Supreme Divine Book

Seeing the fierce confrontation between Han Chen and Pu Xinghui, the tens of thousands of people inside and outside the Sacred Domain all revealed expressions of shock.    

    

Third level of long habitat!    

    

For the countless number of people present, it was an untouchable height.    

    

Be it Han Chen or Pu Xinghui, they had become existences that countless people looked up to.    

    

Great Elder Ji Kai clenched his fists tightly, his murky old eyes revealed an indescribable sense of joy. It had been a long time since there was anything that could cause such a change in his emotions. This time, Ji Kai was truly excited.    

    

In these few hundred years, the most outstanding genius that appeared in the Seven Profound Peaks was the previous Sect Leader of the amnesia peak, Wen Lei.    

    

However, compared to Han Chen, the two of them were much weaker.    

    

"I think it's better if I find another direct disciple!"    

    

Originally, he had planned to bring up the matter of taking in as his direct disciple whenever he had time.    

    

However, there was no longer any need for that. From Ji Kai's point of view, he no longer had the ability to become Han Chen's master.    

    

Furthermore, in the Mystical Peak's group, there was another person who was similarly in the same mood as Ji Kai.    

    

Sect Master Xuan Fengzi, back then when Han Chen was in Mystical Peak, he had always been compared to the sect's former number one genius, Mo Hen.    

    

Although Mo Hen had died more than ten years ago, the Mystical Peak still had not forgotten about his existence.    

    

And the reason why Xuan Fengzi had never accepted another direct disciple was also because he wanted to find a second Mo Hen.    

    

At that time, Han Chen was recognized as the best candidate to replace Mo Hen. However, looking at it now, the difference between the two of them was not any less than a thousand miles.    

    

The youth of the past was not like the past. Xuan Fengzi felt gratified, but at the same time, felt great regret.    

    

"Boom!"    

    

Immense amounts of violent energy exploded above the Sacred Battle Platform. Under Han Chen's continuous barrage of attacks, Pu Xinghui revealed his weapon.    

    

It was a heavy spear that was wrapped entirely in black flames. The body of the spear was two meters long, and it was so thick that it seemed to be poured with copper water.    

    

Pu Xinghui's spear technique was abnormally powerful, and emitted an incomparably domineering aura. Both offense and defense, activated the deafening might of wind and thunder.    

    

"Is that the 'Divine Black Flame Spear'?" A surprised exclamation came from the crowd below.    

    

"It should be right. Looking at its raging momentum, you can tell it's the Divine Black Flame Spear."    

    

"Han Chen is most likely in trouble. Although the Black Ember Holy Spear is a high-grade saint artifact, its strongest power is not inferior to ordinary top-grade saint artifacts."    

    

"Don't say it too early, the treasure sword in Han Chen's hand is not bad either!"    

    

Speaking of which, in the eyes of the people from the sword faction, they were extremely familiar with Skylight Sword. But back then, the Skylight Sword that the Sword Sect Elder Chang Ming possessed was only an Inferior Grade Saint Weapon.    

    

Then, the Dwarf's Master Refiner forged them anew, merging with a high-grade saint artifact, the Sword Soul. The power of Skylight Sword had long ago become incomparable to that of the past.    

    

In the intense confrontation, not only was the Skylight Sword not inferior to the renowned Black Flame Divine Spear, it was even slightly superior to the opponent.    

    

"Smelly brat, take this holy spear of mine." Pu Xinghui shouted.    

    

"Buzz buzz!"    

    

Pu Xinghui held onto the holy spear with one hand and aimed it at the center and rear part of his body, aiming to pierce through Han Chen's heart. The black flames lingering around the spear's body jumped up and down as if they were a demon.    

    

The space was shaken to the point that it distorted indeterminately. A violent gale filled the entire arena, and the tyrannical spear wind caused the sound of rolling wind and thunder to sound out.    

    

This strike of Pu Xinghui's had the power to shatter mountains and shatter the earth; even if it was an expert of the same level, he could not take it head-on.    

    

Han Chen's best choice was to avoid the attack. After all, comparing strength with swords, was not a wise choice. At the very least, everyone below the stage seemed to be right.    

