Supreme Divine Book

Seeing Han Chen being split into nine, the entire Sacred Domain was in an uproar, both internally and externally.    

It was the sword sect's unique skill again.    

Adding on the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong just now, Han Chen displayed a total of two sword arts from the sword sect.    

It was a good thing that the sect leader wasn't here. Otherwise, he would have spat out a few mouthfuls of blood in anger.    

Even so, Pan Ren and the others from the sword sect were still gritting their teeth in anger. At the same time, they were also secretly shocked.    

When the Sword Controlling Technique was refined to the limit, it could create nine clones. Including the original body, there were a total of ten people.    

On the other hand, Han Chen had created eight clones. Compared to the extreme state of Sword Arts, he was only missing one clone. Throughout the entire young generation of the sword faction, no one had been able to accomplish this.    

Even the dead Jian Yifei only had seven clones.    

"This damned bastard." Pan Ren cursed fiercely, his eyes almost spitting fire.    

At this time, no one bothered with Pan Ren's curses.    

Inside and out of the Sacred Domain, in the two states of Tian Xie and the hundreds of thousands of people, their expressions were all solemn. Their eyes were unmoving, and they didn't even dare to blink.    

After the intense exchange, everyone understood that the outcome of the battle was about to be revealed.    

And who could laugh to the end?    

However, even Pu Xinghe and Bei Mingcang no longer dared to confirm it.    

In the air above the Sacred Grounds, nine identical Han Chen s passed through the area of chaotic energy waves, setting off a sharp killing intent as they charged towards Pu Xinghui.    

The nine Han Chen s were completely the same. Whether it was their appearance, expression, or even the aura they emitted, they were all the same.    

"Pu Xinghui, it's over!"    

The nine Han Chen s spoke at the same time, their deep and powerful voices were like thunder. The Skylight Sword in their hands released a bright golden light at the same time. The strong sword Qi caused the sky to tremble.    

"Hehe, it is indeed time to end this." Pu Xinghui's face was filled with a sinister smile, his gloomy face seemed to be somewhat sinister.    

"Boom!"    

The golden ocean of martial power behind him gave rise to a huge uproar, and when the nine Han Chen s arrived, the vast ocean of martial power suddenly shot out nine incomparably strong spiralling pillars of light.    

The spiralling pillar of light rapidly rotated, pierced through the air, and struck onto the bodies of the nine Han Chen s with lightning speed.    

"Bam!"    

A heavy, muffled sound echoed in the air at the same time. Han Chen and his eight clones were shaken until they fell back repeatedly.    

At the same time, Pu Xinghui quickly rushed out. Holding the Black Flame Sacred Spear, he swept up a wave of endless killing intent, and turned into a meteor-like radiance.    

"Bang bang!"    

Along with eight explosive sounds, the flowing light that Pu Xinghui had transformed into pierced through the bodies of the eight Han Chen s with extreme speed, and all eight Han Chen s, without exception, exploded into a ball of white mist.    

"Hehe, the main body is here."    

Pu Xinghui laughed weirdly, and with the speed of a thunderbolt, he left behind an afterimage in the sky, and directly arrived in front of Han Chen's body. He threw the Black Infernal Holy Spear in his hand, and the sharp spear light impressively shot into Han Chen's heart.    

"Han Chen!"    

"Big brother!"    

Ming Ruo, Shen Yu, Xue Xi, Seven Profound Peaks and the rest all turned pale white, their bodies trembling.    

Oh my god!    

It ended just like that?    

The entire arena instantly turned silent, and everyone couldn't help but stare with widened eyes.    

Pu Xinghui's actions were as fast as lightning, to the point that everyone's hearts were not even prepared for it yet.    

And those people who were waiting for Han Chen's death, all heaved a sigh of relief. The Great Clan Elder of the Sword Sect, Pan Ren, sighed, "This disgraceful thing has finally died."    

A relaxed smile appeared on the faces of the crowd in the Heavenly Abode.    

Especially Pu Xinghui, the person involved, he grabbed onto the Blackhot Holy Spear that had been pierced through Han Chen's heart without loosening his grip.    

Looking at Han Chen's pale face, Pu Xinghui's face was full of pride, "Hehe, you stinking brat, go ahead and be at ease! After fighting with me for so long, you should be proud of yourself. "    

But right at this moment, Han Chen actually grabbed onto the Black Infernal Saint Spear on his chest with one hand, the corners of his mouth curling up into a great ridicule.    

"It's too early for you to be happy."    

Just as he finished his sentence, 'Bang!' With a sound, the ninth Han Chen also turned into a ball of white mist.    

What?    

Nine clones?    

The pinnacle state of the Sword Arts!    

"Pu Xinghui, I told you not to be happy too early."    

A familiar voice filled with ridicule sounded from an area of chaotic energy that had yet to dissipate.    

The hearts of everyone present shrunk, even Pu Xinghe, the two famous people suddenly changed their expressions.    

"Whoosh!"    

Without waiting for everyone to recover from their shock, a sharp figure soared to the sky, with a release of his palm, the Skylight Sword flew out of Han Chen's hand immediately.    

"Hiss!"    

The air was torn apart, and Skylight Sword flew out like a shooting star from the ninth heaven, pulling out long lines of dense Qi waves at the tail, quickly attacking Pu Xinghui.    

Pu Xinghui's expression changed. In a hurry, he immediately held the Black Infernal Saint Spear horizontally in front of him, intending to take on the attack forcefully.    

