Ling Tian Sword God

Chapter 1189: Chapter 1188: Archrival

"Oh? You’ve got some skills."

Ling Qianji’s eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of coldness. If it were an ordinary Half-Saint, they would have long been suppressed by his Sword Intent, unable to live or die, yet this Chen Qingzhi could still manage to hold his own. He’s clearly not just some ordinary figure.

"Gentlemen, today’s banquet is not a place for your fighting."

Just as he was about to take his next action, suddenly, a somewhat stern voice came from not far away.

Ling Qianji abruptly stopped exerting his Sword Intent. He turned his face and saw several figures exuding a sense of authority approaching.

These individuals were all dressed in python robes, clearly members of the Imperial Clan.

Ling Chen’s gaze fell on the person at the forefront, who seemed like a Divine Sword, exuding an extremely fierce sword qi that repelled the surrounding air.

"Peerless Sword."

There’s no way Ling Chen wouldn’t recognize the greatest opponent he faced at the Heavenly Sword Tournament.

However, the Peerless Sword of today was much different from back then. He appeared more composed and refined, and his cultivation and aura had improved significantly.

After all, he was a peerless genius ranked second on the Ten Thousand Years Green History Wall. Even if his cultivation wasn’t much for the moment, his speed of growth was unparalleled even among other geniuses.

Behind Peerless Sword were Li Yuanhao, Li Yifeng, Li Tailong, and several other princes.

"Crown Prince, Prince Yuanhao."

Seeing that it was Peerless Sword, Ling Qianji hurriedly cupped his hands towards the latter, his previously arrogant demeanor instantly vanished.

Other people he could disregard, but Peerless Sword he had to take seriously. Like him, Peerless Sword was a disciple of Sword Casting Villa. Though he joined later, his cultivation speed was terrifying. Just about a month ago, Peerless Sword managed to defeat a Heavenly Pride-level young expert in Sword Casting Villa, shaking the entire villa.

The villa owner had even personally ordered a news blackout, showing immense regard for Peerless Sword.

Now, a month has passed, and Peerless Sword’s strength might have grown even more.

Of course, this information was not made public, so besides the core disciples of Sword Casting Villa, very few people knew about it.

"These outlandish people, crude in nature, always looking to fight at the slightest provocation. I was merely teaching them a lesson on behalf of the Crown Prince."

Ling Qianji glanced at Chen Qingzhi and said coldly.

"Bullshit, you are the one who provoked first, and then you turn it around on us."

Qin Yiren was fuming, wanting to go up and slap Ling Qianji across the face. This guy has a real knack for twisting facts and making false accusations.

"Alright, everyone, stop arguing. This matter ends here."

Peerless Sword’s expression was indifferent as he continued, "If I find anyone making a move here again, no matter who they are, I will personally escort them out of Full Moon Pavilion."

Hearing this, Ling Qianji snorted coldly. Peerless Sword’s words were already at this point, so he naturally dared not make any further moves. He only cast a cold stare at Chen Qingzhi, "I hope you’ll still be this brave at the Nine Schools Tournament."

Chen Qingzhi replied, "Rest assured, I’m just afraid you’ll be hiding like a turtle by then."

"Ignorant fool."

Ling Qianji stopped talking, cast a sinister glance at Ling Chen, then swung his hand and turned to leave.

"What a pity, I didn’t get to see a good show."

Seeing this, Tang Wuxi shook his head with a look of regret. He naturally wished the two sides would clash. He wanted to use this chance to test Ling Chen’s strength against Ling Qianji, but it was disrupted by Peerless Sword.

After all, in his eyes, even though Ling Chen couldn’t be entirely absolved of the death of the Tang Sect’s Third Elder, it couldn’t have been Ling Chen alone. The latter must have used some unsavory means. Otherwise, with just Ling Chen’s mere Sky Apex Realm strength, how could he possibly kill an expert as powerful as the Third Elder?

"Forget it, let’s wait for the Nine Schools Tournament."

A cold gleam flashed through Tang Wuxi’s eyes.

After Ling Qianji and the others left, Peerless Sword finally looked at Ling Chen, as if automatically filtering out everyone else. In his eyes, only the figure of Ling Chen remained.

Ling Chen likewise stared directly at this old rival. Their gazes seemed to transform into sword qi, fiercely clashing in mid-air.

"Ling Chen, a year has passed, your sword hasn’t dulled, right?"

The sharpness in Peerless Sword’s eyes softened slightly as he spoke, though the sharpness in his words was undiminished.

"Of course not, my sword only grows sharper by the day."

Ling Chen retorted without backing down.

Peerless Sword nodded and said, "Good, at this Nine Schools Tournament, I will defeat you myself."

"I’ll be waiting."

Ling Chen nodded indifferently.

Peerless Sword was the most outstanding swordsman Ling Chen had ever encountered. In the last Heavenly Sword Tournament, Peerless Sword was defeated by him, but a year had passed since then, and he didn’t know how much Peerless Sword’s strength had grown.

Nonetheless, Ling Chen was confident that those who had once been defeated by him would never have the chance to win against him.

"Ignorant fool."

Not far away, seeing this, Ling Qianji smirked and shook his head, looking at Ling Chen like an idiot.

Peerless Sword could now defeat Heavenly Pride-level young talents. The situation had changed. Who did Ling Chen think he was, to still consider himself a match for Peerless Sword?

"There will be a show to watch then."

Ling Qianji wore a mocking smile, eagerly waiting for Ling Chen to make a fool of himself at the Nine Schools Tournament; it would surely be a delightful spectacle.

"Truly not in the same league as an opponent..."

At this time, yet another purple-clad woman beside the voluptuous Murong Qingcheng couldn’t help but shake her head in sighing lament.

Murong Qingcheng looked at her cousin Murong Ziying in surprise, "What’s wrong, Ziying? Do you also believe that Ling Chen now is no match for Peerless Sword?"

"Quite the contrary."

Murong Ziying let out a bitter laugh, "I think that Peerless Sword is unlikely to be a match for Ling Chen."

"Why do you say that?"

Murong Qingcheng was taken aback; the current Peerless Sword was evidently much stronger than a year ago, while Ling Chen had also advanced significantly. The outcome between the two was quite uncertain, so why did Murong Ziying say that Peerless Sword was unlikely to be Ling Chen’s opponent?

Her cousin, a disciple of Lingyue Island, might truly know something about Ling Chen that she didn’t.

"You don’t know this, but I recently heard that Ling Chen in a trial at a Secret Treasury had a direct confrontation with the Marquis Guiming of Desolate Fire City and emerged victorious!" Murong Ziying whispered softly with her lips pursed.

"What?!"

Murong Qingcheng’s delicate form shook as if struck by lightning, her body freezing in place, completely immobile.