Ling Tian Sword God-Chapter 855 - 853: News of the Witch Fiend Sect

As the body rose to about four or five zhang, the King's Path Sword attack also suddenly arrived, striking the black-robed elder abruptly.

Bam!

With a violent collision echoing through the air, the black-robed elder was blasted away like a shooting star. As he was flung backward, his protective True Qi shattered, and all his clothes turned into dust.

The black-robed elder's right hand tightly grasped the sword qi, preventing it from spreading further. He struggled desperately, using all his strength, and finally shattered the sword qi.

However, just counteracting this attack nearly exhausted all his energy.

After shattering the sword qi, the black-robed elder dared not linger any longer. He immediately unfurled the puppet wings behind him and turned to flee wildly.

"Didn't die?"

The Human Emperor looked in some surprise at the black-robed elder a dozen miles away. By all rights, this sword should have killed the opponent, but he underestimated him.

"What a pity, he escaped."

Ling Chen felt a bit regretful. If they could kill a Saint and plunder their resources, they might gain a great harvest this time.

After all, the lifelong accumulation of a Saint, if it fell into his hands, would greatly enhance his strength.

"If he escaped, let him go. Recovering from such injuries would take at least ten or eight years. With this painful lesson, he probably won't dare to return."

The Human Emperor didn't particularly care.

"Yes. Hopefully, this serves as a warning to the Tang Sect, and they will think twice about sending people again."

Ling Chen felt regret, but the goal of intimidation had been achieved. Whether the black-robed elder lived or died was no longer important.

"This person likely won't return. But after this battle, the power of this will embodiment has been greatly consumed. If another Saint comes to chase you, it won't be so easy next time."

The Human Emperor's will embodiment seemed to have become somewhat transparent. After all, it was condensed from willpower with no other power supplements, so its consumption was finite.

"Then Master should go rest as soon as possible."

The Human Emperor's will embodiment was Ling Chen's greatest trump card, and he didn't want the Human Emperor to have any mishaps. Otherwise, with so many enemies pursuing him, his situation would become increasingly dangerous.

Nodding slightly, the Human Emperor's embodiment turned into a wisp of green smoke and entered Ling Chen's storage ring.

"A Saint is not like common cabbage. The Tang Sect suffered a significant loss this time, so they should have learned a lesson. They likely won't make any moves in the short term. As for the Liu Family, after the last lesson from Cousin Liu Mengru, they probably won't make any moves soon."

Ling Chen showed a slight contemplative look. In the short term, theoretically, there should be no danger.

With this thought, Ling Chen suddenly turned and leaped onto the back of the flying puppet, speeding off toward the distant horizon.

...

At this time, in a cave about a hundred miles away from Ling Chen.

"Damn it! I never thought this brat would have such a powerful will embodiment with him. I miscalculated this time and suffered such a huge loss. The last ten years of painstaking cultivation are all in vain. This serious injury will take at least three years to recover."

A figure, covered in blood, roared in rage inside the cave, none other than the Tang Sect's Third Elder.

He was originally about to advance to the second level of the Saint Path, but a calamity struck unexpectedly. Now, not only is there no hope for breaking through to the second level, but he also suffered such severe injuries, nearly falling back to the Sky Apex Realm.

"Damn brat, I refuse to believe your will embodiment can exist forever. Once I have the chance, I'll tear you limb from limb!"

The Tang Sect's Third Elder's eyes were full of venom, almost shooting out beams of light. In his heart, he called that hatred. He originally thought Ling Chen was just an ant, but unexpectedly, this ant almost took his life.

As a dignified Saint, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

He won't rest until Ling Chen is dead.

This grudge, he must avenge.

Blech!

Just as he was fuelled by anger, suddenly he spat out a mouthful of blood, then quickly swallowed a healing pill, sealing important meridians within his body to start recovering from his injuries.

Three days later.

Ling Chen, riding on the back of the flying puppet, crossed several mountain ranges and arrived at a vast plain.

This place was no longer within Jingzhou territory. As Ling Chen continued northward, this place was now within Xuzhou, one of the Nine Provinces.

Xuzhou borders the sea to the east, Yanzhou to the west, and Ji Province to the north, serving as a critical junction of the Nine Provinces.

The flying puppet passed through the clouds, and Ling Chen looked down from the sky. Below, a grand city appeared in view.

"I remember, the family that governs Xuzhou is one of the Nine Great Families, the Sword Saint Family's Ling Family."

Arriving at this place, Ling Chen's heart stirred slightly. He felt a special connection to the Ling Family, likely because of their shared surname. Though the Ling Family might have no direct connection to him, it was still where his bloodline originated.

His father, Ling Tianyu, hailed from this family.

But according to the Royal Elder, Ling Chen knew that the current Ling Family had nothing to do with him anymore, as they had expelled Ling Tianyu from the family and severed ties.

Naturally, he also had nothing further to do with the Ling Family.

Landing in front of the city's gate below, Ling Chen learned from the map that this city was named "Dongcang City." It wasn't large and was considered a medium-sized city within Xuzhou.

Dongcang City had eight gates, and entry or exit in any other place was prohibited.

Upon reaching the west gate, Ling Chen was allowed entry without much scrutiny.

Inside Dongcang City, the most bustling place was a brothel called "Purple Smoke Building." It was frequented by many travelers and was a hub for martial artists from the Jianghu, making it an excellent place for gathering information.

"Oh, this young master is a new face. What kind of girl do you want? Just let us know."

As soon as Ling Chen stepped inside, he caught the attention of the old procuress. Swaying her snake-like waist, she smiled and approached Ling Chen.

"No need for girls, just bring me the best wine you have here."

Ling Chen waved his hand, casually tossing a gold ingot before heading further into the building.

"Very well."

The old procuress's eyes lit up as she caught the gold ingot. She had seen many martial arts knights like Ling Chen who treated money as dirt and had no interest in women. It was clear he had come to the Purple Smoke Building for different reasons than most.

Sitting by the window on the second floor, Ling Chen ordered a few dishes and began to drink leisurely.

"Have you heard? Another caravan was wiped out by the Blood Wolf Pirate Group, and all its properties were looted. The men were killed, while the women were abducted."

"That's no news; it was all over the place a few days ago. It's gotten to the point where none of the caravans in town dare leave. They're hiring troops and gathering strength before daring to venture out. The Blood Wolf Pirate Group is terrifying."

"The Blood Wolf Pirate Group isn't an ordinary pirate force. I've heard they are backed by the Desolate Island Barbarians and connected to a mysterious cult called the Witch Fiend Sect."

"It's none of our business. As long as we don't go out to sea, we'll be fine. Xuzhou is protected by the Sword Saint Family, and the Blood Wolf Pirate Group won't dare to invade. They only cause trouble at sea."

As Ling Chen sat down, he overheard the surrounding discussions, which all revolved around the Blood Wolf Pirate Group. However, the mention of the "Witch Fiend Sect" immediately piqued Ling Chen's interest.