Chaotic Sword God Chapter 971
Chapter 971: Resisting the Protector Clans (One)
Jian Chen snickered at Bi Yifei's attempt to scare him off, "Bi Yifei, even if all ten protector clans gather here today, they won't be able to take my life. Die." Jian Chen sped up toward Bi Yifei, traversing the distance between the two of them in the blink of an eye. The Emperor Armament stabbed toward him like a black bolt of lightning.
Bi Yifei was already heavily injured and could no longer function as well as before. Sensing the force of Jian Chen's strike, his heart immediately sank. However, he could not afford to move his arms slowly. A huge sword immediately appeared in his hand, and he placed it before himself to block the incoming strike.
Jian Chen's weapon directly struck the huge sword before Bi Yifei. With the screeching of metal, the terrifying force knocked Bi Yifei backward once again. He immediately vomited blood a few more times.This time, he became even paler, without a shred of blood left in his face.
Although Bi Yifei was also a Saint King, he was not Jian Chen's opponent with his current strength as Jian Chen could display the power of a Seventh Heavenly Layer Saint King with the Emperor Armament.
"God dammit, how did Jian Chen's strength reach such a terrifying level in such a short amount of time? I don't even have the power to put up a fight." Bi Yifei was astounded inside. His gaze toward Jian Chen was filled with fear.
Jian Chen grasped the Emperor Armament tightly in his right hand as icy killing intent flickered in his eyes. With a slight movement of his body, he turned into a blur as he continued his pursuit of Bi Yifei.
Bi Yifei reacted with a change in expression once again. From the two clashes, Jian Chen's strength already had him terrified, where a thought of utter defeat had sprouted in his mind. He immediately lost all interest in the battle when he saw Jian Chen chase up once again. He was prepared to rip open a Space Gate and leave.
At this very moment, the space several kilometers away began to tremble and a Space Gate quickly formed. Immediately, a tremendous presence surged from within.
With the appearance of the Space Gate, Bi Yifei became delighted. He gave up on his plan to flee and called out, "Ling Yuanzi, Jian Chen has returned and the Winged Tiger God is on his shoulder. If you don't come over immediately, he'll flee."
"The person who should be fleeing would be you, not me. Just a mere Ling Yuanzi is not enough to scare me off," Jian Chen said icily. He paid no attention to the Space Gate as he stared tightly at Bi Yifei. As he approached him, he stabbed out with the Emperor Armament with no hesitation.
Jian Chen's strike seemed to surpass the limitations of time and space, arriving before Bi Yifei in an instant.
Bi Yifei's pupils narrowed to the size of pins. He could clearly see the dark sword expanding rapidly as it made its way toward him, while the shade of death now covered his head like a cloud.
Madness appeared in Bi Yifei's eyes as he poured everything he had into blocking with his Saint Weapon. However, he had been struck by two heavy blows already, so his strength had decreased drastically. When the Saint Weapon was struck by the Emperor Armament, it was knocked away by the powerful force while the Emperor Armament continued onward with no reduction in force. It arrived before Bi Yifei's forehead.
At this very moment, a white-robed, ruddy old man emerged from the Space Gate. He was a great elder of the Yiyuan sect, Ling Yuanzi.
Ling Yuanzi saw that Bi Yifei was in danger as soon as he emerged from the Space Gate. His complexion immediately changed and he cried out, "Stop!"
However, Jian Chen turned a deaf ear to his words. The Emperor Armament stabbed mercilessly into Bi Yifei's forehead.
The Emperor Armament impaled Bi Yifei's head. His soul seemed so weak before the might of the Emperor Armament, unable to even withstand a single blow. His soul was directly wiped out.
Bi Yifei's eyes became dull as life receded from them quickly. He was no longer able to remain in the air, falling down in the same posture he had, standing upright.
"Bi Yifei!" Ling Yuanzi produced a miserable cry. He had become utterly enraged when he saw this, immediately flying toward Bi Yifei's corpse in an attempt to catch it.
A cold light flickered through Jian Chen's eyes. With a jolt, the sword in his hand stabbed toward Ling Yuanzi out of nowhere. This strike was not Jian Chen's full strength, but it contained the might of a Sixth Heavenly Layer Saint King.
Ling Yuanzi bellowed and his Saint Weapon immediately materialized. He too swung out, producing a blade Qi.
Jian Chen's sword Qi collided with the blade Qi and produced a deafening boom. The blade Qi was dispersed immediately, reduced to dense World Force that dissipated into the surroundings while Jian Chen's sword Qi weakened slightly as well. However, it continued toward Ling Yuanzi like a bolt of lightning.
Ling Yuanzi's eyes narrowed and he became quite stern. The curved blade in his hand erupted with light and his arm jolted. It immediately multiplied into two other blades and three blade Qi shot out at the same time. It flew toward the black sword Qi in a triangular fashion.
Boom! Ling Yuanzi's two attacks finally dispersed Jian Chen's sword Qi. Ling Yuanzi no longer paid any attention to Bi Yifei's corpse after being struck with that attack. Instead, he immediately began to glare at Jian Chen in mid-air. He was extremely grim.
