Supreme Divine Book

Great Clan Elder Ji Kai was knowledgeable and knew a lot about the various sects in Tian Luo Prefecture.    

    

The 'Sword Arts' that Han Chen had used was one of the more famous unique skills of the Sword Sect. Naturally, this could not be hidden from Great Elder Ji Kai's eyes.    

    

"Is this kid related to the sword faction?"    

    

Ji Kai squinted his eyes as a trace of doubt rose in his heart. But then he thought, if Han Chen was really related to the sword sect, then he should not dare to use the sword sect's unique skill in front of the Seven Profound Peaks.    

    

To the side, Zi Sha, Qing Ya, Chen Tao, and a few other elders were similarly puzzled. With Han Chen's strength, he was definitely worthy of the title "Rookie King". However, he was excluded from the top ten. This was somewhat puzzling.    

    

"Oh, I remember." Meng Yi suddenly slapped his head and said to Ji Kai: "Great Clan Elder, this Han Chen brat, is recommended by a good friend of mine."    

    

As these words came out, Zi Sha and Qing Ya couldn't help but be somewhat surprised. Chen Tao also seemed to have an impression. He frowned and muttered, "Is it someone recommended by Ten Thousand Array Villa's Wan San?"    

    

"That's right." Meng Yi nodded. At the same time, a sense of reverence emerged on his face. He stood beside Ji Kai, not daring to say anything.    

    

The rules of the Seven Profound Peaks was that only The Seven Profound Nation s would be accepted as disciples. Meng Yi's actions could already be considered as violating the rules of the sect. However, the Head Elder did not seem angry. After all, in any sect, this kind of situation existed.    

    

There were tens of thousands of disciples in Seven Profound Peaks, and one or two more people had nothing to do with one or two less.    

    

"Is this person's background reliable?" The one who spoke was Qing Ya.    

    

Meng Yi nodded solemnly, "I believe that the recommended people will not harm our Seven Profound Peaks."    

    

The few elders looked at each other but did not say anything. However, everyone's attention on Han Chen would definitely become higher and higher. As of this moment, no one had a clear idea as to whether his arrival would be beneficial or detrimental to the sect.    

    

The great battle between Han Chen and the Sky Martial Peak had piqued the interest of many people.    

    

But for Yang Dingjie, Lin Shaoqi, Han Xiang and the other monstrous core disciples, this level of battle was still not that eye-catching. And in their eyes, the only bright spot was that Han Chen's opponent was the core disciple Pei Xuyang's brother.    

    

Pei Xuyang's and their statuses in the Seven Profound Peaks were on par with each other, and many of the core disciples were secretly competing with each other. Although there wasn't much of a battle between both openly and covertly, there were always various types of competitions.    

    

When Han Chen openly provoked Pei Luoyang, this was equivalent to him finding out Pei Xuyang's misfortune. A few of the core disciples were more willing to see Pei Xuyang being "humiliated".    

    

Where there were people, there would be fights. The places where there were fights were the martial arts world.    

    

"Pei Xuyang, your brother seems to have hit a metal board this time." A core disciple of Earth Peak, Lin Shaoqi, said with an interested smile.    

    

"Pei Xuyang, who was at the top of the nearby pillar, smiled indifferently, showing that he did not mind in the slightest. What's the hurry? The battle has just begun, so it's too early to say anything. "    

    

"Hur hur, you're right." Not far away, the core disciple of Mu Long Feng, Song Zhao, also added, "How about we stop them?"    

    

"What kind of bet?" Lin Shaoqi asked.    

    

"Let's bet on who wins and who loses. The loser has to at least take out a low-grade saint artifact to bet on. How about it?"    

    

The corners of everyone's eyes couldn't help but twitch. For a battle like this to place such a heavy pressure on a saint artifact, this was truly a great joke.    

    

"Is there even a need to bet? "Who will bet on that kid's victory?" Lin Shaoqi laughed.    

    

"I bet on him winning." At that moment, a gentle female voice could be heard. Everyone was startled. The one who spoke was the core disciple of the Solitary Summit, Han Xiang.    

    

"I bet on him winning too." Immediately after, the core disciple Jing Hua lightly said.    

    

The moment the two of them opened their mouths, Song Zhao, Lin Shaoqi, and Pei Xuyang froze for a moment. Immediately, the three of them revealed mysterious smiles on their faces.    

    

"Haha." Lin Shaoqi laughed loudly, "I bet on Pei Luoyang winning."    

    

"I also bet on Pei Luoyang winning." Song Zhao also said.    

    

The four people's gazes then swept towards Pei Xuyang, who smiled in disdain, "I will naturally bet on Setting Sun winning, but it will be three to two. At that time, one of you two will have to produce two Holy-ranked Artifacts."    

    

Amongst the five of them, there were two who believed that Han Chen would win, and three who believed that Pei Luoyang would win. This was already a very surprising thing. After all, amongst everyone present, they believed that Han Chen would not win more than twenty percent.    

    

Without waiting for Han Xiang and Jing Hua to speak, another clear and melodious female voice rang out right after. "I won by betting on Han Chen."    

    

Everyone turned to look, only to see that the one who spoke was actually Lin Ya who was 13 years old, the granddaughter of Sect Leader Ye Bo.    

