Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

Ao Lingchen had no time to care about the turbulent situation in Twilight City. At this moment, he was shutting himself in his room with a solemn expression on his face.    

"Profound Heavenly Three Styles!"    

Reading the memories in his mind, Ao Lingchen's expression turned serious. This was the fortune he had obtained from the Martial Monolith in the underground palace. According to the information he had obtained, this was the true good fortune of the secret realm. And the five light spheres on the surface were just a pretense.    

It wasn't that the five large spheres of light were fake, but that they were inferior to the Profound Heavenly Three Styles!    

The Profound Heavenly Three Styles were respectively destroyed in all directions, destroyed by the Chaotic Heaven And Earth Law, and destroyed by the heaven and earth!    

Ao Lingchen had never cultivated these three techniques, so he wasn't sure how terrifying they were. However, just the domineering name alone gave him a sense of oppression, and it filled his heart with anticipation.    

"Interesting. However, what is the level of this martial skill? Why isn't there any record of it?"    

He had not started cultivating it, but Ao Lingchen was very curious about the martial skill he had obtained. Unlike the martial skills he had obtained in the past, there was no record of the level of the martial skill in this book. This made him somewhat puzzled.    

"Let's try it out first!"    

Ao Lingchen took a deep breath. Since he did not know the level of this martial skill, he could only be like an elephant crossing a river. Every step he took was a step at a time. He could explore it step by step!    

In his mind, the cultivation path of Ten Directions Annihilation appeared. The Yuan Qi in his body attempted to circulate according to the path above.    

It exceeded Ao Lingchen's expectations. In his guess, it could become the fortune of a mystic realm. This martial technique must be difficult to cultivate. The difficulty was extremely shocking. However, this was the first time he used this martial skill, and he unexpectedly felt as if he was familiar with it. It was so magical to be able to operate it smoothly without any bottlenecks.    

"Could it be that this kind of martial technique that doesn't know its rank is especially easy to master?"    

A trace of doubt flowed through Ao Lingchen's heart. Then, he gathered all of his concentration and focused his attention on the Circulatory Cycle Annihilation. He worked hard in accordance with the Circulatory Cycle Annihilation.    

"Hu!"    

Ten breaths later, Ao Lingchen's face was full of fatigue. His head was full of sweat and his face was pale. All of the Yuan Qi in his body had been used up.    

"This martial skill requires such a huge amount of Yuan Qi. Even with the Yuan Qi in my body, I can't even complete half of the circulation path?"    

Although it was easy to get started, Ao Lingchen quickly understood that it was not that simple. The Yuan Qi in his body could not even complete one Circulatory Cycle Revolution, let alone use this powerful martial skill.    

"It's so easy to get started, but it requires such a large amount of Yuan Qi. Could this be the difficulty of a martial skill?"    

Ao Lingchen guessed in his heart and quickly abandoned this thought. If that was the case, it would not be difficult at all. After all, as long as one's cultivation level increased, this difficulty would be useless.    

He never would have thought that the reason why he could get it so easily was because... It was entirely because when his consciousness was lost, the shadow had occupied his body. Based on his understanding of martial techniques and his vast blood energy, he had already used it once, allowing his body's memory molecules to have a deep understanding of the operation of martial arts. This was the reason why he felt that there was no difficulty in getting started.    

A human's body was a very mysterious existence. When one often did something, the cells in the body would have a memory of this kind of thing. This was the so-called inertia. Ao Lingchen's phenomenon was similar to inertia.    

Without this part of memory, Ao Lingchen thought that he wouldn't have been able to figure it out even if his head split open. However, he didn't have the time to think about such a thing. The Yuan Qi in his body had been depleted, causing him to be in a state of exhaustion. He had to cultivate as soon as possible to replenish his energy.    

While Ao Lingchen was recovering his energy, the Tianwu Academy was in a mess. Dozens of forces had come to the Tianwu Academy's entrance to confront the elders and instructors of the academy.    

What was shocking was that there were dozens of coffins behind these people. This scene not only shocked the students, but also the mentors and elders of the Tianwu Academy.    

"Dean Mo, let us go. I will not leave until I have achieved my goal in coming to the academy!"    

In front of the door of the Tianwu Academy, a middle-aged man with red and swollen eyes looked at the old man in front of him with grief. A sad and depressing atmosphere was emitted from his body.    

He was the father of one of the many young men that Ao Lingchen had killed. He knew that his son had died under the lead of the Ximen family. He carried the coffin to the Tianwu Academy to seek justice for his son.    

"No, the Tianwu Academy has its rules. You are not allowed to enter!"    

The one who stopped them from entering the Tianwu Academy was the Vice President of the Tianwu Academy, Mo Yunfeng. After learning about Ao Lingchen's matter from Xia Jingxue, he had a headache. Initially, this matter should have been handled by the dean himself, but not long ago, the dean had gone into secluded cultivation. This matter could only be placed on his head. He also did not expect these people to arrive so quickly.    

"Dean Mo, hand over Ao Lingchen. My young master died in his hands. Do you think we will let this matter rest?"    

While Mo Yunfeng was having a headache, a middle-aged man with a mustache who was emitting a violent killing intent strode forward. He was the one who initiated the palace coercion. He was the Eighth Elder of Ximen family, Ximen Sheng.    

There were so many disciples in the Ximen family, and his favorite was Ximen Guang. He had never thought that he would hear such bad news this time. This was also the reason why he was here.    

Ximen Sheng only had one purpose in coming here, and that was to cut off Ao Lingchen's head and use it as a memorial.    

"Yes, hand him over!"    

"Hand him over!"    

With Ximen Sheng taking the lead, the people who were initially afraid of the Tianwu Academy spoke out one after another. Those who died must be brought back to justice.    

The noise in his ears gave Mo Yunfeng an unusual headache. It was the first time since the Tianwu Academy was founded that they had been surrounded by so many powerful forces. This was also the first time he had witnessed such a huge commotion and denouncing a young man.    

"Dean Mo, let's hand that little devil over. After all, this farce was caused by him. He should pay the price. We don't have to bear the anger of these people for him!"    

A cold voice sounded in Mo Yunfeng's ears. A middle-aged man wearing a black robe landed beside him, giving off an oppressive atmosphere.    

Hearing the words of this man, Mo Yunfeng frowned slightly. This man was the master of Law Enforcement Hall. He didn't expect that this man would say such words.    

However, thinking about the relationship between Ao Lingchen and Law Enforcement Hall, Mo Yunfeng understood why he would say such words.    

With the suppression of dozens of major powers in front of the gate, and the Law Enforcement Hall who insisted on handing over the person, this matter was truly a headache.    

What should he do?    

Mo Yunfeng thought of Xia Jingxue's pleas for him, and he felt an unusual headache coming on!    

"Director, if it were you, what would you do?"    

Mo Yunfeng tried to put himself in the position of the Dean, but it seemed like the trouble in front of him had not improved at all.