Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 1143 - 1142: Ambush

Ling Chen kept his flying height about twenty meters off the ground, merely skimming along close to the surface at a moderate speed. After all, this was an extremely dangerous place, and even Ling Chen didn’t dare to be the least bit careless.However, he had not flown far before his expression suddenly changed, and his body suddenly halted, stopping in mid-air.

Swoosh!

A gust of wind swept through the dense forest below, stirring up a flurry of sand and falling leaves, making the surrounding environment exceptionally silent.

Ling Chen’s gaze fell upon a densely foliated area, and a sharp glint suddenly flashed in his eyes. In the next moment, Ling Chen raised his middle finger, as a streak of dim light quickly gathered at his fingertip, then fiercely shot towards the area in his sights!

Whoosh!

The dim finger energy shot out, slicing through the air, hurtling toward the targeted area and piercing into the dense foliage.

The branches exploded apart as a figure was thrown backward in a rather disheveled manner; it was none other than Leng Qianshang.

Having locked onto Ling Chen’s direction, he quickly rushed ahead of Ling Chen and set up an ambush. He originally thought he concealed himself perfectly, but to his surprise, he was still discovered by Ling Chen.

Moreover, this kid’s finger technique was so uncanny it could lock onto his aura.

He had perfectly dodged the finger light, yet unexpectedly, Ling Chen’s dim finger energy changed direction suddenly like a spirit snake, ultimately hitting him.

"It’s you again, Leng Qianshang. What, you haven’t learned your lesson from last time?"

Upon recognizing Leng Qianshang, Ling Chen’s eyes suddenly turned cold. He had hoped that Leng Qianshang would have learned from his previous defeat, but unexpectedly, this person was still so arrogant and even trying to ambush him here.

"Hmph, don’t think you won last time by real skill."

Leng Qianshang’s face darkened, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.

"I already gave you a chance. Since you don’t appreciate it, this time, I won’t hold back."

Ling Chen’s gaze grew cold. He once thought Leng Qianshang was merely narrow-minded, but he didn’t expect him to be a scoundrel.

Against such a person, there’s no need to hold back at all.

"Hold back? Haha, you’re bold to say that."

Leng Qianshang laughed angrily; Ling Chen’s demeanor was entirely that of a victor looking at a defeated opponent, which made him extremely irritated.

Leng Qianshang was one of the Eighteen Heavenly Talents at the Nine Streams Conference, uniquely talented out of thousands. Who was Ling Chen—just a kid who hadn’t been at Lingyue Island long—daring to look down on him?

"Utterly foolish."

Ling Chen shook his head, and as his voice fell, he stepped out, his footwork leaving a thunderous footprint in mid-air. At the same time, the Thunder Sound Sword in his hand suddenly pierced through the air.

With a flash of sword light, the rumbling sound of thunder suddenly resounded in Leng Qianshang’s ears.

Leng Qianshang’s expression changed once more; he clasped his hands together, concentrating all his True Qi into his arms. Then, a pair of baleful-looking fists met Ling Chen’s sword light.

Boom boom boom boom!

The continuous fist strikes on the Sword Light produced a deafening noise. Although the fists appeared mighty, in reality, all their strength was subtly neutralized by Ling Chen.

After the seventh exchange, Leng Qianshang retreated more than ten steps, his arms numb beyond words. Ling Chen’s Sword Energy had secretly invaded his body during the collision, causing considerable damage.

His eyes flashed slightly, and Leng Qianshang turned to run, fleeing towards the primitive forest below.

How could Ling Chen let him escape so easily? Gripping the Thunder Sound Sword, he chased after him into the chaotic forest.

Swish!

Swish!

The two figures dashed through the forest, kicking up fallen leaves in their wake. Ling Chen released his Sword Intent, slicing through any obstructing vines and shrubs without delay.

Just as Ling Chen was about to overtake Leng Qianshang, a small mound suddenly appeared ahead. As he approached it, Ling Chen’s eyelids twitched, and he activated the Gold Sword Pupil, discovering a hidden figure in the shadows behind the mound.

"Another one hiding?"

Ling Chen was taken aback. No wonder Leng Qianshang fled into the dense woods; he had a comrade hidden here. If Ling Chen hadn’t noticed, he might have suffered a great loss.

Whoosh!

Just as Ling Chen neared the mound, the hidden figure suddenly lunged out, a cold blade aiming directly at the back of Ling Chen’s heart.

Ling Chen, already prepared, pushed off the ground with his foot, his body rising three meters high to evade the sneak attack.

After leaping off the ground and avoiding the Sword Light, Ling Chen twisted in mid-air, slashing the Thunder Sound Sword diagonally from above toward the figure’s throat.

It was only then that Ling Chen clearly saw the figure hiding behind the mound. The individual was clad in white, with a small flower in their hair and face dusted with powder, looking almost like a woman.

The white-clothed youth was none other than Gu Wuqing.

Feeling a chill on his neck, Gu Wuqing’s expression changed. He immediately withdrew his Long Sword, hastily retreating to barely escape Ling Chen’s thrust.

Having dodged that attack, Gu Wuqing was still somewhat unsettled, silently thinking how Ling Chen had known he was hiding behind the mound.

"Two Heavenly Prides teaming up to ambush me—senior brothers, you’re certainly giving me a lot of credit."

Ling Chen landed on a nearby tree, his gaze darkening slightly before it quickly returned to normal, and he spoke calmly.

"I never expected you wouldn’t get caught—we underestimated you indeed."

Gu Wuqing’s expression was somewhat serious as he looked at Ling Chen. The latter had seen through both Leng Qianshang’s and his own concealment and managed to escape unharmed from their ambush, which was simply incredible.

Had it been the Free and Unrestrained Marquis, they could understand, but before them was Ling Chen—a newcomer junior, yet they found it hard to accept.

"Senior brothers, could you tell me what this is about?"

Ling Chen’s demeanor remained calm, but his gaze grew colder. "The sect trial strictly forbids disciples from killing each other. Although you knowingly broke the rules, I can’t understand—how much of a grudge do you hold against me, to craft such an elaborate scheme against me here?"

"We just wanted to teach you a lesson about standing out too much,"

Gu Wuqing laughed coldly, "Junior Brother Ling Chen is young and aggressive, too much arrogance, without knowing how to hold back. We were afraid you’d suffer in the Jianghu in the future, so we couldn’t help but try to teach you a little lesson."