Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 1380: Chapter 1379: Humiliation

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The sound of the Sword Light piercing through the air resounded continuously. No one could see how many swords Ling Chen had swung; they only felt dizzying confusion. By the time they reacted, Ling Chen had already sheathed the Treasure Sword.

Kazama Ichiro stumbled back several dozen steps and only managed to stabilize himself with the support of several warriors from the Fengjian Clan, his face filled with terror, looking extremely disheveled.

The moment he stabilized his body, he immediately touched his head. After confirming that his head was still there, Kazama Ichiro breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Fortunately, his head was still intact.

”Do I have any broken arms or legs, or am I missing any parts?”

Kazama Ichiro quickly asked the people beside him.

The several warriors of the Fengjian Clan carefully examined Kazama Ichiro’s body and then also breathed a sigh of relief, ”No, not a scratch.”

Hearing this, Kazama Ichiro instantly felt relieved and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He looked at Ling Chen with mocking intent in his eyes, ”So it was all just a bluff, so many swords and all of them missed.”

”Did they really all miss?”

Ling Chen’s lips curled into a smirk.

Seeing the smile on Ling Chen’s face, Kazama Ichiro suddenly felt a chill in his heart. The next moment, his hair began to fall down in clumps. He hurriedly touched the top of his head, only to discover it was now completely bald, not a single strand of hair left.

”You!”

Kazama Ichiro screamed out, boiling with rage that Ling Chen had shaved off his precious hair.

”Rogue!”

On the deck, many of the women blushed, then turned their heads, unable to suppress a curse.

Yet, a portly warrior burst into laughter as if discovering the eighth wonder of the world.

At this moment, Kazama Ichiro wished he could find a hole to crawl into. He hurriedly covered his lower half with both hands and glared at Ling Chen with a venomous look, ”Bastard, you’ll pay for this!”

Having said so, he forcefully pushed his way through the crowd under the cover of several Fengjian Clan warriors and retreated into the nearest cabin, likely to get dressed.

After Kazama Ichiro fled in disgrace, the eyes of the many strong individuals on the deck looked at Ling Chen differently.

No matter how inept Kazama Ichiro might be, he was still a Direct Lineral Descendant of the Fengjian Clan, possessing quite a reputation in the southwestern part of Yingzhou. Who would’ve thought that he’d be humiliated by Ling Chen like this, shaved bald and stripped naked, it was truly miserable.

No one saw how many swords Ling Chen swung, but they all knew that Ling Chen’s swordsmanship had undoubtedly reached a level beyond comprehension, as he could shave Kazama Ichiro’s hair and strip his clothes in such a short time without injuring him in the slightest — what kind of control would that require?

It’s easy to kill someone, but to humiliate a person without harming them is immensely difficult.

Now everyone secretly speculated in their hearts about which big family Ling Chen could belong to, possessing such exquisite swordsmanship.

However, Ling Chen paid no attention to the eyes of the onlookers; he simply led Hong Ye to a less crowded part of the deck, then flipped his palm, revealing a ghastly Ghost Mask.

”Put on this mask.”

Ling Chen handed the mask to Hong Ye. Her face was indeed too eye-catching, even if she didn’t want to cause trouble, it would easily bring about complications; it would be better to cover it up.

”I’m not wearing it.”

Ling Chen’s expression remained unchanged, nodding slightly, ”Then it seems I can only help you.”

With that, Ling Chen didn’t bother to argue further with Hong Ye. He reached out his right hand, forcibly wrapped her slender waist, and pressed her against the ship’s wall. With his left hand holding the mask, he steadily moved it towards Hong Ye’s bewitching face.

But in just an instant, Ling Chen’s eyes cleared, and he released Hong Ye, stepping back with his expression returning to calm.

Once freed from Ling Chen’s grip, Hong Ye immediately reached up to remove the mask from her face, but at that moment, Ling Chen’s icy voice rang out, ”If you dare to take off the mask, I’ll kill you.”

Hearing this, Hong Ye had to stop her actions. She had no doubt Ling Chen would follow through, knowing he wasn’t someone who would show any mercy for a beautiful face.

”Don’t do anything unnecessary, it’s utterly pointless.”

Ling Chen glanced at Hong Ye, coldly leaving behind a sentence, then continued walking forward.

”This bastard.”

Watching Ling Chen’s departing figure, Hong Ye couldn’t help but stamp her foot in anger. Ling Chen’s attitude infuriated her, was it possible this man had a heart of stone, showing no interest in her at all?

At this thought, Ling Chen couldn’t help but miss Xia Yunxin. If only she were here now.

”What am I thinking.”

Ling Chen slapped his forehead, muttering to himself, ”Of course, you’d really like that, but it’s uncertain if Senior Sister Xia would be willing.”

Though he and Xia Yunxin had been through so much together, experiencing Life and Death, and sharing hardships, he still hadn’t made any promises to her. Their relationship seemed close, yet for a long time, there hadn’t been any substantial progress.