    

But as it turned out, Han Chen did not have any hesitation as he unsheathed his sword without any hesitation, and used his sharp sword tip to clash with Pu Xinghui's powerful spear light.    

    

"Bam!"    

    

The two saint artifacts clashed, immediately causing space to distort violently.    

    

Resplendent rays of light burst out from the two of them, and even with the energy shockwaves of the black and gold, Han Chen was not able to help himself and was sent flying backwards by the surging impact.    

    

This kind of situation was something that everyone had expected, but everyone did not understand. Han Chen clearly knew that the power of his sword was not as strong as his heavy spear, so why did he still dare to fight head on with it?    

    

But right at that moment, Han Chen's entire body suddenly surged with a strong sword aura, an extremely tyrannical sword force rushed out from his body.    

    

"Rumble!"    

    

Rocks flew between the heavens and earth.    

    

The sky was shaking violently. Along with the raging wind, a formless pressure attacked the hearts of everyone present. The expressions of the crowd below all changed. This move seemed a little familiar?    

    

After the gale, a dense drizzle of rain appeared in the sky.    

    

This was not real rain, but was the sword rain formed by Han Chen's Sword Qi. Each drop of sword rain was accompanied by an extremely strong destructive power.    

    

When the sword rain landed on the rocks that were thrown into the air, the rocks were immediately shattered, turning into fine powder that scattered into the air.    

    

"F * * k, isn't that the Sword Sect's Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong?"    

    

"What?" The Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong? "    

    

Hearing this, the entire audience was stirred.    

    

The Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong was the sword faction's Divine Ranked Martial Technique. It was a powerful martial art that was renowned throughout the Tian Luo Prefecture. This sword art was ever-changing and became famous for its sharpness and ferocity.    

    

"It really is the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong. How could Han Chen know it?"    

    

"The last time he killed Jian Yifei in the Immortal City, and obtained it after that."    

    

Killing for treasures?    

    

Everyone in the audience narrowed their eyes, feeling stunned at the same time. He thought that it was fine for Han Chen to 'kill people for their treasures', but he still dared to blatantly use the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong.    

    

Just as everyone thought, right now the sword faction in the Sky Peak Plaza was already filled with both shock and anger. Especially Great Clan Elder Pan Ren, who led the group. His face was ashen, and there was no need to mention how ugly he looked.    

    

"Damn you, little thief."    

    

Pan Ren clenched his fists so tightly that fire almost spouted out of his eyes. If it were not because of's presence, Pan Ren would have exploded out of nowhere and gone to find Ji Kai for an explanation.    

    

On the Sacred Battle Platform, between the heavens and the earth, a storm was brewing.    

    

In the sword rain which covered the sky and covered the earth, Pu Xinghui was like a floating butterfly that was about to be drowned in it at any time.    

    

What was even more surprising was that in the distant horizon, the faint sound of a melodious bell could be heard. The bell chimes seemed to be transmitted over the mountains and seas, through the rolling mountains.    

    

Soon after, the bell chimes became clearer and heavier. The bell tolled with an indescribable power, and as it rang out, it seeped into his mind and into his body. His internal organs were faintly trembling, as if they were enduring an invisible pressure. His entire body was extremely uncomfortable.    

    

"What a powerful aura."    

    

"The Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong truly lives up to its reputation."    

    

"Pu Xinghui should also be making a big move soon."    

    

Sensing the powerful aura that Han Chen was releasing, the expressions of everyone below changed.    

    

Compared to the time in the Immortal City, when Jian Yifei had used the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong, Han Chen had shockingly raised his power by countless times.    

    

"Buzz buzz!"    

    

Han Chen continued to brandish his sword, the powerful aura behind the sword was like an attack of mountains and rivers, the wind was howling. Countless sword beams surrounded Pu Xinghui in the middle, completely sealing off his escape route.    

    

The wind blew on Mount Zhong, and the sword energy was like rain.    

