Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 578: Chapter 576: Battle with Yin Tianxi_1

”Junior Brother Wuchen!”

Liu Feiyue looked at Ling Chen. If he needed her assistance, she definitely would not stand by and watch.

However, Ling Chen waved his hand, signaling her not to intervene.

This gesture left the many members of the younger generation staring, dumbfounded.

”What is Wuchen thinking? He’s refusing to let Liu Feiyue step in? Does he intend to fight Yin Tianxi all by himself?”

”Impossible! This man is too arrogant. First, he wanted to challenge Yun Qinghong, and now he wants to fight Yin Tianxi. He clearly overestimates his own strength; I’m afraid he’ll be utterly defeated.”

”One should know their limits. Although Wuchen’s strength isn’t bad, compared to Yin Tianxi, he’s still far too weak.”

The crowd buzzed with discussion.

Seeing that Yin Tianxi intended to challenge Ling Chen, Yun Qinghong retreated to his own mountain peak. He, too, wanted to observe this battle.

If Ling Chen is easily defeated by Yin Tianxi, then he isn’t qualified to compete with me.

”Yin Tianxi, are you here for a match, or to avenge your nephew?”

Ling Chen had long anticipated Yin Tianxi would step forward eventually; it was only a matter of time.

”Breaking someone’s arm in a sparring match? Isn’t that too vicious? I’m here to teach you some manners.”

A chilling aura emanated from Yin Tianxi’s palm, coalescing at his fingertips.

Ling Chen glanced at Yin Tianxi. ”What if I told you the fault lies with Yin Zongli, and that our fight isn’t a mere sparring match? What then?”

Yin Tianxi ignored Ling Chen’s explanation, saying, ”It’s too late. You crippled my nephew’s arm, and today, you will pay the price, no matter what.”

Hearing this, Ling Chen chuckled softly.

”In that case, make your move.”

Ling Chen shook his head. Indeed, like uncle, like nephew. I initially only severed one of Yin Zongli’s arms because I didn’t want to fall out with the Yin Family. I never expected my gesture of goodwill to be so completely ignored.

”Emperor’s Finger!”

Yin Tianxi was known as the Iron Finger Divine Sect, and his finger techniques were unparalleled. Not wanting to waste more words on Ling Chen, he immediately unleashed his signature Emperor’s Finger. Years of secluded cultivation had granted Yin Tianxi a profound comprehension of the True Meaning of Wind. As he executed his continuous finger techniques, he seemed to conjure a meteor shower, indistinguishable from a real one, its fragments bursting forth and scattering across the sky.

”Break!”

The Thunder Shadow Sword was unsheathed. Ling Chen gripped it with both hands and hacked down majestically. The vast Sword Momentum enveloped the stars, seemingly unstoppable.

RUMBLE!

A large part of the meteor shower was obliterated. A magnificent stream of sword qi carved a dark path through it, a path that extended all the way toward Yin Tianxi.

This Sword Momentum?

Yin Tianxi was perplexed, shattering the sword qi with a single finger.

”Prosperity and Decline!”

Ling Chen soared forward, his clothes fluttering, resembling an immortal descending from the heavens. He executed another sweeping strike with his sword. The surging sword qi spread rapidly, as if coalescing into a flower of sword qi, which then bloomed to its fullest.

Impossible! How can his Sword Momentum be so strong?

Only after unleashing three consecutive finger strikes did Yin Tianxi manage to tear through Ling Chen’s sword technique. The formidable explosive force pushed him back a dozen steps.

”Nothing is impossible. In your heart, you still see yourself as one of the high and mighty Four Great Masters and me as a mere junior. You couldn’t be more wrong. This time, the Four Great Masters will become stepping stones for the younger generation. After today, that title will be obsolete, a relic of the past.”

Ling Chen stood with his hands clasped behind his back, facing Yin Tianxi. He showed no signs of weakness; on the contrary, he exuded immense confidence. This wasn’t superficial strength but an inner fortitude. While such inner strength might not be overtly displayed, it imbued Ling Chen’s every action with tremendous power, akin to the rising and setting of the sun, the alternation of day and night, and the cycle of seasons. It carried an air of inevitable destiny, of acting in accordance with a greater trend, completely overwhelming Yin Tianxi’s aura.

In a duel between experts, even the slightest disparity can be infinitely magnified, let alone such a crucial factor.

”Obsolete? A relic of the past? Don’t be ridiculous! Before me, you are nothing!”

Yin Tianxi roared in anger, his body erupting in a golden radiance, like a majestic golden sun slowly ascending.

”Solar Finger!”

As he pointed, a finger projection resembling a blazing sun shot out abruptly, bearing down on Ling Chen.

”You are no match for me, not now, not ever! Thousand Dragons Gathering!”

Ling Chen soared into the sky, ascending higher than Yin Tianxi. His black hair danced though there was no wind, and fierce sword qi swirled around him, shattering the solidified air in his vicinity. With a low shout, he appeared as the sovereign of swords. Thousands of dragon phantoms materialized around him as he brought his sword down.

BOOM! BOOM!

The power of the Solar Finger was shattered. Yin Tianxi was blasted backward, his Protective True Qi fragmenting, his hair disheveled. He was a complete mess.

”Damn it! Empty God Finger!”

Yin Tianxi felt incredibly suffocated. He had planned to get close to Ling Chen and then unleash his ultimate technique, the Empty God Finger, certain it would utterly defeat Ling Chen. But now, he couldn’t even approach him. Ling Chen’s formidable sword qi made the very Void tremble, causing Yin Tianxi’s blood to boil.

WHOOSH!

The semi-transparent Empty God Finger instantly appeared before Ling Chen, tearing through the Sword Momentum he had generated. If this finger attack had been unleashed at close range, I definitely wouldn’t have been able to withstand it.

The dragon phantoms dispersed one by one, and rings of ripples spread outward. The mighty finger projection entered the ripples without dissipating. However, the dispersive nature of the ripples increased the resistance against the Empty God Finger, deflecting it to the side so that it shot past Ling Chen’s body.

”Seeking Defeat With All Heart!”

Executing a turn in mid-air, Ling Chen moved like a swift, soaring through the sky. With a heart resolved to seek defeat, he dashed out decisively. With a flick of his wrist, a sharp black streak slashed across Yin Tianxi’s chest.

CLANG!

Sparks flew as Yin Tianxi was sent flying backward.

”You actually dodged my Empty God Finger? So what? You can’t breach my defenses! You, a mere Master of the Sixth Realm, have only reached the Eighth Level by using a Secret Method. Your Cultivation is incomparable to mine! If this battle drags on, your defeat is certain!”

Yin Tianxi was momentarily stunned, then burst out laughing. The Sword Light Ling Chen had just unleashed was incredibly sharp, but it hadn’t breached his defenses. He was wearing Top-grade Weird Armour. No matter how powerful Ling Chen’s swordsmanship was, if it lacked sufficient penetrative power, it couldn’t break through his protection.

”Is that so?”

Ling Chen’s expression remained unchanged. He sheathed the Thunder Shadow Sword and drew the Red Sky Sword in a single, fluid motion, as smooth as flowing water, then struck out once more.

”Red Sky Sword Technique’s third trial: Fire in the Chestnut!”

Flames enveloped the Red Sky Sword. The Sword Light flashed in mid-air and struck Yin Tianxi.

CRACK!

A metallic clang resounded. Yin Tianxi’s eyes bulged as if he had swallowed an egg. Blood spurted from his seven orifices. A gust of wind flung him backward, his body spread-eagled, smashing violently into a small hill and causing it to crumble and collapse.