The golden longsword suddenly pierced through the Dark Jail Tyrant’s skull, entering through its eye. The blade, known as the Gold Chant Sword, was incomparably sharp. Combined with the immense power Chu Lingjun unleashed, its might was unparalleled.
The Dark Jail Tyrant threw its head back and roared in agony. Excruciating pain sent it rolling on the ground. Its massive serpentine body thrashed about, forcing the onlookers to retreat in a hurry as the surrounding ground became soaked with its blood.
A moment later, the Dark Jail Tyrant collapsed, lying motionless on the ground. Together, Long Chen and Chu Lingjun had finally slain the heavily armored beast.
Seeing this, everyone present finally breathed a sigh of relief.
That thing is finally dead!
This victory came at a devastating cost to the Disciples of Martial Sect, leaving many dead and the rest injured.
"Let’s find a place to recover," Chu Lingjun announced to the group.
Everyone nodded in agreement and continued forward, searching for a relatively safe place to rest.
However, they had only traveled about two hundred meters when numerous figures flickered in their periphery. A powerful Battle qi washed over them.
Long Chen narrowed his eyes. There’s an ambush here?
"What the hell?" Tang Le asked, puzzled. "Why is it one thing after another? Did we set out at an inauspicious time or something?"
The hearts of the Disciples of Martial Sect tightened. They raised their guard and scanned their surroundings, but their opponents were incredibly fast, their figures impossible to track.
"Why hide in the shadows? Show yourselves!" Chu Lingjun shouted coldly.
The moment her voice fell, numerous streams of Sword Qi surged from all directions, encircling Chu Lingjun and the others. In response, Chu Lingjun swung the Gold Chant Sword. A blast of Sword Qi shot out, seeming to tear space itself asunder. In Long Chen’s hands, the Blackwind Sword moved like a flood dragon emerging from the abyss, kicking up a tidal wave of sword light. The others dared not hesitate, quickly moving to defend themselves.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Several powerful energies collided, sending out ripple after ripple of force. The surrounding trees splintered and the ground cracked. Dust and debris filled the sky, leaving the scene in total chaos.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
In the next second, twenty figures clad in black landed around them, completely surrounding Long Chen’s group. All of them wielded sharp swords, their killing intent soaring, and the cold glint of their blades was blinding.
Among them were ten War Maniac Realm experts, eight War Ancestor Realm experts, and two War King Realm experts.
"Heh, people of the Martial Ancestor Sect," a lean middle-aged man sneered, his hands clasped behind his back as he stared disdainfully at Chu Lingjun. "Today, none of you are leaving this place alive!"
"You’re from the Sword Ancestor Sect?" Chu Lingjun could feel many powerful auras from them. The lean middle-aged man and the man standing beside him emitted the most formidable auras of all. They’re at least at the War King Realm, if not higher. As for their specific Realms, I can’t tell for now.
On her side, besides herself at the Half-step War King Realm, the rest were disciples who had only recently entered the War Maniac Realm. The disparity in strength was enormous, putting them at a severe disadvantage.
"Worthy of a genius from the Martial Ancestor Sect. You recognized us quickly," the middle-aged man chuckled. "But it doesn’t matter. All of you are going to die here!
"Especially you!" His gaze locked onto Chu Lingjun. "You first dealt with the Man-Eating Flower, and then the Dark Jail Tyrant. Many of your people are dead, and the rest are injured. As for you, your Battle qi has been greatly depleted. We, on the other hand, are at our full strength, completely unscathed! I advise you all to surrender now."
"So, you’ve been lurking in the shadows all this time just to deal with me?" Chu Lingjun sneered. "I’m truly flattered that the Sword Ancestor Sect would go to such great lengths for me.
"It seems I’m quite a threat to you all. Then again, that makes sense. Looking at the trash that is your sect’s younger generation, I don’t see a single one worth fighting."
Hearing Chu Lingjun’s mockery, the expressions of the Sword Ancestor Sect members darkened. She was right. At her young age, she was already on the verge of the War King Realm. Furthermore, she possessed the Primordial Dao Body, giving her astonishing potential and limitless future prospects. If she were allowed to continue growing, it was feared that the Martial Ancestor Sect would eventually suppress the Sword Ancestor Sect. The Sword Ancestor Sect absolutely could not sit by and wait for that to happen.
Therefore, they had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to assassinate Chu Lingjun. After a long wait, that chance had finally arrived today. This mission was critical to the future of the Sword Ancestor Sect. It had to succeed; failure was not an option.
The middle-aged man’s eyes narrowed, brimming with murderous intent. He waved his hand sharply and commanded, "Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"