Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

The clash of killing intent and opposition caused the atmosphere to freeze as no one consciously broke the three-legged standoff.    

It was not that everyone was afraid of battle, but rather that they were wary of each other. Just based on their momentum alone, everyone could feel that their strengths were about the same. With one move, the whole body would be affected. No matter who it was, the first move would definitely cause the other two to attack. This would result in a two versus one situation.    

No matter if it was Suen Zhiming, Ao Lingchen, or the arrogant Murong Feng, none of them had the confidence to fight two opponents at the same time.    

"Big Brother Suen."    

Just as the three of them were considering how to attack, Ao Lingchen spoke in advance and looked at Suen Zhiming with a calm expression.    

When he spoke, besides Suen Zhiming and Murong Feng who had their eyes locked onto him, everyone below the stage looked at Ao Lingchen, wanting to know what he wanted to do at this moment.    

Peng Yuansheng frowned. He thought of a possibility. Could it be that Ao Lingchen wanted to form an alliance with Suen Zhiming?    

Ignoring the stares from the crowd, Ao Lingchen spoke in a calm tone, as if the momentum of the collision didn't affect him at all. "I think this will become a competition of momentum if this continues. Why don't you go to the side first? I will finish off this jealous king, then I will have a showdown with you!"    

The battle between Murong Feng and Su Ningxue had shown great power, but in Ao Lingchen's eyes, he was still weaker than Suen Zhiming. Therefore, this was the opponent that should be eliminated in advance.    

Ao Lingchen knew very well that with Murong Feng's hatred towards him, if he didn't defeat him first, he would have to constantly be on guard against all kinds of evil tricks from this poisonous snake in the chaotic battle. In this way, it would be better for him to stand out and take care of this poisonous snake first.    

"The jealous king, interesting. Then let your love rival have a fight first. It just so happens that I can take advantage of him."    

Suen Zhiming was also teased by Ao Lingchen's words, but he didn't refute it. Although this would give him some advantage, he would give his opponent some time to recover when the victor was decided between the two of them.    

The jealous king, the jealous king, these words fell into Murong Feng's ears. A ball of anger was faintly discernible. He didn't expect Ao Lingchen to look down on him so much. But this was good as well. As long as he didn't join hands with Suen Zhiming, then you don't have to worry about being suppressed by two people.    

Since Ao Lingchen wanted to end up like this, then he would fulfill his wish first.    

"Wait at the side for a while. Very soon!"    

The corner of Ao Lingchen's mouth curled slightly. He withdrew his gaze from Suen Zhiming and focused all of his attention on Murong Feng. The Qi that rushed out of his body immediately turned the tip of the spear, like a stormy sea. It was terrifying and oppressive, and it rushed towards the latter.    

The moment Ao Lingchen's Qi shifted, Suen Zhiming withdrew his Qi. He took a light step and retreated quickly. In the blink of an eye, he appeared at the edge of the martial stage, leaving the main battlefield to the two of them.    

"Hmph, a puny martial master who hasn't even reached the peak yet, yet you still want to be my enemy? You don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"    

Ao Lingchen's body was aggressive, and he was like a ferocious beast as he ferociously attacked. Murong Feng's reaction was slightly slower, and his breathing became rapid. However, his strength wasn't weak after all. It was just for a moment. A shocking Qi rushed out of his body like a flood, violently pushing away the Qi that was pressing down on him.    

"Do it. Use that so-called White Tiger fiendish aura of yours!"    

Ao Lingchen's cold eyes looked across. His expression was fixed in front of him. His fists were tightly clenched, and the veins on his body were trembling continuously. He was like a green dragon that had flipped over. His muscles were clearly defined, and he seemed to have an astonishing strength.    

After the battle between Murong Feng and Su Ningxue, Ao Lingchen had specially asked Suen Zhiming for guidance on the illusory white tiger statue. He also knew the origin of this jealous king and his most terrifying means.    

