Ling Tian Sword God

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn passed in the blink of an eye.

Amidst the eager anticipation of the crowd, the battle for the top ten finally began.

Buzz!

The ranking gold list emitted a dazzling light, and the names on it suddenly changed. Five groups of names emerged one after another.

Ling Chen versus Li Yifeng!

Liu Mengru versus Murong Ziying!

Peerless Sword versus Tang Haotian!

Sima Xiaoyao versus Gui Tianchou!

Kong Wenju versus Xing Youfa!

An immense and magnificent aura was released from the ranking gold list, causing the entire venue to be enveloped in a solemn atmosphere.

Ling Chen didn’t pay much attention to whom he would face first or later, because he would have to fight anyway, it was just a matter of order.

Upon seeing Ling Chen’s name, a cold curve appeared at the corner of Li Yifeng’s mouth.

”Be careful.”

Ling Xue couldn’t help but remind.

Ling Chen nodded slightly, and his entire being gracefully glided onto the arena like a phantom.

”Kid, with the strength you’ve shown before, you’re not my match.”

Li Yifeng stared at Ling Chen, his expression somewhat sinister as he spoke.

Ling Chen calmly said, ”Just give it your all.”

”All out? You think you’re worthy?”

Li Yifeng couldn’t understand where Ling Chen’s confidence came from. The other had only defeated a second-rate talent like Gui Tianjian and dared to act important in front of him.

Perhaps Ling Chen had some tricks up his sleeve, but so what? Did he not have any hidden cards and only surface level strength?

As he finished speaking, Li Yifeng bent his legs and leapt into the air like a gust of wind, cutting through the void without any flaws, moving as swiftly as a shooting star.

His body glided mid-air, and as his eyes focused, his figure transformed, True Qi frantically condensed on his right leg, and the brilliance of a meteor gathered beneath his feet, smashing towards Ling Chen.

Fast, ultra-fast!

This move concentrated Li Yifeng’s explosive power, and at this moment, there was no point in trying to break the move, as there was no time to do so at such speed.

However, while Li Yifeng moved like lightning, Ling Chen was even faster, as if he had foreseen Li Yifeng’s attack; his sword slashed out ahead of Li Yifeng’s leg, sword qi bursting forth, tearing through the air.

Boom!

Li Yifeng’s leg forcefully collided with Ling Chen’s Sword Light, the two intertwining and giving off exceptionally brilliant sparks, only to see the leg force torn into two, not wounding Ling Chen in the slightest.

With a foot planted on Ling Chen’s sword, Li Yifeng’s figure soared, but a more explosive leg force pressed down, resembling a storm.

”Fierce Wind Divine Leg!”

With a fierce shout, Li Yifeng’s legs kicked down violently, the leg force shooting down like a meteor.

Ling Chen had prepared in advance; the Red Sky Sword in his hand swung out at the fastest speed, the sword qi and meteor clashed, shattering the meteor-like leg force.

Li Yifeng’s proficiency in True Meaning of Wind was impressive, allowing him to achieve such terrifying speed. The violent wind wasn’t an obstacle for him but rather helped him along.

”Such fast exchange, I can barely see it clearly!”

”Unbelievable, our eyes can’t follow their speed.”

”The Fourth Prince Li Yifeng is renowned for his speed, his leg techniques unmatched among the younger generation. We understand he’s fast, but why is Ling Yu also this fast? Haven’t you noticed he follows Li Yifeng’s pace effortlessly?”

The crowd was shaken as they heard this, realizing that, indeed, as stated, Ling Chen’s speed did not lag behind at all; even with Li Yifeng’s legs fast as lightning, Ling Chen was only slightly at a disadvantage, not driven into desperation.

”Not bad. That makes this worth watching.”

Li Yifeng’s eyes flashed with a sharp light, his leg force becoming more rapid. Once again, he exploded with energy, his entire body spinning rapidly mid-air, forming a breathtaking tornado, and as the rotation speed increased, the tornado visibly expanded, reaching a hundred meters in size.

”Wind Dragon Spin!”

The terrifying tornado engulfed Ling Chen, suppressing him with an earth-shattering force.

Such an overwhelming momentum made the many geniuses in the stands change color!

Even if it were them, handling this attack would be no easy task!

Yet under this overwhelming attack, Ling Chen remained calm, and as the tornado descended upon him, he suddenly looked up, with a flash of golden light in his eyes.

”Hmm?”

Sima Xiaoyao, Liu Mengru, and others simultaneously narrowed their eyes, focusing intensely on the scene, which eerily mirrored the technique Ling Chen used in West Market against Li Tailong.

Golden Sword Pupil!

At the moment Ling Chen unleashed the Golden Sword Pupil, the entire arena was enveloped in the Golden Sword Domain, swords appearing to be embedded in the void, constructing a splendid Golden Kingdom, a Kingdom of Swords.

As the Golden Sword Domain formed, the originally ferocious tornado momentarily froze, its speed significantly reduced within the domain.

Ling Chen simply moved a step to the left, easily evading the tornado.

”What?”

Li Yifeng’s expression changed drastically.

At that moment, Ling Chen moved, his Red Sky Sword swung in mid-air, numerous golden sword qi suddenly swept in from all directions, piercing towards Li Yifeng in the air.

The golden sword qi, ethereal and illusory, should have been mere illusions, yet under Ling Chen’s manipulation, these illusory sword qi gained force, becoming real sword qi with formidable lethality.

The onlookers were dumbfounded, as the radiant sword light seemed to split the sky into dozens of pieces, the intersection point precisely where Li Yifeng was in midair.

Despite Li Yifeng’s speed, it was no longer possible to resist, the golden sword qi tore through the void, ascending against gravity, and the fearsome impact sent Li Yifeng flying, leaving crisscrossing sword wounds on his chest, with blood splattering.

Ling Chen wins!

Until Li Yifeng crashed to the ground, the stands remained silent, devoid of any noise.

Then, someone gasped audibly, and the stands exploded into a cacophony of voices, too chaotic to discern who was speaking.

”Terrifying, turning the illusion into reality, what level of swordsmanship is this!”

”Such an attack, no matter how fast, it’s impossible to withstand. Li Yifeng lost, and it’s not just him; even other top-tier geniuses in the first echelon might not be able to withstand that move.”

The many observing warriors were astonished, not only at the result but also at Ling Chen’s Golden Sword Pupil, this martial art was utterly unfathomable, describable only as terrifying.