Supreme Divine Book

When the tenth round of the competition was over, everyone on the stage couldn't help but tense up. All of their hearts were in their throats.    

    

"The arcane dust must have won first place this time."    

    

"It's also possible that he would be killed without mercy."    

    

"The arcane dust's hope is the most likely."    

    

Everyone was filled with anticipation as countless pairs of eyes filled with restlessness stared fixedly at the three illusory figures above the Qiankun sphere.    

    

The shadow became more solid and soon revealed its true form.    

    

The crowd immediately ignored two. Three figures, all of their attention was focused on the first figure.    

    

However, the silhouette of the person who took first place was slender, handsome, and had a resolute appearance. It was as if the silhouette was carved with a guillotine. When they saw this person, everyone's pupils couldn't help but constrict.    

    

The other party was Han Chen.    

    

"Boom!"    

    

An unprecedented sensation exploded on the roof in all four directions. The violent turmoil was like an erupting volcano, attacking the minds and minds of everyone present.    

    

It's Han Chen again!    

    

Taking first place in five consecutive rounds, this result directly suppressed the arcane dust.    

    

The audience was in an uproar as all sorts of gasps and exclamations filled the air.    

    

At this moment, even the three great elders on the eastern platform could not help but stand up from their stone chairs. The three of them looked at each other and all saw the astonishment in each other's eyes.    

    

"With this, there will only be one last round of competition!" Chi Song squinted his eyes as a meaningful smile emerged on his face.    

    

Inside the Qiankun ball, in the space of the battlefield.    

    

At this moment, atop a misty bridge.    

    

This was a magnificent stone bridge that spanned across the vast surface of the river. The width of the river was over ten miles. As for this majestic bridge, it stretched across several dozen li of the river as if it were a divine dragon protecting this place.    

    

The wide and grand bridge looked very old, as if it had existed for a very long time.    

    

However, the surface of the bridge was relatively smooth and there were fewer potholes. The surface was extremely thick, giving people a feeling of safety and comfort. He was not worried that the bridge would collapse because it could not withstand the wind and the waves.    

    

However, Han Chen, who was on the bridge now, was shrouded in danger from all sides.    

    

Until now, Han Chen still did not know who his opponent was.    

    

Han Chen and his opponent arrived at the battlefield at about the same time. Han Chen was slightly ahead by a few seconds, and before he could properly check the terrain of the arena, his opponent had already arrived. Furthermore, the moment the other party arrived, he immediately went into hiding, but Han Chen wasn't even able to clearly see the opponent's appearance.    

    

This was one of the few opponents that Han Chen had ever met that could surpass him in terms of speed! This match truly made him feel a sense of crisis.    

    

"This should be the last match!" Han Chen muttered softly, his pitch black eyes flickered with a cautious light. and move carefully across the bridge deck.    

    

To be able to reach this step, the participants must all be monstrous geniuses with formidable strength.    

    

Most geniuses wouldn't fight for time like they did in the previous battles. This was because this was the final round of the competition. Once one lost, all the efforts made earlier would be for naught.    

    

Therefore, in this round of battle, he must pay full attention to his opponent, and not be the slightest bit sloppy.    

    

Han Chen clearly understood that this was going to be a battle of patience, even if it would take three days and three nights, he could not be anxious.    

    

"Buzz buzz!"    

    

In all directions, there was a vast expanse of white fog. Even someone with the eyesight of the ninth level of the long habitat was unable to see through it. Han Chen stealthily used her origin soul's perception to test where his opponent was.    

    

However, unexpectedly, his Primordial Spirit Perception was unable to spread out. It was like touching an iron plate, compressed into a very small range.    

    

Was it the fog?    

    

Han Chen frowned, and could not help but be secretly shocked.    

    

He had originally thought that this fog was just a smokescreen used by the other party to confuse him. He hadn't thought that it would even block his Primordial Spirit Perception. His opponent's ability was much stronger than what he had imagined.    

    

"Swoosh!"    

    

Abruptly, a sharp and piercing wind power attacked from above. Han Chen's pupils contracted slightly as the other party finally started to attack. He immediately dodged to the back.    

    

"Ding Ding!"    

    

Clear and crisp clashing of iron weapons, two sharp daggers and darts impressively appeared on the stone bridge where Han Chen was standing just now. The dart penetrated deep into the stone, leaving only a small section outside.    

    

Han Chen did not dare to be careless. With a thought, the Sky Sword appeared in his hand.    

    

"Boom!"    

    

In an instant, a surging sword force exploded out of Han Chen's body, and the gorgeous seven colored light mixed with the blue lustre of the Sky Sword, forming circular flowing waves of air.    

    

A divine tool in the palm of his hand. It was extremely imposing.    

    

The dense fog surrounding Han Chen was immediately repelled.    

    

Right at this moment, hurried footsteps came from within the fog, and these footsteps actually came from all directions from all over the place. Han Chen was actually unable to determine the exact direction.    

    

"Whoosh!"    

    

Within the dense fog, it was like a ghostly shadow flashing about.    

