CHAPTER 415: CHAPTER 414 UNEXPECTED COUNTERATTACK_1

With effortless ease!

A glint appeared in Ling Chen’s eyes. The Mountain-splitting Axe’s weight was astonishing, requiring several Great Master Level Powerhouses to lift it collectively. Even with Yan Xiang’s immense strength, he couldn’t possibly swing this giant axe with brute force alone.

Firstly, it would be a waste of energy; secondly, it would impair his agility.

Therefore, warriors who used heavier weapons typically had higher requirements for the Realm of Effortless Ease.

CLANG!

He quickly drew the Thunder Shadow Sword. A spark of electricity flashed through the air before vanishing completely, absorbed into the sword’s body.

This phenomenon was extremely subtle, so most people did not see it clearly.

Elder Beiming and Xia Yunxin also stepped back. Since Ling Chen had made his decision, they could only wait and see.

Xia Yunxin still had confidence in Ling Chen. After all, he wasn’t an ordinary warrior but an unparalleled genius. She had crossed swords with him on the Martial World Convention stage and knew the full extent of his potential.

Perhaps Ling Chen’s current strength wasn’t remarkable, but his potential was astonishing. Even Yan Xiang might not necessarily be able to overwhelm him.

As for Elder Beiming, he also wanted to see if the Saintess’s Son was merely all talk.

Of course, if Yan Xiang defeated Ling Chen in a single move, he would intervene to save him, but his perception of Ling Chen would be re-evaluated.

"Hmph, kid, give it everything you’ve got! Otherwise, if I accidentally kill you, the Saintess won’t let me off," Yan Xiang sneered.

He grinned, and with a chop of his axe, struck the ground before him, carving a massive fissure.

The earth itself seemed to shudder violently.

This single display intimidated many onlookers.

"This is bad, very bad! Looking at this display, I’m afraid Ling Chen will be smashed into pulp by a single strike from Yan Xiang’s axe!" a Saint Witch Religion Disciple exclaimed, his face etched with horror.

"It’s highly probable. Ling Chen is the Son of the Saintess. If Yan Xiang kills him, the morale at the Saintess Hall will undoubtedly plummet."

"Even if he isn’t killed, he’ll likely have to sacrifice an arm and pay a terrible price."

In the square, a group of Demonic Path Disciples discussed animatedly.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ling Chen made the first move, drawing his sword.

What he used was the eleventh technique of the Dragon Seeking Sword Technique.

Dragon Soaring Through the Sky.

His Treasure Sword madly drew energy from the air before he slashed out. The entire Void seemed to be cleaved in two as the sword qi materialized into a long dragon, stretching across the Void, soaring for myriad miles.

What? Yan Xiang’s pupils constricted in an instant. He hadn’t anticipated that Ling Chen, a mere Second Realm Grandmaster, would dare to preemptively strike against him, a Master of the Sixth Realm.

"Impudent!" he roared.

He channeled all his strength into the giant axe in his hands. The intricate patterns on the Great Axe lit up inch by inch, shimmering with a golden radiance. It was as if the roars of mighty Barbarian Bulls manifested from the axe’s brilliant glow.

Universe Splitting Axe!

It aimed directly at the tip of the Thunder Shadow Sword.

A colossal phantom of a Barbarian Bull erupted from Yan Xiang’s giant axe the moment he swung it, galloping forth, trampling the ground as it charged.

Simultaneously, the dragon-shaped sword qi Ling Chen had unleashed also shot out explosively!

CRACKLE!

The entire square trembled!

BANG!

The Thunder Shadow Sword’s Sword Light and the Mountain-splitting Axe collided head-on, without any finesse.

"Break for me!" Yan Xiang roared.

His entire body jolted as he was about to unleash his power for a killing blow. However, at the very instant of contact, a terrifying Dragon’s Majesty stunned him. No matter how his Barbarian Bull charged, it could not break through Ling Chen’s dragon shadow sword qi.

That Dragon’s Majesty firmly suppressed the Barbarian Bull aura emanating from him. The power of this sword qi was simply astounding.

