Supreme Divine Book

A few words came out of Han Chen's mouth, causing everyone's heart to thump loudly. Han Chen's hands continuously formed various complicated hand seals. In the next instant, the yang energy of the heaven and earth strangely became restless in the area where Shang Beiliu was located.    

Shang Beiliu's entire body was enveloped in dense black light, and his imposing manner was like a mountain, exuding a strong pressure. Before Shang Beiliu could even use the high-grade heaven-step martial skill that he was brewing, all the heaven and earth yang energy within a thousand meters suddenly rubbed against each other, exploding into an unprecedented wave of violent turmoil.    

"Boom!"    

The momentum shook the sky, and the space on the Heaven Shining Platform seemed to collapse instantly. With Shang Beiliu as the center, the air within a kilometer radius around him was sucked empty in an instant. An extremely terrifying destructive force was generated between every strand of yang energy and yang energy.    

The sky changed color, and the clouds changed.    

Tens of thousands of white yang energies gathered together, forming a violent whirlpool of stars, encircling Shang Beiliu in the middle as they wantonly tore and attacked him.    

boom rumble rumble *    

All sorts of thunderous explosions resounded throughout the sky as the apocalyptic scene approached its end.    

The Sky Splitting Seal was the activation of the yang energy of the heaven and earth in a specific area, causing them to collide with each other, creating a huge destructive force.    

The momentum was like thunder, blotting out the sky and blotting out the sun.    

"Boom!" A loud sound echoed, and the space around Shang Beiliu seemed to collapse. Countless waves of yang energy surged towards Shang Beiliu from all directions.    

Shang Beiliu's face was quietly filled with thick fear and unease. He panicked, and at this moment, he finally panicked. If the time was too short, he wouldn't be able to use a high-grade heaven-step martial skill to fight back.    

"Boom!"    

It was like a volcano erupting, and a tsunami was approaching. The berserk profound Yang Qi instantly enveloped Shang Beiliu's figure within. The surrounding mountains were all violently trembling.    

Everyone in the audience was dumbstruck, their faces pale.    

Shang Nanliu and the rest felt their legs trembling as a chill ran down their spines. Some of the weaker Seven Profound Peaks disciples could not even stand steadily, and their faces were all filled with great panic.    

At this moment, even Li Tuo and Jiang Lingchuan could not maintain their composure. Shock that was difficult to conceal surged within their eyes.    

"What strong destructive power. It's an effect that can only be created by a high-rank Heaven Ranked martial skill." Li Tuo's brows tightly knitted as he lost control and muttered.    

However, Jiang Lingchuan's face was extremely gloomy. From the very beginning, he had never liked Han Chen. Especially his strength, which was not much higher than Shang Beiliu's, as such, he was even more envious and resentful towards Han Chen.    

On the other side of the crowd, Wang Zhaoyi was so shocked that her small mouth slightly opened, and her white jade-like hands lightly covered her red lips. If she did not personally see it, she would not dare believe that Han Chen actually had this ability.    

What background does Han Chen have? Why didn't he compete for the top three rookies despite clearly having the strength to do so? Everyone present had this question.    

"Boom!"    

With a loud sound, a blood-covered figure fell out of the chaotic yang energy shockwaves, trembling as it fell down to the ground.    

"It's Senior Brother Shang Beiliu."    

Everyone stared wide-eyed, only to see that Shang Beiliu's clothes were tattered and dark red blood dripped down into the air. His aura was extremely sluggish, like he was half dead. His slight movements proved that he was still able to move.    

Han Chen looked down from above, coldly staring at the other party. His body moved, with a "whoosh", he became a ray of light and flew out, instantly arriving in front of Shang Beiliu.    

"Heh heh, senior apprentice-brother Beiliang, you've admitted to it this time."    

Seeing the light smile on Han Chen's face, Shang Beiliu's pupils contracted, he immediately twisted his body, intending to escape. However, how could he avoid Han Chen's speed?    

Han Chen flew forward, lifted his leg, and kicked him heavily in the chest. Bang! Shang Beiliu's body shook violently, and blood spurted out from his mouth. Who knew how many bones were broken in front of his chest? His internal organs were all ripped apart. He was already severely injured, and this time, he even lost half of his life.    

Shang Beiliu's shot, like a cannonball, struck the life and death arena. "Bang!" A deep pit more than ten meters wide appeared in their line of sight.    

The moment Shang Beiliu landed on the ground, the hearts of everyone present shrunk.    

Those people who had wantonly insulted Han Chen before, were currently trembling with endless shock and panic.    

Shang Beiliu lost, and the genius who was ranked third among the new disciples, lost miserably in front of the crowd.    

On the other hand, Han Chen was the young man who only entered the sect through the back door. However, after a big battle with Shang Beiliu, there was not the slightest sign of his aura becoming chaotic.    

What kind of monster was this? Could it be that Han Chen had not used his full strength yet? No one dared to think any further. If it really was like this, then it would be too terrifying.    

"Cough cough" who was in the deep pit coughed out blood continuously, his lifeless eyes filled with powerlessness. The blood stains on his face made him look even worse than the beggars on the street.    

