Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 1173: Chapter 1172: Get Out Within 10 Breaths

"A coward hiding your head and showing your tail, do you dare to report your name?"

Teng Sha looked up at the masked swordsman in the air, and shouted fiercely. The opponent didn’t even dare to show his face and was certainly apprehensive of their Great Eagle Gate’s strength.

However, that stern middle-aged man raised his hand to stop Teng Sha. A solemn expression suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Ling Chen’s sword just now may not have been perceivable to others, but he could sense its extraordinariness. This person is definitely not ordinary.

"Brother, this is an internal conflict between my Great Eagle Gate and the Qing Mountain Sword Sect. I hope Your Excellency can overlook it for the sake of my Great Eagle Gate. After this matter is resolved, we’ll surely reward Your Excellency handsomely."

The stern middle-aged man rarely showed a slight smile, speaking politely.

Upon hearing this, Teng Sha was taken aback, staring in surprise at the masked swordsman atop the white jade pillar. His uncle was a genuine Half-Saint with remarkable strength, but does he need to be so courteous to this masked swordsman?

Atop the white jade pillar, the white-clad swordfighter’s robes fluttered, with a mask concealing his face. It was unknown what kind of face lay beneath that mask.

"Scram."

The masked swordsman slightly raised his masked face and spat out an extremely cold word.

"You have ten breaths’ time to depart from the Qing Mountain Sword Sect, or else will be executed without mercy."

The masked swordsman said coldly.

"What?"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the stern middle-aged man, Teng Sha, and others suddenly changed, then turned gloomy. This guy dares to be so arrogant?

"Hehe, I thought you had some skill, so I showed you some courtesy. Truly biting the hand that fed you."

The stern middle-aged man’s eyes grew sullen. It seemed that his courtesy and the goodwill he extended were being taken advantage of.

Do you really think he’s a pushover?

Whoosh!

Suddenly, his figure moved, and the stern middle-aged man rushed into the air, clawing ferociously at the masked swordsman!

A ten-foot-large eagle claw tore through the air, spanning out. Witnessing this scene, Shen Qianlang also felt tense. He had just been defeated by this move.

In the face of the stern middle-aged man’s aggression, the masked swordsman showed no reaction. Only when the eagle claw was about to touch his body did he lazily raise his hand, and his two fingers spread open to intercept it.

"Courting death!"

Seeing the masked swordsman use his fingers to counter his attack, the stern middle-aged man was initially stunned and then erupted with anger. How dare he underestimate him like this, it seemed his opponent didn’t want that hand anymore!

However, in the next instant, a jaw-dropping scene occurred; the anticipated bloody spectacle didn’t happen. The formidable-looking eagle claw was just clamped motionlessly by those two fingers.

The stern middle-aged man was shocked; he moved his arm vigorously, trying to break free from Ling Chen’s fingers, but it was all in vain, unable to shake them even slightly.

"What, merely using two fingers to clamp onto Uncle’s Demon Eagle Claw?"

Teng Sha’s eyes almost bulged out; given the stern middle-aged man’s strength, unleashing this Demon Eagle Claw would almost certainly be unbearable even for opponents of the Junior Semi-Saint level. Yet Ling Chen merely used two fingers?

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, thinking he’d seen wrong.

"Who is this extraordinary person?"

Not far away, Shen Qianlang was also in disbelief as he watched the scene. He had experienced firsthand the strength of the stern middle-aged man. Below the Half-Saint level, none could match him. Could it be this masked swordsman is indeed a Half-Saint?

Beside him, Luo Xian’er was similarly staring at the masked swordsman’s figure. A sense of familiarity seemed to hover around him, though it felt like an illusion.

"How is this possible?"

The stern middle-aged man’s face flushed red, his expression darkened to the utmost degree. He, a dignified Half-Saint, couldn’t escape the masked swordsman’s two fingers?

Just as he was about to exert full force, Ling Chen suddenly let go, causing him to almost spit out blood. But before he could make a next move, Ling Chen’s fingertip thrust towards him at lightning speed, striking his chest.

Puff!

The protective True Qi in the stern middle-aged man’s chest suddenly shattered, revealing a blood cave as his entire body flew backward like a sandbag.

"Uncle!"

Teng Sha’s face turned pale with shock. He rushed forward to support the stern middle-aged man, yet the formidable force from the opponent’s strike sent them both flying. He coughed up blood.

"So powerful!"

Shen Qianlang couldn’t help but click his tongue; with merely a single finger strike, it carried such potent power.

Could it be that this masked swordsman is a Saint?

"Who exactly are you, Your Excellency?"

The stern middle-aged man gasped; he absolutely didn’t expect to be defeated so miserably. The prowess of this white-clad masked swordsman was at least above the Intermediate semi-saint level!

"The ten breaths are over. You have no chance."

The masked swordsman paid him no mind, merely waving his hand, releasing a Treasure Sword from the sword scabbard. It flashed with thunder light, then suddenly split behind him into over a dozen sword qis, pointing at the Great Eagle Gate members.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Over a dozen sword qis fiercely tore through the Void and shot towards the Great Eagle Gate members.

"Not good!"

The stern middle-aged man’s expression changed, disregarding his injury as he grabbed Teng Sha and swiftly retreated toward the plaza’s edge, daring not to linger, fleeing into the wilderness!

However, the remaining Great Eagle Gate disciples weren’t so lucky. As they attempted to escape, the sword qi unrelentingly shot toward them, either sealing their throats or piercing their bodies. In the blink of an eye, all were killed, blood flowing like a river.

Even Teng Sha was nearly hit in the forehead by the sword qi. The sharp, unparalleled sword qi grazed past his head, annihilating half his ear.

With a scream like a pig being slaughtered, terror suddenly filled Teng Sha’s eyes. If the sword qi’s trajectory was any closer, he would have been dead.

Carrying Teng Sha, the stern middle-aged man dared not look back, shooting out of the Qing Mountain Sword Sect, swiftly disappearing from sight.

"Did they really run?"

Watching Teng Sha and the stern middle-aged man flee faster than rabbits, Luo Xian’er, Shen Qianlang, and the Qing Mountain Sword Sect members were all somewhat dumbfounded. The Teng Sha who just now looked ready to annihilate their Qing Mountain Sword Sect was now running away in such a panic?