98 The Destruction of the supreme Sword Dao Sect XI (2/2)

At the same time, they carefully scanned the destroyed mountain with their spiritual sense for him to no avail. It seemed that he had turned to a bloody paste, gone from this world forever.

”I'm sure he's dead.” This thought became commonplace among the elders.

”He's dead, absolutely dead.” Another great elder took a deep breath and finally smiled.

”Yes.” Another elder said coldly: ”No Martial Venerable realm warrior can survive that powerful palm attack.”

”Okay, there's no way he's still alive.” The crowd thought the same way while looking at the crumbled mountain.

They were all rejoicing, knowing that Ling Chen was dead. Though they couldn't get the devouring battle technique from him, they were still satisfied because this little bastard was too devilish. If it wasn't for the ancestor, they would have turned into the little bastard's nutrients. Even the sect master had fallen into his clutch, not to mention them.

Right now, they were all glad that their worst nightmare had ended.

However;

Bang!

A loud banging sound could be heard as a small figure flew out the destroyed mountain, causing debris to splash everywhere.

”Fiendgod!” Someone shrilly screamed.

”Fiendgod!” Others shouted as well.

To be perfectly frank, some might have soiled their pants after seeing him again. Even the old man was surprised to see Ling Chen alive as a hint of shock flashed across his eyes.

At this moment, Ling Chen stood on the already destroyed mountain covered in dirt and seemed to be in a sorry state. His entire body was covered with blood and his face was pale.

” Oh? You aren't too bad little brat, capable of surviving an attack of mine.” The old man chuckled, seemingly amused.

”However, don't be too proud. I merely used 50% of my strength on this attack!”

At this moment, not to mention the great elders, even Ling Chen couldn't help but be stunned at the old man's words.

Merely 50 percent power?

That move just then, which struck fear deep in everyone's hearts, had only consisted of 50 percent of his strength?

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” 50 percent power?” Ling Chen shrunk his eyes.

It seemed like he still had underestimated the true power of a Half-Saint powerhouse.

He had used every ounce of his strength just to fend off that move just then. And yet he was still at an enormous disadvantage as he was struck flying like a fly. Yet, that old bastard had only used 50 percent of his strength.

If a move with 50 percent of strength was that powerful, then what about a 100 percent?

Ling Chen's eyes couldn't help but become cold. He suddenly realized that he had met a worthy foe.