143: Falling at dawn

At this moment, Yang Lingchen had completely killed until his eyes were red.

Every movement of his was exquisite and breathtaking; the immortal demon sword in his hand transformed into a dazzling array of afterimages, cleanly and decisively beheading one enemy after another on the spot.

At this time, Yang Lingchen was like a cold god of death from Hell. His entire body exuded a bone-chilling, hair-raising coldness, and his eyes were as indifferent as frost, making people fearful and trembling.

With every strike, he mercilessly claimed several lives. Countless Saints were terrified to the core by his suicidal fighting style.

For a time, severed limbs flew everywhere, blood drenched the entire land like a downpour, and the bloody stench pervading the air was nauseating.

Although Yang Lingchen had killed many experts, he had also suffered many serious injuries.

After all, the enemies on the scene were simply too numerous, coming in an endless stream like a tide. It was already truly difficult, even a miracle, that he could persist for so long with his own strength alone.

Just at this moment, Yang Lingchen locked his gaze like a sharp sword onto Situ Canglan. He knew that this person held a certain prestige among these people; as long as he killed this person, it would serve as a great deterrent.

Seeing Yang Lingchen's legs vibrate violently, he instantly soared into the air like a rocket, hacking fiercely and menacingly at Situ Canglan with his sword.

Seeing Yang Lingchen hacking at him with a sword, Situ Canglan hurriedly reached out and grabbed a low-level Saint beside him, then threw him forcefully at Yang Lingchen.

"Puchi."

This low-level Saint was directly split in two by Yang Lingchen, blood splattering everywhere, a horrific sight.

"Old Scoundrel, go to Hell!" Yang Lingchen shouted sharply, once again soaring into the air without hesitation to ferociously attack Situ Canglan.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Seeing Yang Lingchen rushing over, Situ Canglan hurriedly waved his sword to block in a fluster.

However, Yang Lingchen, who had already gone mad with killing, directly unleashed a powerful Wusheng Sword Qi, instantly piercing through Situ Canglan's left chest.

"Pfft..."

Situ Canglan spat out a mouthful of crimson blood, his eyes as cold and sinister as a wolf as he said: "Little Bastard, why are you fixated on attacking me alone?"

"I just don't like the look of you, so I want to kill you, what about it?" Yang Lingchen shouted coldly, once again rushing at Situ Canglan like a mad demon.

At this time, Chen Junlong and Su Beiming also rushed up like lightning, waving their cold, shimmering battle swords and hacking menacingly at Yang Lingchen.

Yang Lingchen turned around and slashed with his sword, hacking violently at Su Beiming, sending him flying backward.

"Chi."

At this moment, Chen Junlong's sharp Sword Qi pierced directly through Yang Lingchen's left shoulder.

The injured Yang Lingchen felt a flash of near-maniacal madness in his eyes. Ignoring the wounds on his body, he instantly unleashed a surging Sword Qi that sliced directly across Chen Junlong's neck.

"Chi."

"No, how could I die here...?"

Chen Junlong's eyes were filled with extreme unwillingness, his eyes wide open, staring fixedly at Yang Lingchen, as if he wanted to carve his appearance into the depths of his Soul.

Yang Lingchen didn't even look at him, swinging his sword to kill Situ Canglan.

"Everyone, attack together! Kill him, and the heavenly martial divine pearl will be ours."

Situ Canglan shouted loudly, his voice filled with greed and madness.

The other Saints were also red-eyed at this time, rushing toward Yang Lingchen like hungry wolves.

Under the powerful enhancement of the God Slaying Sword Technique, Yang Lingchen became increasingly fierce and brave, constantly harvesting heads. Soon, dozens more people died under his sword, their corpses piling up like a mountain.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen's face appeared even paler than paper. He already felt deep exhaustion, but he could not fall, because once he fell, Yao Lingyu would die here with him, doomed forever.

As people continued to die, the crowd was finally completely stripped of their confidence and fighting spirit by Yang Lingchen's suicidal, scorched-earth fighting style.

Soon, people began to choose to flee in a sorry state. Where there was one, there were two. In no time at all, the number of Saints at the scene had decreased by a third.

At this moment, a look of extreme unwillingness appeared on Situ Canglan's face, and then his figure flashed, quickly fleeing into the distance in a sorry state.

Once Situ Canglan ran, the other Saints at the scene woke up as if from a dream, one by one frantically fleeing everywhere like stray dogs.

In just a few breaths, except for Yang Lingchen and Yao Lingyu, everyone had run away, leaving the place empty.

