Inverse Sword Mad God
Chapter 652 - 652 650 Yan Chitian

652: Chapter 650 Yan Chitian 652: Chapter 650 Yan Chitian Happy Forest is the largest place of carefree joy in the entire Sand Domain.

It’s where countless martial artists live a life of drunken dreams.

And Yan Chitian was right here.

Lin Xuan sped along, turning into a streak of light, rushing from the depths of Sunset Desert.

In the desert, a stretch of greenery appeared, with an emerald lake like a gem inlaid in the earth, surrounded by swaying trees, making rustling sounds.

By the lake, amidst the lush greenery, a group of beauties in light gossamer frolicked, with fine wine and gourmet food spread about them.

This was no desert, but more like a mortal Heaven.

Lin Xuan descended from the sky, drawing countless gazes.

There was no helping it; he was too conspicuous.

His clothes were tattered and stained with blood, and a killing aura enveloped him, making him look nothing like someone here to enjoy the pleasures.

“Friend, what brings you here?”

A middle-aged man in a purple robe appeared, looking at Lin Xuan with a serious tone.

The power backing Happy Forest was immense.

Even the city lord would show them respect, so they were not afraid of someone causing trouble.

“Looking for someone,” Lin Xuan said, not wishing to start a conflict with Happy Forest.

Looking for someone?

The purple-robed middle-aged man frowned.

He could sense the powerful aura emanating from Lin Xuan, the power of a Martial Soul Embryo.

“Who are you looking for?”

He asked seriously.

To Lin Xuan, a genius martial artist with an infinite future, he would not rashly offend.

“Yan Chitian.”

The pupils of the purple-robed middle-aged man constricted.

The person the other party was looking for was the Sha Domain Genius!

The gossamer-clad beauties around them were also surprised, their beautiful eyes flitting over Lin Xuan.

“Alright, I’ll take you to him.”

He turned and left swiftly.

Lin Xuan reined in his aura and followed.

This oasis wasn’t large, about a third the size of Quicksand City, but as Lin Xuan walked through it, he was increasingly astonished.

Because Happy Forest was far larger than what it seemed from outside.

Lin Xuan had walked so long, passed countless palace halls, and still hadn’t reached the end.

Finally, the purple-robed middle-aged man stopped in front of a bamboo grove.

By now, Lin Xuan was certain that he was no longer in the desert, but in some peculiar space.

Because the scene in front of him was definitely not a desert landscape, but more like an imperial courtyard.

This must be a unique small space, just like the exotic auction.

“I can go in by myself,” Lin Xuan said.

The middle-aged man nodded and then left.

Ahead, a young man sat with his back to Lin Xuan in the middle of the bamboo grove, his right hand holding a wine jug, his left arm around a beauty – an image of utmost carefree joy.

Lin Xuan looked at the figure ahead without moving, but his brow furrowed slightly.

He could sense that although Yan Chitian was indulging in pleasure, he had not let down his guard, especially after his own entrance.

It seemed that the other party could also sense his presence.

“I really didn’t expect it to be you coming,” Yan Chitian laughed loudly, embracing the beauty in his arms without turning around.

“Oh?

And who were you expecting?” Lin Xuan countered.

Xiao Li, that battle-madman, or Shen Yaotian, that conceited fellow.

“But it’s all the same if you came, because your end will be the same, all of you will be trampled under my feet,” Yan Chitian laughed heartily, his black hair fluttered, and demon patterns appeared on his body, like a Supreme Demon King.

The violent winds around them picked up, and clusters of Demon Cloud floated above, as if the Unparalleled Demon King had descended.

You all may leave, Yan Chitian gulped down the last of his wine and waved away the beauty in his arms and the singing girls behind him.

The gossamer-clad beauty in his arms cast a resentful glance at Yan Chitian, then huffed and quickly left with a group of singing girls.

Suddenly, the entire bamboo forest fell silent, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves.

The two opponents looked at each other, neither making a move, but the atmosphere was gradually getting heavier, as if it were tangible.

