Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

"I didn't expect there to be someone who doesn't know the difference between life and death. Don't tell me you don't know that you can't fight in Battle Arena other than the combat arena?"    

"Haha, it's been a long time since I've seen someone who dares to challenge the people of Battle Arena. Interesting, interesting!"    

Looking at Ao Lingchen who had fallen on the walkway, everyone on the spectating platform looked at Ao Lingchen with a mocking gaze, as if they had already thought of Ao Lingchen's miserable state.    

However, it had to be said that the Heavenly Fiend that flew out from Ao Lingchen's hand had a certain effect on him. This sword strike forced Suen Zhiming, who was trying to smash Suen Zhiming's head into pieces, to retreat at a high speed. At this moment, the latter was staring at Ao Lingchen with a fierce gaze. He looked like he wanted to swallow ___ alive.    

"Lingchen!" Xia Jingxue passed through the crowd of people and squeezed to Ao Lingchen's side. She looked at his pale face with worry.    

"Little devil, how dare you? Don't you know that we are the only ones who have agreed to the Battle Arena? Only by walking onto the fighting stage can we make a move? It seems like the Battle Arena is too peaceful. Even a puny martial master dares to provoke the Battle Arena. "    

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the men who forced Ao Lingchen to retreat stepped forward and walked towards Ao Lingchen. His body was emitting a fierce aura.    

This was too surprising. Ao Lingchen had suddenly interfered with the battle. No one in Battle Arena had thought of this. What kind of place was this? The most violent place in the Imperial City. They had never thought that there would be such a young man who would dare to make a move here. This guy was simply trying to trample the dignity of Battle Arena. He was challenging the bottom line of the Battle Arena.    

Ao Lingchen took a deep breath and held Xia Jingxue behind his back. He stared at the approaching man with a serious expression. His heart was filled with fear. He could feel the scariness of this man. This man gave him the feeling that he was a bottomless pit.    

"Let me send you on your way!"    

The expert from Battle Arena, who was emitting a shocking aura, walked in front of Ao Lingchen. A wave of condensed murderous aura surged out, as if he had seen the miserable death of this little devil in front of him.    

Looking at the warrior in front of him, Ao Lingchen clenched his fists tightly, ready to risk his life to attack. He would not just sit there and wait for death.    

"Wait a moment!"    

Just as the two were about to attack, a cold voice sounded. The moment this voice appeared, the originally aggressive martial artist immediately withdrew the surging Yuan Qi. A trace of reverence appeared on his face.    

"Little fellow, seeing you suddenly make a move, it should have something to do with these two people on the stage. I'll give you a chance. Go on stage and fight for them. As long as you can survive, you will disrupt the rules of Battle Arena today. Forget it, the three of you don't have to die. Of course, if you lose, all of you will die! "    

" How about it? Do you have any objections to my suggestion? "    

When this cold voice sounded, the spectators were dumbfounded. Many of them were filled with doubt, as if they couldn't understand why this person could make a decision for the Battle Arena. Could it be that he was the master of the Battle Arena?    

"No objections, I agree!"    

Ao Lingchen took a deep breath, and his expression became serious. He knew very well that although the other party was asking him if he had any objections, if he dared to say no, his blood would definitely splash all over the Battle Arena today.    

Besides, these two people on the stage actually wanted to ruthlessly attack Suen Zhiming and Su Ningxue. He also wanted to go up and meet them to see if they also had the ability to smash his own head.    

"Haha, interesting. I never thought that the plot would turn around. There is actually someone who wants to intervene. A Martial Master Late Period young man wants to fight two peak Early Martial Spirit swordsmen by himself. I believe that everyone won't reject this sudden battle!"    

Suddenly, a man wearing a clown mask appeared on the martial arts arena. He shouted excitedly and looked at Ao Lingchen with a thought-provoking gaze. He was also curious as to where this young martial master got his courage from.    

"Big Brother Ao!"    

Xia Jingxue held Ao Lingchen's arm tightly, her eyes full of worry. She knew how terrifying the opponent he was going to face next was. It was an existence that could instantly kill Big Brother Suen and Su Ningxue. No matter how confident she was in Ao Lingchen, she was still worried.    

Ao Lingchen gently wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth. He used his hand to support himself on the ground and stood up together with Xia Jingxue. He reached out his hand and gently fiddled with her hair. With a confident expression, he said, "Don't worry, I will be fine. Wait for me here!"    

In a room, a gorgeous young man had a faint smile on his face. "Sister Huang, who is this little devil? He is worth a Cloud Spirit Pill from you."    

"You don't have to worry about it. Who knows whether this Cloud Spirit Pill is yours or not."    

A woman with a frosty face said in a cold tone, as if she didn't care.    

"Haha, then let's wait and see. What do you think, Xuyang?" The noble young master spoke with confidence. As he spoke, he gently twisted his head and looked at the old man sitting beside him with a faint smile.    

"What the Third Prince said is right, two evil disciples will definitely win!"    

The old man beside the young man answered in a panic. His voice was trembling. The smile on his face was like a devil in his eyes!    

...    

Under the burning gaze and cheers that blotted out the sky and covered the earth, Ao Lingchen walked straight up to the martial arts arena and picked Su Ningxue and Suen Zhiming up, placing them at the bottom of the martial arts arena.    

"Brother, I understand. I will be careful. I will bring back the crimes you have suffered!"    

Ao Lingchen looked at Suen Zhiming who wanted to say more but was powerless to open his mouth. His two eyeballs continuously rolled about, signalling him not to speak and nodded at him.    

Ao Lingchen had just fought with Suen Zhiming not long ago. He was very clear about his strength. With his current strength and Su Ningxue's combined strength, he was actually defeated so miserably. It could be seen how terrifying these two brothers were.    

"Martial Master Late Period? Interesting, I never thought that there would really be someone who isn't afraid of death!"    

Looking at Ao Lingchen who walked in front of him and pulled out the dark red long sword that was inserted into the ground, Simple and High's eyes were filled with ridicule as he sneered.    

It wasn't just Simple and High who had such thoughts in his heart. In the entire Battle Arena, except for those who were related to Ao Lingchen, they all felt that Ao Lingchen had gone up the stage to die and paid the price for his reckless actions just now.    

"Big brother, this guy has ruined our fun just now. How should we play with him? Let him know that there are some things that he shouldn't mess with!"    

Yi Ming arrogantly used his long sword to slit Ao Lingchen's throat. He had a ferocious smile on his face, as if he had already seen the miserable state of this junior martial master.    

"Little brother, don't say that. If he is willing to kneel and beg for mercy, we can still give him a quick death!"    

Simple Gao seemed to be interested in his little brother's words, and he also had a mocking sneer on his face.    

"Hahaha, right, if he is willing to kneel down, we can indeed give him a quick death." Simple Ming looked up at the sky and laughed. He looked at Ao Lingchen with disdain, "Little devil, kneel down. I will give you a quick death!"    

"Don't talk so much nonsense. Do it!"    

Ao Lingchen held the Heavenly Fiend tightly. His face was expressionless, and he spoke in a cold tone. The person in front of him didn't seem to be a strong enemy, but a little lamb that he could slaughter at any time.    

"You have some pride. Since that's the case, you can go to hell!"    

Initially, he wanted to see Ao Lingchen kneel down and beg for mercy, but he didn't expect this guy to be so arrogant in the end. He still dared to show his face to him. Jian Yiming immediately went berserk and thrust out the longsword in his hand. He didn't need to work with his big brother to deal with a mere martial master like Ao Lingchen.