Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 1025: Chapter 1023: Sweeping All Before Him

This Ling Tianzun seems intent on releasing the Slaughter Sword Spirit to annihilate him directly.

The opponent’s Slaughter Sword Spirit has reached a remarkably stable level, exuding an aura of invincibility, unbreakable and capable of killing anything.

Ling Chen’s first reaction was to unleash his Sword Spirit Embryo and compete against Ling Tianzun.

However, trying to contend with Ling Tianzun’s complete Sword Spirit with merely a Sword Spirit Embryo seemed like a futile attempt, akin to striking a stone with an egg, an impossible endeavor.

”Do not fear, let the Sword Spirit Out of Aperture!”

At this moment, the voice of the Human Emperor resonated in Ling Chen’s mind once again.

Hearing this, Ling Chen was momentarily stunned, but then a gleam of determination surfaced in his eyes. Since even the Human Emperor said so, there shouldn’t be any hesitation.

Spiritual Power surged, and a sharp wave suddenly emanated from Ling Chen’s forehead. A streak of sword light appeared at his forehead, unveiling a sword tip that exuded a shocking sharpness. In the next instant, a three-foot-long light sword in alternating blue and yellow emerged completely, cutting through the air.

”A mere Sword Spirit Embryo dares to show off!”

Ling Tianzun shouted sternly, dismissing Ling Chen’s Sword Spirit Embryo.

A Sword Spirit Embryo and a complete Sword Spirit are entirely different concepts, incomparable.

He had heard that Ling Chen had defeated the Peerless Sword on the Heavenly Sword Tournament stage with his Sword Spirit Embryo Out of Aperture, but he was not the Peerless Sword. His Sword Spirit was ten, or even a hundred times stronger than the Peerless Sword’s.

Ling Chen’s attempt to confront him with this immature Sword Spirit Embryo was like a moth drawn to a flame, bound to be shattered.

”Is that so?”

Ling Chen’s lips curled into a slight arc as his eyes narrowed suddenly. Unexpectedly, the three-foot-long light sword shot forth, and with a ”crack,” a tiny fissure appeared, spreading like a spider web before shattering completely. Beneath the fissure, radiant golden light bloomed.

As the golden light dissipated, a pure gold light sword was revealed. This Sword Spirit Embryo was no longer just Ling Chen’s but one imbued with the Human Emperor’s Will. Its formidable will, transcending all, bore the dignity of a king, awe-inspiring through the ages.

Bang!

The two Sword Spirits collided fiercely, and in the sky above, a wave like an ocean surged, unleashing a terrifying storm, pervading a hundred miles around. This storm was not a substantial energy but invaded every corner, affecting the entire surrounding area.

In the affected area, except for saints like Ling Yi and the Left Guardian Law, other strong individuals felt a soul tremor. Those with slightly weaker cultivation experienced splitting headaches, bleeding from the nose and mouth, mental chaos, and impaired spirits.

Everyone’s faces were filled with shock and dread. If they had been any closer, this impact could have killed them with vibration or left them in a stupor or brain-dead.

In the sky above, two brilliant light swords intertwined, unyielding. At their center, dazzling sparks shot out.

”How is this possible? A mere Sword Spirit Embryo possesses such power?”

Ling Tianzun wore a look of disbelief. Not only had the expected overwhelming crush not occurred, but Ling Chen, with his Sword Spirit Embryo, was holding his ground, not conceding an inch.

This defied all logic.

”Crack for me!”

Ling Tianzun’s forehead flickered as he shouted, unleashing a Sword Momentum like a flood or volcano. His Sword Spirit’s light surged and expanded, attempting to crush Ling Chen’s Sword Spirit Embryo and inflict a crack.

Any crack on a Sword Spirit is a fatal flaw, impossible to repair quickly; it would weaken further and take a long time to fully restore.

Under great pressure, Ling Chen remained unfazed, his battle spirit soaring. Though his Sword Spirit Embryo appeared to be just one-third of Ling Tianzun’s size, it stood firm as Mount Tai, unaffected and unyielding.

”Back off!”

Suddenly, Ling Chen shouted. This was no ordinary shout but a king’s decree, wielding kingly pressure and will, sweeping everything aside. From ancient times, the wrath of kings laid low countless foes; more so with the Human Emperor, the unparalleled figure throughout ages.

Crack!

No fissure occurred on Ling Chen’s Sword Spirit; instead, a crack appeared on Ling Tianzun’s Sword Spirit. It then recoiled abruptly, retreating back into Ling Tianzun’s body through his forehead.

Taking a few steps back, Ling Tianzun looked pale, clearly indicating considerable damage to his Sword Spirit from the recent clash, requiring a long period of recovery.

”What? The Great Elder’s Sword Spirit was actually defeated!”

Ling Tingfeng and others couldn’t help but widen their eyes. In the duel between the two Sword Spirits, Ling Chen gained the upper hand?

”A Sword Spirit Embryo triumphed over a complete Sword Spirit; what is going on?”

Ling Ba’s eyes nearly popped out. A complete Sword Spirit surpasses a Sword Spirit Embryo tenfold or even hundredfold, yet the final outcome was hard to accept!

”Impossible!”

Ling Tianzun himself found it difficult to accept reality. From Ling Chen’s earlier attack, he sensed an immensely powerful will, unprecedentedly strong, not emanating from Ling Chen’s Sword Spirit Embryo but from this will defeating him.

”Great Elder, you have lost!”

The Sword Spirit Embryo flew back into Ling Chen’s forehead and vanished. Ling Chen sheathed his sword, looking at Ling Tianzun indifferently.

”Nonsense! It’s only my Sword Spirit that’s damaged. My combat power remains largely intact. The battle’s outcome is still undecided; how can you say I’ve lost?”

Ling Tianzun’s expression shifted as he retorted coldly.

”Is the Great Elder sure to continue the battle?”

Ling Chen’s eyelids rose slightly, his eyes flashing with a sharp gleam. His questioning was to grant Ling Tianzun some face. For a Sword Saint, the Sword Spirit is crucial. Once it is released, it’s a final stand, a last-ditch effort with no room for retreat. Any damage to the Sword Spirit significantly diminishes a Sword Saint’s power.

At his peak, Ling Tianzun couldn’t prevail against him, let alone now with a cracked Sword Spirit. If Ling Tianzun wished to continue fighting, Ling Chen was more than willing to engage him.

Under Ling Chen’s gaze, Ling Tianzun felt somewhat uneasy and frustrated. He was unwilling to concede to Ling Chen, a junior, but the damage to his Sword Spirit placed him in a precarious position. In hindsight, he regretted pursuing victory too hastily by unleashing the Slaughter Sword Spirit to eliminate Ling Chen. A more prolonged battle would ensure Ling Tianzun’s victory.