Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

Sikong Wuxin felt a sharp pain in his chest after being punched in the chest. He didn't even have the chance to investigate. His body was sent flying like a cannonball.    

Puff!    

A large mouthful of blood was spat out from his mouth like an arrow.    

At this moment, all of his internal organs felt as if they were going to be overturned, feeling as if they were going to collapse.    

It was as if he couldn't bear the power of this punch.    

Looking at this scene, Sikong Honghua, who had been overjoyed just a second ago, suddenly revealed a shocked expression.    

"How is this possible?" Sikong Honghua looked at his big brother, who was sent flying, with a face full of disbelief, and called out in a low voice with a pale face.    

He had never thought of this result.    

Sikong Honghua also had some understanding of how strong his big brother was after using the Three Blood Mysterious Changes. It could be said that there were very few people who could defeat him under the top of the young generation.    

However, such a powerful big brother was defeated by someone, and he was still defeated in such a straightforward manner.    

This was hard to imagine and unbelievable.    

After sending Sikong Wuxin flying with a punch, Ao Lingchen didn't have any intention of stopping. His figure rushed forward in pursuit.    

Just now, Sikong Wuxin had used his sword to slash at him with such ease. Now, it was his turn to feel it.    

Ao Lingchen had never thought of using his sword to slash his opponent, because he wanted to test his own fist.    

Besides that, he also wanted to try his palm.    

Slap his face!    

His figure flashed, and in an instant, Ao Lingchen rushed over.    

The moment he got close to Sikong Wuxin, Ao Lingchen didn't waste any time talking, and just threw his fist forward.    

The fist was like a fierce tiger, it carried a strong wind that could crush stones and gold, and it smashed towards Sikong Wuxin's chest with a whistling sound.    

Ao Lingchen had never thought of blowing Sikong Wuxin's head off with a single punch. He wanted to play slowly. He wanted to get back what had been cut off just now.    

Looking at the aggressive Ao Lingchen and the fierce tiger's fist, Sikong Wuxin's expression changed. He hurriedly crossed his arms in front of his chest and blocked in front of him.    

The divine weapon in his hand had fallen to the side when it was sent flying.    

The only thing he could rely on now was his fists and arms.    

His arms had just been blocked in front of his chest. Ao Lingchen's ferocious punch landed on both of his arms.    

Bang!    

A dull and crisp cracking sound was heard.    

Sikong Wuxin's face turned pale, and his pupils shrank.    

He knew very well what was going on with the sound of bones cracking.    

The fierce tiger's punch had cracked the bones in his arm.    

His opponent's strength was simply too strong!    

Sikong Wuxin looked at the figure that was furiously swinging his fist at him with shock in his eyes.    

The shock in his eyes was extremely strong.    

He began to feel fear!    

Without a chance to catch his breath, Sikong Wuxin held back the pain of his bones being broken. He once again cupped his fists in front of him, blocking Ao Lingchen's fierce punch.    

However, the moment he put his arms in front of his body,    

the punch that Ao Lingchen threw was unknown whether it was a punch or a furious kick that broke rocks and shattered gold.    

Bang!    

The sound of bones breaking could be heard. Sikong Wuxin's face turned ferocious, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.    

Before he could react, he felt a powerful force sweep across his waist.    

Bang!    

Sikong Wuxin's body flew out again and broke a few trees. Finally, he fell to the ground, his body twitching.    

However, he didn't even have the chance to catch his breath.    

"Hua!"    

Crimson blood spurted out from his mouth.    

Ao Lingchen flashed over and stepped on his chest. A fierce silence flowed into his chest and stirred the Qi and blood in his body.    

Sikong Wuxin was lying on the ground like a dead dog, staring at Ao Lingchen in disbelief.    

"How can you be so strong? How is this possible?" Sikong Wuxin muttered to himself in shock.    

He had been beaten to the point of bursting with confidence.    

In front of Ao Lingchen, even if he used the Three Blood Mysterious Changes, he still did not have the strength to fight back.    

This kind of feeling had only been felt by those young tycoons.    

Looking at the person in front of him, a shocking thought emerged in Sikong Wuxin's heart.    

