Chronicles Of The Shura Clan 96 The Destruction Of The Supreme Sword Dao Sect Ix

The moment Ling Chen killed the Sect Master and absorbed his blood and life essence right of in front of the ancestor, the entire area suddenly fell into a deep comatose silence.

An eerie silence!

There was absolute stillness in the air. No clouds drifted in the sky above the inner sect region. Not a sound could be heard either close at hand or in the far off distance. Even the elders' breath seemed to die as soon as it left their mouth.
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The silence hung in the air like the suspended moment before a falling gla.s.s shatters on the ground. The silence was like a gaping void, needing to be filled with sounds, words, anything.

At the same time, everyone had their mouths wide open from shocked, including the elders.

They were especially stunned for a long time as they stared at Ling Chen witlessly without being able to say a word.

This sudden development shocked everyone. Seeing how Ling Chen still dared to kill the sect master, his only hostage, right in front of the Ancestor despite his warning, everyone became dumbfounded. This was the same as cutting off his path of retreat.

No sane person in this predicament would kill their only hostage. This truly stunned all the elders and even the Ancestor himself.

The Ancestor was a Half-Saint powerhouse, as such, no one doubted his strength. They all believed that he had the power to crush Ling Chen over and over.

Even after a deep breath, the elders still struggled to calm their s.h.i.+vering heart. At the same time, they all had one word in their minds to describe Ling Chen when they looked at him.

Ruthless!

Meanwhile,

"Little animal, I'm going to grind your bones to dust!" Seeing how Ling Chen still had the guts to kill Jian Lei right in front of him despite telling him not to, the ancestor suddenly became enraged as his roar echoed to the clouds.

Boom!

At the same time, an extremely tyrannical spiritual power came surging out unstoppably from the ancestor's thin and somewhat crooked body.

This spiritual power was like raging torrents and swirling hurricanes. It was like the ocean covering the sun, it sped along and spread with a violent force.

Between heaven and earth, there were immediately constant changes like clouds and waves surging.

The blast caused by the ancestor's spiritual power was like a powerful dome rippling from the high heaven.

The unparalleled spiritual power of the ancestor spread out and enveloped the entire Supreme Sword Dao sect in instant.

In the blink of an eye, within the boundary of the Supreme Sword Dao Sect, everyone felt the overwhelming spiritual pressure the ancestor. Within this moment, countless elders and disciples trembled. They were s.h.i.+vering with fear from the depth of their souls.

Under this endless spiritual pressure, they all felt like they were insects and ants; they were not enough to reach the apex including the great elders present. They were struggling to stay afloat in the Sky as they were being pressed down by the ancestor's spiritual pressure.

" So this is the power of a Half-Saint powerhouse." One of the great elders struggled and said

Aside from being shocked, they were also awe of the ancestor's power.

Not to mention them, Ling Chen's countenance also changed the moment he was enveloped by the eruption of the ancestor's spiritual power.

He suddenly had a solemn look on his face. He had never seen and felt such a powerful spiritual power before in his life.

The old man's spiritual power was so powerful that even himself felt as though he was carrying a huge mountain on his shoulder. It was as if the sky was fallen down upon him.

This was simply not a level that a human being can reach.

The old man's spiritual power was so vast and powerful that it gave the impression that it was a solid substance.

Ling Chen could clearly tell that the entire Supreme Sword Dao Sect was shrouded by the old man's invincible spiritual power.

He was like a Demon G.o.d that had descended upon the Mortal realm. He exuded a majestic and imposing manner. He gave off the impression as if his cry could send mountains collapsing and his anger could cause the wind and clouds to change color.

His power seemed to be unmatched by any person and even heaven and earth seemed to be s.h.i.+vering under this spiritual power.

"It seemed like I underestimated the old man's power." Ling Chen said with an ugly look on his face as he was looking at the old man.

Ling Chen could tell that the old man's power far surpa.s.sed that of his own. Right now, he was only at the peak of the Martial Venerable realm and that was after he had absorbed the blood and life essence of elder Zhuo.

He thought that after absorbing the blood and life essence of the Sect Master who was a peak Martial Venerable, his realm would have increased at least to the rank of half-Saint. However, he was wrong.

His cultivation didn't budge a quota even after he had devoured Jian Lei's blood and life essence dried. Instead, all of the energy went to the remaining five fruits of creation in the dark tree within the never-ending white s.p.a.ce which was his sea of consciousness.

Furthermore, after this turn of event, Ling Chen made an unfortunate discovery. Until all the remaining five fruits of creation ripen like the black Lightning fruit of creation, Ling Chen would never be able to break through the Martial Saint Realm.

Because no matter how many drops of blood and life essence he absorbed, all the energy would go to the remaining five fruits of creation.

At this moment, Ling Chen found himself in a rather tricky situation. This wasn't part of his plan. Without breaking through the half-Saint realm, it would be very tough for him to handle the old man.

Half-Saint and Martial Venerable were completely two different concepts. The difference between these two realms was like heaven and earth. The main reason for that was because a Half-Saint powerhouse had some insight into spatial law. Even though it was minuscule compared to a true Martial Saint, but to a Martial Venerable, it was like an insurmountable mountain.