C1042 Lightning Cut
C1042 Lightning Cut
The sky changed color, and lightning flashed in all directions.
Above the ninth heaven, tens of thousands of lightning pillars were gathering towards the Holy Thunder Halberd like silver snakes.
Han Chen held onto the halberd with both of his hands, the halberd pointed downwards, and with the momentum of flying, he conjured a strong and surging force and rushed towards Lian Ningsheng who was below him.
"Clang!"
In the air, a slender pillar of lightning appeared. At this moment, Han Chen was like a bolt of lightning that came from the heavens, his entire body releasing an endless destructive aura.
The expressions of everyone present changed.
The pupils of Lian Ningsheng, who had transformed into a giant, constricted. The right claw in her left hand extended out at the same time, grabbing towards Han Chen.
"Swoosh!"
Then, Han Chen actually directly passed through the gap between Lian Ningsheng's arms. The Holy Thunder Halberd above his head erupted with resplendent silver light, and balls of spiralling airwaves swept out in the air;
"Kill!"
A hurricane sprang up as the air currents danced.
Han Chen's eyes flashed with dense fierceness, and the Holy Thunder Halberd in his hands directly pierced towards the center of Lian Ningsheng's chest.
"Boom boom boom!"
The heavy explosion caused the air to vibrate intensely and continuously, the dazzling lightning accompanied by the resplendent sparks of light exploded in front of Lian Ningsheng like a mountain.
The expressions of everyone present changed drastically. All of their hearts were in their throats.
"Bang bang!"
Immediately after, the extremely violent Holy Thunder Halberd in Han Chen's hand forcibly broke through Lian Ningsheng's defense, and entered into her chest at any point of time.
"AHH!" A miserable wail came out of Lian Ningsheng's mouth, her eyes were wide open, and it looked like they were about to split.
"Sizzle sizzle!"
The Holy Thunder Halberd that had entered Lian Ningsheng's body released another wave of dazzling lightning. A water tank-thick lightning pillar pierced through Lian Ningsheng's body with shocking speed, and easily split apart his skin and flesh, reaching straight to her lower abdomen where her Dantian was.
Lian Ningsheng's face changed drastically as she roared in anger, "No!"
"Boom boom boom!"
An extremely intense explosion sounded out from Lian Ningsheng's lower abdomen, and the incomparably violent energy of lightning, like a terrifying slicing knife, directly extended towards Lian Ningsheng's primordial spirit, and the concentrated lightning blades instantly shattered it.
"Hiss!"
The appearance of this scene made everyone in the arena gasp. Looking at Lian Ningsheng's shattered primordial spirit, everyone present felt their scalps go numb.
Terror, shock, bewilderment, disbelief
Many negative emotions surged in the hearts of the people, was Han Chen really only at the sixth stage of the long habitat?
Even though they had seen it with their own eyes, they still couldn't believe what had just happened.
With his primordial spirit destroyed, Lian Ningsheng's aura sharply decreased. His scarlet eyes were filled with endless hatred as he mustered the last of his boundless energy, raised his sharp claws and ruthlessly smashed towards Han Chen.
"AHH!" I want to tear you into a thousand pieces. "
"Bam!"
The heavy explosion set off a chaotic wave of martial energy. A circle of condensed energy spread through the air like a ring of light. The scene of the vast soup was just like the ripples on the surface of a water surface being infinitely enlarged.
After this fierce clash, Han Chen and Lian Ningsheng both retreated backwards. However, the latter was pushed back.
Lian Ningsheng's body shrunk rapidly. One hundred meters, fifty meters, twenty meters, ten meters …
In the blink of an eye, he had returned to his original height. Under the shocked gaze of everyone present, Lian Ningsheng landed heavily on the altar, his face facing the sky, his entire body bloodied, with a silver Holy Thunder Halberd inserted in the center of his chest. The wound from his chest to his lower abdomen was extremely shocking. One could faintly see his internal organs being ground up in a mess of flesh and blood.
"My god!"
The faces of the surrounding crowd grew paler and paler. Was this man really Lian Ningsheng? The answer was yes.
On the other hand, Han Chen, who was in the air, was also in a rather sorry state. There was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, but other than that, there were no other injuries.
The dance of sand and wind stained the blue sky with blood.
Han Chen stood proudly in the air, his imposing manner shockingly suppressing the entire audience. Immediately after, his eyes narrowed as he cast a sharp gaze at Qin Hao, Ji Bin and Tong Zhan, who were standing on the other side.
At this moment, Qin Hao and the other two had long since lost all their courage, and their fear had reached the extreme.
They really did not expect that a fierce genius like Lian Ningsheng was unable to kill Han Chen. Endless terror struck them, and the three of them only had one thought on their minds.
Flee!
"Let's go!" Qin Hao bellowed.
The three of them turned around and fled. Han Chen's eyes focused as his lips moved, and he spat out a few words, "Kill them!"
Kill them!
Each word was like a needle piercing his ear.
Yan Wu, Shen Yu, Chi Ming, Mu Tianen and the rest of the Cold Alliance s all stepped onto the air and flew up. However, Mo Hen, who was the closest to them, immediately turned into a ray of light and headed towards the three of them.
