Chronicles Of The Shura Clan

His cold words reverberated throughout the sky over the Inner sect region, catching all the disciples and the elders in the inner sect region by surprise.

His voice seemed to be able to travel across eternity. It was as if it came from ancient times.

Not to mention the elders, even the sect master who was on the brink of death was ecstatic when he heard that commanding voice which was filled with nobility and power.

His eyes that were filled with despair after he was stabbed in the back by Ling Chen\'s devious and poisonous dark sword was now filled with hope.

He knew that the ancestor wouldn\'t give up on him. Though the ancestor wasn\'t too happy about being called out of his seclusion, Jian Lei knew that he wasn\'t going to abandon them. Not to mention he was highly interested in Ling Chen\'s devouring ability as well.

Suddenly...

Chilah.

There was the sound like that of a piece of paper being ripped apart.

In an instant, it was as if space was being torn apart by a mysterious power as a mysterious figure suddenly appeared in the sky above the inner sect region.

"You finally decided to show up." Ling Chen said with a cunning smile on his face as he was staring at the old man that suddenly appeared a dozen meters away from him. He was already aware of that old man\'s presence in the sect.

The fight had been going on for quite a long time. However, the old man hadn\'t displayed any sign of interest until he was truly about to kill Jian Lei.

Nonetheless, as soon as he showed up, an intense sense of power was instantly engulfing the area.

The old man didn\'t look that old. He seemed to be around the age of seventy. He wore a worn-out blue robe. All of his hair and beard were already white.

Though he looked like an old man, there wasn\'t any wrinkle on his face. His face was very smooth, except for the sword scar beneath his left eye. Furthermore, from the look on his eyes, one could tell that he wasn\'t an amiable fellow.

Aside from that, he wasn\'t very tall, but him standing there gave off the feeling as though he had the power to carry the Heaven on his shoulder. The old man loomed above the sky of the inner sect region like the ruler of this entire world.

The old man also known as the Ancestor of the Supreme Sword Dao Sect was one of the strongest figures within the Heaven Desolate Region. He was mysterious and powerful. Furthermore, he hadn\'t appeared in the sect for the past hundred years as he was in seclusion. He was the pillar of the Supreme Sword Dao Sect and also his last defense.

At this moment, Countless eyes were fixed upon the ancestor.

A Half-Saint Powerhouse.

" We are saved. The ancestor finally about to take action!" Said one of the great elders.

" A half-Saint Powerhouse, I wonder how powerful is the old ancestor?"

Aside from feeling ecstatic and safe, the disciples, as well as some of the elders, were excited while staring at the ancestor.

In the Heaven Desolate Region, a Martial Saint powerhouse could be called a legend. Everybody knew that such an expert had accumulated incredible strength and skills. They were god-like existence. However, no one knew the extent of their power.

All of the elders present, including the one that had already broken through the Martial Venerable Realm, had never seen a Martial Saint expert display a movement before.

But finally, they would have the chance to see it.

Though Martial Saint and Half-Saint powerhouse were completely two different concepts, it would still help them understand the gap of power between a Martial Saint and a Martial Venerable.

"Ancestor, save me." At this moment, Jian Lei mustered all the strength he had as he shouted towards the old man, pleading him to save his life. His face had turned red due to the lack of oxygen from being choked.

Even before the old man had made his appearance, Ling Chen\'s right hand which he was using to hold Jian Lei by the neck in the air had already transformed into a beast claw.

If he wanted, with just a single movement, he could absorb the blood and life essence of Jian Lei.

The old man looked at Jian Lei with a disappointed look on his face and then looked down at the inner sect region that already turned into a wasteland.

"Is this your doing?." The old man suddenly asked Ling Chen in a cold icy tone while ignoring Jian Lei\'s pleading. There was an endless authority contained within his voice. It even caused those that heard it have respect and fear born in their hearts.

"Ohh this! Yeah, I did that." Answered Ling Chen with a demonic and playful smile on his face. Though Ling Chen was facing a half-Saint Powerhouse, he didn\'t look frightened at all.

"You don\'t feel scared in front of me. Instead, your battle intent is so violent right now. You have a lot of guts." The old man said as he was looking at the calm Ling Chen who didn\'t have a trace of fear on his face.

"However, if you know what\'s good for you, I suggest you let that lad go." Added the old man with his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The ancestor wanted to save Jian Lei since it was not easy to train a descendant. Jian Lei had the highest potential of breaking through the legendary Martial Saint after him. From all the elders, his talents and sword Dao aptitude were the highest. Because of that, though he was disappointed that he wasn\'t able to even take care of a little boy, he still decided to show up to save him.

The ancestor looked calm as he was asserting the situation. He knew that he wouldn\'t be able to save Jian Lei with brute strength no matter how strong he was.

And with the way Ling Chen was holding Jian Lei, he could kill him in less than a second if he wanted to. As such, he didn\'t dare to make a move.

If it wasn\'t for Jian Lei being a hostage, he would have pounced forward and cut that little bastard into countless pieces already.

"Little bastard, Listen! Even your father would die if he comes to our sect." With the ancestor backing him up, Jian Lei became more courageous despite being in Ling Chen\'s clutches.

He struggled to breathe before he continued to shout." If you want to live, I suggest you let me go and gave us the Devouring Battle Technique otherwise your—"

"Puchi!"

It was a familiar scene. Before Jian Lei could even finish talking, Ling Chen had already pierced through his neck with his beastly claws and absorbed his blood and life essence in a flash.

Once he was done, he threw the body to the side like trash without batting an eye. then rubbed both of his bloody palms together in a carefree and calm manner like nothing had happened before he coldly said:" How many times do I have to tell you people that I hate it when people threaten me."