Ling Tian Sword God

"Junior Martial Sister!"

Feng Piaoliu and other disciples of the Sky Void Palace quickly rushed to Xu Ruoyan's side, their faces etched with anxiety.

"She's just a bit drained. She'll be fine once she gets some healing."

Ling Chen handed Xu Ruoyan to the people from Sky Void Palace, who took her away for treatment.

ROAR!

Having devoured the Dragon Vein Qi from Xu Ruoyan, the Dragon Shadow around Young Master Ye also grew to eight zhang, writhing violently above his head.

With this, the Martial World Assembly was drawing to a close.

Ultimately, only one confrontation between young titans remained: Ling Chen versus Young Master Ye.

The match would begin in half an hour.

In the audience stands, an intense discussion had already erupted.

"Finally, it's time for the final battle! Who do you think will win and take first place in this Martial World Assembly?"

"Of course, it's Young Master Ye. He's mysteriously powerful. Even now, he hasn't revealed his full strength, while Ling Chen already showed most of his hand when fighting Xue Wu Ya. The difference in their levels is obvious."

"How do you know Young Master Ye hasn't gone all out, and Ling Chen has exhausted his tricks? I think the outcome is hard to predict. Ling Chen might not lose."

The crowd debated heatedly, no one willing to concede.

「Half an hour later, the referee announced the start of the final match.」

"Now we have a great show to watch."

Xue Wu Ya and the others focused their attention. Undoubtedly, this would be an epic duel.

Ling Chen, the biggest dark horse of this Martial World Assembly, had advanced by defeating every opponent. He had yet to lose a single match, maintaining a perfect record. Most intriguingly, his strength seemed to grow with that of his opponents, his true capabilities deeply concealed. In the previous round, he had caused a major upset by defeating Xue Wu Ya, the "Northern Snow Divine Sword."

Young Master Ye was the champion of the previous Martial World Assembly, the King among the younger generation of the Five Kingdoms. Even someone as strong as Xu Ruoyan couldn't force him to use his full strength. Many suspected Young Master Ye's true power far exceeded what he had shown. What his real trump card was, no one knew.

ROAR!

ROAR!

From above the heads of Ling Chen and Young Master Ye, a dragon shadow emerged from each. They writhed fiercely in mid-air, unleashing deafening roars.

Countless gazes were fixed on the two, everyone holding their breath.

SWOOSH!

Ling Chen was the first to step onto the stage, his Long Sword sheathed at his waist.

Young Master Ye smirked coldly and took a step. In a flash of overlapping phantoms, he appeared opposite Ling Chen. His incredible Light Skill drew gasps of amazement from the crowd.

"I didn't expect that the one standing here in the end would be you, kid," Young Master Ye said, touching his chin as he looked at Ling Chen with a smile.

"There are many things you didn't expect, such as being defeated by me," Ling Chen said lightly.

"Haha, you can't do it. No one in the younger generation can," a radiant smile appeared on Young Master Ye's face. Then, a terrifying, world-dominating aura spread from him, emanating from the stage.

"Such a strong aura! Is Young Master Ye finally going to use his real strength?" the crowd murmured in astonishment.

Under the impact of this aura, Ling Chen's blue robe fluttered and his long black hair billowed. His dark, star-like eyes remained as tranquil as water. He was neither arrogant nor restless, completely natural—like a peerless swordsman standing on a cliff, unmoved by joy or sorrow.

Ling Chen said lightly, "Until the last moment, no one can determine the true outcome."

"Do you still think so now?" Young Master Ye didn't argue. He pulled his hands out from behind his back. With a tremor of his body, a horrifying True Qi surged skyward, blanketing all directions. It suppressed everyone within a kilometer radius.

A dark True Qi surged around him. As it swept out, a fissure suddenly appeared beneath his feet. His seemingly light body now felt as if it weighed a thousand catties, emanating an extremely violent pressure.

Before this aura, young masters like Xue Wu Ya and Fu Tian Jue all paled in comparison.

"His Cultivation… it must be at least at the Grandmaster Fourth Realm, right?" a young prodigy said, his expression shocked.

After Young Master Ye released his aura, no one believed Ling Chen still had a chance to win. Both Tian Sha and the Blood-Pupil Girl wore smiles, especially Tian Sha, whose face twisted into a schadenfreude grin. Ling Chen's victories had already made him extremely furious. If Ling Chen were to take first place, it would be intolerable! Fortunately, Young Master Ye was there. Ling Chen's hope of taking first place was nothing but a daydream; there wasn't the slightest chance.

"Do you still think you can defeat me now?" With his True Qi surging powerfully, Young Master Ye's aura climbed relentlessly, seemingly without end, crashing against Ling Chen in fierce, unceasing waves.

Ling Chen lifted his eyelids, an astonishing sharpness glinting in his pupils. He stated, word by word, "As I said, until the last moment, no one can determine the true outcome."

As his last word fell, the air around Ling Chen hummed and vibrated, pierced as if an unparalleled Divine Weapon was about to be unsheathed to slaughter everything in its path. The next moment, an incredibly terrifying Sword Intent erupted from his body, piercing through the Void itself.

His Perfection Sword Intent had reached its peak, completely fused with his Sword Momentum, and unleashed an incomparably terrifying sharpness.

At this moment, Ling Chen's Cultivation also temporarily broke through to the Grand Master level.

"What powerful Sword Intent!"

The complexions of many young prodigies changed. If they had felt uncomfortable being suppressed by Young Master Ye's aura moments ago, they now felt suffocated by Ling Chen's Sword Intent, struggling to breathe.

"His Sword Intent… it has improved since he fought me!" Xue Wu Ya squinted. He had the most profound understanding of Ling Chen's Sword Intent and knew its level best. Yet, the Sword Intent Ling Chen now unleashed was clearly far stronger.

Ling Chen's Sword Intent, like his own, had been at the Early Stage of Great Accomplishment. But now, he sensed Ling Chen's Sword Intent had surpassed his own, reaching the peak of the early stage.

The pure, terrifying Sword Intent filled the Void, piercing the air. As Young Master Ye's storm-like aura approached, Ling Chen's Sword Intent sliced it in half. The divided aura streamed past Ling Chen on either side, unable to affect him.

PUFF! PUFF! PUFF! PUFF!

Young Master Ye could faintly hear the sound of his aura being pierced. His slightly raised eyelids finally lowered, his eyes meeting Ling Chen's. A slight curve touched the corners of his lips. "Alright. I truly didn't expect you already possessed the strength to barely contend with me. In that case, I'll get a little more serious. I will use my full strength to defeat you and make you concede."

His aura no longer spread outward; Young Master Ye reined it in. At this moment, his presence felt like a mountain—an insurmountable peak.

Under the influence of the Sword Intent, the Cloud-hidden Sword trembled slightly, as if eager to leap from its sheath and cut down everything before it. Ling Chen, his expression impassive, said, "Further words are pointless. Let's fight!"

The instant his words fell, Ling Chen was already moving. With a CLANG, the Treasure Sword at his waist seemed to unsheathe itself, flying into his hand. He immediately slashed out with it.