Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Chapter 1871: Chapter 1872: Ten Thousand Sword Sky Prison! (Second Update)

Feeling the change in Ling Feng’s demeanor, Hui Yue Saintess bit her red lips, surprisingly patted Ling Feng’s shoulder, and said heavily, "Ling Feng, now is not the time for regret or self-blame!"

As soon as these words came out, Ling Feng instantly felt enlightened and sobered up.

Yes, now is not the time for self-blame.

If I want to make amends, then solve the current crisis at the East Spirit Immortal Pond!

Elder Turtle said that I am the only one who can resolve this disaster.

So, let me be the one to end all of this!

"You, a native of the Eastern Spirit Domain, dare to provoke a member of the Long Family, now you can state your last words!"

The Sky Dragon Sword Saint maintained an aggressive posture.

Even though Ling Feng’s appearance almost turned the situation around in an instant, in front of him, it was still just a minor fuss.

The difference between a Semi-Saint and a Saint Level is just one step, yet it’s a world of difference.

"Since that’s the case, there’s nothing left to discuss!"

Ling Feng took a deep breath, looked back at the Eight Hall Masters, and said solemnly, "I’m sorry, I dragged East Spirit Immortal Pond down, but I can’t die now! So..."

"Kid, what nonsense are you talking about! Do you think we would let you sacrifice yourself just to live a little longer?"

Lei Wencheng, with his usual loud voice, thundered, "If we must fight, then fight. Who would I, Lei Wencheng, be afraid of?"

"Exactly!" Yan Chihuo also widened his eyes, "Even if my head has a big scar, I’m not a coward!"

"Ling Feng, if..."

Biluo Saintess bit her silver teeth and said gravely, "If it comes to the worst, I hope you can escape! As long as you live, the East Spirit Immortal Pond still has hope. I only hope you can take care of Lin Mu for me!"

"We’ll use all our remaining strength to cover your escape!"

The Hall Masters, full of hope, looked at Ling Feng, determination shining in their eyes.

Ling Feng was their last hope!

Since ancient times, no sect or force can last forever, but as long as there is a seed of hope, there is a chance for revival.

Ling Feng, without a doubt, was this seed!

"So, are these your final words?"

The Sky Dragon Sword Saint sneered disdainfully, "Naive, do you think this kid has a chance to escape? Today, he will definitely die!"

"The victor is not yet decided!"

Ling Feng roared, opening all eleven Mixed Element Locks, simultaneously activating the Holy Spirit Technique, burning Divine Sense as a price, madly enhancing his own strength.

At the same time, the power of a hundred dragons and elephants also erupted to the extreme.

"Kill!"

The Eight Hall Masters followed closely, fearlessly charging forward.

Today, perhaps many will die, but none would retreat!

"Cold Moon Sealing Sky!!"

Hui Yue Saintess growled, fighting back with all her might!

Crack! —

Crack! —

In the next moment, the Sky Dragon Sword Saint’s surroundings were covered by ice formed by the Cold Moon Power, blocking his retreat.

Then, Ling Feng, the Blazing Sun Palace Master, and the Xuanlei Palace Master took the lead, the others coordinated, and together they almost had enough power to slay a Half-Saint.

However, the Sky Dragon Sword Saint just smirked coldly, showing no sign of panic, "A bunch of fools who don’t know life from death, if you seek death, I will grant it!"

The power of a Saint Level expert is terrifying, with just a casual move, Ling Feng and the others’ full efforts may not allow them to escape unscathed.

Their attacks against the Sky Dragon Sword Saint felt almost ineffective.

Only Ling Feng and Hui Yue Saintess’s Soul Dao secret techniques managed to interfere with the Sky Dragon Sword Saint somewhat.

But it was just a minor interference.

"Ants, no matter how many, are still just ants!"

"Sky of Ten Thousand Swords!"

The Sky Dragon Sword Saint snorted coldly, the long sword in his hand burst into an extremely dazzling golden light.

In an instant, the light spread across the starry sky, illuminating half the Heavenly Vault, enveloping Ling Feng and the others.

Ling Feng sensed a profound intent flowing within the light that was hard to grasp.

"Domain!"

The Eight Hall Masters were collectively shocked.

Indeed, a Saint Level expert had comprehended the Sword Domain!

Ling Feng’s eyelids twitched wildly. In the Sunset Ancient City, he once received guidance from the Great Wilderness Sword Saint, grasping a bit of the Sword Domain, condensing its rudimentary form.

But, this Sky Dragon Sword Saint had actually deployed a complete Sword Domain.

The gap between them was immense.

"Ten Thousand Sword Sky Prison!"

The Sky Dragon Sword Saint shouted.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! —

Countless beams of light, like a rain of swords, turned into prisons, instantly separating Ling Feng and the nine.

Their formation, designed for mutual support, was instantly shattered, and in front of the Sky Dragon Sword Saint, they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, completely losing the ability to resist.

In this world of swords, the Sky Dragon Sword Saint was the sole Sovereign.

Ling Feng had nowhere to escape and was trapped!

No matter how many techniques he used, no matter how much the Power of Hundred Dragons erupted, it could not break the Sword Prison.

The Eight Hall Masters deployed various secret techniques, but they could not damage the Ten Thousand Sword Sky Prison.

"Hahaha, it’s useless!"

The Sky Dragon Sword Saint laughed wildly, "How could you ants understand the power of a Saint! These sword prisons bear the mark of my Holy Mark, and with your strength, you vainly try to destroy them?"

"Now, you have all become prisoners beneath my feet, how dare you hope for anything?"

The Sky Dragon Sword Saint sneered, a finger extended, and with a "bang", Yan Chihuo, the Flowing Fire Palace Master, was instantly killed, a bloody hole burst open in his forehead.

"Brother Yean! (Junior Brother!)"

Seeing Yan Chihuo die on the spot, the other seven Hall Masters were filled with sorrow, also realizing that perhaps one of them would be next.

A sense of desolation swept over them.

Is this the final fate of the East Spirit Immortal Pond?

"You old bastard! You deserve to die!"

Ling Feng, eyes wide with rage, glared at the Sky Dragon Sword Saint, feeling as if his body was being consumed by anger.

Overwhelming remorse nearly tore Ling Feng apart!

All of this happened because of him, provoking the Long Family!

Perhaps he should have handled things more cleanly, perhaps...

"Hahahaha! Angry? In pain? Hating your own powerlessness?"

The Sky Dragon Sword Saint sneered at Ling Feng, "Don’t worry, I’ll save you for last. I’ll make you watch as these people die miserably one by one before your eyes! They are all dying because of you!"