CHAPTER 438: CHAPTER 437: MAJOR KILL SPECIAL STRIKE_1

THUD!

Yan Xiang’s decapitated body fell heavily, lifeless. Only the young Experts from the Green-faced Demon Sect, Bull Demon Sect, and Leopard Demon Sect remained. They were all profoundly stunned, glancing at each other, unsure even of their own thoughts, utterly dazed.

"All of you want my life too?" Ling Chen asked, dragging his Thunder Shadow Sword as he walked towards the crowd. The killing intent radiating from him seemed to have solidified. "Then you all shall stay."

Mo Liqing was the first to come to his senses and shouted, "Quick, escape! Retreat quickly and inform Xie Zhiqiu. Only Xie Zhiqiu can hold him back!"

While speaking, he leaped into the air, fleeing in a hurry.

Various Demon Way young Experts and geniuses all scattered.

However, Mo Liqing had just fled to mid-air when his entire body was sliced in two. Appearing by his side, Ling Chen swung his sword—just a single strike—tearing Mo Liqing’s body apart.

He was the genius of the Green-faced Demon Sect, a Master of the Sixth Realm. But now, he had fallen just like that, killed as easily as slicing a watermelon.

WHOOSH!

Ling Chen took to the sky again. Each time he disappeared and reappeared, a young Expert fell. The air was filled with the strong scent of blood and horrific screams. No one could escape death. It was as if Ling Chen was the God of Death, the Sword God of Slaughter, reaping lives and mastering death.

As the Demon Way young Experts were slain one by one, Ling Chen’s points skyrocketed, leaving those in second and third place far behind.

Outside the Sky Demon Tower, a great commotion erupted once more. Countless Experts and Demonic Cult Leaders witnessed the scenes unfolding on the Devil Scroll: young Expert after young Expert fell, their names dimming into obscurity.

"They... they’re all dead! Falling so quickly, one after another! Yan Xiang’s name has faded—he’s dead. Mo Liqing is also finished; they’re all done for. The elite talents of the Green-faced Demon Sect, Bull Demon Sect, and Leopard Demon Sect—all dead."

"It’s Ling Chen. Just a moment ago, Ling Chen’s score jumped again. It was Ling Chen who killed them all, and with such shocking speed! Murdering these Geniuses of the Demonic Way as if he were slaughtering chickens."

Near the Sky Demon Tower, there was truly an uproar. Initially, the complete annihilation of the Tiger Demon Sect was considered insignificant. But now, Yan Xiang, Mo Liqing, and several other talented Experts had fallen in an instant, disappearing like harvested wheat. This was tantamount to stirring up a hornet’s nest, leaving everyone in a state of frenzy.

Especially the Green-faced Demon Sect, Bull Demon Sect, Leopard Demon Sect... These Ninth Layer Great Master dignitaries were like bereaved mourners, shouting and screaming, unable to control their emotions, howling wildly, consumed by the desire to kill.

"Oh heavens, Mo Liqing, my son, your death was so tragic!" The leader of the Green-faced Demon Sect wailed continuously, his cries filled with sorrow, his anger reaching the heavens. He wished he could slaughter Elder Beiming, the Black Swordsman, and everyone else, just to vent the hatred in his heart.

Unfortunately, he dared not. He was no match for either Elder Beiming or the Black Swordsman; they were invincible figures of the Sky Apex Realm. He was merely a Ninth Layer Great Master, utterly outclassed.

For now, all he could do was endure, wait for Ling Chen to emerge, and then make his plans.

"Sect Leader! Yan Xiang is dead, killed by that Ling Chen! Many of our talented disciples perished along with him. Our losses are severe!" On Sky Demon Peak, Xuanjizi, Ghost God Honorific, and the others reported with grave expressions.

Sikong Yi’s body trembled slightly, his eyes seeming to pierce through everything, into the very depths of the Sky Demon Tower. At this moment, he wished more than anything to immediately capture Ling Chen and execute him publicly. However, as the Sect Leader, he could not allow his anger to show on his face.

"This matter will not end so easily."

A murderous glint surfaced in Sikong Yi’s eyes. It was a killing intent directed at Ling Chen, and at the Saintess. Yan Xiang was his direct disciple, painstakingly cultivated. For him to die just like that was like losing an arm; it was akin to the death of his own son.

Training a young Seventh Realm Grand Master requires immense effort, resources, and innate talent. With a slight advancement, he could have stood alone, becoming a Demonic Cult Leader. Sikong Yi had many disciples, but only five were accepted as his direct disciples. Besides the most powerful Xie Zhiqiu, exceptional talents like Yan Xiang were as rare as a phoenix feather.

"Xie Zhiqiu will avenge Yan Xiang," Sikong Yi said. "Also Gu Qingcang and Ao Tian. They will know everything in an instant and will definitely rush over to slay Ling Chen."

"I hope they can find Ling Chen as soon as possible. Otherwise, this boy is growing too fast. His strength increases daily, growing stronger with each passing moment—it’s terrifying. If they don’t act quickly, it will be uncertain who will be killing whom."

"Right now, we can only rely on Xie Zhiqiu to turn the tide. After all, he is the Sect Leader’s proudest disciple and has reached the peak of the Great Grandmaster Eighth Layer. If he could break through to the Nine Heavy Realm, then no matter how strong Ling Chen becomes, he will not be Xie Zhiqiu’s match," a member of the Tiger Demon Sect stated viciously.

"Rest assured, there must be a limit to how heaven-defying he can be. He definitely cannot be a match for Xie Zhiqiu."

Sikong Yi slowly closed his eyes. "Let’s observe the changes. Allow that Ling Chen whelp to have his final blaze of glory before death. Like a night-blooming cereus, however brilliant, it lasts but an instant."

"The Sect Leader is right. Let’s see how Xie Zhiqiu, Gu Qingcang, Ao Tian, and those many Geniuses of the Demonic Way deal with him next."

In another location, the Heartbroken Elder was also slowly observing the leaderboard. Looking at its depths, he said faintly, "The Holy Church has produced another prodigy. The Saintess is indeed the Saintess, to have birthed such a son. He has risen meteorically, completely unafraid of the assassination attempts from Skypiercing Peak, and has instead repeatedly slain their young geniuses."

The Heartbroken Elder had witnessed Ling Chen’s monstrous abilities during the Martial World’s convention. But at that time, Ling Chen was aided by the power of the Dragon Vein. Now, Ling Chen relied on his own power, radiating an extraordinary brilliance.

"Wu Jiu, Xinyin," the Heartbroken Elder sighed deeply. "I hope you understand the stakes. Don’t get involved in these troubled waters. Do not provoke Ling Chen; otherwise, the consequences will be dire."

At this moment, within the Sky Demon Tower, Ling Chen had almost slain all the young talents accompanying Yan Xiang and Mo Liqing, along with their subordinates. Only a few, like Chu Tiange, were still desperately clinging to life.

"Ling Chen, spare my life!"

Seeing Ling Chen approach, Chu Tiange screamed, his face ashen, begging for mercy.

But he felt an incomparable humiliation in his heart, still thinking about making a comeback and reporting what happened here to Xie Zhiqiu.

But Ling Chen didn’t give him the chance.

Lifting the Thunder Shadow Sword, Ling Chen slapped its hilt. The Treasure Sword shot out, aiming straight for Chu Tiange’s glabella.

WHOOSH!

Just as Chu Tiange was about to be killed, a massive green Iron Stick suddenly thundered down. The stick’s shadow, fully one hundred feet long, slammed onto the Thunder Shadow Sword, forcibly knocking the Treasure Sword away.