Chapter 1023: Chapter 1022: Controlling Gift of Hundred Swords?

"Great Elder, you truly are a straightforward man."

A faint smile curled at the corner of Ling Chen’s mouth. This outcome was within his expectations. He knew Ling Tianzun would never refuse his challenge. First, the latter would never believe he could lose. Second, someone like Ling Tianzun valued his reputation above all; he would never do anything that might damage his own face.

"Stop playing little tricks in front of me. You really think you have a chance of winning?"

A chilling cold surged in Ling Tianzun’s eyes. He couldn’t be bothered to waste words with Ling Chen. He simply raised the Silver Sword in his hand high, and an incomparably terrifying Sword Momentum surged out from his body, sweeping across the entire sky.

The terrifying Cultivation of the Fourth Level of Saint Dao was revealed without the slightest concealment.

Ling Tianzun hovered high in the sky, looking down from above. Behind him, streak after streak of silver sword qi burst out of his body, one linking into another, piling together and condensing into a pair of silver-white sword wings. From a distance, he looked just like a true Divine Spirit, releasing vast divine might.

"Divine Sword Wings!"

Left Guardian Law and the others were all greatly shocked by Ling Tianzun’s change. These Divine Sword Wings were a powerful Sword Technique that materialized sword qi into wings behind one’s back to strengthen oneself. This kind of Martial arts was something they had only heard of. They had never expected to witness it with their own eyes today on Ling Tianzun’s body.

Ling Yi’s face was as calm as an ancient well. He wasn’t worried in the slightest that anything would go wrong with Ling Tianzun. He knew all too well how strong the latter was. Looking across the entire Central Dynasty, the people who could defeat Ling Tianzun could be counted on one hand. No matter how monstrous and heaven-defying Ling Chen was, he absolutely could not be Ling Tianzun’s match.

"Even the Divine Sword Wings have been unleashed. It seems this time the Great Elder intends to get serious..."

Ling Tingfeng and the others likewise had not expected Ling Tianzun to bring out the Divine Sword Wings, such a terrifying Martial arts, right from the start. Clearly the latter intended to end this quickly and finish Ling Chen off as soon as possible.

"To even use the Divine Sword Wings—though it’s a bit of overkill, it will end things once and for all, completely getting rid of this little beast."

Ling Ba grinned, feeling incomparably pleased. With such a powerhouse as Ling Tianzun personally dealing with Ling Chen, he wasn’t worried in the least about Ling Chen surviving. It was only a matter of time.

"Divine Sword Wings, huh?"

A trace of solemnity also flashed in Ling Chen’s eyes. Ling Tianzun, as the Ling Family’s Great Elder, was an old monster who had lived for several hundred years. For an old freak like that to reveal some terrifying Martial arts now was nothing strange at all in Ling Chen’s eyes.

"Ling Chen, you’ll soon understand the difference between a Sword Saint and an ordinary Swordsman."

A sword mark emerged between Ling Tianzun’s brows, and his voice turned abruptly cold. Then his figure flashed; in just a single moment, he vanished from his original spot. When he appeared again, he was directly above Ling Chen’s head. The Silver Sword in his hand, like a Silver Dragon, split the Void as it chopped straight down.

Clang!

Ling Chen looked as though he were completely unprepared, but at the instant that Silver Dragon slashed down, he suddenly moved. He struck out and blocked that sword light that had been pushed to the extreme of speed.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle...

The Silver Sword collided with the Red Sky Sword in Ling Chen’s hand, bursting out with dazzling sparks. Ling Tianzun attempted to use his Sword Momentum to infiltrate Ling Chen’s Sword Momentum, to break through the latter’s defense and then crush Ling Chen in one go.

The pair of silver-white Divine Sword Wings on his back continuously shot out streaks of sword qi. Yet those streaks of sword qi that could roam freely through the Void were unable to touch Ling Chen’s body at all. Within a meter around him, they all exploded into fragments.

