Ling Tian Sword God-Chapter 859 - 857: Taking Action

Ling Chen saw the situation and couldn't help but shake his head. Relying on just Lan Xingling to deal with two Nine-fold Strong in the Sky Apex Realm was indeed too much of a strain. Moreover, these two were not ordinary, how could it be easy to fight one against two?

Even so, Ling Chen had no intention to volunteer and step forward. His purpose for coming here was not to exterminate the Blood Wolf Pirate Group, but to scout for news of the Witch Fiend Sect.

With a calamity approaching and everyone flying their own way, he needed to find a suitable opportunity to slip away.

Just as Ling Chen was contemplating escape, Lan Xingling suddenly looked his way and shouted, "Dustless! Stop hiding your strength. Apart from you, no one can resist that gray-clad man!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Experts at Bright Moon Tower focused their gaze on Ling Chen, filled with suspicion. Could this boy really withstand that gray-clad man of the Nine-fold Heaven Realm, how is that possible?

But in such a critical situation, why did Lan Xingling not name others but specifically point at this boy? Could it be that this boy really has extraordinary skills and is pretending to be weak?

"Miss Lan is joking, with my limited skill, how could I be a match for that gray-clad man? Probably would be killed in less than one round."

Ling Chen quickly waved his hand, what a joke, this gray-clad man looked even stronger than Lu Yuanzhi, clearly a tough opponent.

"Brother Dustless, if you really have this ability, please lend a hand. Bright Moon Tower would be immensely grateful."

The caravan leader stepped forward, even though he did not believe Ling Chen had extraordinary skills, the situation was dire, and even a thread of hope must be grasped.

Seeing Ling Chen unmoved, the caravan leader gritted his teeth and held up two fingers, "If young brother Dustless can repel the enemy, your reward will be doubled! I will pay you 2000 Spirit Nurturing Pills afterwards!"

Ling Chen still shook his head, "Sorry, it's not that I don't want to help, but I truly am powerless..."

"3000!" The caravan leader gritted his teeth harder, seeing Lu Yuanzhi and the gray-robed man crossing the water, the situation was urgent, and the few Sky Apex Strong from Bright Moon Tower who went up to meet them were beaten back with a single round, vomiting blood.

With Lan Xingling's lone strength, she was utterly outmatched.

"Snake-shaped Sky-killing Halberd!"

Lu Yuanzhi thrust a halberd from mid-air towards Lan Xingling, the halberd light turning into a massive sea serpent shape, swallowing the sky and earth, overwhelmingly stronger in the sea environment, creating towering waves.

"Water Dragon Technique!"

Lan Xingling formed seals with her jade-like hands, the sea waves wildly surge in front and behind her, with a "boom," a Water Dragon broke through and fiercely collided with the sea serpent!

Lu Yuanzhi alone was enough to contend with Lan Xingling, as for the gray-clad man, no one could stop him, not to mention the Blood Wolf Pirate Group's dozen Sky Apex experts, completely one-sided.

"This really isn't about money..."

Ling Chen still shook his head, unmoved.

"5000!"

The caravan leader's face had already become somewhat grim.

"Deal!"

Ling Chen slapped his thigh, his aura changed completely, the whole person moved fleetingly, the Thunder Shadow Sword in his hand transformed into a rainbow light, shooting skywards.

Although this matter was troublesome, those 5000 Cultivation Pills stood as a gigantic wealth for Ling Chen. No one is at odds with money; even if Ling Chen isn't greedy, the more Cultivation Pills the better, as they greatly aid cultivation enhancement.

If it weren't for the situation being urgent and this batch of goods being of high value, crucial for Bright Moon Tower, the caravan leader wouldn't have offered such a high reward.

Seeing Ling Chen dart out, the caravan leader also let out a deep breath. He didn't feel much heartache; as long as Ling Chen could repel the enemy, those Cultivation Pills were a trivial matter. Should Ling Chen fail and be killed, he wouldn't have to pay up, though in that event, Bright Moon Tower's loss would be significant, with the whole caravan likely being looted.

"Humph, a kid like you wants to stop me?"

Old Ming sneered as Ling Chen dashed towards him, his lips curling in disdain; he suddenly struck a palm, mysterious True Qi converging into a gigantic ghost face, spewing black mist-like aura, pouncing towards Ling Chen.

The ghost face wailed mournfully in mid-air, stirring terrifying dark winds.

Such sinister martial arts trembled the strong at Bright Moon Tower.

"Thunder Cut!"

Ling Chen abruptly halted about ten meters in front of the ghost face, then swung his sword horizontally, the Thunder Sword Aura sliced out, directly cleaving that ghost face into two.

Chchch!

The Thunder Sword qi spread out, completely annihilating the crumbling ghost face.

"This kid broke the gray-clad man's move!"

An astonished cry rang out, with the caravan leader and the experts of Bright Moon Tower shaken, perhaps this kid did possess skill, hidden power?

At this moment, however, Ling Chen's heart was crystal clear, highly perceptive. Thunder Cut was originally a powerful sword technique, coupled with lightning's force of pure yang, naturally countering such sinister martial arts, allowing for its single-strike break.

"Hmm? Besides that Lan family's girl, I didn't expect this caravan to have a young genius like you – excellent, genius blood is incredibly precious and can greatly enhance my cultivation."

After the surprise passed, Old Ming's smile grew more sinister; his cultivation technique allowed him to enhance his power by absorbing talented blood, and Ling Chen's blood was an extraordinary boon for him.

"I'm afraid you're overestimating, just the right time to use your head as a grindstone for my sword." Ling Chen looked fixedly at Old Ming, his expression indifferent.

"Hehe, such arrogant words, you're just a youngster. Watch how I deal with you!"

Old Ming's eyes suddenly turned fierce, and he pushed forward with both palms, from his hands, strands of black lines crawled out, circles of waves spread outward.

With his shout, the black lines swiftly extended outwards, transformed into rippling waves, those caught in the ripples quickly fell into an Illusory Realm, indiscriminately killing.

The central area of those ripples targeted Ling Chen, he didn't dodge or evade, directly enveloped by the waves.

In a moment, Ling Chen was engulfed by hallucinations, entering the Illusory Realm.

"Haha, die now!"

Taking advantage of this moment, Old Ming swiftly neared Ling Chen, delivering a palm to his head, should this palm connect, Ling Chen's head would undoubtedly explode.

"Nothing special."

Seeing Ling Chen about to be ruthlessly killed by Old Ming's palm, Lan Xingling couldn't help but shake her head, disappointed that Ling Chen was so quickly defeated. It seemed she had misjudged; Ling Chen's skill paled in comparison to her own.