Supreme Divine Book

Blood rained down and killing intent filled the air.    

Along with an especially sharp and ear-piercing sound, the eardrums of over 200,000 geniuses in the arena were pierced with incomparable pain. The visual impact nearly made everyone's eyeballs pop out.    

"Ah!"    

A painful scream came out of Feng Haoyue's mouth as Han Chen's sword cut off his entire arm, and cut off all the arm that was close to his left shoulder.    

"Boom!"    

In the minds of everyone present, it was as if there was a thunderclap.    

The appearance of this scene almost made everyone's eyeballs pop out. Countless geniuses were as shocked as the cold cicadas. There were even countless people whose legs were trembling, almost falling to the ground.    

The entire Sky King Mountain fell into silence.    

Only Feng Haoyue's miserable cries could be heard.    

The peak of the main mountain!    

Even the judge Su Wen was scared silly and stood dumbstruck on the spot.    

The nine powerful guests had all stood up from their stone chairs. None of them were locked in their seats, and their faces were filled with an unprecedented look of shock.    

"It can't be wrong, it definitely can't be wrong!" The vice pavilion master of the Nine Heavens Pavilion, Yan Wuji, lost her voice as she muttered.    

"This is that person's martial art!" Illusory Sky Sect Palace Master Lianyu also slightly moved his red lips.    

The erect snake eyes of the Demon race's Dark Emperor slightly trembled as he clearly spat out a few words from his mouth which was covered by a veil.    

"Sword Drawing Sky Slaying Art, the martial art of the Seven Nights Saint Ruler!"    

The voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could clearly hear it.    

"Boom!"    

With this said, the crowd immediately burst into an uproar.    

Sword Drawing Heaven Severing Art!    

Seven Nights Saint Ruler!    

These words echoed in his ears like thunder in a clear sky.    

Anyone who knew a bit about the history of the demon race would know of the name 'Seven Nights Saint Ruler'. He was one of the two great rulers of the demon race, and was also once the overlord of one of the five continents.    

The Sword Drawing Arts that had gone extinct for thousands of years once again appeared. The degree of shock it brought upon others far surpassed the moment Feng Haoyue unleashed his Nine Suns.    

"Ah!"    

"Brat, you dare to injure me!? I will dismember your body into ten thousand pieces!"    

Feng Haoyue roared in anger, his eyes releasing a red light, his handsome face contorted in anger. It raised a wave of fury that overflowed into the heavens as it charged towards Han Chen.    

But compared to before, Feng Haoyue's mind was already in a mess, the spirit force he released was extremely chaotic.    

Han Chen's face revealed a sneer, and then, his figure flashed, and the enraged astral sword was like a dragon emerging from the ocean, it rushed towards the opponent.    

"Han Chen, be lenient!"    

Great Elder Fu Shan immediately advised. No matter what, Feng Haoyue was still a genius disciple that the Sacred Gate had spent a lot of effort to cultivate. It would be a pity if he was killed just like that.    

"Boom boom boom!"    

And just as he finished speaking, the endless thick sword aura directly struck Feng Haoyue's body.    

The violent explosion was just like a tsunami, a ring of condensed white air currents blooming in the sky.    

's clothes on his chest immediately burst apart, his five organs were displaced, his bones were shattered, and large mouthfuls of fresh blood spurted out of his mouth.    

"Swoosh!"    

Han Chen's figure moved, and flashed above Feng Haoyue like a ghost, as his ice-cold eyes flashed with endless hostility. "I've said it before, you will be beaten into a dead dog by me today. Restrain your arrogant attitude forever!"    

"Bam!"    

In the next moment, Han Chen's leg viciously kicked the opponent's face.    

"Wah!"    

Scarlet blood spurted out of Feng Haoyue's mouth along with his broken teeth. The shocking impact of the hidden force directly caused Feng Haoyue to fall from the sky.    

"Swoosh!"    

The speed at which Feng Haoyue fell was as quick as a cannonball.    

Under the shocked gaze of over two hundred thousand people, Feng Haoyue smashed onto the ground heavily, rocks flew, and dust flew. Soon after, a huge crater appeared on the ground.    

In the sinkhole, the previously majestic and majestic Feng Haoyue was now covered in blood and was lying on the pile of rocks, shivering non-stop, looking extremely miserable.    

Silence!    

It was absolutely dead silent!    

The hearts of every genius in the arena trembled.    

Such an outcome was something that no one had ever dreamed of.    

All races contend for supremacy, the pinnacle of duels    

Feng Haoyue, the popular king of the Sacred Gate, had actually lost so miserably, so miserably.    

Nine Heavens Pavilion Ye Xiu, Illusory Sky Sect Ming Tong, Spirit Demoness Pu Wang, Heaven's End female Qing Ying, Holy Beast Race Gold Cong, Emperor Star Tiger Shi Hui, Demon Region Long Kui, and the Demon race's Xiao Ran.    

These sage realm geniuses were all silent. At this moment, they were all reduced to nothing, and their faces were all tranquil and pale.    

Only the young man in the sky was the brightest star.    

In the Sacred Gate's team.    

Qu Bin, arcane dust's face was ashen. Both of them were trembling with fear, like a cicada in winter. The two of them could not help but worry for the days to come.    

