Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 1136 - 1135: Composure

Leaving the Ice Cave, Ling Chen immediately set off to return directly to Cuiyun Residence.The slots for the Secret Treasury trial are limited, and even Lingyue Island might not be able to send many people at once; sending too many would make it difficult to ensure the safety of the disciple participants.

The Secret Treasury is a type of Secret Realm, but it has already been discovered and explored. Only when it is confirmed that a Saint’s Cave Mansion exists within, can it be called a Secret Treasury.

On the Nine Provinces Land, there are numerous Secret Treasuries, but there are levels of differentiation among them. Low-level Secret Treasuries are suitable for core disciples like Ling Chen to enter, while intermediate and high-level Secret Treasuries require the cultivation of a Saint to enter.

Because when venturing into such places, a Saint Body is a necessary element, and the bodies of Top Sky Apex Strong are too fragile, lacking the ability of rebirth from flesh and blood, making survival difficult in such dangerous places of intermediate and high-level Secret Treasuries.

After returning to Cuiyun Residence, Ling Chen noticed several figures at his doorstep; they were Lingyue Island disciples, with the one leading being a cold-faced young man in white, none other than Leng Qianshang.

Upon seeing Leng Qianshang, Ling Chen’s eyes subtly shifted, knowing that there must be a reason for his visit, and it surely wouldn’t be anything good.

"Ling Chen, you finally returned. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time."

Leng Qianshang’s black hair fluttered, his eyes emanating battle intent as if tangible, evidently prepared for a fight, just waiting for Ling Chen to arrive.

"Didn’t we spar some time ago?"

Ling Chen frowned slightly.

"That was a month ago."

Leng Qianshang shook his head, "Part ways for three days, see each other anew; let alone a month. Besides, during the previous sparring session, we didn’t determine a winner. Today is different; we must settle who’s stronger."

"I fear the result won’t be what you want."

Ling Chen shook his head, speaking indifferently.

A month ago, Leng Qianshang couldn’t defeat him. How could he possibly have a chance now?

"Don’t speak too soon."

Leng Qianshang smiled coldly, "If I wasn’t confident in winning, why would I challenge you?"

This time, he dared to challenge Ling Chen so openly because his Demon-Transforming Fist reached the Great Accomplishment Stage ten days ago, significantly boosting its power. With such confidence, he was eager to challenge Ling Chen, to wash away the shame of being repelled by Ling Chen.

Although back then, Leng Qianshang suffered a slight setback, the majority of disciples viewed that fight as evenly matched. But even a tie was extremely humiliating for a Heavenly Pride expert like Leng Qianshang.

"Ling Chen, as the leader of your group, members asking the leader for guidance in martial arts is a normal request, isn’t it?"

"Indeed, what a person Elder Brother Leng is, his experience can’t be compared to yours; Ling Chen, Elder Brother Leng wants to spar with you, that shows he holds you in regard."

"Exactly, if you truly have skills, then spar evenly with Elder Brother Leng again, proving your strength."

Behind Leng Qianshang, several Lingyue Island disciples also spoke sharply.

"My strength doesn’t need to be proven this way, but if you are so insistent, then let’s try it."

Ling Chen took two steps back, speaking softly.

Hearing this, Leng Qianshang grinned slightly, and just as Ling Chen finished speaking, his True Qi suddenly erupted with a "boom." The murderous aura combined with True Qi, condensing into a tall, blood-red Demon Shadow.

The moment the blood-red Demon Shadow successfully condensed, a storm containing murderous aura suddenly swept open. Several nearby Lingyue Island disciples were forced to retreat, as the powerful wind seemed enough to blow Ling Chen away.

Clang!

Before Leng Qianshang could make a move, Ling Chen acted first. His sword, like a Divine Stroke, was also like a floating and unpredictable Fire Python, directly stabbing at the vital point of that blood-red Demon Shadow.

Watching this, Leng Qianshang smiled coldly. Ling Chen’s move was undoubtedly trying to disrupt his technique before he steadied himself, a hopeful thought.

A month ago, indeed, he might have been countered by Ling Chen.

Unfortunately, now, his cultivation technique improved greatly, and the speed of his moves increased substantially, leaving no such openings for Ling Chen.

Boom!

Just as Ling Chen’s Sword Light was about to touch the blood-red Demon Shadow, Leng Qianshang suddenly punched out, accompanied by a loud boom, and the Demon Shadow abruptly detached from Leng Qianshang’s forceful stance, sweeping fiercely towards Ling Chen!

This sudden change caused Ling Chen to slightly concentrate his gaze, yet he wasn’t panic-stricken. Ling Chen just rotated his wrist, the Red Sky Sword shifting from attack to defense, spinning rapidly, drawing a sword web in the front air. With a loud boom, the Demon Shadow slammed heavily onto that sword web.

Zizizi...

Sparks flew as Ling Chen’s body was forcibly shaken back, retreating about forty to fifty meters. Witnessing this scene, Leng Qianshang’s face lit up with a flash of delight; he had no intention of giving Ling Chen a chance to catch his breath, and with lightning speed, he punched out again.

The Fist Strength shot forward like a flaming meteor; the air was forcibly punched out, leaving scorched marks. The terrifying Fist Strength rushed directly towards Ling Chen’s face.

Facing such a situation, Ling Chen’s body suddenly stopped mid-air. The Red Sky Sword sheathed, Thunder Sound Sword unsheathed, both hands gripping the sword, slashing, cutting through the Void with a violent Sword Light, and cleaving that flaming meteor into two!

"What?"

Leng Qianshang’s expression suddenly changed; this punch of his could defeat a Saint of the first realm, yet Ling Chen cleaved it into two with a sword. How could this be?

With a somber gaze, Leng Qianshang lunged out entirely. The ground beneath him cracked wide open, forming cracks, and the aura on his body reached its peak, terrifying True Qi waves converging entirely onto his arms.

"Demon-Transforming Fist, Ten Directions Purgatory!"

With a loud shout, Leng Qianshang fiercely swung his fists; his double fists launched consecutively, Fist Strength descending like falling meteors, resembling a natural disaster, completely enveloping Ling Chen, transforming into a Purgatory.

The Lingyue Island disciples, watching, felt their hearts skip a beat; such a terrifying skill could probably only be executed by one with Leng Qianshang’s strength.

Bang bang bang!

The ground behind Ling Chen was pounded into large holes; were it not for the array formation’s protection, Cuiyun Residence might have been torn down by Leng Qianshang.

With a composed expression, Ling Chen’s eyes remained as still as water; the consecutive meteors quickly flashed within his golden eyes. Suddenly, his eyes brightened, and in the next moment, his body transformed into Sword Light, shooting out violently.

"Break!"

The Thunder Sound Sword moved at twice the speed of sound, passing between the meteors, then, in Leng Qianshang’s shocked gaze, pierced his shoulder at a speed too fast to dodge.

Poof!

Sword Light successively penetrated Leng Qianshang’s Protective True Qi and body, leaving a blood cave on his body, causing him to fly out backward.