Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

The giant tiger lunged forward. Its sharp claws shone with a cold light, and its murderous aura soared to the sky. Every one of them who saw this scene felt worried for Ao Lingchen, who was bleeding from his arm.    

"Since you are so confident, I will crush you!"    

Sensing the monstrous murderous aura, they looked at the sharp claws slashing down furiously. The sharp aura was fierce and brutal. Ao Lingchen clenched his fists tightly. The dull sound of frying beans exploded, and a shocking evil aura surged out from the depths of his heart. The vigorous Yuan Qi surged wildly, and the Ten Direction Annihilation was activated at an astonishing speed. The aura of destruction spread out wantonly.    

"Fire Explosion!"    

Facing the fatal attack, he didn't retreat but instead advanced. Under the gazes of the crowd, Ao Lingchen was like a fire god rushing towards the nine heavens. He moved forward in a blaze of fire and threw out both fists in his hands.    

Being unarmed was indeed Ao Lingchen's biggest weakness when facing the terrifying sharp claws. However, so what? He was confident in his own physique and the strange Power of Destruction.    

"Go to hell!"    

Seeing that Ao Lingchen didn't choose to escape, Murong Feng's eyes lit up. As if he had seen the scene he wanted to see the most, his sharp claws slashed down crazily. The illusion of the white tiger shrunk rapidly. Boundless murderous aura mixed with monstrous force surged into the sharp claws in his hand. The murderous aura surged.    

"Bang!"    

The flames and cold lights were like a torrent that merged with each other. It carried a powerful force as it charged in all directions, causing the ground to shake violently. It was like a huge earthquake. The tyrannical force caused the hard stone platform below to continuously crack. Even the hard limestone was unable to withstand such a shocking collision.    

The intense light was dazzling and unpleasant to the eyes. Even so, everyone would rather bear the unbearable pain from their eyes and roll their eyes to shed tears. They wanted to forcefully support themselves as they stared at the martial stage. Everyone wanted to see the result of the collision first, and they all wanted to know who would win.    

The strong light condensed and didn't dissipate. On the platform, Ao Lingchen and Murong Feng were deeply submerged in flames and cold light. Their fists and claws collided, and they were evenly matched.    

"Don't your hands hurt?!"    

Murong Feng coldly glanced at Ao Lingchen's bloody right fist. Blood was flowing out from it. The skin on the surface of the fist had been torn open by the sharp claws. The sharp cold light penetrated through the wound and penetrated into the interior. The frightening evil energy caused the flesh to rise up, and the scene made one's heart palpitate.    

Ao Lingchen looked as if he didn't feel anything. He said calmly, "Do you think you won?"    

As soon as he finished speaking, a black power mixed with a terrifying power surged out from the bloody fist. The shocking power suddenly went berserk.    

"What is this?"    

Glancing at the black power that was rushing towards him, Murong Feng's throat rolled. He could feel the threat of death from this black power. This kind of extremely terrifying power was penetrating through the sharp claws in his hand.    

"What is this? It is naturally something I prepared for you!"    

Ao Lingchen coldly snorted. His eyes flashed with a crazy and ruthless look. The Yuan Qi in his body swept out like a hurricane, crazily surging onto his right arm and fusing with the black Power of Destruction.    

"The one who lost is you!"    

A hoarse voice was spat out from Ao Lingchen's mouth. Yuan Qi surged like a dragon. The black Power of Destruction moved along with the Yuan Qi wildly. A powerful force suddenly exploded.    

"Boom!"    

"Ah!"    

A deafening explosion sounded. There was no blinding light, but there was blood accompanying it.    

The moment the destructive energy exploded along with the Yuan Qi, the terrifying energy exploded in Murong Feng's body. The terrifying impact exploded in his body. No matter how heaven-defying the White Tiger Devil Technique was, it was useless. It vanished like a ferocious white tiger being torn apart by the powerful force.    

Murong Feng, who was enveloped by the illusion, felt a pain in his lower abdomen. He felt a sweetness in his throat, and blood spurted out from his mouth.    

"Hiss!"    

The sudden change made most of them suck in a breath of cold air. This turn of events was too shocking.    

From the claw strike, Ao Lingchen's fist was badly mutilated. Everyone felt sorry for him, but no one looked down on him because his opponent was too powerful.    

However, just as everyone was about to accept this idea, the situation changed. Ao Lingchen seemed to have been possessed by a Heavenly God. He unleashed a shocking force and forcefully suppressed Murong Feng, defeating him.    

"This is the power. It's so terrifying. It seems like senior brother is talking about this kind of power!"    

Ao Lingchen's Power of Destruction flashed past, and he even specially wrapped it with violent Yuan Qi. However, the moment the brutal Qi appeared, Suen Zhiming, who had been paying attention to him, could already smell the terrifying Qi.    

"He really did hide some of his abilities. How can someone who can step into the ninth floor be so weak?"    

A smile appeared on Mo Yunfeng's face. He was still a distance away from Ao Lingchen. However, he was constantly paying attention to the latter. The moment the Qi in his body changed... He knew that Ao Lingchen was going to use his trump card. Sure enough, this little guy didn't let him down.    

Everyone had a certain prejudice in their hearts. If Mo Yunfeng told them what he wanted from the bottom of his heart... He still hoped that Ao Lingchen would win in the end. After all, Murong Feng was a member of the Murong family. He had come to the Tianwu Academy with a purpose. At most, he would come to the Gold rank, which was different from the academy that Ao Lingchen was born and raised in.    

"How could this be? This Ao Lingchen is only a Martial Master Late Period, how could he be so powerful?"    

Peng Yuansheng, who was standing next to Mo Yunfeng, had a shocked expression on his face. The scene in front of him made him unable to believe it.    

Ao Lingchen didn't pay attention to what everyone was thinking. All his attention was focused on Murong Feng.    

"What do you think? You can walk down by yourself. Let me give you a punch and a kick."    

Even though Murong Feng had a ferocious look on his face, Ao Lingchen still spoke forcefully. He knew very well how terrifying his attack was. He was simply holding on. Even if he didn't attack him, he would just stand on the martial stage. He wouldn't be able to hold on for too long.    

Ao Lingchen's cold words were like a sharp blade, fiercely stabbing Murong Feng's heart a few times, causing his pale face to become even more miserable.    

"You are ruthless!"    

Murong Feng gritted his teeth. He knew his own situation very well. Since the other party had already seen through him, there was no need for him to ask for trouble anymore.    

With the suppressed hatred in his heart, Murong Feng walked down the martial stage with great difficulty. He was afraid that Ao Lingchen would suddenly go crazy and punch him in the face like Ye Ba and the others.    

"Phew, it's our turn!"    

Seeing Murong Feng walk down from the martial stage, Ao Lingchen let out a long sigh of relief. What a fierce fight just now!    

"You have just finished the battle, and you have consumed too much of your energy. You should recover first. Besides, even if you have recovered to your peak, I will still take advantage of you."    

Suen Zhiming walked towards Ao Lingchen from the edge of the stage, and spoke with a serious expression on his face.    

Although Suen Zhiming desired victory, he didn't want to do something so unfair. He wanted to wait for Ao Lingchen to recover to his peak state so that he could have a showdown with him.    

"Alright!"    

Ao Lingchen didn't hesitate. He knew that his current condition wasn't Suen Zhiming's combined strength.    

Ao Lingchen closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged on the spot, circulating the Creation Spell to restore his Yuan Qi. He wasn't worried that Suen Zhiming would attack him while he was recuperating.