Invincible Martial King

Jizhou.    

Enshan County.    

On a barren mountain.    

Several streaks of light flashed across the sky. In the blink of an eye, they appeared not far away. Three figures that were as deep as deep abyss attacked a thin figure on the mountain.    

"The three Martial Saints are in the Mid Martial Saint Stage, the Han Clan is truly generous."    

Lu Chen raised his head and a smile appeared on his handsome face. Without waiting for the three Han Martial Saints to attack him, he moved horizontally and charged forward like a drawn sword.    

BOOM!    

A huge collision occurred here. The violent energy razed the entire barren mountain to the ground. When the dust settled, all that was left were the icy cold corpses of the three Martial Saints from the Han Clan.    

Lu Chen was a dual spirit and was a Middle Martial Saint. When he was caught off guard, even a late Martial Saint could be killed in one shot, not to mention the fact that the three of them were only Middle Martial Saint.    

"The Han clan?"    

"When I get that killing tool, I will definitely destroy you first." Lu Chen narrowed his eyes. The Han family had sent the most people over these few days, but without any exception, they were all killed by him without any exception. Not a single one was left alive.    

"No wonder so many clan elders had not returned. So you had already broken through to the Martial Saint Realm."    

Suddenly, Lu Chen's footsteps stopped. He slowly raised his head and saw a tall middle-aged man not far away.    

His expression was resolute and cold, seeming to be one with the world. Even with Lu Chen's ability, he didn't notice it at the first moment.    

"Is it because of that cave?"    

"In just a year, you broke through to the Martial Saint realm. No wonder the old fellows in the clan are so unwilling to give up."    

This man's eyes were like torches as they stared straight at Lu Chen like a wild beast staring at its favorite prey. His eyes became very passionate.    

"You're also from the Han Family?" Lu Chen asked slowly after a moment of silence. He felt a rare sense of danger from the man.    

"My name is Han Feng."    

The man said coldly.    

"The Han Family's current heir?" Lu Chen narrowed his eyes. Each of the eight great clans had many outstanding juniors, but each of the eight great clans had only one successor. They were definitely the strongest members of the younger generation.    

According to his knowledge, the current Han Family had the ability to suppress the entire Qingzhou younger generation, and was known as the super genius who was most likely to become a saint within a hundred years.    

"Something like that."    

It was obvious that Han Feng was not good with words. He twisted his neck and let out a "crackle" sound. He said expressionlessly, "Do you want to surrender or do you want me to beat you until you kneel on the ground?"    

"Why didn't I beat you to your knees?" Lu Chen smiled and asked.    

Han Feng paused for a second, then sneered, "This joke is not funny."    

With that, he suddenly disappeared from the spot. At the same time, a fist with a metallic luster appeared in front of Lu Chen.    

"Bam."    

Three feet away from Lu Chen's forehead, Han Feng's fist was blocked. One golden fist and one black fist clashed violently, creating eye-catching sparks. With the two as the center, layers of cracks appeared on the ground, forming astonishing shockwaves.    

This was no ordinary wave of air; wherever it swept past, it would annihilate. Even a person with Martial Emperor Level would be smashed into smithereens at the first possible moment.    

"That's right."    

"No wonder our Han clan lost so many elders."    

Han Feng's gaze turned cold as a tsunami-like roar resounded from within his body. His strength increased by a large amount as he punched out, shattering the sky and forming a huge, pitch-black fist print.    

Seeing that, Lu Chen's fist seemed to have been cast by a Immortal Gold, the black fist print shattered into pieces, and like a ferocious giant beast, it pounced down and kicked towards Han Feng's face.    

This kick was extremely domineering, wanting to trample the former beneath his feet.    

"Arrogant."    

Han Feng let out a cold snort. The muscles on his arm bulged and wisps of black demonic flames curled all over his body. His powerful awakening like strength Devil God suddenly increased by a huge amount as sharp battle spears shot out from his five fingers.    

Lu Chen swept out with his leg. Wherever it went, it was like pulling apart rotten weeds. The battle lance shattered in the midst of the explosion.    

The two of them fought intensely, fighting from the ground all the way to the sky and then from the sky to the ground.    

"He is indeed worthy of being the successor of the Han clan."    

Lu Chen frowned. Not only was Han Feng at the late stage of Martial Saint, his physical fitness was not low as well. Thus, in close combat, he was not at a disadvantage. Instead, he relied on his superior cultivation base.    

"Martial Skill Devil Breaking Fist."    

Seeing the deadlock, Han Feng turned his fists and suddenly countless Fist Shadow s exploded. Every single one of them was enough to shatter the stars, and with a devastating aura, they were like meteorites as they rushed towards Lu Chen.    

This was the Han family's supreme martial skill. In Han Feng's hands, it exploded with extremely powerful might, enough to threaten an ordinary late stage Martial Saint.    

"Imperial Fist."    

Lu Chen did not dare to let down his guard. To be able to become the successor of a Feudal Lord family, his strength had definitely far surpassed those of the same realm.    

The appearance of Di Ying and Di Ying's power were even more peerless. With just one attack, all of the meteoric Fist Shadow shattered.    

Lu Chen continued to brandish his Emperor's Fist as he fought even more valiantly, once again clashing with Han Feng. In the end, the two figures almost completely disappeared, only to see two streaks of lightning violently colliding in the sky.    

"Monarch Fist Second Style."    

Seeing that the battle was still in a deadlock, Lu Chen's fighting spirit surged. This was the first time he had met a strong opponent since breaking through to the Martial Saint Realm.    

The power of the Monarch Fist Second Style was several times stronger than before, causing Han Feng to fly out, but at the critical moment, the latter released a golden seal, directly blocking the power of the Emperor Fist.    

"Five Techniques of Capturing and Killing!"    

The more Han Fengyue fought, the more shocked he became. Without the slightest hesitation, he activated the Han Family's Arcane Arts, and its might was several times stronger than before.    

His speed and strength had increased tremendously, and his moves were so vicious and sharp that Lu Chen couldn't help but take a step back.    

"Imperial Fist, third move."    

Lu Chen's gaze turned cold, and once again, he punched out brazenly, colliding heavily with the opponent.    

BOOM!    

With a loud bang, both of them were sent flying backwards at almost the same time.    

Lu Chen forced out the force and immediately stepped on the air to shoot forward, once again heading towards Han Feng.    

The latter was the same.    

The two began to fight ferociously, and in the end, the fight was so intense that it seemed as if the heaven and earth would crack.    

In the end, Han Feng even directly used his Dao weapon, but Lu Chen's body was unparalleled and directly clashed with his bare hands. In the terrifying battle, he finally obtained victory, causing the former to cough out blood and fly into the air.    

"Let's go."    

Although Han Feng revealed an unwilling expression, he clearly knew that he would be in danger if he continued to stay. He immediately crushed the teleportation talisman and disappeared from his original spot.    

"The heir to the family is not simple after all."    

Lu Chen took a deep breath and muttered. Compared to Han Feng, those Han Clan elders from before were simply trash.    

It seemed that the next time he met a descendant of a great clan, he would have to use all his strength to kill them. Otherwise, even if they were to be defeated, he would have ways to protect his life.    

As Han Feng fled, it would be hard for him to conceal his true cultivation. There would definitely be stronger people chasing after him.