Seeing this, Ma Cheng sneered, "Perfect timing. All the tokens on you belong to me!"
With that, Ma Cheng swung his sharp sword, launching a series of powerful attacks.
SWISH! SWISH!
In the blink of an eye, several Heavenly Demon Sect disciples lay dead by his sword. Chu Lingjun and the others also attacked swiftly.
Most of these Heavenly Demon Sect disciples were between the Seventh and Ninth Layers of the War Ancestor Realm. In contrast, the Heaven’s Chosen from both the Martial Ancestor and Sword Ancestor sects had already reached the Ninth Layer of the War Ancestor Realm, and their combat power was comparable to that of a Half-step War King.
Therefore, these Heavenly Demon Sect disciples were simply no match.
In less than three minutes, all the Heavenly Demon Sect disciples lay in pools of blood. A thick, nauseating stench of blood filled the vast Heavenly Demon Sect.
Yan Chen’s expression turned extremely grim as he watched so many of his sect’s disciples die before his very eyes. Worry and fear appeared on the faces of the remaining Heavenly Demon Sect disciples. They all hesitated, not daring to move forward and clash with Chu Lingjun and the others. Everyone knew that to rush forward impulsively meant only one thing: certain death.
"Trash!" Yan Chen was furious at the sight of his fearful disciples. He slapped a nearby Heavenly Demon Sect disciple across the head. It burst open.
A chill emanated from him. "Anyone who dares take a single step back dies!"
Upon hearing his words, the group of Heavenly Demon Sect disciples trembled. For a moment, they were caught between a rock and a hard place. But under the pressure of Yan Chen’s command, they could only grit their teeth and charge forward.
Seeing the tide turn in his favor, Ma Cheng burst out laughing. "I thought the Heavenly Demon Sect was formidable, but it turns out you’re just a bunch of ants that can be crushed at will!"
As he spoke, he moved quickly. With a palm strike, he unleashed an overwhelming force that sent the oncoming group of Heavenly Demon Sect disciples sprawling to the ground.
"Once I take your head, the first-place title of this Demon Pursuit Conference will be mine!"
Long Chen smiled faintly. "Aren’t you a little too confident?"
"Don’t believe me? Then keep your eyes wide open and watch! The Martial Ancestor will always be trampled beneath our feet! Heavenly Demon Sect, your end is here!"
With a look of sheer arrogance, Ma Cheng fixed his gaze on Yan Chen and lunged forward, stabbing with his sword.
Seeing this, Yan Chen merely narrowed his eyes and stood his ground. Ma Cheng assumed Yan Chen was intimidated by his strength, and a wave of elation washed over him.
"Die!"
But in the next instant, the expression on his face froze solid. His once-swift and powerful sharp sword stopped dead, just an arm’s length from Yan Chen. Yan Chen had effortlessly stopped the blade with just two fingers.
CRACK!
With a gentle twist of his fingers, the sharp sword instantly snapped in two.
Shocked, Ma Cheng tried to retreat, but a surge of Demonic Qi enveloped him, causing him extreme discomfort. Yan Chen struck him in the chest with a palm.
PTOO!
The qi and blood in Ma Cheng’s body roiled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Like a kite with a snapped string, he was sent flying, crashing hard onto the ground in a pathetic state.
The Sword Ancestor disciples were completely stunned by this scene.
"Senior Brother!" They quickly rushed to Ma Cheng’s side, their faces etched with concern as they checked on his condition.
His face was a mask of agony. The intense pain prevented him from uttering a single sound.
Damn it! If I had known this guy was so strong, I wouldn’t have been so reckless!
"Is that all you’ve got?" Long Chen taunted. "So you wanted me to open my eyes wide just to watch you get thrashed? I must admit, it was a rather satisfying sight."
Unimpressed with Ma Cheng’s arrogance, he added, "It’s a real pity that last palm strike didn’t kill you."