Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

"Since we are leaving, how can we not leave some deep memories for the Ximen family!"    

Ao Lingchen's fists were burning with flames. He waved his hands and took a step back, shooting up into the sky like an arrow leaving the bow.    

"Little devil, go to hell!"    

Just as Ao Lingchen flew up into the sky, a frightening murderous aura descended from the sky, violently slapping towards the former's back.    

"I was waiting for you!"    

Flames suddenly rose. A terrifying fire fist mixed with a violent murderous aura rushed out and collided with the palm force that was like a tsunami.    

"Bang!"    

A dull explosive sound was heard. A tyrannical force passed through Ao Lingchen's palm and struck his body. The tyrannical brute force surged wildly in his body, causing his blood to boil. His throat felt sweet, and a stream of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.    

"So strong!" Borrowing this force, Ao Lingchen hastily retreated. He didn't have time to pay attention to the blood at the corner of his mouth. He turned around and wanted to leave as soon as possible.    

"You want to escape? Naive!"    

Looking at the black shadow retreating in front of him, Ximen Rong's eyes were filled with hostility. He joined his palms together. Yuan Qi surged from his entire body and rushed out at a shocking speed. In the blink of an eye, he caught up to Ao Lingchen. The huge palm that contained a terrifying baleful Qi struck out once again. It looked like he was determined to kill Ao Lingchen with this palm.    

"Old man, do you really not care about the Sutra Library? If you don't put out the fire now, your Ximen family will be finished!"    

Ao Lingchen's pale face turned ashen when he felt the overbearing palm force that came like a tsunami. He had already deeply felt the scariness of this man after only two exchanges. If he were to receive a few more slaps from this man, his small body would probably be torn apart.    

Without any time to think, Ao Lingchen's Dantian trembled crazily. The Yuan Qi that was like a dragon and a tiger instantly surged around his body. A trace of Power of Destruction that emitted a frightening aura followed. It instantly surged into his fist, and a terrifying aura surged out in all directions from his fist.    

Hu!    

The moment the fist was swung out, the flaming fist that contained a destructive aura collided with the huge palm that came crashing down from the tempestuous waves.    

"Bang!"    

The sea waves extinguished the flames. The flames burned up the sea waves, and the terrifying impact shook the middle of the two people. At the same time, the two figures were directly sent flying by the rebounding force and crashed onto the ground at the same time.    

"Puff!"    

Ao Lingchen's eyes were ferocious. He spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood from his mouth, and his face was ghastly pale. The powerful Qi disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a dying breath!    

Ximen Rong, who had fallen to the ground with him, was not much better, even though he did not vomit blood. But his face was just as pale and scary. His pale face and white hair gave him a weak aura. In addition, his vision was not good in the middle of the night, and he gave people the feeling that he was half a step into the gates of hell.    

However, a late Martial Spirit was still a late Martial Spirit after all. Ximen Rong quickly circulated his energy. After falling to the ground for a few seconds, he leapt up, and his eyes were filled with viciousness and hostility. He stared at Ao Lingchen coldly. It was this man who wanted to steal the treasures of the Ximen family.    

"It's on fire! Hurry up and put out the fire! Hurry up and put out the fire!"    

Just as the Yuan Qi in Ximen Rong's body surged and he was about to capture Ao Lingchen, the word 'on fire' struck him like a bolt out of the blue. He turned around and looked behind him, and a mouthful of blood uncontrollably spurted out from his mouth.    

It's over, it's really over!    

Ximen Rong only had this thought in his mind. Looking at the Sutra Library that had turned into a fire tower, his heart was dead. He seemed to have seen the Ximen family decline because of his foolish actions.    

"Put out the fire!"    

A loud noise was heard. A large number of people from the Ximen family were rushing over, crazily pouring water everywhere.    

"It's this guy's fault! It's his fault! He must die!"    

Ximen Rong looked at the raging flames with a ferocious expression. The Yuan Qi in his body was circulating without a care for his own life. The violent Yuan Qi surged wildly, making him look like he was inflated. His eyes were like the embodiment of evil, locking onto Ao Lingchen, who had just stood up from the ground.    

Looking at the beast-like gaze, the hairs on Ao Lingchen's back stood up. This guy had gone crazy, he had really gone crazy.    

"You really don't care about the Sutra Library? If you don't go there now, there will really be nothing left."    

Ao Lingchen swallowed his throat. He was constantly on guard, and was also looking for an opportunity to escape.    

The commotion here had already attracted the attention of the Ximen family. A large number of people would soon gather here. If everyone found out that the one who was on fire this time was Sutra Library, they were afraid that those experts who were besieging another man in black would come. Including the patriarch of the Ximen family, all of them would rush here.    

If this was really the case, it would be too difficult for Ao Lingchen to escape!    

"Someone will put out the fire, and you and all your martial skills and cultivation techniques must be left behind for me!"    

Ximen Rong roared ferociously, and a terrifying aura coiled around his body, and his expression became fiendish.    

Everything happened because of the person in front of him. He even took away the most precious martial skills of the Ximen family. Although these few martial skills were not as valuable as the total value of the Sutra Library, each of them was a treasure that could be passed down for a hundred years. Now that Sutra Library had become like this, if Ao Lingchen were to take away the treasures on his body... It wouldn't be enough even if Ximen Rong died a hundred times.    

As soon as his voice faded, Ximen Rong's body emitted a murderous aura that caused one's heart to palpitate. In an instant, he appeared in front of Ao Lingchen. Both of his palms were filled with a frightening aura as he forcefully struck out.    

"Since you want these martial skills, I'll give them to you."    

A wave of madness flashed across the depths of Ao Lingchen's eyes. He stretched both of his hands into his chest and pulled out two scrolls and a book. Then, he suddenly threw out a palm that was filled with a murderous aura.    

"Not good!"    

Looking at the martial skill that was thrown at him, a trace of panic flashed across Ximen Rong's eyes. If his two palms were to hit the martial skill, these three precious treasures would be directly shattered and disappear from the world.    

Struggling to circulate the Yuan Qi in his body, Ximen Rong madly pressed his palms downwards. He would rather miss this best opportunity to kill his enemies than to protect these three martial skills.    

"Bang!"    

The two palms with astonishing brute force slammed onto the ground. The terrifying power shook the surroundings. The ground shook violently, and as thick smoke billowed, the three martial skills were thrown onto Ximen Rong's body. Looking at the intact martial skills, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.    

"Goodbye, old man!"    

It was a rare opportunity to escape. Ao Lingchen smiled as he looked at Ximen Rong, who was hitting the ground. Yuan Qi surged and a cool breeze swept up, directly leaping towards the roof.    

"Oh no."    

Looking at the figure that jumped up, the word 'bad' flashed across Ximen Rong's mind. He had actually given this little devil a chance to escape.    

Sutra Library had already been burned. If he allowed the real murderer to escape with the treasures of Ximen family, what kind of punishment would he receive? It was just a mere thought, and Ximen Rong's fear had already welled up in his heart.    

"Scoundrel, where else do you think you are going to burn the treasure land of the west gate?!"    

The moment Ao Lingchen jumped onto the roof, a crazy roar was heard. After that, a human-shaped figure rushed over, and a heavy punch was thrown at him.    

"Great Elder, don't let him escape! He has stolen a lot of treasures from the third floor!"    

Looking at the figure rushing towards him, Ximen Rong's frenzied roars could be heard from the ground. At this moment, he couldn't care too much about it. All he wanted to do was to leave Ao Lingchen behind and the treasures on his body.