Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

Even though he had risked his life to come all the way here, he had still made a lot of money. But Ao Lingchen knew very well what his goal was. What he wanted was not these martial skills. It was the Mixed Essence Arts that his father had left for him. This was what he wanted to find the most.    

Currently, eight out of the nine bronze boxes on the third floor had been removed, leaving only the one on the top that had yet to be opened. If it was not the Mixed Essence Arts inside, then... Although Ao Lingchen had snuck into this place today... He had obtained a large amount of precious martial skills and cultivation techniques, but it could only be considered a failure. With the vast amount of secret manuals on the two lower levels, it was impossible to find the Mixed Essence Arts in a short period of time.    

"Goddess of Luck, bless!"    

Ao Lingchen gently placed his hands on the bronze box and muttered to himself. He gently used his hands to open the checkpoint on the bronze box and opened the iron box.    

An ancient book made of needlework and sewing was stably placed in it. On it were the words Mixed Essence Arts written with vigorous force.    

"It really is the Mixed Essence Arts, this is great!"    

Looking at the book in the bronze box, Ao Lingchen's eyes were filled with joy and excitement. He had never thought that things would go so smoothly. He had finally found the Mixed Essence Arts here, and this trip was not in vain.    

"So your goal is the Mixed Essence Arts!"    

Just as Ao Lingchen's heart was filled with excitement, and his attention was focused on the box, a cold and calm voice rang out. There was a hint of ridicule hidden in the calm voice.    

"Who is it?"    

The zealousness in his heart instantly cooled down. His pupils shrank rapidly, and the fine hairs on his back stood up.    

Ao Lingchen immediately turned his head and looked around, trying to find the owner of the voice. At the same time, he kept the Mixed Essence Arts on the bronze box into his arms. This was his goal, how could he let it go?    

What surprised him was that his eyes swept across the surroundings. He couldn't even see a single ghost, let alone a human. Where did this strange sound come from?    

"Who are you? Why did you sneak into my Ximen family and try to steal the Mixed Essence Arts?!"    

It seemed like he wasn't worried that Ao Lingchen would run away. The voice carried a trace of doubt, as if it wanted to find out the identity of the latter.    

This was the core area of the Ximen family. Even if it wasn't a dragon's pond or a tiger's den, it was impossible to escape from here unless one had wings. Otherwise, even if the black-clothed man kept his martial skill and cultivation technique, it would be impossible for him to leave.    

Ao Lingchen scanned his surroundings and frowned. It would be too passive if he couldn't find any traces of the enemy. He had no idea where the enemy would attack from. The most important thing was... He didn't have time to waste here. If the man in black outside was suppressed... The movement here would be known by everyone. At that time, the entire Ximen family would attack together. It would be too difficult to escape.    

"I'm your grandpa!"    

Ao Lingchen tried his best to remain calm. Suddenly, he let out a low roar and threw the two scrolls in his arms towards the wall of the tower.    

"How dare you!"    

An old man jumped down from the top of the third floor. Like a cheetah, he jumped several meters to the wall of the tower and caught the two lights with one hand.    

The scrolls on the third floor were the treasures of Ximen family. If one of the scrolls was destroyed, no matter how high the old man's status was in Ximen family, he would not be able to bear it.    

The one guarding Sutra Library was an elder of Ximen family, the Sixth Elder of the West Gate, Ximen Rong.    

Speaking of which, he was the one who had to face such an exasperated situation. He had already noticed it the moment Ao Lingchen entered the Sutra Library. However, it had been a long time since someone had visited the Sutra Library at night. He wanted to see what this little guy, who had yet to enter the Martial Spirit, wanted to do. Until he flipped through the rare martial skills on the third level and found out that his target was the Mixed Essence Arts. Only then did he satisfy his curiosity.    

However, curiosity killed the cat. Ximen Rong originally thought that he would be able to take down this weak junior martial master, but he didn't expect that he would use the Destruction Martial Technique Scroll to threaten him.    

"There's actually a wall above my head!"    

Ao Lingchen glanced at the top of the wall. There seemed to be a rope at the spot where the wood was blocked. This person might have been on top of it all this time. He did not expect that when he had blocked the killer, he would meet a fellow martial artist here today.    

He did not dare to think too much about it. A cool breeze blew and he rushed to the stairs at once. He tried to leave as soon as possible.    

"Don't even think about escaping!"    

Ximen Rong's eyes were red as he roared in a suppressed manner. Yuan Qi surged within his body like a crazy Fierce Beast.    

Sensing the fierce and violent energy surging behind him, a bitter smile appeared on Ao Lingchen's face. Although he had already obtained the Mixed Essence Arts, there was still a fierce tiger behind him. It was extremely difficult for him to escape.    

"Take my palm!"    

Ao Lingchen had just jumped down from the stairs, and the moment he stepped onto the second floor, a powerful energy wave came crashing down like a tidal wave, aiming straight at his head. The attack was so vicious that it made one's hair stand on end.    

The force of the palm was like a continuous wave. The power of the wave increased exponentially, and the inside of the tower was filled with an oppressive feeling of suffocation.    

"Damned old man, you're still haunting me!"    

Ao Lingchen felt a chill on his forehead. His eyes were cold. Facing such a killing technique, even though he was confident in his own body's strength, he still didn't dare to recklessly resist it.    

"Flame Explosion!"    

At this critical moment, Ao Lingchen could only madly stimulate the Yuan Qi in his body like tidal waves, and hot flames were unleashed along with the fist force.    

"Bang!"    

The fist and palm collided, and a dull explosive sound rang out. Powerful waves of air spread out in all directions.    

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!    

"So strong, a Late Martial Spirit warrior!"    

Ao Lingchen's face turned pale, and he hastily retreated with both of his legs. His body couldn't help but fall back, and he crashed into a bookshelf.    

He already knew that this old man in front of him wasn't someone to be trifled with. He was a top expert, no wonder he was guarding the Ximen family's Sutra Library. It would be extremely difficult for him to escape from such an expert.    

In the end, he was still too naive.    

"Bang!"    

With a huge collision sound, the bookshelf filled with martial technique books fell down, and the things inside scattered.    

"If you want the Mixed Essence Arts, a Martial Master Late Period can take one of my palm strikes without dying. I think I know who you are. You are the evil survivor of the Ao family, Ao Lingchen. I really didn't waste any effort to obtain it. This is the will of the heavens!"    

An excited and ruthless voice sounded out from the stairs.    

The fist and palm collided violently. Under the violent impact of the force, Ximen Rong's expression did not change. He did not show any signs of fatigue, and his aura was shocking. He took a light step and descended from the sky. With a calm tone, he said, "Today, not only can you not bring the Mixed Essence Arts away, even you won't be able to leave."    

His cold voice and imposing manner made Ao Lingchen's face turn ashen. Although this fellow's words were unpleasant to the ears, it was the truth. He wanted to leave safely in front of this old man, who possessed astonishing strength, in front of the Ximen family. It was like being trapped in a beast trap, like a group of herons soaring into the sky. It would be extremely difficult.    

What should I do, what should I do?    

Ao Lingchen's heart was in chaos. He clenched his fists tightly, trying his best to control his emotions and calm himself down. Only by calming down could he think of a way to find a countermeasure.    

With his mind in a mess, Ao Lingchen scanned his surroundings. Suddenly, his attention was focused on the scattered martial skills and cultivation techniques around him.    

"Martial techniques, cultivation techniques!"    

With a flash of light, Ao Lingchen seemed to have thought of something.