    

"Hur hur, good, now it's 3-3." Lin Shaoqi laughed.    

    

"I've earned a Saint artifact for nothing. Not bad." A proud smile flashed across Pei Xuyang's face.    

    

Jing Hua and Han Xiang didn't say anything more. Lin Ya curled her lips, she raised her delicate eyebrows, and continued to watch the battle from the sky with her watery eyes.    

    

"Boom!"    

    

Under Han Chen's forceful attacks, Pei Luoyang's body entered a passive state, and was basically in a defensive state, causing him to be unable to complete his attack.    

    

Every time Han Chen thrusted his sword, he would borrow the advantage of his movement technique to flash to the next position.    

    

"Damned bastard, let's see how long you can last."    

    

Surrounded and beaten up in the middle, Pei Luoyang felt stifled and furious. Following that, the silver light flashed and the sword light pierced through Han Chen's body.    

    

"Buzz buzz!"    

    

's eyes flashed with a cold light, he quickly turned his head, and his pupils reflected the sharp sword tip of the Skylight Sword.    

    

"Hmph." Pei Luoyang's hands were nimble, he instantly used his sword to block in front of him.    

    

"Ding!" With a sound, the tip of the Skylight Sword's sword heavily tapped on the blade of Pei Luoyang's treasured sword. "Bam!" The fierce and overbearing sword aura caused space to tremble, and a boundless hidden force surged into Pei Luoyang's body from the sword blade like a tide. The latter immediately felt his arm go numb and his palm crack.    

    

Just as Pei Luoyang was prepared to guard against Han Chen's next attack, something unexpected happened. This time, Han Chen did not change his position. Raising the tip of his sword, a sharp sword beam that was like a floating shadow, directly slashed towards the opponent's head.    

    

Pei Luoyang's face turned white, he immediately retracted his sword and moved to block, at the same time raising his head and dodging.    

    

"An extremely destructive sword beam flashed past Pei Luoyang's nose, and then, it took the opportunity to slash at his opponent's body. "Hiss!" The clothes in front of Pei Luoyang's chest was cut open along with his flesh, causing blood to spurt out and a bone deep wound to instantly open.    

    

"Whoa!"    

    

The hearts of the crowd were all filled with shock, each and every one of them could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. In a short moment,'s body was once again decorated with colours. Everyone could not help but be shocked at how sharp Han Chen's methods of fighting were.    

    

Pei Luoyang was so shocked that his eyes widened, and his pupils almost spouted fire.    

    

Han Chen's deep eyes were filled with contempt, the corners of his mouth raised into a cold and fierce smile, as he spoke in a mocking tone, "Your sword, is simply used in a mess."    

    

He had to hit someone on the head and step on someone's face.    

    

In terms of sword arts, Han Chen had completely defeated Pei Luoyang, and threw him over ten streets.    

    

"Bastard! I'll kill you!" Pei Luoyang finally stopped using sword moves, and crossed his hands together. Violent energy fluctuations spread out from the palms of his hands, and on his arms, a substantial red flame still burned.    

    

Pei Luoyang opened up his palms, revealing a red pocket-sized dragon swimming around in his palms. Immediately after, Pei Luoyang pushed out both of his hands, the red Flood Dragon instantly rushed out, and conjured a majestic and overwhelming imposing manner.    

    

"Aooo!"    

    

The angry roar intimidated the nine heavens. The red flood dragon was like a raging dragon that was about to enter the ocean, setting off waves after waves of raging waves. Although the little red dragon was only a meter in length, its fierce and domineering aura was enough to shake all of one's potential, causing the space within a thousand meter radius to become restless.    

    

Facing the little red Flood Dragon's attack, Han Chen didn't have the slightest hint of fear on his face. He withdrew his Skylight Sword and both of his palms continuously struck out. An astonishing martial force gathered and condensed in the center of Han Chen's palm. Every single palm strike from Han Chen caused space to distort and distort.    

    

"Buzz buzz!"    

    

In a blink of an eye, Han Chen had already unleashed over 900 palms, but he still could not stop. When the red little dragon was less than ten meters away from him, a terrifying palm force shot out from Han Chen's body.    

    

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine strikes. Success!" Han Chen shouted loudly. His pitch-black eyes flashed with a scorching luster as he lifted his hand and threw a palm strike towards the red Flood Dragon.    

    

"Great Calamity Heaven Mending Hand."    

    

Under the shocked gazes of everyone present, a black palm print that exuded an ancient aura emerged from Han Chen's hand. The black palm print was also only half a meter tall, and could be said to be worlds apart from the Heaven Mending Hand that Han Chen had used back then.    

    

The black palm left behind a powerful shockwave as it clashed with the red flood dragon.    

    

"Boom!"    

    

The terrifying force of impact was instantly detonated, and the collision of pure power was like a collision between two meteorites. A ring of what seemed to be real red and black energy turned into a ring of light and swept out in all directions.    

    

Chaotic energy ripples burst out, filling the entire sky. With a thunderous sound, the small red flood dragon shattered into countless fragments of energy from the impact of the black palm, causing all of the people below to open their eyes wide.    

    

"Oh my god, Senior Brother Sunset's martial skill's power is actually not as strong as Han Chen's?"