Chapter 6138 Sword Saint Yan Ling
Terrifying Sword Qi pierced through Long Chen’s astral barrier. With the starry sky sealed, his barrier became weaker, its collapse inevitable.
When the astral light scattered in the air, the spectators could see half a woman’s body floating midair. The other half had been completely obliterated.
The woman’s eyes were wide with shock and fury. She had waited until the sword cultivator had Long Chen suppressed, then launched a sneak attack from behind, aiming to capture him in one blow.
However, she hadn’t expected this to be entirely within Long Chen’s calculations.
The instant she stepped into his range, Long Chen unleashed his stored astral energy and killing intent. Blinded by the sudden surge of light, the sword cultivator panicked and released his full power.
Long Chen took advantage of his panic to escape his lock and guide the Sword Qi towards the Zither Sect woman.
“Sword Saint Yan Ling, what are you doing?!” she shrieked, half her body gone.
“Careful—!”
The sword cultivator shouted, but his warning came too late.
PCH!
Evilmoon had pierced cleanly through her head.
With her death, the black clouds in the sky vanished. Starlight illuminated the world again. Astral energy surged back into Long Chen, and his power soared once more.
“You bastard, how dare you kill them?! Die!”
The sword cultivator’s face contorted with rage; he no longer cared about capturing Long Chen alive. Lifting his sword to the sky, he roared, “God Execution Slash!”
Streaks of sword-light shot out of his sword, converging into a giant sword in the sky.
The world was shaking violently out of fear, and arcs of lightning exploded out. The watching Sovereign Lords paled and fled in terror.
This attack instantly locked Long Chen in place. There was no dodging it.
Long Chen held Evilmoon. Black qi surged from its blade like devilish smoke, wrapping around him like armor.
“Let’s see what makes you worthy of the title ‘Sword Saint.’” Long Chen snorted.
Astral energy condensed onto Evilmoon. Long Chen slashed twice, creating two enormous saber images suspended in the sky. They overlapped, layered with roaring astral energy.
Just then, Evilmoon pointed toward the heavens once more. A starry river flowed along its blade. A terrifying will—one that defied the heavens and crushed all laws—erupted from the saber.
“Die!”
The sword cultivator’s roar came like thunder, and the giant sword in the sky fell like a divine judgment.
In response, Long Chen let out a heaven-shaking cry. The three saber images merged into one and slashed upward.
“Three Forms as One—Heaven Splitting Astral Slash!”
In front of this terrifying sword cultivator, Long Chen didn’t dare to hold back. However, merging three forms into one with his astral energy was his limit.
Two devastating energies collided.
The next moment, the heavens lost all color. The world fell silent—then a cataclysmic explosion tore it apart.
Mountains crumbled. The Sovereign Lords who had just fled were caught by the shockwave and hurled like rag dolls. They coughed blood as fear overtook them. They knew Sword Saint Yan Ling was terrifying… but they hadn’t expected this.
The void was twisting and collapsing, with dust flying all over the place. No one knew who won in that exchange.
BOOM!
Just then, another explosive sound rang out.
Everyone was shocked to hear they were still fighting.
Sword Qi ripped through the void, shooting from the center of the battlefield toward the heavens. Then, a starry river fell from the sky, splitting the world in two.
“Heavens, what kind of monster is Long Chen?!”
The third Heavenstage Sovereign Lords were all dumbfounded.
Long Chen… is still alive?! He is still fighting that monstrous sword cultivator?
BOOM!
The void blew apart, revealing a wretched figure flying out of it.
“It’s Sword Saint Yan Ling!” Startled cries rang out.
“It doesn’t matter how strong Long Chen is. In front of a true sword cultivator… he still dies.”
But then—
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Footsteps echoed from within the swirling space.
Then, the Sovereign Lords froze, their eyes widening in disbelief.
A blurry figure slowly emerged from the swirling distortion at the heart of the battlefield.
As it became clearer, they saw black robes, long black hair, and a sinister saber resting on his shoulder. Black qi drifted from the blade, curling around his body like smoke.
Long Chen walked out like a devil risen from hell. His presence alone made the world tremble.
Blood dripped steadily from his hand, yet he walked forward as if unaware of the wound.
In his chest was a gaping, bloody hole, and within it, a terrifying sword will still thrashed violently, trying to consume him from the inside.
That kind of sword will would have instantly killed anyone else. But then, an invisible force pulsed from Long Chen’s chest, steadily dissolving the invading sword will. The wound was already closing.
“As a sword cultivator, this is all you amount to, huh?” Long Chen stopped, looking at Sword Saint Yan Ling with a cold sneer.
Only now did the others notice—Yan Ling’s sword was cracking. Furthermore, his face was ashen, and his eyes looked like empty holes.
“Sword Saint Yan Ling’s sword will… it’s gone…”
They finally realized—the man before them was no longer a sword saint. He was an empty shell.
Click.
Long Chen flicked his finger. A sharp dragon scale shot through the air and pierced Sword Saint Yan Ling’s forehead.
His body convulsed once, then collapsed lifelessly.
Horror gripped the other Sovereign Lords.
Sword Saint Yan Ling… dead. The Zither Sect’s expert… dead. The Painting Sect’s elder… also dead.
When they looked at Long Chen now, they felt a chill run down their spines. What kind of monster was he?
“Long Chen, you may have slain three of them… but surely you’re running on fumes now, right?” asked an elder with a devil broadshield and white bone lance, his voice laced with malice.
Everyone realized that the starlight around Long Chen was flickering like a candle. It looked dispirited, and even his divine ring had vanished. The starry sea above him gradually faded.
After tossing Sword Saint Yan Ling’s corpse into the primal chaos space, Long Chen looked at that elder.
“I don’t want to keep fighting,” he said flatly. “But if you’re all so eager to die, I’ll oblige.”
“Trying to scare us? You’re barely standing. Die!”
The elder sneered and hurled his bone lance at Long Chen. But he didn’t follow it up—instead, he retreated, ready to flee at the first sign of danger.
In front of this probing blow, Long Chen didn’t counterattack. He shot back, fleeing into the twisting space at the core of the battlefield.
“He’s exhausted! Kill him together!” shouted that elder.
Seeing this, all the Sovereign Lords charged forward.
They couldn’t afford to hesitate or go in alone—if they didn’t fight as one, they’d be picked off like the others.
But once they entered the distorted space, an ominous feeling crept over them. Their vision and divine sense became warped here. They could barely sense each other, let alone coordinate.
If they were sneak attacked here, it would easily lose their lives.
Just as they hesitated over whether or not they should retreat, someone cried out.
“What is that?!”
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