Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

The moment the brutal killing intent swept out, the surrounding people who were watching the show all had fear and fear in their eyes.    

This young man who looked like a righteous man was actually a god of slaughter. From the killing intent he emitted, it was likely that he had at least a few hundred people, even if he did not have a thousand lives!    

Similar to the people who were looking at him with fear in their eyes, Chen Weihao's eyes were now filled with fear. Even he himself didn't notice that his performance was even worse, and his body was trembling.    

"Tell me, what kind of explanation do you want?"    

Ao Lingchen took a step forward and stood in front of Chen Weihao. His eyes were cold.    

"Puff!"    

A monstrous killing intent hit his face. Chen Weihao's legs went limp and he fell to the ground. His face was pale and his eyes were filled with fear.    

"Since you didn't say anything, then it's my turn to give you an explanation." Ao Lingchen stared at Chen Weihao, who was lying on the ground, and the Heavenly Fiend Sword fell into his hand. The tip of the sword was pointed at ___'s forehead, "You teased my men, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"    

"My men, Big Brother Ao said I was his man."    

Mo Yiyun's face was red, as if she was very happy with what Ao Lingchen said.    

However, Ao Lingchen did not pay attention to the situation behind him. At this moment, he was coldly staring at the evil young master, whose crotch was constantly wet.    

"Such a big person still peed his pants, what a disgrace!"    

Ao Lingchen was speechless. He didn't expect this so-called evil young master of Chen family to be so pathetic. He was so scared that he peed his pants just because a sword was pointed at his forehead.    

The crowd was in an uproar, as if they had never thought that this young master of a big family would have such a poor mental state.    

The uproar that came from beside his ears made Chen Weihao's face turn red. His body trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with resentment.    

This kind of change in his body was something that he couldn't control. He was too afraid, and his body had gone out of control. Could he be blamed for this?    

"What kind of punishment do you think I should give you?"    

With killing intent, Ao Lingchen looked at the frightened young man in front of him with interest. He seemed to be thinking about how to deal with him.    

"I am a direct descendant of the Chen family. If you hurt me, the Chen family will never let you go. Don't act recklessly! If you are willing to let me go, I can compensate you for what happened just now. As long as I have it, I can give it to you. "    

Feeling the intense killing intent, Chen Weihao's voice trembled as he begged for mercy. His face turned even paler.    

He had lived a life of luxury ever since he was young. He had never encountered such a thing before. In the face of the threat of death, as long as it was a means to save his own life... Not to mention compensation, even if it was to betray his parents... He wouldn't mind.    

"Compensation?" Ao Lingchen was deep in thought, as if he was moved by these words.    

"Yes, yes. Compensate. I can compensate." Chen Weihao nodded hurriedly. At this time, not to mention dignity, it was good that he could survive.    

Ao Lingchen smiled brightly. "Then compensate me with an arm!"    

"No, I can't be crippled!"    

His eyeballs bulged out, and Chen Weihao roared madly. He did not want to be a cripple in the future.    

"Who dares to hurt my son?!"    

A furious roar came from afar. A gorgeous middle-aged man stepped on the heads of the people who blocked his way. He was overbearing and barbaric.    

"It's the Third Master of Chen family, Chen Yuanba."    

"Didn't you say that he has gone into seclusion? Why is he here?"    

"Are you stupid? Even my son is going to be crippled. Can I still sit still?"    

Looking at the savage middle-aged man who was rushing over, the surrounding people discussed animatedly. However, when the middle-aged man approached, the originally bustling street suddenly became silent. No one dared to randomly bite their ears.    

After staying in Imperial Capital for a long time, everyone was well aware of the personalities of these two father and son. Once they offended them, it would be like offending a poisonous snake. No one knew when they would be bitten by him.    

"I was young, and the old man came out. Trouble."    

Ao Lingchen coldly raised his head and looked at the furious middle-aged man.    

He wasn't worried that he wouldn't be able to deal with him, but he hated trouble after trouble.    

"Martial Sect Stage? No wonder he dared to hurt my son." Chen Yuanba leapt over and landed behind Chen Weihao. He stared at Ao Lingchen, who was pointing his sword at his son's forehead. His tone was solemn, as if he was surprised by Ao Lingchen's strength.    

"However, isn't it too much to think highly of yourself that a puny Martial Sect Early Period wants to show his might to our Chen family?"    

Chen Yuanba spoke with anger, and a strong killing intent flashed across his eyes.    

Since when was his son someone who could be threatened by any Tom, Dick, and Harry?    

Besides, this bastard had placed a sword between his eyebrows. Was he trying to rebel?    

"Quickly put the sword down and let go of my son. Otherwise, I will make sure that none of you will be able to leave Imperial Capital alive!"    

"Interesting." Ao Lingchen laughed at himself, "Heavenly Fiend, Heavenly Fiend, do you think this person is looking down on me, or is he looking down on you?"    

"I don't know if the sword in my hand is sharper or your neck is harder!"    

After saying that, Ao Lingchen used the sword in his hand to fiercely smash Chen Weihao's face.    

The sharp light of the sword made Chen Weihao, who was already scared to pee, warm his lower body again. The floor that was about to dry up became wet again.    

"Dad, don't say anymore. If you say it again, I'm going to die!"    

Tears streamed down Chen Weihao's face. He cried in fear. He didn't want to die. He was still young, and he still had a lot of good times to enjoy. How could he die just like that?    

"Useless trash!"    

Looking at the ground that was gradually becoming moist, Chen Yuanba's face turned ashen. He knew that his son was crippled, but he never thought that his son would be crippled to such an extent. He was so scared that he wet his pants. It was true that the Chen family had lost all their face for hundreds of years.    

Although he hated him, he hated him. This man in front of him was his only son after all. What could he do if he gave birth to such a son?    

Chen Yuanba looked at Ao Lingchen with a gloomy expression. He said in a gloomy tone, "You guys can leave. As long as you don't hurt my son, I will let you go!"    

After saying those words, Chen Yuanba felt aggrieved in his heart. As the famous Third Master of Chen family, when did he need to speak to others in such a humble manner?    

In the past, if anyone dared to do such a thing, he would have already slapped them to death.    

"What a great gift!"    

With a mocking smile, Ao Lingchen lifted the Heavenly Fiend Sword between Chen Weihao's eyebrows and looked at Chen Yuanba with disdain.    

"If that's the case, do you still want us to leave?"    

As his cold voice faded, the Heavenly Fiend Sword that was raised high suddenly swung down.    

"Ah!"    

With a blood-curdling scream, the ground was splattered with blood. An arm that was spurting blood and that gorgeous sleeve fell to the ground. Chen Weihao curled up on the ground and trembled.    

"Hao'er." Chen Yuanba's eyes were bloodshot. He stared at Ao Lingchen with a face full of madness. "You dare to hurt my son? I will kill you!"    

Boom!    

A hurricane was created. Yuan Qi rushed out of Chen Yuanba's body like a flood. The powerful Martial Sect Stage Late Period Qi was suffocating.    

He waved both of his hands forward, and a pair of sharp black and gold claws appeared in his palms. He then clawed at Ao Lingchen ferociously.    

One of his son's arms had been cut off by someone. How could Chen Yuanba tolerate this? He wanted this disciple who dared to hurt his son to die a horrible death, and he wanted him to beg for death.    

"Perfect timing."    

A cold light flashed across Ao Lingchen's eyes. He leapt forward, and the longsword in his hand slashed out in a domineering manner.    

He showed no signs of fear in the face of the fierce claw.