Ling Chen, his eyes blood-red, exuded a feral, wild aura. It was as if he had transformed into a wild beast.
The dormant power of the Heavenly Emperor Heavy Sword was very eerie—it was better left unused. Every time Ling Chen used it, he lost his sanity and descended into madness.
Once or twice was tolerable, but if used too often, Ling Chen himself might be influenced by this eerie power. If not for his incredibly powerful Cultivation of the Ling Tian Sword Scripture, coupled with his defensive Sword Intent and the Great Ethic protecting him, he would have succumbed to demonic deviation and completely lost his sanity.
"You little beast, prepare to die!"
Lin Ba noticed something was off about Ling Chen but dismissed it, thinking Ling Chen was merely in a desperate, frantic struggle on the verge of death.
His palm knife cut through the air, fiercely aiming for Ling Chen's neck.
