Chaotic Sword God Chapter 972
Chapter 972: Resisting the Protector Clans (Two)
"Jian Chen, I never thought you would become so powerful after just a few short years," growled Ling Yuanzi as he panicked inside. He looked forward to when the people from his sect would arrive.
Jian Chen said nothing and continued his threatening charged toward Ling Yuanzi with the Emperor Armament in hand. His glare was filled with dense killing intent.
Ling Yuanzi became extremely grim as he watched Jian Chen charge toward him. The current Jian Chen was definitely enough to threaten his life. If the people from the Yiyuan sect still failed to arrive, it would be almost certain death if he continued his one-on-one fight with Jian Chen.
Ling Yuanzi gritted his teeth as if he had finally made up his mind to do something. He said hoarsely, "Jian Chen, I'll spare you for today. When we meet next time, you will be begging for mercy." With that, he swung his hand and directly cut open a region of space. He formed a Space Gate with his powers as a Saint King, planning to flee.
"Don't you dare run, Ling Yuanzi!" Jian Chen bellowed. With a swing of his Emperor Armament, a great sword Qi shot toward the Space Gate.
The black sword Qi split the air. Wherever it passed by, a pitch-black crack in space would appear as well as. The sword Qi quickly flew toward Ling Yuanzi's Space Gate.
Boom! The sword Qi struck the Space Gate and violent residual energy shook up the surroundings. The space in a radius of five meters had completely collapsed, turning into a pitch-black region. The Space Gate was also greatly affected by the shaken space, directly collapsing and chopping off Ling Yuanzi's path of escape.
Ling Yuanzi was pale-white. He was a great elder of a grand protector clan, yet he had to flee before a member of the younger generation. That was humiliating enough, and now his Space Gate had even been destroyed by the opponent, severing any chances for him to escape. His face currently burned with humiliation.
Not only was he forced to flee by a younger person, he had even lost his ability to run before them. He found this to be utterly terrifying.
Killing intent burned within Ling Yuanzi as he stared coldly at Jian Chen. Determination flashed through his eyes and he bellowed, "Jian Chen, if my pseudo-Saint Tier Battle Skill can't kill you, then taste my real battle skill!" He was left without any choice. All he could do was go in for a deathmatch now.
He had been completely frightened by Jian Chen's strength. His understanding of Jian Chen was extremely limited and he had no idea that Jian Chen's comprehension of the mysteries of the world remained at the Seventh Heavenly Layer of Saint Ruler. If he had chosen to run using speed, Jian Chen would not have been able to catch up at all.
An extremely great energy emerged from Ling Yuanzi, causing his clothes and hair to flutter despite the absence of wind. Suddenly, a tremendous pressure descended grandly onto the surroundings, turning the region in a radius of several dozen kilometers into a blur. The pressure seemed to have frozen the area.
The pressure descended layer by layer from the sky, wrapping around Jian Chen like chains. It seemed to want to immobilize him.
Jian Chen bellowed and the chaotic neidan in his dantian began to produce strands of Chaotic Force that filled every corner of his body. He pushed the Chaotic Body to its utmost limits, before suddenly jolting. He broke through the pressure's immobilization, causing the space around him to tremble violently.
As soon as he broke free, a tremendous ripple of energy appeared before him. A huge finger had appeared out of nowhere in front of Ling Yuanzi.
The finger was completely condensed out of energy. It was five meters long and half a meter thick. It radiated with a terrifying pressure, shaking up the surrounding space to the point that it distorted and became blurry.
Jian Chen finally became rather stern. Ling Yuanzi had completely charged up his Saint Tier Battle Skill. With his strength as a Fifth Heavenly Layer Saint King, it possessed the might of a Seventh Heavenly Layer Saint King. This was enough to threaten Jian Chen.
"Jian Chen, I refuse to believe that you can take my battle skill head on and come out unharmed. Die!" Ling Yuanzi called out before suddenly pointing at Jian Chen.
Immediately, the huge finger ripped a hole in space and shot toward Jian Chen with a devastating pressure.
Jian Chen sucked in a deep breath and charged forward instead of retreating. He fearlessly charged up to the giant finger on his own initiative and his Emperor Armament began to expand. In the blink of an eye, it became ten meters long and he stabbed out toward the giant finger.
The Emperor Armament collided with the giant finger with a violent boom. The terrifyingly powerful ripples of energy directly ripped through space, reducing the region into darkness. Even the sun in the sky dulled.
Jian Chen began to retreat rapidly under the violent energy, shooting backward uncontrollably. However, the giant finger had yet to dissipate before him, continuing toward Jian Chen with no reduction in speed. However, it had already shrunk by a tenth.
Jian Chen bellowed out once again and the giant Emperor Armament in his hand swept through the sky as a beautiful dark streak, striking the giant finger heavily once again.
With another boom, the giant finger shrunk by another tenth from Jian Chen's attack. The violent energy knocked back Jian Chen again, causing him to speed up as he flew backward. His clothes were reduced to shreds, revealing the golden silkmail underneath.
The giant finger possessed the power of a Seventh Heavenly Layer Saint King. It was equal to Jian Chen's strength, or maybe even weaker a little. Despite this, it was still a Saint Tier Battle Skill in the end. It was no ordinary attack, so unless the disparity between the two was drastic, it could not be nullified so easily.
