Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

The Arena Elder went on stage, and the crowd was in an uproar. The entire square was in an uproar. The top ten ranking tournament that everyone was paying attention to was finally going to be revealed.    

No matter how lively and exciting the arena matches were, they were still weaker than the Tianwu Ranking Tournament. Even though the exciting exchange between Suen Zhiming and Ye Gaoxiong had erupted in this year's arena matches, it still did not change everyone's expectations for the top ten ranking matches.    

"It's finally starting!"    

Looking at the old man who jumped down from the center of the stage, a faint smile emerged on Ao Lingchen's face, and a hint of anticipation appeared in his eyes.    

Competing with the strong was what most martial artists were looking forward to. Competing with geniuses of the same age was also what Ao Lingchen was looking forward to the most. Ever since he had awakened in the wilderness, he had full confidence in his own strength. Even if it was an opponent stronger than him, he was fearless.    

Ao Lingchen wasn't the only one who was looking forward to it. Everyone on the martial stage was feeling the same way.    

"Congratulations to all of you for becoming the arena masters of this year's competition. You are all members of the Tianwu's ranking. At the same time, all of you have obtained the qualification to participate in the Essence Sword Sect's examination in Imperial Capital! I believe that in time, all of you will become dragons and phoenixes amongst men. Become a dragon among men! Mighty ones who can shake the world. "    

Looking at the ten people standing upright on the platform, an indifferent smile emerged on the face of the elder. These were all good seedlings of the Tianwu Academy. As long as they were given some time to grow, they would definitely become a mighty warrior in the future.    

Anyone would love to hear compliments, especially since these compliments came from the elder of the Tianwu Academy. Naturally, he would enjoy it.    

"The rules of the competition are the same every year. I believe that everyone has a clear idea of the rules. I won't say anything more. Next, let's start drawing lots."    

The Ranking Tournament of the Tianwu had been held for many years. The only difference this year compared to the previous years was that the top ten had the qualification to go to the Imperial City. Now that the top ten had been decided, there wouldn't be any difference later on.    

A small white sealed box appeared out of nowhere in the hands of the competitive elder. He pushed the box forward and said, "Each person will draw one. The rules are the same. Number one will fight number ten, number two will fight number eight, and then we will fight according to the order of the competition."    

Looking at the white box, everyone was very self-aware and approached it.    

"Number 6!"    

Suen Zhiming was the first to reach in and take out the small ball. A clear number 6 was written on it.    

"It's actually number 6. I didn't expect Suen Zhiming to be the last one to enter the stage!"    

"That's right, isn't this the final appearance of the King's City?!"    

"Haha, what you all said makes sense."    

Seeing Suen Zhiming draw the serial number, the surrounding audience also began to discuss. Everyone naturally knew that this serial number represented the opponents and order of the participants, but it didn't prevent them from bringing trouble upon themselves.    

There was one thing that everyone agreed on. This was a very good number, and it was the number that could restore one's vitality for the longest period of time.    

"Number 1!"    

Casually pulling out the white ball, Ao Lingchen looked at the number in his hand and was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that he would be the first one. It seemed like the heavens were still very fond of him, allowing him to be the first one to appear.    

Although the first one to enter the stage was missing a break time, Ao Lingchen didn't mind at all. When he fought with Ye Ba, he used up more of his physical strength. He relied on his physical strength, so he didn't consume too much of his Yuan Qi. In addition, he cultivated the Creation Spell. The biggest advantage of this skill was that it could quickly absorb the surrounding natural energy. Using the natural energy as a medium, it could quickly absorb Yuan Qi.    

"Number 3!"    

After Ao Lingchen drew the lots, Xia Jingxue also hurriedly stretched out her hand. She did not know if she wanted to draw the small ball that was fighting with the former or something else. Of course, in the end, she took out a small white ball with the number 3 written on it.    

"Number four!"    

Su Ningxue directly pulled out the number four ball.    

The drawing of lots was carried out under the enthusiastic hands of everyone. In a short while, nine out of ten people had drawn their balls, leaving only the Ximen Country.    

"This time, I don't need to draw anymore!"    

The Ximen Country looked at the box in front of them with an ashen face. It wasn't that the last drawing of lots made him unhappy, but the number that had yet to be revealed made him gloomy.    

Now that number one to nine had been drawn, there was no need to talk about the rest anymore.    

Among these people, the person that the Ximen Country hated the most was Ao Lingchen. The person he wanted to kill the most was also Ao Lingchen, but the person he hated the most was also Ao Lingchen. At this moment, his emotions were extremely complicated.    

"It's him. Perfect. We'll collect the debt from him first!"    

Ao Lingchen narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at the Ximen Country that was no longer drawing lots. A strong killing intent emerged in his deep heart.    

In the Twilight City, besides the Ye family, the Ximen family was Ao Lingchen's greatest enemy. There would be a life and death battle between him and this family, and only one of them could live. Therefore, once he found an opportunity, he would never let the people of the Ximen family leave alive.    

"I wonder what will happen if one of the candidates on the Tianwu's list is missing."    

An idea emerged in his mind. The corner of Ao Lingchen's mouth curled up slightly, and he revealed a strange smile. He seemed to have seen the image of the Ximen Country's life fading away.    

The competitive elder turned a blind eye to the friction in the surroundings. He immediately put away the small white box. If this young man didn't even have such a hot-blooded impulse, he wouldn't even be able to withstand such a small test. His future achievements wouldn't be very high either.    

"The result of the draw is that the first match will be between Ao Lingchen and the Ximen Country. The second match will be between Yun Muhcong and Murong Feng. The third match will be between Xia Jingxue and Bu Xie, and the fourth match will be between Su Ningxue and Battle King Wu Sheng. The fifth match was between Suen Zhiming and Guo Xuan Fei." The elder's sharp eyes swept across everyone and said slowly, "Now, except for Ao Lingchen and Ximen Country, the rest of you, leave the martial stage!"    

Without realizing it, it was already noon. In order to complete the competition today, they didn't have much time to waste.    

After everyone left, only Ao Lingchen and Ximen Country were left on the Martial Dais. Ao Lingchen said with a calm expression, "Since the heavens have arranged for us to meet on this Martial Dais, let's settle our grudges and grudges together."    

"Hmph, today is the day you pay with your life for my brother!"    

Although the Ximen Country was afraid of Ao Lingchen's strength, they still remembered that their brother had died in this man's hands. When they thought about how they were severely injured in the forest, the resentment in their hearts made them throw everything to the back of their minds. There was only one thought left in his mind, and that was to burn the skin and bones of this evil man in front of him.    

"If you want to kill me, then it will depend on whether you have the ability or not!"    

The corners of Ao Lingchen's mouth curled into a cold smile, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly. A cold light flickered in his eyes. He clenched his right fist and a clear sound came from above. The Ximen Country wanted to kill him, so why wouldn't he want to kill him as well? As for who could survive, that would depend on whose fist was stronger.    

"Go to hell!"    

As if he could not bear to see Ao Lingchen's arrogant behavior, Ximen Country raised the heavy pair of hammers and swung them forward like a dragon. He wanted to smash Ao Lingchen into minced meat.    

The two hammers were at least a few hundred kilograms, but when they were swung, the flexibility of the Ximen Country was not affected at all.    

"The revenge against the west gate will start with your life!"    

There was no fear. The flames on Ao Lingchen's fist surged. His feet suddenly stepped on the ground. A violent storm surged, accompanied by a wave of fire that shot forward!