Han Chen landed back on the ground, his handsome brows slightly raised, a faint smile hanging on his face. He reached out his right hand towards Shang Beiliu who was in the deep hole, "Senior Brother Bei Liu, bring my spoils of war!"    

The surrounding people all had strange expressions, their gazes at Shang Beiliu were also filled with peculiarity.    

Shang Beiliu clenched onto a handful of sand tightly, his upper and lower teeth making gurgling sounds. His scarlet eyes were filled with malice as he glared at Han Chen, and two words coldly came out of his mouth.    

"Don't even think about it!"    

"Hur hur." Han Chen smiled indifferently, folded his arms in front of his body and replied indifferently, "Do you know why I didn't kill you? Because I'm still waiting for you to give me my spoils of war. Of course, if you don't want to give it to me, then I'll have to finish you and get it myself. "    

Although Han Chen's tone was calm, in the ears of the crowd, it was full of threat. The spectators had no doubt that he would take action to end Shang Beiliu's life at any time.    

"You, if you dare to touch me, try. As long as you dare to hurt one of my fingers, my Shang family …"    

Before Shang Beiliu could finish his sentence, Han Chen's eyes flashed with a cold light. The Skylight Sword in his hand instantly transformed into a ray of light and shot out, and "Si", Shang Beiliu's right thigh was instantly penetrated by the Skylight Sword.    

"Ah!"    

A heart-wrenching howl came out from Shang Beiliu's mouth, causing everyone below to feel a chill down their spines, and their scalps turned numb.    

Han Chen inhaled with his palm, and the Skylight Sword flew out once more. The scarlet blood spurted out a few metres from the wound on Shang Beiliu's thigh. Shang Beiliu was in so much pain that his facial features were twisted, and his complexion was uglier than a pig's liver.    

"You brought this upon yourself. Since you want to die, I'll grant you your wish." Han Chen gripped his longsword tightly and slowly walked towards his opponent. A dense, cold killing intent surged in his ice-cold eyes.    

The expressions of Li Tuo, Jiang Lingchuan, Wang Zhaoyi, Wu Ling and the others all changed. Shang Nanliu and the rest were even more anxious and nervous.    

Shang Beiliu was finally afraid, and he trembled in fear. "Don't, don't, I'll give, I'll give you the Heavenly Chief Golden Dragon Pellet and the high ranking disciple's keepsake, don't kill me!"    

Shang Beiliu hurriedly took out a four-sided wooden box and a purple jade pendant.    

Han Chen's mouth revealed a disdainful smirk as he casually took the two items into his hands. "Humph, if you can't see the coffin, you won't cry!"    

After he finished speaking, Han Chen casually kept the Heavenly Chief Golden Dragon Pellet and the purple jade pendant into his storage bracelet, and then swept his cold gaze across Shang Nanliu and the rest of the people. As long as they met Han Chen's gaze, all of their minds would tremble, and their heads would be lowered, not daring to meet his gaze.    

"Thank you for your good intentions, senior apprentice-brother Beiliang." Han Chen casually said sarcastically and then stepped onto the air. Under the shocked and envious gazes of everyone present, he left the Heaven Shining Life and Death Stage right after.    

Shang Beiliu was so angry that his blood and energy surged and he burned with anger. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and then his eyes darkened as he fainted.    

"Big brother, big brother!"    

"Senior apprentice-brother Northflow."    

Shang Nanliu and the other young men and women immediately jumped onto the stage to check on each other's situation.    

The surrounding crowd of people gradually recovered from their shock. No one would have expected that the situation would develop in such a way.    

Shang Beiliu was really going to 'grieve' this time.    

He had only been in the Seven Profound Peaks for less than three days, and under the envy of countless people, he had become a senior disciple in the sect yesterday. However, only a day had passed and all his glory had been taken away, and he had been beaten like a dead dog in front of everyone.    

But no one could be blamed, everything was what Shang Beiliu had asked for. He could only blame himself for kicking Han Chen, who was a hard metal board.    

In less than half a day's time, the news about Shang Beiliu being completely humiliated by Han Chen spread across the entire amnesia peak with the speed of wildfire. There were even people from the other peaks who were talking about this.    

Shang Beiliu could be said to have lost a man and a woman, his losses were huge.    

Of course, at the same time that everyone secretly mocked Shang Beiliu for being 'blind', they also secretly paid attention to him.    

Haiqiong Peak.    

The giant peak located in the middle of one of the seven main peaks, which was also the head of the seven sect masters of the Seven Profound Peaks and the main peak that Ye Bo was in charge of.    

On a beautiful mountain peak south of Sea Dome Peak, the ground was covered with fragrant and elegant white plum blossoms. The blooming of the Plum Blossom had a season, but people of the Seven Profound Peaks knew that the Plum Blossom blossomed all year round on this mountain peak.    

On the peak of the mountain, an ancient house was faintly discernible in the Plum Blossom Forest. The feeling it gave people was that this was a place where experts from beyond this world cultivated.    

Just then, a petite figure appeared out of thin air and landed in the Plum Blossom Forest. Her grape-like eyes turned around slightly, and the person who walked in was Lin Ya.    

Lin Ya's red lips slightly pursed. After a moment of hesitation, she walked towards the simple and unadorned house in front of her.