Ling Tian Sword God

In the moment of crisis, Ling Chen reacted instinctively, but he was a step too late. Longyang's sword had already struck, leaving no room for resistance.

Facing this grave danger, Ling Chen suddenly became much clearer-headed. Out of desperation, he reached out with his left hand to grab the sharp sword edge, but the ferocious sword still pierced into his chest.

Ling Chen's left hand was cut by the sharp Sword Light, blood gushed out, but luckily, with his desperate efforts to stop the blade, it didn't pierce too deeply, only narrowly missing his heart.

"Not dead yet?"

Longyang looked sinister, prepared to strike again, aiming to pierce Ling Chen's heart with his sword.

"Get lost!"

Ling Chen threw away the Heavenly Emperor Heavy Sword and fiercely punched Longyang's chest before he could exert more force.

Not expecting Ling Chen to abandon his sword, Longyang was caught off guard and directly hit by the punch. The force sent him flying backward, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"What, Senior Brother was actually injured!"

Yun Tianhe was hiding behind a nearby stone pillar. Watching Longyang being launched backward and vomiting blood, he was so surprised he couldn't speak.

Who was Longyang? Heavenly Ranking Eighth, a standout among the Divine Intent Sect's True Disciples, a genius hero famous in the Martial World!

The opponent was just a skulking rat. How could he harm Longyang? Who exactly is this masked man?

Why do I get a familiar feeling from this man?

Yun Tianhe scrutinized Ling Chen carefully, feeling as if he'd seen him before, but since he couldn't see the man's face, the recognition eluded him.

Could this kid... be Ling Chen?!

Yun Tianhe's eyes suddenly shone. After watching for so long and racking his brain, he finally recognized the identity of the masked youth before him!

Without a doubt! He hated Ling Chen to the core and had long since clearly memorized Ling Chen's physique, movements, and techniques. Others might be fooled by the mask, but he could still recognize him!

"Senior Brother, I know who this guy is! Nine times out of ten, he's Ling Chen! You must kill him today; otherwise, we will be the ones to die in the future!"

Upon recognizing Ling Chen's true identity, Yun Tianhe immediately rushed out and shouted to Longyang.

"What, Ling Chen?"

Longyang's eyes widened in shock. He examined Ling Chen skeptically, disbelief written all over his face. "Impossible. This man's strength far surpasses that Ling Chen. He can't be Ling Chen."

"Senior Brother, others might misidentify him, but I absolutely won't! Besides, it's better to kill the wrong person than to let him escape! Once you've killed him, just take off his mask, and we'll see the truth!"

Yun Tianhe was confident he wasn't mistaken. His eyes were filled with a dark gloom; he had wanted to kill Ling Chen for a very long time, and he certainly wouldn't misidentify the very person he obsessed about killing.

Could he really be Ling Chen?

Longyang looked at Ling Chen with startled suspicion. If it really was Ling Chen, then the boy's progress was too fast! He had never taken Ling Chen seriously. In Longyang's mind, Ling Chen was an ant he could kill with a flick of his hand.

However, the person in front of him already possessed the ability to injure him.

Since it's that Ling Chen, then he deserves to die even more.

Longyang squinted, killing intent surging wildly in his eyes. If Ling Chen wasn't killed, he would undoubtedly become a grave threat to him!

"If you want my life, then be prepared to pay the price—like one of your arms."

Although Ling Chen was trapped in a major crisis, he remained remarkably calm. The more dangerous the situation, the more his resolve solidified; any wavering would only mean a quicker death.

"Arrogant! You really think you're my match?"

Longyang sneered. Although Ling Chen's punch had caught him off guard, it hadn't caused much damage. Ling Chen, on the other hand, had been critically injured in their battle and his strength was greatly diminished.

Killing Ling Chen now would be a piece of cake.

Swinging the Treasure Sword in his hand, Longyang charged at Ling Chen like a whirlwind. He unleashed four sword images at once, enveloping all of Ling Chen's vital points.

Just then, however, two figures appeared near the ruined square.

Both were women. One was naturally beautiful, holding the Juechen Sword; it was clearly Xiao Muyu. The other was gentle and quiet, but her aura was no less powerful; it was Shangguan Qiushui.

"Over there!"

After arriving at the ruined square, the two women looked around and instantly spotted Ling Chen.

Seeing Ling Chen in grave danger, a look of alarm flashed across Xiao Muyu's pretty face. She grabbed Shangguan Qiushui's arm, anxiously saying, "Sister Shangguan, quickly save Ling Chen!"

Catching sight of Ling Chen, Shangguan Qiushui also took out a short sword from her sleeve, then injected True Qi into her arm and threw the short sword.

The short sword shot out with astonishing speed, arriving in an instant. From a distance, it struck the very sword Longyang was thrusting at Ling Chen, deflecting its trajectory.

Not expecting a rescue at this time, Ling Chen's eyes lit up. In his vision, a slender white figure, like a swift swallow, had flashed before him.

"Sister Shangguan!"

Ling Chen was overjoyed. If no one had come to his rescue, he would likely have died here.

"Ling Chen, I'll handle Longyang. You leave first!" Shangguan Qiushui turned her head slightly and said to Ling Chen in a low voice.

"Okay!"

Ling Chen was not one to dawdle. In his heavily injured state, staying would not only be useless but also a hindrance. With Shangguan Qiushui's strength, even if she wasn't Longyang's match, she wouldn't be too far behind.

Moreover, Longyang had been fighting him for a long time, and his combat power had diminished somewhat. Even if Longyang defeated Shangguan Qiushui, she was the Great Elder's daughter; Longyang wouldn't, and wouldn't dare, do anything to her.

Without hesitation, Ling Chen turned and dashed away. He knew he had to find a place to recover properly from his injuries. Otherwise, any random person he encountered could likely kill him in his current state.

"Think you can escape?"

Seeing Ling Chen fleeing with serious injuries, Yun Tianhe also moved, rushing swiftly in Ling Chen's direction. He had to strike while Ling Chen was vulnerable; in his current state, Yun Tianhe could easily kill him.

However, just as he was about to catch up with Ling Chen, a slender figure suddenly appeared before him, blocking his way. It was Xiao Muyu.

"Those who stand in my way die!" Yun Tianhe's face sank as he shouted in a cold voice.

He then charged forward. Time waited for no one; if he delayed any longer, Ling Chen would escape.

"I'm afraid you don't have the ability," Xiao Muyu said, drawing her Juechen Sword and stepping forward to meet him.

The two engaged in battle.

Ling Chen merely glanced behind him before continuing to dash forward. Given Xiao Muyu's current strength, blocking Yun Tianhe shouldn't be a problem; he didn't need to worry excessively.

With this thought, he suddenly accelerated, pushing his Wind Shadow Step to its limit, and disappeared into the distance of the ruins.