    

Without giving Han Chen any time to react, a white figure rushed out like a ghost, straight towards Han Chen's throat with a sharp weapon. The white figure was wrapped in a white mist, making it impossible to discern its appearance or figure. With a speed as fast as lightning, he instantly arrived in front of Han Chen.    

    

"Humph!"    

    

Han Chen's eyes flashed with a cold glint, and with a backhand slash, the Sky Sword released a dazzling radiance and directly cut the opponent into two halves. The white figure immediately turned into a cloud of smoke and fog, dancing in the air as it blended into the surrounding fog.    

    

Clone?    

    

When the white mist disappeared, Han Chen suddenly heard a clear and melodious silver bell ringing.    

    

The moving silver bell was especially ethereal. It was like passing through mountains and rivers, tracing back to the sounds from beyond the heavens that came from the rivers and valleys. It was clearly just a light ring, but Han Chen's eardrums involuntarily trembled, and his mind had even momentarily become blurry.    

    

"This bell?" "Could it be?"    

    

"Whoosh!" Accompanying the intoxicating bell sound, a gentle breeze blew over, and a blurry shadow flew past in front of his eyes.    

    

"Hiss!"    

    

A string of blood splattered in the air. Han Chen instantly felt a sharp pain in his chest, along with his torn clothes. A long and narrow wound appeared on his chest.    

    

"That was close!" Han Chen was secretly shocked, luckily he had dodged fast enough, if not he would have suffered more than just a small cut.    

    

Not bothering with the injuries on his chest, Han Chen leapt into the air and flew high up in the sky. But at that moment, the melodious silver bell rang out once again.    

    

"Ding Ling"    

    

When the bell rang,'s consciousness blurred once again, like that invisible hand that had plucked at his heartstrings.    

    

"Humph!"    

    

Han Chen immediately used his Sky Sword to create a dense sword aura, the sharp destructive sword force was like a surging tide, sweeping out towards all directions from all directions.    

    

As the Sword Qi spread out, the attacking range was relatively large, but the Sword Aura's intensity was also relatively weaker.    

    

The opponent that was hidden in the dense fog had also grabbed onto this point firmly. Disregarding the large area of the astral sword that Han Chen had released, he directly transformed into a afterimage of a ray of light and flashed behind Han Chen, his sharp short sword piercing straight towards the opponent's back.    

    

"Bang bang!"    

    

The sharp attack easily broke through the weak sword aura and continued to attack Han Chen's back.    

    

"Sacred Earthguard Armor!"    

    

Han Chen secretly shouted, as he quickly released the earth attributed Martial Spirit, causing a golden-brown, flowing shadow armor to instantly cover his entire body.    

    

"Bam!"    

    

The sharp dagger firmly pierced through the layers of the Shadow Armour, an exceptionally strong impact force directly caused the armor on Han Chen's back to crack and crack. The shattered armor was like shattered ice crystal glass, recklessly flying high up in the sky.    

    

The Earth Saint Armor was not Holy Armor, but a defensive technique that Han Chen had learned.    

    

The defensive power of the armor that was formed using earth attribute martial spirit was raised along with Han Chen's own cultivation.    

    

With Han Chen's current strength, the defensive power of the Earth Sacred Armor was no less than that of a top grade Sacred Armor.    

    

And such a top grade saint armor had been easily shattered by his opponent's sword.    

    

But, Han Chen did not have the time to care about how strong the opponent was, he turned around and struck with his sword with his fastest speed.    

    

This astonishing sword force was actually slightly faster than his opponent's.    

    

"Ding Ling!"    

    

But at that moment, the irritating bell rang again.    

    

The bell rang, shocking everyone!    

    

This strange bell sound seemed to form a formless sound wave in the air. Han Chen who was under the attack of the sound wave felt his mind tremble, and released the sword force which caused him to pause a little.    

    

"Swoosh!"    

    

The sharp Sky Sword cut across the air, causing space to distort to the extreme and the ghost-like figure also failed to complete its attack. Following that, he disappeared into the dense fog, and once again disappeared from Han Chen's field of vision.    

    

This person was actually so cautious, not even slightly different from when Han Chen was fighting face to face. He used the mist and the bell's sound to confuse one's mind, and relied on his own advantage to attack step by step.    

    

Han Chen, who was in the midst of the dense fog, had a serious expression on his face.    

    

"Seems like the priority is to dispel this mist!"    

    

Han Chen squinted his eyes, and in an instant, a burst of aura that overflowed into the heavens burst out, accompanied with an incomparably hot air wave, endless blue flames of the demonic flame, like a volcano that erupted, covering every direction, completely engulfing the entire battlefield.    

    

"The demonic flame's sacred art!"    

    

The flames of the demonic flame soaring into the sky was comparable to the explosive current of water, causing the space to be scorched until it became distorted and indeterminate.    

    

Once the white fog touched the blue demonic flame, it was as if it met its nemesis and was quickly dispersed.    

    

Han Chen waved his sword, the demonic flame's fire swept in all directions with the force of a vortex. The fog that covered the bridge quickly revealed its original appearance.