Supreme Divine Book

In the valley that had been reduced to ruins, a desolate and tragic scene took place.    

    

An endless aura of death permeated the world.    

    

The continuous miserable shrieks scared all the birds and beasts in the surrounding forest. A crazy massacre was going on quietly …    

    

On the ground, a scarlet stream was flowing happily.    

    

One after another, the badly damaged bodies fell to the ground. The sound of sharp weapons slicing through flesh and the sound of fresh blood dancing in the air played a beautiful melody.    

    

Han Chen's scattered limbs were all flung into the air, allowing the Sword Sect's experts' blood to splash onto his body.    

    

"Hiss!"    

    

One after another of the sword sect experts died to Han Chen's sword.    

    

Under the watering of the fresh blood, not only was Han Chen unable to calm down and wake up, his desire to kill had instead become even more intense, and the blood in his body was boiling.    

    

Han Chen was merciless like the unparalleled devil king of the Bloody Slaughter against the common people.    

    

Han Chen was like a death god as he reaped the lives of all the experts from the Sword Sect.    

    

In the past days of being hunted, Han Chen's heart was filled with endless anger and killing intent.    

    

However, Yin Ping's death caused the anger and killing intent accumulated for a long time to swell to a whole new level.    

    

The moment Yin Ping had saved Han Chen earlier, he had already treated him as a friend. For herself, Yin Ping had killed his own sect and betrayed the sword sect.    

    

This gave Han Chen more than just gratitude.    

    

Han Chen had said before, if they were to leave together, as long as he was still alive, Yin Ping would not die.    

    

But now, Yin Ping had died, for him.    

    

The scene of Yin Ping 'self-destructing' continuously replayed itself in Han Chen's mind. That beautiful smile continued to hurt Han Chen's heart.    

    

"Kill!"    

    

Han Chen's consciousness was completely controlled by the slaughter, the number of experts in the near hundred sword faction, was rapidly decreasing.    

    

Killing a man with a single step, the scene was extremely bloody.    

    

Pan Ren's primordial spirit was firmly held in his hand by Han Chen. At this moment, Pan Ren had long since forgotten about his fear; He finally understood why the Heavenly Palace was unable to catch Han Chen even after so long.    

    

There was no use in regretting it. The people who had died here today were all the elite disciples of the sword faction. Their demise would bring an unprecedented blow to the sword faction.    

    

And he, Pan Ren, would definitely become the sinner who caused this accident for all eternity.    

    

"Hiss!"    

    

"AHH!"    

    

Death spread and many screams were heard.    

    

Han Chen relied on his Sword Slaughter, his black hair danced in the wind mixed with strands of silver threads, flowing down to the mortal world, revealing his devilish charm.    

    

In less than half a cup of tea's time, the last sword faction expert fell into a pool of blood along with countless fear.    

    

The pungent smell of blood wafted in the air. However, the entire valley had been dyed red.    

    

Nearly a hundred genius experts of the Sword Sect didn't have a single survivor.    

    

There were countless tragic deaths.    

    

His limbs were everywhere, and his organs were all over the ground. This was an Asura hell like slaughter scene, and it was an incomparably cruel and bloody feast.    

    

"Pu!"    

    

After the slaughter ended, Han Chen's body trembled, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth. He staggered a few steps and knelt down weakly.    

    

Han Chen gasped for breath heavily, the Evil Qi surrounding his body gradually retracted.    

    

Very quickly, the aura it emitted dropped from the fifth level of the long habitat to the peak of the fourth level, and then to the fourth level, finally returning to the third level.    

    

Not long later, Han Chen's scarlet pupils returned to their pitch black color.    

    

But the only thing that didn't change was Han Chen's long hair, which was mixed with silver threads. Han Chen didn't have the mind to pay attention to the changes in his body right now. The injuries in his body had worsened yet again.    

    

What was even more unbearable was that Han Chen's consciousness was gradually fading away, and an endless sense of exhaustion washed over him. At the moment, he only wanted to sleep quietly and peacefully, until he was satisfied.    

    

But in the actual situation, Han Chen could not rest at all.    

    

The fierce battle just now had alerted the teams of the various sects nearby. At this moment, there was an endless stream of people rushing over in search of them.    

    

The first to arrive was Ziyang Palace's team.    

    

"My god!"    

    

"This is?"    

    

When the people of Ziyang Palace saw the scene in front of them, they were completely shocked, their faces turned pale white, and they were as terrified as cicadas in the winter. All of their faces were bloodless and filled with shock.    

    

"They are, are they people from the sword faction?"    

    

A Ziyang Palace disciple said with a trembling voice. Everyone present felt it was inconceivable and felt a chill in their hearts. It had to be known that amongst the first-rate sects that came this time, the sword faction's team was the strongest, they had Great Clan Elder Pan Ren as their leader.    

    

But from the looks of it, the sword faction's team had been completely wiped out.    

    

Was it Han Chen's doing?    

    

No one dared to believe it, or perhaps they didn't want to.    

    

"AHH!"    

    

Suddenly, a young girl screamed out in fear. Everyone's expression changed as they hurriedly asked what had happened. The female disciple was trembling as she pointed to the front.    

    

"Han, Han, Han Chen, Han Chen is there!"    

    

Han Chen?    

