself came, our Blood Refining Sect has methods to ensure he never returns!”