The fierce flowing lights were like the flying shuttle chasing after the moon. The three people who were too focused on escaping didn't even have the slightest intention to fight. When Mo Hen arrived in front of the three of them, a bright and resplendent sword light swept over, the force of its rushing wind nearly ripping space apart.
"Hiss!"
A sword light flashed, and blood rained down. Following that, three round heads flew out at the same time.
Three famous geniuses were killed in an instant, causing the surrounding people's expressions to change again and again. There were even a few people who were almost scared to death.
The entire altar descended into a deathly silence as everyone turned silent. Their gazes were filled with fear and reverence as they stared at Han Chen and the rest of the Cold Alliance.
"Swoosh!"
Han Chen's figure moved, and landed beside Lian Ningsheng who was on the stage. The latter still had one breath remaining, and looked like she was firmly nailed to the ground by Holy Thunder Halberd, unable to move.
Fresh blood continuously flowed out from Lian Ningsheng's mouth as she glared at Han Chen with a venomous face. With a hoarse voice, she shouted, "I, I will not let you go even if I were to become a ghost."
"Ha!" Han Chen sneered, ridicule could be seen between his brows, "You can't even beat me while I'm alive, what are you going to use to fight me if you're dead?"
Lian Ningsheng clenched her teeth, her bloodied face twisted like a demon's.
Immediately after, Han Chen's palm moved, and a strong devouring force exploded out, "Weng!" With a trembling sound, a ball of 'Desolate Source' that was the size of a fist was extracted from Lian Ningsheng's body.
The eyes of the surrounding people lit up as they looked at the source of the desolation.
Han Chen magnanimously kept it in his body, and then lightly ridiculed, "Thank you Sir Lian for helping me gather such a cluster of Desolate Source, I will gladly accept it!"
"You?" Lian Ningsheng was so angry that her entire body was trembling, and she trembled a few times, "Wa!" She spat out a large mouthful of blood, then her head tilted to the side and her eyes became dim.
Dead!
At the last moment, he was still angered to death.
The surrounding people secretly shook their heads. Lian Ningsheng had been in the limelight for a long time, it was unknown how many halos of light were gathered on her body, but today she had died, dying such a miserable death, it was truly a fortuitous event.
Han Chen indifferently glanced at Lian Ningsheng's corpse and retrieved the Holy Thunder Halberd back. Then, his gaze landed on Zhang Jingjing.
This genius from the Southern Wasteland had been pestering Mo Hen from the beginning, wanting to take advantage of the situation to snatch the Sky Sword away. If not for him, Lian Ningsheng would not have attacked Han Chen.
Everyone looked at Zhang Jingjing strangely. The latter's brows were tightly knitted, and a sense of solemnity gushed out from his eyes.
The atmosphere on the altar became more tense once again, now that Zhang Jingzhao was not facing only Mo Hen, there was also the terrifying Han Chen.
The only person at the scene who could help him was the genius from the Central Star Region, Laura.
However, Luo Yi and Zhang Jingzhuang were neither relatives nor relatives. She had no reason to help them.
"What do you want?" Zhang Jingzhao could not bear Han Chen's sharp gaze, he held the broadsword tightly and bellowed.
Han Chen lifted his eyelids slightly, and replied coldly. "Hand over the origin of desolation that you have collected, and then, you can leave."
"Crash!"
The surrounding crowd stirred up quite a bit of commotion as they all whispered amongst themselves.
Mo Hen's eyes couldn't help but light up, and the gaze he used to look at Han Chen with was filled with praise.
Zhang Jingtian's eyebrows furrowed even deeper as he scolded in a low voice, "I came here for the origin of desolation. If I were to give it to you, wouldn't I have come here for nothing?"
"You have no choice." Han Chen's voice was filled with irresistibility.
"Hmph, then what if I don't hand it over?"
"It's simple. I, Han Chen, have never been merciful towards an enemy."
Just as he finished speaking, Mo Hen had already flashed to Han Chen's side, while Cold Alliance and all the geniuses of the Nan Gong Family also walked forward one after another.
"You?" Zhang Jingchao's expression changed again and again, and he couldn't help but regret that he should have left earlier.
After a moment of thought, Zhang Jingzhao finally chose to put his life on the line. With a move of his mind, a ball of Desolate Origin that was around the same size as Lian Ningsheng was released from the center of his palm.
"Swoosh!"
Zhang Jing waved his hand, and the group of Desolate Source Spirit rushed towards Han Chen, who raised his arm and retrieved the Desolate Source Spirit under the envious gaze of the surrounding people.
"Can I leave now?" Zhang Jingzhuang said in an especially unfriendly tone.
Han Chen raised his hand, "Please do!"
"Humph!" Zhang Jingzhao's face was gloomy, he had a stomach full of fire, he looked deeply at Han Chen and Mo Hen, and then with a movement of his body, he transformed into a ray of light and disappeared into the horizon.
"Let's go as well!" Han Chen turned and looked at the people behind him.
The crowd did not have any objections, and solemnly nodded their heads in agreement. Mo Siqi glanced at Han Chen, as if asking something. Han Chen did not speak, and indicated for the other party to come along.
Following which, the crowd surrounding the Great Desolate Hall gradually dispersed. Everyone's heart was heavy. However, for some people, they were destined to stay here forever, eventually turning into dust.