Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

"Bang!"    

Wild Yuan Qi rushed out from under Ao Lingchen's feet like a giant elephant stomping on the ground. Its powerful aura directly sent the zombie that was biting at it flying.    

Green blood and broken limbs flew everywhere.    

A trace of panic appeared in Ao Lingchen's eyes as he sent the zombie flying. He gasped for breath and looked at the zombie that was flying away. He didn't expect that the illusion could actually cause such a real attack on him.    

At this glance, Ao Lingchen's body trembled, and his eyes turned red.    

"Chen'er, why are you doing this to me? You have destroyed my path of rebirth."    

Green blood spilled out from the ground, and the zombie that had been shaken off revealed a familiar face. That familiar face was filled with despair. It turned out to be his father, and this zombie's face turned out to be his father.    

The cruel scene was deeply engraved in Ao Lingchen's mind, like a bone-piercing long blade stabbing into his heart.    

"No!"    

Ao Lingchen's eyes turned blood-red. Even though he knew that the scene in front of him was just an illusion, he still couldn't help but roar.    

"This is an illusion. This is an illusion. I am now on the ninth floor. My father isn't dead. He has just fallen into the Twilight Forest!" Even though Ao Lingchen knew that what he was seeing was an illusion, his heart was still incomparably heavy. His eyes stared coldly at the illusory eyes in front of him, and a crazy killing intent emerged in his heart. He hated it when others made fun of his family the most, but these strange eyes of his loved ones.    

If the owner of these pair of eyes that were full of devouring and profound eyes appeared in front of him, even if they were not looking at each other, he would definitely punch crazily.    

Ao Lingchen's eyes were red and full of killing intent. It didn't affect the surrounding space and the mysterious eyes. This space should still exist and wouldn't change because of anyone's emotions.    

"Big brother, save me! Big brother, save me!"    

Just as Ao Lingchen clenched his fist tightly to suppress the madness in his heart, suddenly... A familiar voice sounded, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him. Luoluo's face was dirty, her clothes were tattered, and her hands and feet were ashen. Fleeing in an unfamiliar jungle, behind her... There were several youths pursuing her with weapons in their hands, and each of them had a teasing look in their eyes.    

Luoluo's speed was still too slow. In Ao Lingchen's crimson eyes, she was caught by a few people behind her. One of them cruelly pulled her hair and dragged it forward.    

"This group of beasts!"    

The scene in front of him caused Ao Lingchen's eyes to turn blood red. A ruthless aura surged into his heart. He had already forgotten that this was the Heavenly Martial Ladder, that he had forgotten everything. In his eyes, there was only that group of villains who bullied his sister.    

The zombies shattered and transformed into the appearance of his father. Luoluo was bullied and beaten up, and his mind was only filled with killing.    

Family was Ao Lingchen's reverse scale. In his heart, every family was more important than his life. No matter who it was, if they wanted to bully his family, they had to step over his own body.    

His emotions were wild and violent, and his eyes were blurry. It was as if Ao Lingchen had become a devil. The only thing left in his heart was endless killing, and he had completely fallen into an illusion.    

"Big brother, save me! Big brother, save me!"    

Ao Luoluo's face was covered in tears, and she looked pitiful and pitiful. A shocking amount of blood flowed out from her head.    

"Let go of my sister, kill!!" Ao Lingchen's eyes were glowing red. His heart ached. He was fierce and resentful. All kinds of emotions flowed in his eyes, and his body was filled with killing intent. He jumped up madly. A bright silver fist was thrown out fiercely. The fist force was like a huge dragon that was about to strike. It smashed towards the man pulling Luoluo's hair.    

He glanced at Ao Lingchen with disdain, then pulled Ao Luoluo's hair and the man snorted coldly. He casually threw a punch back, and a majestic airwave swept over like a flood. The instant he swung his fist, Ao Lingchen's dragon-shaped fist force was reflected back. The punch landed on Ao Lingchen's body. In an instant, a mouthful of stinky blood spurted out from Ao Lingchen's mouth.    

His body was wounded, but he didn't retreat half a step. He didn't have the slightest intention of stopping. A fiery wave burst out from his body and a powerful punch was thrown out. A domineering murderous aura surged into the sky.    

"Bang!"    

A fierce Qi filled with scorching flames shook the surroundings, and a powerful force smashed forward with a ferocious momentum.    

"Too weak!"    

The echoing sound kept echoing. Boundless airwaves swept over. The seemingly incomparably powerful flame fist was like a little lamb as it followed the huge waves and retreated.    

"Boom!"    

"Boom!"    

A ferocious fist force swept across the sky and smashed onto Ao Lingchen's body. A violent and murderous aura rushed towards Ao Lingchen. His face instantly turned deathly pale, and blood spurted out from his mouth as he retreated.    

Ao Lingchen's consciousness spurted out blood, and his body also reacted. Under the golden light, a dazzling scarlet color flowed down from the corner of his mouth. Under the gazes of everyone present, his face instantly turned deathly pale, and his withered aura spread in all directions.    

"What's wrong with him? Why is he spitting out blood?"    

"Could it be that he can't withstand the pressure?"    

The sudden change in Ao Lingchen's body caused a commotion in the square. Everyone's eyes flashed with an inexplicable expression, guessing what Ao Lingchen was facing at this moment.    

Suen Zhiming's pupils shrank as he stared at Ao Lingchen. A gust of wind blew under his feet as he walked up to the Heavenly Martial Ladder at a shocking speed. He stared at Ao Lingchen at a close distance and frowned, "Could it be that he suffered a serious injury while resisting the pressure?"    

Apart from Ao Lingchen who was standing on the ninth floor, he could be considered a relatively clear existence on the ninth floor. He could clearly feel that Ao Lingchen's Qi was getting weaker and weaker, as if he had just encountered an intense battle.    

However, other than sensing Ao Lingchen's weak Qi, he couldn't sense anything else. The golden light was like a barrier between heaven and earth, directly cutting off all other senses.    

Everyone who was paying attention to Ao Lingchen's condition was shocked. The only person who had made it to the ninth floor was worthy of everyone's attention.    

However, Ao Lingchen, who was in the illusion realm, didn't have the time to pay attention to these things. The pain in his body and soul didn't wake him up from the scene in front of him. In his sea of consciousness, he was immersed in slaughter, drowning and saving Luo Luo's illusion realm.    

He punched and killed time and time again, rebounding all the power that he sent out. The injuries on his body were getting more and more serious.    

With his consciousness heavily injured, the condition of Ao Lingchen's physical body also gradually worsened. More and more blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his withered expression became more and more obvious.    

Right at this moment, a small pagoda shaped ancient object in Ao Lingchen's body shook slightly. Vast and mighty ripples spread out in all directions with him as the center. It was as if the essence of chaotic energy was quickly penetrating through his entire body.    

The thick energy ripples swept across like a cool breeze. In Ao Lingchen's sea of consciousness, the bloody stench faded away, and his consciousness slowly regained clarity. The crazy murderous aura was like dust on the ground, dissipating along with it.    

The moment his consciousness cleared, Ao Lingchen felt a sharp pain all over his body. A feeling of surrealism surged into his heart, as if he had just engaged in a fierce battle.    

Ao Lingchen shook his head forcefully. The intense battle scene surged into his mind. His heart trembled. "So scary, such a powerful illusion realm. I have been on guard against it all this time, but I still fell into it."    

Ao Lingchen's face turned pale. He took in a deep breath of cold air. There was still lingering fear in his heart. If it wasn't for the mysterious force that had awakened him from the trembling of the small pagoda in his body, he would have died in the illusion.