Jian Chen bellowed out several times, striking out ten more times with all his force before finally dissipating the Saint Tier Battle Skill into energy that surged in the surroundings. He remained uninjured as he had the Chaotic Body, but he was in a messy shape.
"Y- y- you actually blocked by Saint Tier Battle Skill perfectly. H- h- how is that possible?" Ling Yuanzi was stunned as he stared at Jian Chen from afar. He was dumbstruck, while the shock he experienced had already reached its utmost limits.
He knew exactly how powerful his Saint Tier Battle Skill was. Even when a Seventh Heavenly Layer Saint King faced up against it, they would receive some wounds, or even be heavily injured. Meanwhile, Jian Chen's personal strength was nowhere near the Seventh Heavenly Layer. However, Jian Chen was still able to nullify his attack easily just through the use of the Emperor Armament and sustained no injuries. This was unbelievable.
"Ling Yuanzi, even your Saint Tier Battle Skill cannot injure me. I'd like to see what else you have up your sleeve now," Jian Chen laughed wildly. Using the Illusory Flash, he charged toward Ling Yuanzi as a blur and began fighting him up close.
Ling Yuanzi gritted his teeth as he endured, hoping that he could last just a little longer until the reinforcements arrived. However, the difference in their strength was just too great, so he was injured after just a few bouts. His ribs were crushed by a kick from Jian Chen, while his entire chest caved in. His organs had all ruptured, and the wound on his neck was even worse. Half his neck was severed; if he did not dodge in time, he would have probably been decapitated.
A Space Gate suddenly appeared high up in the sky as Ling Yuanzi was in the middle of danger. Immediately, several tremendous presences emerged. The reinforcements from the Yiyuan sect had arrived.
Ling Yuanzi became delighted. He no longer paid attention to any dignity he should have been preserving and cried out for help, "Yi Yangzi, save me!" Ling Yuanzi's miserable voice passed through the Space Gate clearly, causing it to condense even faster.
Jian Chen's heart sank slightly. He knew that he did not have much time left to kill Ling Yuanzi, so he immediately struck out as fast as he could. The sword cut through the air, targeting the center of Ling Yuanzi's eyebrows.
Ling Yuanzi immediately used his curved blade to block. Although he managed to repel Jian Chen's life-threatening blow, it worsened his injuries, causing him to constantly vomit blood.
Jian Chen's gaze became icy-cold. Without any hesitation, a second strike followed. The attack broke through the limitations of space and stabbed toward the center of Ling Yuanzi's eyebrows once again.
Ling Yuanzi's pupils narrowed to the size of needles. Unwillingness to give in flickered through his eyes. He was unable to block this lightning-speed strike.
At this moment, the Space Gate stabilized. A white-robed, ruddy old man stepped out in front. His expression changed immediately as soon as he stepped out as he saw Ling Yuanzi in the middle of danger. He called out, "Stop!" He extended a finger and a force tore through the air. It broke through the limitations of space and descended upon Jian Chen in an instant, viciously knocking away the Emperor Armament that stabbed toward Ling Yuanzi.
The Emperor Armament was knocked away as soon as it came into contact with Ling Yuanzi's skin. The force from the tiny movement contained unbelievable power, jolting Jian Chen's arm to the point that it became numb.
Jian Chen was shocked. He knew the person that had just come possessed strength he could not contend against, but he felt no fear. He stabbed out once again with the Emperor Armament in an attempt to kill off Ling Yuanzi.
"How dare you!" Yi Yangzi became furious. He swung his sleeves and the wind began to blow violently. A whirlwind that connected the sky and the ground suddenly formed, whistling toward Jian Chen with an earth-piercing sound.
Jian Chen's Emperor Armament had already stabbed through Ling Yuanzi's forehead. The whirlwind arrived just as part of the sword had entered. The high-speed wind was like sharp blades, constantly chopping at Jian Chen's body. It caused Jian Chen to feel pain all over and white marks appeared all over him.
The violent wind had also pulled his body backward, preventing the Emperor Armament from stabbing any further into Ling Yuanzi's head. Instead, it was slowly drawn out, failing to impale Ling Yuanzi's soul. Jian Chen was unable to kill him off completely.
However, Ling Yuanzi had still suffered unimaginable injuries. He shrieked out uncontrollably and the top of his head suddenly exploded. A dull soul flew out from within, quickly streaking toward the furious Yi Yangzi.
Ling Yuanzi had actually abandoned his body and fled in soul form.
As soon as he fled his body, his head exploded loudly. Slivers of black energy that radiated with a destructive aura leaked out from his head, reducing it to pieces.
Jian Chen found it harder and harder to regain his stability under the wild whirlwind. When he saw Ling Yuanzi's soul flee, he immediately panicked and swung his sword. He produced a powerful sword Qi that ripped through the air, shooting toward Ling Yuanzi's soul.
Blood drained from Yi Yangzi's face as killing intent flickered in his eyes. He grabbed at the empty space with his left hand, containing the region of space and grasping Ling Yuanzi's soul. At the same time, he formed a palm with his right hand and struck toward Jian Chen.