Yan Chitian’s body shimmered with demon patterns, as waves of Demonic Qi surged out, weaving through the bamboo forest.

In an instant, the surroundings dimmed, as if clouds had enshrouded the area, accompanied by a somber aura.

Lin Xuan’s body also began to emit tens of thousands of Sword Qi, swiftly piercing into the Demon Cloud.

These Sword Qi were extremely nimble; despite their ferocity and speed, they did not harm a single bamboo.

A muffled sound echoed in the void, like the low and distant peal of thunder.

The energy that exploded turned into vortexes, spiraling amidst the forest; from afar, a cluster of black whirlpools hovered in the air like black holes from the Abyss, exuding a terrifying presence.

Both unleashed their powers with extreme precision, not wasting a drop.

They were not afraid to destroy the bamboo forest, but rather, they chose to exhibit their skills as if savoring the competition.

Demonic Qi soared to the heavens, floating behind Yan Chitian.

Then, the Demon Cloud surged, and one after another, Demon-shaped creatures formed from the Demonic Qi raced out, all ferociously strong and roaring as they ran through the forest.

Demon Soldiers, Demon People, Demon Generals, each wielding various weapons stepped through the air, all hurtling toward Lin Xuan.

Countless Demon Soldiers emerged, bringing with them an overwhelming aura; the entire bamboo forest seemed to transform into a Demon Mountain from the Demon Realm, exceptionally dreadful.

Lin Xuan flicked his fingers, sending streams of Sword Qi that morphed into ferocious Spirit Beasts howling towards the sky.

Giant pythons, Divine Wolves, Griffins, Qiong Qi…

it was as if ancient Fierce Beasts had been resurrected, causing the very earth to tremble.

Nearby Martial Artists watched in terror; they couldn’t see the spectacle, but they knew the figure in the bamboo forest was Yan Chitian.

“Holy shit, someone is actually crossing hands with Yan Chitian!”

“Who could it be?

So formidable, could it be another Heavenly Pride?”

The Martial Artists present were all significant figures, aware of Yan Chitian’s might, an unbeatable presence just below Venerables, and now, someone was challenging him!

They were desperate to know, but the entire bamboo forest was cloaked in Demon Cloud, blocking all sight.

Inside the forest, Sword Qi Spirit Beasts clashed with Demonic Qi Demon Soldiers, brutally ferocious and tremendously bloody.

Fortunately, these were all manifestations of Spiritual Power, and the strength of these Spirit Beasts and Demon Soldiers was tied to Lin Xuan and Yan Chitian.

Eventually, the Spirit Beasts and Demon Soldiers annihilated each other, dissipating into the Void.

“You’re quite good, worth my effort!”

Yan Chitian put away his playful demeanor, a sinister smile emerging on his lips.

Following that, a surge of Demonic Qi exploded as he punched out.

Boom!

The once peaceful bamboo forest instantly became violently tumultuous, turning into ashes in a moment.

The entire Space was filled with billowing Demonic Qi, pitch-black as if covered in tar.

Swoosh!

A streak of Sword Light, like the sun, pierced through the darkness, illuminating the Void.

This Sword Qi was dazzling, like the Fiery Sun overhead, radiating boundless Energy.

Lin Xuan’s sword slashed, splitting the Demonic Cloud in the sky in two, and then he thrust out quickly.

Boom!

The tip of the Longsword collided with the Demon Fist, clanging forcefully; the Space around them cracked like shattered glass, making cracking sounds.

“Silent Annihilation!”

“Slaughter!”

Two forces surged from the Longsword, immediately draining the color from the entire Space.

One side was pitch-black as ink, the other as lurid as blood, with the scents of death and slaughter pervading all around, annihilating all in sight.

“Demon Walks the World!”

Yan Chitian sneered, his body’s demon patterns twinkling, and he threw another punch; billowing Demonic Qi formed into a colossal fist, mercilessly slamming forward.