Yang Lingchen panted heavily. After a bloody slaughter, the injuries in his body were even more severe, and his consumption of Profound Energy was also extremely huge.

Yang Lingchen did not choose to pursue, because he knew that the half-hour time limit was almost up.

He had to send Yao Lingyu to a safe place before his strength disappeared.

"Brother, you are truly amazing."

Yao Lingyu's face revealed a faint, heartbreaking smile, but her voice was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind.

"Little Yu, brother will take you away."

Yang Lingchen's voice was extremely gentle. After finishing, he performed Sword Flight and quickly sped off into the distance, flying away like a shooting star.

While performing Sword Flight, Yang Lingchen continuously muttered mysterious incantations, his right hand casting a dazzling Profound light, instantly enveloping himself and Yao Lingyu within it.

After doing all this, Yang Lingchen finally breathed a sigh of relief. From now on, he no longer had to worry about anyone being able to deduce his location.

After flying for about several hundred kilometers via Sword Flight, Yang Lingchen could no longer hold on, and he spat out another shocking mouthful of blood.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Yao Lingyu's eyes revealed concern, filled with worry.

"Little Yu, don't worry, I'm fine."

Without time to think, Yang Lingchen gritted his teeth and persisted, slowly landing in front of a hidden and secluded cave, then carrying Yao Lingyu on his back, he struggled into the small and cramped cave.

After carefully setting up a Formation outside the cave, Yang Lingchen finally collapsed to the ground. At this moment, his pupils dilated, and blood continued to overflow from his mouth, shocking to behold.

At this moment, he seemed to see the gloomy and terrifying Yellow Springs road opening up to him, and the Black and White Impermanence waving at him.

He wanted to take one more look at Little Yu, but his eyelids began to become incredibly heavy. Finally, he could no longer hold on and completely closed his eyes.

"Brother, wake up."

"Brother, wake up for me. If you die, what will I do?"

Yao Lingyu's eyes were filled with a trace of sorrow and misery, tears had already wet her beautiful eyes, falling continuously like broken pearls.

She hugged Yang Lingchen tightly in her arms, shaking him desperately: "Wake up for me! You saw my body, do you want to leave without taking responsibility?"

However, at this moment, Yang Lingchen had completely stopped breathing, as if he were a sleeping statue.

Northern Profound Region, Heavenly Origin Palace.

"Clang!"

Dongfang Yunbing suddenly felt a pain in her heart, and the exquisite teacup in her hand involuntarily fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Sister Bing, what's wrong?"

Nangong Yan asked with concern, her voice full of anxiety.

"Chener is in trouble. I feel like something has happened to him."

Dongfang Yunbing sat there quietly as if she had lost her Soul, tears streaming from her beautiful eyes, crossing her jade-like cheeks.

"Sister Bing, don't worry, Yang Lingchen will be fine."

Nangong Yan's eyes also gradually became moist.

Just a moment ago, she also had a feeling of heartache, as if she had lost something most important, and her heart felt empty.

Tianfeng World.

Phoenix Race.

Feng Xueqing, who was in seclusion, suddenly frowned, and then a mouthful of blood sprayed out violently.

"Why do I suddenly feel uneasy?"

"scoundrel, is it you who has met with trouble?"

A look of worry appeared on Feng Xueqing's beautiful face, her brows furrowed.

At the same time, news of Yang Lingchen colluding with the Yao Race, possessing the Sword Cultivator Legacy, and stealing the heavenly martial divine pearl spread like a gale across the entire Central Domain Divine Land.

Today's Yang Lingchen had become synonymous with evil, a traitor to all of humanity.

In the Central Domain Divine Land, Yang Lingchen's wanted poster was everywhere, in every corner.

Anyone who provided information on Yang Lingchen would be rewarded with ten million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.

Central Domain Divine Land, Heavenly Emperor Palace.

"Young Miss, this is the wanted poster of that Yang Lingchen. It is said to have been drawn personally by the Profound Gate Great Master Shen Gongming, with a similarity of over ninety percent."

A maid wearing a green dress said, her voice crisp.

Su Wanyun's hands trembled slightly as she clutched the wanted poster, trying to calm the excitement in her heart, and said: "I know, Xixi, you may go!"

"Yes, Young Miss." Xixi bowed and retreated, her footsteps light.

When the maid named Xixi left, Su Wanyun could no longer suppress the emotions deep in her heart, murmuring tearfully: "Chener, this is my Chener."