Chapter 779: The Arrival of the Sword Saint

Chapter 779: The Arrival of the Sword Saint

At this moment, someone was surrounded by countless swords, soaring into the sky on their flying sword, exuding an overwhelming aura, as if surrounded by an ethereal presence.

Everyone was astonished; this celestial figure was none other than the Sword Saint!

The arrival of the Sword Saint was a significant matter. With such a vast power disparity, there would be no room for resistance.

The upper echelons of the Refining Demon Sect held him in awe; the frontline personnel were like tiny ants, easily crushed with a single strike.

“W-why… how could he come here…?!”

Chen Tu was also shocked. After all, the Sword Saint hadn’t had any conflicts with the Refining Demon Sect for a long time. In the current world, he played a mysterious role, unlike those righteous sect members who relentlessly opposed the Refining Demon Sect.

He didn’t side with either party; he was a figure who even killed cultivators from the righteous sects.

What were his thoughts? No one knew, but his arrival would surely stir up slaughter.

“Damn it, Ling Yuan, you must bring people to stop him! Don’t let him cause trouble!”

“But I was nearly killed by him before; how can I stand against him?”

“Guarding this place is your duty; you must hold your ground! If you flee without permission, I, on behalf of the Refining Demon Sect, will sentence you to death!”

Chen Tu’s words were stern, contemplating making Ling Yuan take the brunt of the situation while he made his escape.

Yes, fighting the Sword Saint was akin to throwing an egg against a rock; he was all too aware of that.

Ling Yuan felt helpless; either way, he faced certain death. There was no way to defend, and fleeing would only lead to punishment from the Refining Demon Sect. The key was his daughter, who was still under the sect’s grasp. If he ran, the sect would surely retaliate against her, bringing disaster.

There was no choice; he could only brace himself for the worst.

Chen Tu intended to make his getaway while Ling Yuan defended, as confronting the Sword Saint directly would result in immediate death.

Sacrificing someone with the surname Ling to ensure his own survival was absolutely worth it.

As Chen Tu fled, Ling Meng couldn’t hold back her anger. How could she tolerate watching her father be oppressed like this?

“Don’t be impulsive. Listen, if you make a move, the Sword Saint will definitely fix his gaze back on you.”

Lin Nuo sternly rebuked Ling Meng. Honestly, facing the Sword Saint head-on, he too found it quite difficult to contend with such power.

In his previous life, he hadn’t had many grievances with the Sword Saint; although he was a great demon, he should have fought the Sword Saint head on.

However, at the peak of his powers, the Sword Saint had withdrawn, disappearing without a trace, and they had only clashed a few times before Lin Nuo reached his full potential.

After all, one could run, and the other couldn’t reach him.

Nonetheless, Lin Nuo understood some of the Sword Saint’s techniques. That said, jumping into the Magic Spring afterward would make this a formidable enemy.

“Come on, let’s get your father.”

Lin Nuo pulled Ling Meng to find Ling Yuan while stealthily tossing a hidden weapon toward Chen Tu.

Quickly reacting, Chen Tu pulled over a nearby Demon Disciple to block the hidden weapon.

The Demon Disciple was hit and froze in place, unable to move.

“Who’s scheming against me?”

Chen Tu fumed, turning to find someone giving him the middle finger.

Though he didn’t understand the gesture, it appeared extremely unfriendly.

This was a provocation, a challenge against him.

Who was this person? A laborer?

How dare they be so arrogant?

Chen Tu was about to retaliate against the finger-raising punk when, from above, the Sword Saint waved his hand, and in an instant, hundreds of Spirit Swords rained down upon the crowd.

The sharp Spirit Swords descended; whether it was innocent laborers or poorly trained Demon Practitioners, none could resist the Sword Saint’s onslaught and were instantaneously struck down.

Many fell on the scene, blood flowing like a river, turning the ground red.

Lin Nuo thought, well, you seem more like a villain, don’t you? Killing anyone in sight?

This guy was a bit insane and difficult to understand.

Lin Nuo didn’t care; his dodging skills were rock solid, dragging Ling Meng to avoid the incoming swords, all the attacks missing their mark.

“Master! It’s him! He nearly killed me before; you’ve got to stand up for me!”

Ling Meng pointed at the Sword Saint above, complaining bitterly.

“Don’t provoke a madman. Let’s move!”

Lin Nuo hurriedly led Ling Meng to Ling Yuan, who, despite his good strength, barely managed to erect a protective Spirit Barrier.

But he could feel the Sword Saint’s power; this barrage of swords was just a minor wave. If the Sword Saint increased his strength by another ten percent, he feared he wouldn’t be able to hold on.

There was no way out; they had to find a means of escape.

But with the Sword Saint elevated and in a powerful position, how could they flee?

They all held a resolute mindset, ready to face death, and Ling Yuan could only fight back with everything he had.

“Father! Father! Are you okay?”

Ling Meng rushed to Ling Yuan’s side. He was astonished; how had his daughter ended up here?

“Ling Meng, how could you…?”

“Ah, it was Master who rescued me from the Demon Abyss Valley. Let’s hurry and get out of here.”

Ling Meng pulled Ling Yuan away. With so many people dead on the ground, they were fully exposed in the Sword Saint’s line of sight, clear as day.

The Sword Saint wore an expression of indifference, as if disregarding the lives of these beings; their existence meant nothing to him.

The swords that had fallen began to rise again, locking onto the survivors and charging at them.

Chen Tu was no better off; the Sword Saint had locked onto him and pursued him relentlessly.

With gritted teeth, Chen Tu realized his luck had truly run out—he had been targeted by the Sword Saint.

Damn it, time to fight back!

Chen Tu took a deep breath, gathering his Demon Soul power, as a dark aura surged from his body, forming a solid protective magic shield around him, allowing for an escape.

This magic shield was quite strong and could withstand even the Sword Saint’s falling swords.

However, the Sword Saint was the kind of person who, the more you resisted, the more he wanted to kill you.

Seeing Chen Tu desperately holding on, he needed to amplify his power.

Chen Tu ran, but more Spirit Swords were already converging on him, surging forward.

The hundred swords came crashing down; Chen Tu’s magic shield couldn’t hold out, piercing through effortlessly.

With that, the swords pierced through him, accompanied by a blood-curdling scream as he spat out blood and fell to the ground, blood soaking the earth.

Dead. Killed.

The fleeing Demon Disciples couldn’t escape their fate either, all struck down by the Sword Saint’s Spirit Swords, with the few remaining falling one after another.

A large-scale massacre.

Having killed the Demon Disciples, the Sword Saint naturally locked onto Ling Meng and the others.

With a wave of his hand, he controlled the swords, launching a relentless assault.

As the swords descended, Ling Yuan was certain to perish; Ling Meng would retaliate, but the Sword Saint, facing strength, would only become stronger, ultimately leading to her demise.

In a critical moment, a powerful energy wave shot up from the ground, aimed directly at the Sword Saint.

Bang!

As the energy wave struck, the Sword Saint was momentarily disrupted, throwing off his aim, and thus the Spirit Swords misfired, losing their target.

He attempted to readjust, but the energy wave continued to surge toward him.

Bang!

Again affected; although his body remained unscathed, his actions were hampered.

It was a young boy attacking him with energy waves.

And the boy was giving him the middle finger.

Provocation.