Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

Zhou Yong's right hand trembled slightly as he clenched the Battle Spear that represented death in his hand. He let the blood flow out from the corner of his mouth as he looked at Ao Lingchen in front of him with a face full of shock.    

In the exchange just now, Ao Lingchen's strength had shocked him. At the moment of the collision, a terrifying force swept across his body violently and crashed into his internal organs, causing him to almost suffocate.    

Ao Lingchen had his fatal weakness, and so did Zhou Yong. His weakness was his life force. In order to become stronger, he had to consume his life force endlessly in exchange for his strength. Currently, he was only one step away from death, and he was afraid that his body would suffer too many injuries. In the end, he would not be able to recover.    

Zhou Yong's expression became increasingly gloomy, and his heart was filled with fear. He realized that he had underestimated Ao Lingchen's power.    

The world had been destroyed, but the power of Ao Lingchen's attack was astonishing.    

Everyone on the side of the fighting stage was stunned. Zhou Yong spat out a mouthful of blood, Ao Lingchen's head was covered in blood, and his face was as pale as death. All of them were trying to tell everyone how intense the battle was.    

"How is this possible? Senior disciple Zhou Yong is a Half Step Martial King warrior. How could he and Ao Lingchen, a puny Martial Sect Stage warrior, be wounded by each other? It's impossible. "    

"This is too scary! Is this really a collision between the young generation?"    

"There are geniuses in every generation, and they are better than the older generation. It seems like we are all old now."    

The explosive scene on the fighting stage not only shocked the younger generation, but also the older generation. Some people even felt ashamed of their inferiority.    

"Could it be that the two of them are really going to kill each other?"    

Ao Lingchen and Zhou Yong were fighting with their lives on the line. The intensity of the battle had completely shocked the surrounding spectators. Most of them had never thought that the battle on the fighting stage would reach such a stage.    

Although the two of them could still stand on the fighting stage, everyone knew that they were definitely seriously injured or even on the verge of death.    

Perhaps if they let out the sound of the battle just now, they would die on the spot.    

"Junior brother Ao!" Qing Chen furrowed his brows and remained silent.    

This battle was too intense. If this continued, Ao Lingchen might really die here.    

Although Qing Chen wanted Ao Lingchen to kill Zhou Yong and get revenge for him, he was unwilling to pay the price of his life and face the threat of death.    

Furthermore, the strength that Ao Lingchen had displayed had already shocked everyone. He had also obtained the qualification to go to the Saint Asura Sect. There was no need for him to continue fighting with his life on the line.    

No matter where he went, Ao Lingchen was still a disciple of the Essence Sword Sect. The higher his future achievements were, the more potential the Essence Sword Sect would have in the future. Qing Chen didn't want to see this friend of his die a tragic death.    

"Lingchen!" Xia Jingxue cried. She looked at the scene of her entire body covered in blood, her arm exploded by the force, and blood spurting out from her forehead. Her heart was trembling.    

Her forehead was covered in sweat, and her eyes stared unblinkingly at the fighting stage.    

Her heart was trembling. She didn't know what would happen next, but she was worried about Ao Lingchen's safety in her heart.    

She really wanted to tell Ao Lingchen not to fight anymore, but she couldn't say it out loud. She knew that he wouldn't give up. She was more worried that her words would affect Ao Lingchen's performance.    

Xia Jingxue was not the only one with mixed feelings. Almost everyone's heart was in their throats. The atmosphere became unprecedentedly tense!    

Everyone knew that the next collision was very likely to be the last attack of the two.    

This battle had reached such a stage. It was really too tragic.    

"They are all good seedlings. No matter which one dies, it will be a loss."    

Saint Asura Sect Expert frowned. He looked down at the two people who were confronting each other on the fighting stage, and muttered to himself.    

After hesitating for a while, the Saint Asura Sect Expert also began to hesitate at this moment.    

These two people on the fighting stage were rare geniuses even in the Saint Asura Sect. If they were accepted into the Saint Asura Sect and given some resources, they would definitely have a chance of breaking through to the King realm.    