How is this possible? An expression of utter disbelief crossed Yan Xiang’s face. Then, with a furious roar from him, the Barbarian Bull’s axe glint and the dragon-shaped sword shadow began to clash wildly.

SHLICK!

The dragon shadow plowed through the top of the Barbarian Bull phantom’s head, while the Barbarian Bull’s axe glint shot out from beneath the dragon shadow, fiercely charging towards Ling Chen.

Die! A sudden smile touched Yan Xiang’s lips. He was utterly confident in this axe strike of his; Ling Chen’s sword techniques, he believed, could not possibly harm him.

The dragon shadow moved with incredible speed, arriving before Yan Xiang in the blink of an eye.

However, just then, the corner of Ling Chen’s mouth curved into a smirk. The dragon shadow suddenly opened its maw and spat out a beam of white Sword Light from its core.

PFFT!

The white Sword Light struck Yan Xiang’s Protective True Qi barrier and was deflected.

Trifling tricks, and you think you can harm me? Yan Xiang sneered disdainfully. How could such petty ploys possibly pose a threat to me?

"Shatter for me!" Yan Xiang bellowed, a roar like thunder. The True Qi within his body surged forth like a tidal wave, intending to crush the white Sword Light into powder!

CRACK!

A crisp sound suddenly echoed.

However, to Yan Xiang’s utter horror, the crack that appeared was not on the white Sword Light, but on his Protective True Qi barrier!

His Devil Dao True Qi was completely suppressed by Ling Chen’s sword qi. Ling Chen’s sword qi was infused with dual Sword Intents; it was utterly indestructible, capable of vanquishing all malevolence.

SWISH!

The Sword Light pierced through Yan Xiang’s Protective True Qi barrier and ruthlessly struck his body. Yan Xiang was blasted back more than ten meters, his face pale, on the verge of vomiting blood.

CRACK!

The Barbarian Bull’s axe phantom, no longer under Yan Xiang’s control, was sliced in two by Ling Chen’s sword and completely disintegrated.

"Bastard!" Yan Xiang was utterly incandescent with rage. He had initially believed he could crush Ling Chen with a single finger, but not only had he failed, he had been repelled instead.

This was an absolute disgrace! If word of this spread, he would lose all standing within the Saint Witch Religion.

Kill!

His True Qi surged violently. Bolstered by his imposing aura, his frame seemed to swell, and the air in front of him instantly froze solid. The Great Axe, tracing a profound trajectory, chopped down towards Ling Chen.

Just then, a sigh echoed. A single finger pressed down upon the Great Axe; Elder Beiming had intercepted the sharp edge of the weapon.

All fluctuations abruptly ceased, and the air grew still. Yan Xiang’s full power was utterly useless before Elder Beiming; he couldn’t unleash it at all.

"Yan Xiang, you truly are useless," Elder Beiming stated. "You were the one who insisted on sparring with my young master. In the end, not only did you fail to defeat him, but he repelled you, leaving you in disarray."

"You dare obstruct me?" Yan Xiang, seething with rage, slowly descended. His face was flushed crimson as he laughed in extreme anger, "Are you saying you wish to incite a war between the Saintess Hall and Skypiercing Peak?"

"Everyone here today saw what happened with utmost clarity. It was agreed beforehand: whoever lost in the exchange of techniques would not only drop the matter concerning the Earth Demon Sect but also cripple one of their own arms. One exchange has passed, and you have lost. You’ve already lost, yet you still wish to fight? Are you planning to go back on your word?"

Although Elder Beiming’s tone was calm, everyone could discern the unshakeable resolve within it.

As he spoke, he found himself looking at Ling Chen with newfound admiration, feeling utterly shocked internally. He hadn’t expected Ling Chen to be capable of matching Yan Xiang. Simply enduring one move and achieving a draw would have been impressive. Who could have predicted that Ling Chen would actually emerge victorious in their clash of techniques, decisively crushing Yan Xiang’s axe move?