Since Qu Bin's primordial spirit had been crippled, it would only be a menial job if it were to stay in the Holy Gate.    

As for the arcane dust, he didn't even dare go to the Sacred Gate anymore. In his eyes, Han Chen had never been so 'terrifying' before.    

At this time, the ones with the most complicated feelings were the little overlord Zhao Qi, the little king Li Qing Tong, the Soul Laying Bell, and the Southern Wasteland Ma Yuxuan.    

These geniuses would shine with glory in the Thousand Veins Martial Meeting.    

However, he had become a passerby in the struggle for supremacy amongst the thousands of clans. However, that person had used his earth-shattering power to shock everyone present.    

In the minds of many of these people, the scene at the Buddhist headquarters at the Thunderclap Temple surfaced in their minds.    

At that time, even Han Chen was unable to endure Feng Haoyue's aura.    

A stubborn figure covered in blood stood up straight. With every step he took, he left behind a bloody footprint. He also left behind a promise of 'Today's humiliation, I will definitely return it'.    

The funniest thing was that almost everyone had thought that his promise was just a pipe dream.    

After two and a half years, Han Chen smacked everyone in the face with an expression of shock.    

There was no lack of Han Chen obtaining the Seven Nights Saint Ruler's inheritance due to good luck, but, he fulfilled this promise perfectly.    

The geniuses of the Cold Alliance were all in deep shock.    

Xue Xi, Shen Yu's two best friends of Han Chen's, at the same time, found it hard to believe, their hearts ached.    

They didn't know what exactly had happened to Han Chen during these two years of time, but just by thinking about it, they could understand that in the process of him becoming a saint, there must have been layers of dangers.    

"This guy!" Yan Wu took a deep breath, and a complicated smile rose on her devilish face.    

Right at this moment of absolute silence, Mu Tianen suddenly took a few steps forward and shouted.    

"Han Chen, Champion!"    

"Rumble!"    

The hearts of everyone present trembled, and then Chi Ming shouted in agreement, "Han Chen, Champion!"    

"Han Chen, Champion!"    

Cold Alliance and the group shouted out in unison, and then the people from the Barren Star Sea, and then the Emperor Star Tiger Clan's Baize and Qi Qi. In the end, countless of people from the entire audience were led forward.    

"Han Chen, Champion!"    

"Han Chen, Champion!"    

The overwhelming momentum became more orderly and dense, as more and more people joined in the cheers.    

No matter how much 'contempt' Han Chen suffered from before, at this moment in time, he was the most dazzling star in the arena.    

The peak of the main mountain!    

The expressions of the nine guests had all eased up, but on their faces, traces of shock could still be seen.    

"This is truly a fearsome thing for the younger generation to do!" Spirit Demoness Elder Pu Shiqiao sighed.    

"Hehe, it is fortunate that I came today. Otherwise, I would have truly regretted missing out on such an exciting and flourishing scene." Illusory Sky Sect Palace Master Lianyu said with a faint smile.    

The Great Elder of the Sacred Gate, Fu Shan, also heaved a sigh of relief, Han Chen was not able to finish Feng Haoyue off. This could also be considered to restrain the loss of the holy gate.    

Actually, even if Fu Shan did not stop him, Feng Haoyue's life would not have been in danger.    

The reason was very simple. After going through so many trials and hardships, Han Chen was also very comprehensive in his thinking. After all, he hadn't even become an official disciple of the Sacred Gate and if he were to kill Feng Haoyue before then, he would face the people of the Sacred Gate in the future.    

No matter what, leave something for us to see in the future.    

Unless they touched upon Han Chen's bottom line, under normal circumstances, they would not be so ruthless.    

At this moment, it was time to announce the final result of the judge.    

Shangguan Su Wen turned his head to look at the Great Clan Elder Fu Shan, waiting for him to nod his head, then turned to face the two hundred thousand plus people in front.    

"I declare that the battle for supremacy among all clans has thus come to an end. Champion, Sacred Gate, Han Chen. "    

Shangguan Su Wen purposefully used the word 'Gate' to express his intention.    

However, the rest of the people present did not care about that much. They all directly broke out into waves of cheers and applause.    

"Han Chen, Champion!"    

"Big brother, you're amazing! I admire you so much!"    

"Haha, Han Chen, you are simply insane! But I, Mu Tianen, like it, haha. "    

Everyone in Cold Alliance was clapping so hard that they were about to turn red. Ming Ruo, Ye Xiaoke, Guan Ye and the other girls were jumping around even more, looking exceptionally lively.    

This was a battle between two peerless geniuses.    

Hundred Year Grand Ceremony, Taotie Feast.    

Han Chen stood proudly in the sky, his entire body releasing an extraordinary and refined aura. A trace of a knowing smile was revealed on his face.    

On the summit of the main mountain, the nine guest experts were also having their final conversation with each other.    

Only the Demon Emperor Chi Xi gazed coldly at Han Chen who was in the air in front of him.    

One had to know, what Han Chen had received was the stunning inheritance of the Seven Nights Saint Ruler s, but the other party had actually thrown himself into the holy sect. It was unknown what Jia Xi was thinking.    

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