Ling Tian Sword God-Chapter 792 - 790: The Limit_1

"Ascending Green Lotus!"

Ling Chen spun his long sword, and a colossal sword qi lotus burgeoned, rapidly growing dozens of feet tall and still expanding at an astonishing rate. Any volition bodies that so much as grazed the sword qi lotus instantly crumbled, ground into pieces.

The world of the sixth stage vanished, replaced by the world of the seventh stage.

Upon reaching the seventh stage, the pressure on Ling Chen increased again. He had cleared the early stages without needing sword techniques. By the sixth stage, however, Ling Chen had to employ his signature sword moves. Reaching the seventh stage, however, demanded more than just a few simple moves.

Ling Chen attacked relentlessly, executing seven moves of the Chitian Sword Technique. He shattered the combined assault of sixty-four volition bodies, slaughtering them all.

The eighth stage, I wonder how formidable it is?

After passing the seventh stage, Ling Chen's body shook, and he was transported to the eighth stage.

「Outside world.」

"What? He hasn't finished testing yet? Has he reached the eighth stage?"

Many people began to notice Ling Chen. They had clearly seen him start the test after Ling Yin, and it seemed the two were closely acquainted. Perhaps Ling Chen is a genius too, they speculated.

As they were discussing, the glow on the testing pillar had already reached the eighth segment.

"Incredible! If he can hang on for a moment in the eighth stage, he'll be ranked among the top thirty. If he can get through the eighth stage, that's truly impressive. He might even rank among the top five! You must understand, the further one progresses, the greater the difficulty and the fewer the people who can manage it."

"Top five?" one exclaimed. "Good heavens, that's unlikely, isn't it? The top five are all peerless prodigies; there have only been a few in the last five hundred years. Such talents aren't born so easily."

"Why not? We just saw a top-ten talent emerge. What's so strange about a top-five appearing this time?"

Of the one hundred names on the Green History Wall, only five had ever passed the eighth stage, which showed just how formidable it was.

What's the background of this sibling pair? many wondered.

Ye Ming, Yuwen Jie, and Dong Yaotian, three top experts from the Hidden Dragon List, wore grave expressions. They had completely shed their earlier disdain and now felt somewhat numb. These two might be reclusive geniuses from some hidden clan, they mused. They absolutely cannot be underestimated.

Dong Yaotian said, "Their aptitude is indeed high, but they're still lacking a bit to become one of the main contenders in the future struggles among geniuses. You should know how monstrously talented those individuals are."

"Not necessarily. If this person can enter the top five..." Ye Ming's gaze burned as he watched the testing pillar. As a fellow swordsman, he was eager to see how far Ling Chen could go—whether he could reach the ninth stage.

The ninth stage was the final trial of the Ten Thousand Years Green History Wall. Reaching it undoubtedly meant one's aptitude was at the pinnacle of the younger generation.

「Within the world of the Green History Wall.」

「Eighth Stage Space.」

One hundred and twenty-eight volition bodies of swordsmen materialized from thin air. They were so densely packed they seemed to form a colossal Sword Formation, tightly encircling Ling Chen.

These swordsmen, all dressed in cyan robes and wielding long swords, seemed to blend into the surrounding bamboo forest.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The nearest figures vanished in a flash. Reappearing, they simultaneously unleashed their long swords. Instantly, dozens of long swords transformed into scores of sword images, all shooting towards Ling Chen.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Dozens of sword images slammed into Ling Chen's body, riddling it with holes.

But Ling Chen's true body was long gone from that spot. The moment those dozen swordsmen had struck, he had already darted away. Appearing before the swordsmen whose hands were now empty, he bisected them with a single stroke.

However, an even fiercer onslaught greeted Ling Chen. Over a hundred remaining swordsmen charged, like a relentless tide.

"Red Sky Sword Array, defend like a mountain!"

Ling Chen unleashed the Red Sky Sword Array. A dense shield of sword qi enveloped him, forming a Sword Forest that clashed fiercely with the charging swordsmen.

At this moment, within the True Dragon Pavilion in the outside world, the testing pillar in front of Ling Chen flickered intensely.

It seems the trial is intense, Shen Qianlang thought, his gaze fixed on the testing pillar. Brother Ling Chen must be caught in a bitter fight.

"The eighth stage supposedly has one hundred and twenty-eight volition bodies, each with strength equal to the challenger. The difficulty of passing is immense," Ye Ming and the others murmured, also staring intently at the testing pillar.

He's almost at his limit. The eighth stage... this must be his limit, Yuwen Jie and Dong Yaotian thought, their expressions somewhat sour. They were supposed to be the main attractions at the True Dragon Pavilion today. Instead, Ling Yin and Ling Chen had unexpectedly stolen the spotlight, relegating them to mere supporting roles.

If Ling Chen broke through the eighth stage, he would undoubtedly rank among the top five.

Within the bamboo forest, sword qi flew wildly. Swordsmen charged Ling Chen one after another. However, their numbers had already dwindled significantly; more than half had been slain.

WHOOSH!

Ling Chen twisted in mid-air, evading a wave of sword light. He retreated sharply to dodge another, then skimmed close to the ground, avoiding yet a third. He integrated his Light Skill into his sword techniques, seamlessly blending attack and defense. It was impossible to tell if he was dodging or attacking; one could only see his dazzling, elusive figure.

SWISH!

Three heads flew off in a straight line. Ling Chen halted and turned; all the virtual volition bodies dissipated.

「The Ninth Stage Begins!」

Ling Chen's gaze sharpened, fixed on what lay ahead.

HUMMMMM...

The hum of Spatial Fluctuations was incessant. With each hum, shadowy figures appeared, densely clustered and terrifyingly numerous.

In the blink of an eye, one hundred twenty-eight shadowy swordsmen appeared a hundred meters from Ling Chen. Though lifeless and devoid of Life Breath, their bodies emanated an incredibly powerful sword qi. When the sword qi of all two hundred fifty-six swordsmen converged, the desolate ground was instantly scarred with countless fine sword marks, and an invisible shockwave radiated outwards.

"Slash!"

An ordinary person would have retreated immediately, seeking to pick them off one by one. Even if the chances were slim, it would be more manageable than facing two hundred fifty-six swordsmen at once. If two hundred fifty-six swordsmen, each with cultivation and will comparable to one's own, attacked in unison, no one could withstand it; they would surely be annihilated. Ling Chen, however, did the opposite. He withdrew his Protective True Qi, unleashed his Light Skill, and pushed his speed to the absolute limit, charging madly towards the dense throng of swordsmen.

ZING! ZING! ZING! ZING! ZING! ZING!

The dozens of swordsmen at the forefront flicked their wrists. Their long swords unleashed crescent-shaped arcs of sharp sword qi that interwove, forming a vast net sweeping towards Ling Chen.

POP!

Halfway there, Ling Chen abruptly accelerated, now truly reaching his ultimate speed.

Dozens of sword qi slashes cut through the air behind him, stirring ripples of spatial fluctuations. He, however, slipped through the gaps in the torrent of qi. His long sword was instantly unsheathed. With his first move, he unleashed the indomitable and all-destroying Spiral Purgatory, conjuring a gigantic vortex of Flame Sword Qi within the crowd.

Six heads flew into the air. Ling Chen instantly suppressed his aura, transforming into a shadow that skimmed the ground, weaving through the enemy ranks.

In the instant he skimmed the ground, at least seven or eight shadowy attacks, like sharp sword lights, crisscrossed above him, carving black gashes into the void. Had Ling Chen been a fraction slower, his reactions duller, had he hesitated or pressed his slaughter, those seven or eight beams of light would have undoubtedly dismembered him.