    

Everyone's eyes swept over to a certain spot and immediately discovered the young man kneeling on one knee in the middle of the pile of corpses. As Han Chen's entire body was covered in blood, coupled with his extremely weak aura, it would be difficult to discover his existence if one did not carefully examine his body.    

    

"It's really Han Chen!"    

    

"What should we do?"    

    

Everyone turned to look at the Heaven's Pride of Ziyang Palace, Zi Ling.    

    

Zi Ling looked at Han Chen with a complicated gaze. The young man was quietly kneeling on the ground, not a single bit of the elegance and elegance from the Heavenly Court Congress could be seen.    

    

In just a short span of more than ten days, Han Chen had created several violent upheavals in the Tian Luo Prefecture.    

    

After a series of continuous slaughter, that miraculous man was practically at the end of his wits.    

    

At this moment, a dense black dot appeared in the sky.    

    

Zi Ling frowned slightly, and after a short moment of hesitation, she said to the young man behind her, "Shaoran, you know what to do."    

    

"Senior sister!"    

    

"Give us some time."    

    

With that, Zi Ling's figure flashed and appeared in front of Han Chen, and before she could do anything, Han Chen gripped his Skylight Sword, as a cold glint appeared in his eyes.    

    

"If you don't want to die, then scram."    

    

Zi Ling's face slightly changed, and said gently, "Han Chen, I'm Zi Ling, I won't harm you."    

    

"Zi Ling?" Han Chen raised his brows, his eyes filled with gentleness.    

    

"Han Chen, this place is too dangerous. Let's go."    

    

Zi Ling didn't care how much blood was on Han Chen's body as he helped him up. Then, she glanced at Ziyang Palace's group before hurriedly disappearing into the forest deep within the valley with Han Chen.    

    

Seeing Zi Ling like that, the people from the Ziyang Palace shook their heads and sighed.    

    

"Senior Sister, seriously, if the Heavenly Palace knew, then it would be ruined."    

    

"Don't you know Senior Sister's temper? Nobody could stop her from doing what she wanted to do. If it's something she doesn't want to do, she can't even put a knife to her neck. "    

    

"Then what should we do?"    

    

"What else can we do? Just follow any random team. "    

    

"With whom? Seven Profound Peaks! "    

    

As everyone was conversing, a few hundred people arrived at the valley one after another.    

    

When they saw the devastation within the valley, everyone was so shocked that their faces turned ghastly pale and their hearts turned cold. The corpses on the ground were so shocking that one could not bear to look at them directly.    

    

"Oh my god!" This is the sword faction's team. "    

    

"How could this be?"    

    

Everyone was shocked, and then they turned to look at Ziyang Palace's team.    

    

"Geniuses of the Ziyang Palace, do you know what happened here?" A middle-aged man in his forties cupped his hands and asked.    

    

"When I spoke with Zi Ling before, a Ziyang Palace disciple named Meng Shaoran walked over and answered indifferently. Han Chen killed him. "    

    

"Hiss!"    

    

Although they had already guessed the answer, they still couldn't help but gasp.    

    

"It's that little thief Han Chen again? Isn't he hurt? "    

    

"How would I know?" Meng Shaoran replied snappily.    

    

"Then where is he now?"    

    

"He escaped in that direction." Meng Shaoran said as he pointed in a direction, with his back facing the direction that Zi Ling and Han Chen had left.    

    

Everyone glanced over it, and many of them had a look of suspicion on their faces.    

    

A short guy with a pointy chin asked, "Since Han Chen escaped in that direction, why don't you guys go chase him?"    

    

"Ha!" Meng Shaoran laughed sarcastically, pointing at the bloodied bodies on the ground, he said, "Even the Sword Sect that was led by Pan Ren was completely wiped out, what difference is there if we go and chase after Han Chen? Our Ziyang Palace s would not even throw away our lives for the sake of some Heavenly Palace's reward. Even if you want to go, you need to wait for the other experts to gather before you can go. "    

    

Hearing Meng Shaoran's words, everyone came to a realization.    

    

But now that he had finally found traces of Han Chen, if he was too late, he would have escaped.    

    

However, these sword faction's miserable fates caused them to have misgivings and they did not dare to go beyond the lightning pool. At that moment, everyone was stuck in a dilemma.    

    

"F * ck, forget it. Our lives are more important. We can chase after them when there are more people."    

    

"Hmph, when there are more people, that brat would have already run away." Furthermore, there are a lot of people, but Han Chen only has one head, how will we divide it? "    

    

"You're right. That brat had been fighting for so long. He was definitely heavily injured and was at the end of his tether." Otherwise it would not have fled so fast. "    

    

"Chase!"    

    

Under the urge of benefits, everyone was unwilling to give up such an excellent opportunity to hunt Meng Shaoran down. Immediately, they chased after Meng Shaoran in the direction that he had pointed to.    

    

In order to prevent suspicion, Meng Shaoran led the rest of the Ziyang Palace's men on their way. When they were halfway there, he would find an opportunity to return.    

    

"Let's go!"    

    

"Swoosh swoosh!"    

    

Sharp figures streaked across the sky one after another, chasing and killing Han Chen like a raging fire. And how long would Han Chen be able to last under the pressure of endless slaughter?    

    

Growing up in a difficult situation, Han Chen would be facing two circumstances: revival through flames of rebirth and destruction.    

    

If this situation continued, the final battle would arrive soon.