"Yay! Interesting. You have seen my white tiger statue before, but you still dare to be so arrogant. It's indeed not bad. Since you want to test the power of the white tiger, I will let you have a taste. However, don't blame me if you die."    

With a deep tone, Murong Feng took out the sharp claw from his waist and put it on his right hand. The corner of his mouth revealed a contemptuous sneer, "I think with your small body, you should be able to become a meat skewer with just two strikes!"    

As soon as his voice faded, a violent Yuan Qi swept out from Murong Feng's body crazily. It was as if a volcano had erupted. A huge ferocious white tiger appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around his body. The ferocious and ferocious tiger head roared madly towards the sky. A terrifying tiger roar resounded across the entire square. It made people feel a kind of fear towards it from the depths of their hearts.    

"This is the White Tiger Ferocious Qi that you want to see. It's also my ultimate skill. Don't you regret it very much now!"    

Murong Feng's expression was arrogant. He gently stroked the sharp claw with his left hand, as if he wanted to make it shine even brighter. Then, he used the most ferocious method to pierce through Ao Lingchen's defense, and the sharp claw dug into Ao Lingchen's heart!    

"Such a heavy murderous Qi. It is worthy of being called the White Tiger Ferocious Qi. It is indeed powerful. No wonder it can defeat Su Ningxue!"    

Feeling the incoming murderous aura, Ao Lingchen's eyes were filled with a cold light. He had a deeper feeling when facing this illusion. Although it was just an illusion, it was just an illusion. No wonder he could use this thing to rip apart the combat weapon created by the zither sound.    

"Let's go to hell and sigh with emotion!"    

With a cold smile, Yuan Qi gushed out from Murong Feng's feet, and a fierce force suddenly exploded. His figure was like an arrow that had left the bow, and he rushed out explosively. Together with his figure, he moved a huge ferocious tiger. He waved his huge claw, and a fierce light of his claw flashed across the sky.    

Ao Lingchen coldly harrumphed as he felt the fierce claw light rushing towards him. The Yuan Qi in his body surged out like a tidal wave, crazily surging onto his right fist. The terrifying flame instantly raged.    

Murong Feng suddenly waved his sharp claw. A giant tiger lunged at him, its sharp claw pressing down on him. A terrifying murderous aura followed, as if it was going to swallow Ao Lingchen whole.    

"What a show-off! Shatter!"    

In the face of this ferocious evil Fierce Tiger, Ao Lingchen unleashed his strongest combat strength. The fiery explosion struck forward.    

"Bang!"    

"Bang!"    

Horrifying flames soared into the sky, and fierce claw lights shot out in all directions. The force was like a tidal wave that was crashing on the ground. The martial stage and the ground of the square shook violently, as if there was an earthquake with a high intensity.    

"It's too powerful!"    

The changes on the martial stage and the shaking of the square shook everyone on the scene. They all stared with their eyes wide open, afraid that they would miss out on one of the details.    

"The two of them are evenly matched!"    

The moment the flames dispersed, it was like a martial stage that had been out of practice for a long time. A young man had punched a sharp claw with his bare fist, giving people the impression that he was fighting a giant tiger claw with his bare fist.    

"However, using his fist to meet the sharp claw head on, Ao Lingchen is still too arrogant. This is the result of his actions."    

The audience looked at the scene under the sharp claw, where blood was flowing on the surface of the seemingly domineering fist, and sighed with emotion.    

"Your fist doesn't seem to be as hard as you think it is!"    

When they first met, Murong Feng saw Ao Lingchen using his fist to defend against his sharp claws. He thought Ao Lingchen's fist was really powerful, but at this moment, he seemed to have seen Ao Lingchen's miserable state.    

"En!"    

Ao Lingchen didn't seem to mind. He didn't seem to see the blood on his fist, as if he didn't feel the pain. Both of his eyes were fixed in front of him.