Seeing this, Ling Tianzun abruptly withdrew and retreated, pulling open the distance. He suddenly flung his hand, and the Silver Sword in his hand shot out, then began to spin in mid-air, continuously splitting apart. In the blink of an eye, it split into over a hundred streams of sword qi, covering the sky and forming a vast, boundless silver Light sword formation.

This Sword Formation enveloped the sky above Spirit Snake Island, like a layer of Starry Sky. Between that Starry Sky, tiny snowflakes were scattered, drifting about within.

"Silver Snow Crossing Sky Sword Formation!"

Ling Lie recognized this Sword Formation that Ling Tianzun had unleashed. Just like the Divine Sword Wings, it was one of the Ling Family’s secret, unpassed ultimate arts—one of Ling Tianzun’s hidden trump cards.

This Silver Snow Crossing Sky Sword Formation was incomparably powerful. It was said that Ling Tianzun had once used this Sword Formation to lock down and kill a Demon of the Sacred Plane from the Four Wilderness whose Cultivation was on par with his own. Every strand of sword qi within this Sword Formation was extremely sharp, and carried a special coldness. Back when Ling Tianzun was cultivating this Silver Snow Crossing Sky Sword Formation, he had even taken the Silver Frost Sword and gone to the Extreme Cold Land to bitterly cultivate for ten years before finally succeeding.

"What a powerful Sword Formation."

Ling Chen also saw the extraordinary nature of this Sword Formation. Under the shroud of this formation, he had an illusory feeling of being in another world. It was as though the inside of the Sword Formation was a small world, and outside the formation was another world entirely. It had already reached such a level—especially since Ling Chen himself was a peerless Genius Swordsman, he could easily discern the many subtleties contained within this Sword Formation.

Seeing the emotion on Ling Chen’s face, Ling Tianzun only sneered. How could his methods be something a junior could fathom?

Under such a profound Sword Formation, Ling Chen was probably already at a loss, flustered and panicking, right?

Indeed, Ling Chen’s current strength had been forcibly raised by external means, reaching a level nearly able to rival his own. But so what if the Cultivation was there? What about everything else? Physical qualities, reaction speed, perceptive ability... how could that boy possibly compare to an old relic like him who had lived for several hundred years?

Yet Ling Chen was not in the sorry state Ling Tianzun imagined. On the contrary, Ling Chen was activating his Gold Sword Pupil, wholly focused on observing this Sword Formation without even blinking, searching for the patterns and flaws of the formation.

When that Sword Formation suddenly descended and enclosed him, Ling Chen suddenly moved. He raised his sword fingers and pointed. With a crisp clang, the Thunder Sound Sword flew out of Ling Chen’s sword scabbard of its own accord, transforming into a Flying Swords that tore through the air.

"Sword Controlling Technique, huh?"

Seeing this move from Ling Chen, Ling Yi in the distance was slightly stunned. This Sword Controlling Technique was something he was extremely familiar with. Even he had not managed to grasp this Swordsmanship. What he had not expected was that Ling Chen had only entered the Ancestor Pavilion once and had already learned the Sword Controlling Technique.

"Unfortunately, such a low-level Sword Controlling Technique is no threat at all!"

Seeing the Thunder Sound Sword fly out from Ling Chen’s sword scabbard, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of Ling Tianzun’s mouth. The Sword Controlling Technique was indeed powerful, but sadly, Ling Chen had only just scratched the surface. With merely the first layer of the Sword Controlling Technique, under his Silver Snow Crossing Sky Sword Formation, it would be hard for it to last even a single breath.

"That’s not necessarily true!"

Suddenly, Ling Chen raised his head. Astonishing light burst from his golden pupils. Then he formed sword fingers with both hands and pulled at once. "Split!"

As soon as his voice fell, the Flying Swords in mid-air suddenly split into two and four, four into eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four... and in a moment exceeded a hundred Flying Swords, densely packed.

"What, this is... the level of Controlling Gift of Hundred Swords!"

Ling Tingfeng, as the Family Head, cried out in shock.