"Boom!"    

The sword tip of the Skylight Sword collided solidly with the body of the Divine Black Flame Spear. The surging impact force was like the mountains and seas being toppled as it attacked forcefully.    

Pu Xinghui's body severely shook, and his Black Flame Sacred Spear nearly flew out of his hand.    

Pu Xinghui glared at him and bellowed, "You bastard, I will kill you!"    

"Hehe, it's too late." Han Chen replied with a cold laugh.    

"Sword Soul, Sword Soul Slash!"    

Before his voice had died away, an illusionary sword had shot out from the Skylight Sword without any warning. The sword was sparkling and translucent, emitting the powerful energy of a high grade saint artifact.    

Pu Xinghui's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle, and a great panic appeared on his sinister face for the first time.    

"Boom!"    

Under the gazes of over a hundred thousand people present, the illusionary small sword fiercely smashed onto Pu Xinghui's chest.    

"Crack!"    

The sound of his breastbone breaking was exceptionally ear-piercing. The clothes on Pu Xinghui's chest had been completely shattered, his flesh and bones were instantly minced and turned into mush.    

A large mouthful of blood spurted out from Pu Xinghui's mouth, the latter's eyes almost popped out, his eyeballs almost popping out of his body. The aura of the powerful being that was being emitted was quickly retracted. In the blink of an eye, it had become extremely dispirited.    

"Cha, chen", blood spurted out from Pu Xinghui's teeth. His sinister appearance resembled that of an evil spirit.    

A cold glint flashed across Han Chen's eyes as he yelled in disdain, "You can shut up now."    

Han Chen flashed in front of him, raised his leg and kicked, landing a heavy kick on Pu Xinghui's chin.    

"Bam!"    

Accompanied by a dull sound, the broken teeth in Pu Xinghui's mouth danced in the air with his blood, then like a bird with broken wings, it powerlessly fell from the sky.    

"Boom!"    

Pu Xinghui smashed into a mountain range that had been reduced to ruins. His body was covered in blood as he fell into a pit, unmoving like a dead dog.    

Silence.    

A deathly silence.    

The moment Pu Xinghui landed on the ground, everyone's heart seemed to have stopped beating. An unprecedented shock firmly occupied their minds.    

Xie Qufeng, Xie Wuchang, Pu Shiqiong, Yang Dingjie, Zi Ling, Xie Yang, Dao Huixian and more than ten other Heaven's Pride evil seed s felt powerless in their hearts, and their faces were extremely pale.    

Before the fight with Tian Xie, all of them were filled with confidence.    

However, the moment Pu Xinghui landed on the ground, every genius present suffered a setback. The crowd subconsciously lifted their heads, staring at that young figure standing proudly on the summit. In front of him, no matter which genius it was, it was impossible for them to be proud of him.    

The square was deathly silent.    

The lips of the Great Elder of Seven Profound Peaks, Ji Kai, slightly moved twice, but he discovered that both his hands were shaking. In the past few decades, he had never lost his composure like this before, but today, he was unable to maintain his composure.    

The experts of the various sects had different moods.    

Only the sword faction and the Heavenly Palace had complicated expressions. As far as the Heavenly Abode was concerned, the prestige of several hundred years was easily shaken. The Heaven's Manor, which had never lost, had lost all its face at its own entrance.    

The Heaven's Pride Pu Tianlin had been crippled.    

The leader of the Heaven's Pride, Pu Shiqiong, could not even take one attack from Yue Yang.    

His greatest trump card, Pu Xinghui, was lying in the rubble like a dead dog.    

The thing that he was most helpless about was that Pu Feiling had actually been "kidnapped" by someone else.    

The four famous geniuses of the Heavenly Palace were all 'destroyed' by a single person. This was truly hilarious.    

"Hahahaha."    

At this moment, a heroic laughter resounded in the crowd's ears. In this kind of situation, the only person who dared to laugh so brazenly was the one in charge of the evil hall, Bei Mingcang.    

Everyone's face changed slightly, after looking at Bei Mingcang, they could not help but look at Pu Xinghe.    

Pu Xinghe frowned, and asked sternly: "What are you laughing at?"    

"Is there a need to say it? "Of course I'm laughing at you." Bei Mingcang said.    

"Hmph, laughing at me? Are you qualified? Don't forget, you, Bei Mingcang, are just a defeated opponent under my hand. "    

"No, no, no." Bei Mingcang shook his head, and replied with a face full of playfulness: "Don't forget, we previously agreed that whoever that party was able to remain at the peak of the Saint realm would be the victor. That person is not from your Heavenly Palace, nor is he from my evil hall. How can you say you won? "Hahahaha."    

"Hmph, those are my Tian Luo Prefecture's people." Pu Xinghe's expression was somewhat sinister.    

Hearing this, the ridiculing expression on Bei Mingcang's face became even more intense.    

"Pu Xinghe, why are you pretending? I'm afraid you would rather have been someone from the evil hall than someone from the Heaven Palace sect. You wouldn't want to see this kind of ending. In my eyes, your current expression is exceptionally comical, hahahahaha. "    

"Shut up." Pu Xinghe's tone instantly dropped to a freezing point, and between his brows, revealed traces of anger.    

Everyone was shocked, if they continued to anger Pu Xinghe like this, then something even more chaotic would happen.    

Bei Mingcang sneered and replied indifferently, "What? are you still not planning to let them out? "