    

Pu Xinghui who was trapped in the sword aura did not panic in the slightest. The Black Infernal Saint Spear was horizontally in front of him as he said in disdain, "Hmph, you actually had the nerve to use a stolen martial skill? Could it be that you are so poor that you don't even have a decent battle technique? "    

    

Han Chen sneered, "Whether you steal it or pick it up! To be able to kill this dead dog of yours is a good martial skill. "    

    

With that said, Han Chen once again increased the speed of his sword dance. The airflow surrounding Pu Xinghui became even more chaotic, and the speed of the air currents became faster and faster.    

    

The rain of swords that rained down from the sky quickly gathered together. Under the gazes of countless people in the arena, a gigantic golden bell gradually appeared in the sky.    

    

The giant bell was extremely large, with a height of over a hundred zhang and a width of over a hundred meters.    

    

The huge bell was not a physical object, but a phantom formed from powerful sword qi. The huge bell was a solid gold color, and on the surface of the bell wall, there were complex and exquisite ancient patterns.    

    

The gigantic bell stood in between the heaven and earth, enveloping Pu Xinghui within. From afar, the giant bell looked like a divine object that could suppress the heavens and the earth. It was pneumatic like the heavens. Han Chen, who was inside the bell, had no place to escape.    

    

"Rumble!"    

    

The sky darkened, and the chaotic clouds above the ninth heaven roiled like billowing waves.    

    

High up in the sky, the vigorous airwaves between heaven and earth were dancing in the air. When the huge bell concealed itself in front of everyone, that boundless pressure was like a mountain pressing down on their heads. It was very hard to endure. There were even some whose faces were ashen, and whose legs were trembling.    

    

"Clang!"    

    

At this moment, an impassioned ringing of a bell resounded throughout the hall.    

    

Amidst the surging bell sounds, there was an extremely strong sound wave impact force. Boundless sound waves engulfed the entire space. Everyone felt as though their feet were trembling. The terrifying sound waves caused their hearts to tremble, and their ears to buzz. Some of the weaker ones even saw stars shining in their eyes. Their vital energy and blood surged up, and blood flowed out from their mouths.    

    

"What a terrifying bell chime. Even the martial elemental energy is unable to defend against it."    

    

The bell chimes that the people below had to bear were only the aftermath. Pu Xinghui who was within the gigantic bell was the main target of the attack.    

    

"Stupid thing, are you trying to beat me with such a small trick?"    

    

Pu Xinghui revealed a mocking expression. In the next moment, an incomparably terrifying and powerful aura suddenly exploded from his body.    

    

The air shook violently, and boundless pressure from the long habitat swept in all directions.    

    

"Holy Cave Blazing Spear!"    

    

Pu Xinghui shouted angrily as he pointed the holy spear in his hand towards the sky. In an instant, a three hundred meter tall black spear light soared into the sky, bringing with it a boundless destructive aura, and firmly struck the top of the golden bell.    

    

"Boom!"    

    

Wind and thunder rumbled, and the shocking scene was like a divine punishment from the heavens. The destructive power was like a volcano erupting.    

    

"Bam!"    

    

In the next moment, the giant bell exploded in the sky, turning into countless golden fragments that fluttered in the sky like tens of thousands of golden butterflies. It was an exceptionally spectacular sight.    

    

"Hehe, I've said it before. This is just a small trick, it's not even worth mentioning in my eyes." Pu Xinghui sneered in disdain.    

    

"Hmph, it's not over yet! Don't be so happy so early. "    

    

Han Chen pointed his sword to the sky, and an aura even more powerful than before erupted from his body.    

    

The rain of swords falling down from the sky became particularly restless, as if the Sacred Domain was caught up in a torrential storm.    

    

"Buzz buzz!"    

    

A pressure as imposing as a mountain shot up to the sky from Han Chen's body. The violent riots of energy caused even the sky to tremble. In that instant, in the midst of the rain and rain on the holy platform, a towering and majestic mountain suddenly faintly appeared.    

    

The mountain was a thousand meters high and hundreds of meters wide. Its entire body was flickering with golden splendor, and it shook the heavens and intimidated the earth. It was as if a divine mountain flew over from the nine heavens.    

    

"The wind and rain of Mount Zhong rises, the sword moves the vast Vast Expanse!"