"That's an Emperor Armament. Jian Chen, I never thought you'd obtain an Emperor Armament from your trip to the sea realm." Ling Yuanzi recognized that it was an Emperor Armament with a single glance and he immediately revealed an ugly expression.
As a great elder of a protector clan, Ling Yuanzi was knowledgeable. It was not the first time he had seen an Emperor Armament, so he was naturally very familiar with the might of one.
"Ling Yuanzi, when you pursued me all those years ago, I almost died in your hands. I shall be taking revenge for that today and slay you with the Emperor Armament. That will be your outcome," Jian Chen said coldly.
Ling Yuanzi quickly glanced past the white tiger on Jian Chen's shoulder. "Jian Chen, do you really think that you can contend with the protector clans with just an Emperor Armament? You are just too naive. You are indeed stronger than me right now, but not only will you fail to kill me today, you'll have to obediently give my Yiyuan sect the Winged Tiger God," as he said that, a piece of jade had already appeared silently in Ling Yuanzi's hands. He immediately crushed it, notifying the other great elders of the sect.
Jian Chen immediately noticed Ling Yuanzi's minute movement and a sliver of cold light flashed through his eyes. He yelled, "Ling Yuanzi, since you're calling for reinforcements, I'll just kill you before they come!"
Jian Chen charged toward Ling Yuanzi with the Emperor Armament in hand. It shone with a blinding dark light as an aura of destruction filled the surroundings. Tremendous ripples of energy shook the area around them, causing the space to distort into a blurry mess.
This time, Jian Chen struck out as hard as he could. He did not hold back at all, completely displaying his strength equal to a Seventh Heavenly Layer Saint King. He wanted to end the battle quickly; he planned to kill Ling Yuanzi before he could resist.
Ling Yuanzi's expression finally changed when he sensed the might from Jian Chen. Given that he felt pressured from Jian Chen before, he now found Jian Chen to be utterly chilling.
"This is impossible. How can his strength become so terrifying in just a few years? Even with the Emperor Armament, he couldn't have become this powerful. Just how does he cultivate?" Shock overwhelmed Ling Yuanzi as he became rather pale.
Jian Chen's long hair and clothes danced in the wind. Everywhere he passed seemed to become pitch-black because of the Chaotic Force. He used the Illusory Flash, traversing several kilometers in an instant to arrive before Ling Yuanzi. Wielding the sword in one hand, he stabbed toward Ling Yuanzi with a lightning speed.
The strike was ordinary, yet it made Ling Yuanzi feel like he could not avoid it at all. It was like no matter where he dodged, the strike would still arrive and that the only way out was to forcefully break through it.
A gleam of light exploded in Ling Yuanzi's eyes as extremely powerful energy surged out wildly from his body. In that instant, a set of awe-inspiring armor had condensed on his body. At the same time, his curved blade pointed toward the sky. The wind and clouds in the sky immediately began to change and a great pressure descended on the region. It locked tightly onto Jian Chen.
"Blade Formation of the Wind and Clouds!" Ling Yuanzi bellowed. Suddenly, his blade disappeared into the void, as if it had become one with the surroundings.
The wind and clouds in the sky seemed to be driven by some force, beginning to fuse together and condense into curved blades that gathered before Ling Yuanzi. In the blink of an eye, a dense wall of curved blades had gathered before him and every single one was of the same size. It seemed illusionary yet tangible, completely condensed from air and clouds. They all radiated with powerful ripples of energy.
"Go!" Ling Yuanzi extended a finger toward Jian Chen. Immediately, the curved blades shot toward Jian Chen, surrounding and enveloping him as it constantly rotated. It formed something like a grinder as it constantly chopped at Jian Chen.
At the same time, the wind and clouds above Ling Yuanzi churned and an even larger blade was condensed. It was a thousand meters long and several dozen meters wide, extending directly into the sky. It radiated with a powerful force, causing the sky to tremble.
"Jian Chen, prepare to die." Ling Yuanzi's lips curled into a sneer and with a thought, the huge blade above him began to fall as it chopped toward Jian Chen. The space below was shattered with its descent, reduced to a patch of darkness and void.
The huge blade fell extremely fast, arriving above Jian Chen in the blink of an eye. Ling Yuanzi already bore the smile of victory. He seemed to have already seen the moment where Jian Chen passed away.
At this moment, Jian Chen's icy voice rang out, "Ling Yuanzi, the power of your battle skill is impressive, but it's a pity that it's only a pseudo-Saint Tier Battle Skill and is not the real deal." A destructive energy began to radiate from the center of the blades as the voice rang out and a black light flashed. The formation was immediately broken through, reduced to a wild tempest and wisps of water vapor.
Jian Chen emerged unharmed in the air, remaining calm and composed. He stared nonchalantly at the huge blade and pointed his Emperor Armament to the sky. All his power had completely erupted forth as a huge sword Qi shot out from the Emperor Armament. It surged into the air like an enraged dragon.
A deafening sound rang out as the two forces collided. The wild residual energy destroyed the surroundings, causing the space to collapse and mountains to fall. The entire world seemed to quake violently.
The huge blade was broken through and gradually dispersed into the surroundings, while Ling Yuanzi's joyful expression vanished as well. His face was now sunken.