Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 472: Chapter 471: Ancestral Dragon Whirling Abyss _1

”Whether you admit it or not is irrelevant. Once I get that malicious fetus and bring it back to our Religion for study, everything will be clear.”

Having said that, Ling Chen lightly tapped his foot and his figure drifted back, intending to re-enter the Blood Demon Hall.

That malicious fetus, its container destroyed by me, shouldn’t survive much longer. However, if I can secure evidence, then exterminating the Blood Refining Sect will be fully justified.

”Where did this little whelp come from, daring to trespass on the forbidden grounds of my Blood Refining Sect? Die!”

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the Blood Demon Hall, blocking Ling Chen’s path.

The newcomer was a middle-aged man with blood-red eyes and a face as white as paper. His aura was on par with that of Xuan Mang Sect; he was evidently also a Ninth Layer Great Master.

”Blood Refining Old Demon, you’re just in time!”

Seeing the bloodshot-eyed middle-aged man arrive, Xuan Mang Sect’s eyes narrowed, his face lighting up with surprise and joy. ”Come! This brat is here to cause trouble and has even destroyed our carefully planned scheme! Let’s join forces to kill him!”

”What?”

When the Blood Refining Old Demon heard their plan had been ruined, he too was greatly startled. His face darkened instantly. ”Xuan Mang Sect, what in the blazes have you been doing? You couldn’t even handle a mere brat, letting him cause such a huge mess!”

”Don’t underestimate this kid. He is the son of the Saintess of the Saint Witch Religion, the champion of the Sky Demon Tower trial—Ling Chen!” Xuan Mang Sect shouted, his face grim.

”Ling Chen?”

The Blood Refining Old Demon’s pupils also contracted. This name—it was impossible he hadn’t heard it. He just hadn’t expected the Saint Witch Religion to actually send such an unparalleled genius here.

Could it be that our plan has been discovered? Impossible.

The Blood Refining Old Demon shook his head. If it had been discovered, it wouldn’t be just a Disciple-level person who arrived. It’s highly probable a Demonic Cult Leader from the Sky Apex Realm would have come directly to flatten our Blood Refining Sect. Even the Saintess probably only had suspicions, which is why she sent her own son to investigate. If Ling Chen manages to take this information back, we’ll likely all die without a complete corpse, and our entire Sect will be annihilated.

A cold light flashed in the Blood Refining Old Demon’s eyes. This kind of obstacle must be eliminated immediately, or there will be endless future troubles.

”Great Bloodthirsty Hand!”

The Blood Refining Old Demon’s claw shot out, a scarlet light blooming at his fingertips as a faint shriek sounded. His claw’s radiance manifested the phantom of a blood bat—a bat of condensed True Qi—that lunged for Ling Chen’s neck.

Xuan Mang Sect’s expression also turned grave, his focus absolute. His entire body’s aura converged into his fist, where the phantom of an ancient python began to writhe violently.

”Ancient Python Earth-splitting Fist!”

With a thunderous roar, Xuan Mang Sect punched out. The Fist Strength surged forth, instantly creating a massive fissure in its path that split in two directions. A python phantom seemed to slither across the ground. Wherever it passed, the earth cracked and quaked violently.

The combined offensive of two Ninth Layer Great Masters was terrifyingly powerful, enough to shake mountains and rivers.

”This is bad, Saint Ling Chen is being besieged!” Yao Yingying cried out in shock.

”This won’t do! If this continues, the Saint Child will surely be defeated! We must go help,” Yao Fang said, her expression grave.

”Don’t be reckless,” Zuo Yun said, shaking his head and stopping Yao Fang as she tried to rush forward. ”With our strength, not only would we be of no help, we might even lose our lives for nothing.”

”Then what should we do? Just stand by and watch the Saint Child die in battle?” Yao Fang was becoming furious. ”Don’t forget, the Saint Child saved our lives! I, Yao Fang, am not an ungrateful person. I always repay kindness with kindness! I must go up and help. You, Zuo Yun, might be that kind of person, but I, Yao Fang, am not!”

”Shut up!” Zuo Yun’s face was grim. He stepped forward and grabbed Yao Fang by the collar. ”Do you think you’re the only one who knows how to repay kindness? That everyone else is a heartless, ungrateful cur?”

”Take a good look! The Blood Refining Old Demon, Xuan Mang Sect—which one of them can you stop? If you go up there, will you be helping, or just getting in the way? It’s hard to say for sure!”

Hearing this, Yao Fang also calmed down. Zuo Yun was right. She was no match for either of those two. If she rushed forward recklessly, she would likely only hinder Ling Chen and be of no help at all.

”You two, stop arguing,” Yao Yingying said, pulling them apart. She then looked at Ling Chen. ”Look at the Saint Child himself. His face is completely calm. Perhaps he isn’t afraid of their combined attack at all.”

Both looked towards Ling Chen and paused, surprised. Indeed, Ling Chen’s face showed no sign of panic.

At this moment, the two terrifying attacks had already enveloped Ling Chen, sealing off his paths of escape, both front and back.

Faced with this terrifying pressure, Ling Chen quickly channeled True Qi into his Thunder Shadow Sword. The True Qi swirled rapidly with a WHOOSH. Then, Ling Chen raised the Thunder Shadow Sword. Behind him, a dragon phantom swelled against the wind, roaring wildly.

The dragon phantom from Ling Chen’s sword surged, and he himself seemed to grow taller rapidly, as if man and dragon were becoming one.

”Dragon Seeking Sword Technique, Fifteen Forms Fusion, Ancestral Dragon Whirling Abyss!”

The fifteen forms of the Dragon Seeking Sword Technique evolved in his hand, from the first form to the fifteenth. The power of all fifteen forms fused into one, their might explosively increasing.

He swung his sword. Suddenly, a storm arose, and the dragon’s roar thundered.

An incredibly ancient and primal aura erupted—that of an ancient dragon, suffused with an immensely violent, desolate power. The ancient dragon phantom coiled above Ling Chen’s head like a great mountain—unmoving, steadfast, impervious to all trials, and eternally undying.

BOOM! BOOM!

The attacks of the Blood Refining Old Demon and Xuan Mang Sect landed before and behind Ling Chen, completely engulfing his figure.

”Hmph! Little whelp, he should be thoroughly dead now,” the Blood Refining Old Demon grinned, his gaze fixed on the area of the Air Energy explosion. Ling Chen’s figure had completely vanished. He’s probably been blasted to smithereens.

”Rest assured, he’s undoubtedly dead! Even if this brat defies the heavens, he’s absolutely finished,” Xuan Mang Sect declared, crossing his arms and looking towards Ling Chen’s last known position as if at a corpse.

However, in the next moment, his gaze solidified.

For in the dissipating smoke, a figure gradually appeared—it was Ling Chen.

The smoke dispersed, revealing Ling Chen’s figure. At this, the pupils of both Xuan Mang Sect and the Blood Refining Old Demon contracted sharply. Their opponent was completely unscathed.

”How is that possible?”

Shock quickly spread across their faces, and they both cried out in disbelief.

The two of them were Ninth Layer Great Masters! They had joined forces against Ling Chen, a mere Fifth Level Grand Master whose current cultivation realm was only achieved through a Secret Method. Yet, they couldn’t even faze him! Their full-power combined offensive had utterly failed, not even harming a single hair on Ling Chen’s head.