He couldn't have really stepped into the realm of the young tycoons, right?    

Both of them were Stage of Martial Sect warriors, and they seemed to have the combat strength of Void King warriors. It was very likely that such a person would take that step.    

When he thought of this, Sikong Wuxin subconsciously swallowed his saliva.    

Blood and gluttony flowed down his throat.    

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible.    

If Ao Lingchen's combat strength increased again, he might really become a young tycoon.    

At that time, his status in the Saint Asura Sect would rise like a rocket.    

He didn't give Sikong Wuxin any time to be shocked.    

"Why can't I be this strong?"    

Ao Lingchen smiled coldly and slapped Sikong Wuxin's face.    

Slap!    

A clear slapping sound was heard.    

A red palm print appeared on Sikong Wuxin's face, and his five fingers were clearly visible.    

This slap had stunned Sikong Wuxin. He had never thought that he would be slapped by someone one day. This slap had also stunned Sikong Honghua, who was standing beside him.    

Heavens, what did he just see?    

His big brother had actually been slapped in the face.    

Was he going to be humiliated?    

"You still want to kill me?"    

Before he could finish his words, another slap came.    

Sikong Wuxin, who was lying on the ground and had his chest stepped on, wanted to dodge, but he couldn't move his body. There was no way for him to dodge.    

Slap!    

A crisp sound of a whip was heard, and a few red palm prints appeared on his face once again.    

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"    

Sikong Wuxin stared at Ao Lingchen with bloodshot eyes, like a furious lion.    

This bumpkin from the wilderness actually wanted to humiliate him.    

"You can kill me but not humiliate me?"    

Ao Lingchen coldly snorted. He stepped hard on Sikong Wuxin's chest.    

"Wah!"    

Sikong Wuxin felt as if his chest had been struck by a huge mountain. His expression changed, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out from his mouth!    

Pah!    

A clear and loud sound of a whip was heard.    

Slap! Slap! Slap!    

A few consecutive sounds were heard, and Sikong Wuxin's face was slapped until it became red and swollen, like a red apple, round and round.    

"Do you think a gentleman can be killed or humiliated?"    

Ao Lingchen looked at Sikong Wuxin with a cold smile. His eyes were unfocused, and he looked like he could not find any expression on Sikong Wuxin's face.    

At this moment, Sikong Wuxin's eyes were blank. He looked like he had been slapped silly. He did not even know how to refute.    

Or it could be said that he had been slapped until he was at a loss.    

He could be killed just because he was slapped in the face, but not humiliated?    

Why didn't you say these words when you swung your sword at me just now? Instead, you were arrogant and boastful.    

You call yourself a genius, and you have the pride that a genius cannot let go of, right? If you don't want to be slapped in the face, then I'll beat you until you're obedient.    

Looking at the swollen and somewhat pig-like Sikong Wuxin, Ao Lingchen suddenly realized... Slapping someone seemed to be very satisfying, especially when it came to slapping someone who wanted to deal with him. An arrogant person who acted as if he was a genius and deserved to be eliminated by him. This feeling was extremely satisfying.    

In fact, he was thinking in his heart whether he could continue to slap anyone who dared to be arrogant towards him in the future. Slap them until they're completely dumbfounded, he thought to himself. Slap them until they can't find the north.    

The more he thought about it, the more Ao Lingchen realized that this fine tradition really needed to be properly spread.    

Ao Lingchen did not know that because of this idea, many people who thought themselves to be Heavenly Pride and were proud of themselves would suffer.    

Ao Lingchen stepped on Sikong Wuxin's chest and looked at him coldly. " I'll give you all a chance to live. Use treasures to exchange for your lives. If it's worth enough, I can let you live. However, all the treasures in your possession are my spoils of war. You need to use other treasures to exchange for them."    

As he spoke, he directly snatched the Spatial Ring from Sikong Wuxin's hand.    

This was his spoils of war, not a resource that could be exchanged for his life.    

Sikong Wuxin, who had originally seen a glimmer of hope, felt despair when he saw Ao Lingchen's actions.    

Even Sikong Honghua, who was standing at the side, had a speechless expression on his face.    

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