One had to know that there were only a few geniuses in the Saint Asura Sect who could break through to the King realm.    

Just as everyone was thinking about this matter with mixed feelings, the two people on the fighting stage moved.    

Forcibly enduring the intense pain brought by his injuries, Zhou Yong's face was as cold as a sheet of ash. He took a step forward, and the deathly aura on his body fluctuated, filling the air with ghostly shadows.    

To everyone's surprise, the instant the aura of death exploded, his figure vanished completely. Without giving anyone any time to react, he appeared behind Ao Lingchen like a ghost.    

He furiously opened his eyes, which were filled with the aura of death. His eyes were cold and emotionless. From above, one could clearly see an artistic conception - ruthless!    

Zhou Yong knew that his life force was almost depleted. He couldn't afford to attack too much. If he couldn't kill Ao Lingchen within a few moves, he wouldn't be able to fight anymore.    

If he couldn't kill Ao Lingchen, even if he gave up the battle, he would still die. Instead of doing so, he would rather forget about the battle and drag someone along with him even if he had to die.    

"Kill!"    

With a furious roar, the Battle Spear of death carried an endless amount of deathly aura as it slashed down fiercely. It charged towards Ao Lingchen with an astonishing speed, and fiercely charged towards the latter's head.    

"Swoosh!"    

An ear piercing sound of rushing wind suddenly rose. The Death Qi surged, and the Battle Spear that distorted the airflow instantly smashed down.    

"You've come at the right time." Sensing the strong wind that was coming at him, Ao Lingchen didn't hesitate too much. He suddenly stomped his feet, and his figure instantly retreated.    

Ao Lingchen could feel the condition of Zhou Yong's body. He also knew that if this dragged on... It wouldn't be long before Zhou Yong collapsed without a fight. But... His condition wasn't any better either. He was in a high-intensity battle. The energy in his body was also rapidly flowing away, and he couldn't drag it on any longer... The only thing he could do was finish the battle within a few moves.    

As his figure dodged, the Nine-floored Tower in Ao Lingchen's hand was instantly struck by thunder and fire. A low dragon roar was heard as it was struck out.    

"Fight!"    

In an instant, the two weapons collided.    

"Boom!"    

There was a sudden clap of thunder in the air, and a dazzling light burst out from the center of the collision. Immediately after, a storm grew exponentially in the center of the two armies, and in a short one to two seconds. It instantly turned into a storm of thunder and fire, and it carried boundless destructive power. The powerful waves exploded, and at the moment when the waves were raging... In an instant, the space around them seemed to be torn apart.    

Rumble! A series of heaven-shaking booms rang out, and a suffocating storm instantly crashed onto the fighting stage and the light barrier.    

"Bang!"    

The ground beneath the fighting stage, which had already been cracked, once again cracked open a few meters deep crack. The crack was at least two meters wide, and countless pieces of gravel flew in all directions.    

"This!" The spectators were completely stunned.    

Although the two people on the fighting stage were unable to break the fighting stage, they still shattered the ground that was bearing the brunt of the impact.    

Looking at the riot in front of them, the spectators all had deathly silence on their faces. The corners of their mouths involuntarily twitched twice.    

Heavens, just how terrifying was this power? Who would dare to forcefully resist their attacks?    

Xia Yuhee and Hee Yige both looked at this scene in silence.    

On the other hand, Murong Feng, who was wearing a scholar's robe, still had a calm expression on his face.    

The only similarity was that everyone's eyes were focused on the fighting stage, waiting for the result of the battle between the two of them.    

In the center of attention, a violent wind was blowing. Ao Lingchen's figure was moving in the air. His eyes were staring coldly at Zhou Yong, who was rushing towards him. He could feel the killing intent coming from Zhou Yong's body. The combat intent in his body was also being restrained. The blood in his body was boiling crazily. A powerful force surged out from his body.    

When the combat intent was at its peak, and the energy in his blood was gushing out crazily, Ao Lingchen's body suddenly shook, and his facial expression changed dramatically, as if something had happened.