Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

A terrifying, suffocating killing intent pierced through the sky.    

Under the shocked and astonished gazes of the crowd, Sword Emperor Wusheng and Ao Lingchen descended from the sky and appeared in the Bright Sky Plaza.    

Such a shocking movement and frightening killing intent caused people's hearts to tremble involuntarily.    

Different from the fear in the eyes of the disciples, Haotian Saint Lord and the emperors of Haotian Saint Land had gloomy and angry expressions.    

It was obvious that they were pissed off by Sword Emperor Wusheng's rude behavior, which made them very unhappy.    

Haotian Saint Lord shot a cold glance at Sword Emperor Wusheng and said, "Since everyone is here, let the competition begin. Now, all those who are participating in the arena matches, get on the stage. The arena matches will now be divided into groups."    

A glint surfaced in Haotian Saint Lord's eyes. He swept across Ao Lingchen's body as if he wished to kill him and tear him apart.    

He knew very well that because of this man, a mighty Emperor of Haotian Saint Land had fallen, and a future Heavenly Pride had fallen.    

Therefore, in Haotian Saint Lord's heart, Ao Lingchen was already a dead man.    

After Haotian Saint Lord's words, the Heavenly Pride that had obtained the qualification to fight in the arena soared into the sky, and stepped into the vast arena in front of them.    

Ao Lingchen, Ling Luo, Shi Gaangyuan, and the others also jumped into the sky and stepped onto the arena.    

Stepping onto the arena, Ling Luo stood beside Ao Lingchen and said in a low voice, "Are you alright? I can see that your Qi is very weak. Are you alright?"    

Ao Lingchen's weak condition was still not completely concealed, although he had recovered his strength to the maximum during this period of time. Even the blood and Qi that he had lost had recovered to its peak at this moment. However, there was one thing that he couldn't recover in such a short period of time. It was the spirit in his essence, spirit, and spirit.    

Essence was the so-called Yuan Qi. Qi was the so-called power of blood and Qi, while God was the soul and spirit.    

Ao Lingchen and the Sovereign of Haotian Saint Land fought with their lives on the line. Not only did his body suffer heavy injuries, but he also suffered heavy injuries. Not only did his Yuan Qi deplete to a large extent, but he also used up all of his Yuan Qi. His soul was also severely injured, and his mental energy was almost depleted.    

Although Sword Emperor Wusheng could use a secret technique to help Ao Lingchen recover his Yuan Qi and Qi in the shortest amount of time, he was still a Sovereign. He still couldn't help Ao Lingchen recover his lost mental energy and soul energy.    

Not to mention him, he wouldn't be able to do it even if Jiang Chengzi, the Sect Master, attacked him personally.    

There was only one way to recover his depleted mental energy in an instant, and that was to refine the Heavenly Materials And Earthly Treasures in this area.    

Unfortunately, they were simply unable to take out such a thing right now.    

Hearing Ling Luo's concerned greeting, Ao Lingchen gently shook his head and replied in a low voice, "It's fine. Everything is alright. Don't worry."    

In terms of condition, Ao Lingchen naturally wasn't in a good state. After all, he had just finished his battle with the Emperor. How could he possibly be fine?    

But now was not the time for him to treat his injuries. He could only brace himself and endure.    

Furthermore, from another point of view, his combat strength had indeed recovered to its peak. His Qi, blood, and Yuan Qi were all at their peak. Even if it was against the surrounding Heavenly Pride, he still had the strength to fight.    

Ling Luo frowned slightly as he looked at Ao Lingchen. He did not ask any more questions.    

He knew that it was not the time to ask these questions. He did not want to attract the attention of others because of his own questions.    

However, no matter if it was Ling Luo, Shi Gaangyuan, or the others, they all had a belly full of anger.    

They did not ask what exactly had happened, but they could roughly guess what had happened. It was nothing more than that Ao Lingchen's so-called invitation had been schemed against, and the person who had schemed against him was most likely someone from the Haotian Saint Land.    

The person who had forced Sword Emperor Wusheng to personally participate in the war was probably an emperor himself.    

Disregarding everything, the appearance of the emperor made them feel deeply uneasy.    

There was only one reason why Haotian Saint Land wanted to take revenge on Ao Lingchen. He had killed a large number of disciples in the secret realm, which had completely infuriated these emperors.    

The disciples of the Saint Asura Sect weren't the only ones who felt fear in their hearts. The disciples of the other sects also felt fear in their hearts. Perhaps they didn't know what exactly had happened. However, at the same time, they weren't fools. They could more or less guess some of the reasons behind Ao Lingchen's change and the movements of those emperors just now.    

It was precisely because they had clearly thought of the key to this that they felt such fear in their hearts.    

However, they weren't too worried in their hearts, because the upcoming grand competition would be held in front of the experts of the various sects. No matter how furious Haotian Saint Land was, it was impossible for them to attack them in front of the experts of the various sects.    

As for after the grand competition, they would return to their respective sects. They didn't need to be afraid of Haotian Saint Land.    

The ones who were the most furious were the disciples of Haotian Saint Land and Saint Asura Sect. The grudges between them had already been made known to the public.    

Soon, the disciples of various sects began drawing lots under the guidance of the experts of Haotian Saint Land, preparing for the upcoming group battles.    

At this moment, on top of the highest peak of Haotian Saint Land, a young man and an old man were standing on top of the peak, looking at the Bright Sky Plaza in the distance.    

"Jiang Chengzi, aren't you afraid that Saint Asura Sect will lose a good seedling if you are careless just now?" The old man spoke meaningfully. His eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he could see through the void. He stared at Ao Lingchen who was a few miles away.    

Even the old man was amazed by the talent of this young man from the Saint Asura Sect.    

"What a good young man. Your Saint Asura Sect has produced many good seedlings in the past few years."    

The old man sighed more and more as he looked at the young man.    

Compared to the Haotian Saint Land, the Saint Asura Sect had earned his respect all these years. The first one to appear was Jiang Chengzi, who had forced him to treat him as a rising star of the same level. After Jiang Chengzi... There was also Sword Emperor Wusheng who joined the sequence of Heavenly Pride, and now there was Ao Lingchen. The Saint Asura Sect had produced a lot of talented people in the past few years. As long as Sword Emperor Wusheng and Ao Lingchen grew up in the future... The Saint Asura Sect would have nothing to worry about in the past thousand years.    

As for his Haotian Saint Land, each generation was worse than the last. Although this generation's Sacred Lord had great talent, he was still a Sacred Lord. He wanted to promote the Holy Land. However, he didn't know how to rely on himself. Instead, he wanted to establish a connection with those forces in the Central Plains. This made him very disappointed.    

When Jiang Chengzi heard the sigh beside his ear, the corner of his mouth rose slightly, "I believe in the disciples of the Saint Asura Sect."    

"Besides, I'm also here. Do you really think something might happen to him?"    

While saying this, Jiang Chengzi's eyes lit up. Confidence flowed in his eyes.    

Looking at the confident Jiang Chengzi, the old man sighed. That's right. With this madman here, how could he possibly let something happen to such a good seedling? On the contrary, he had lost an emperor.    

Of course, the old man didn't feel any pity for being killed by an Emperor, because it was useless for him to collude with the disciples of other major powers.    

"Senior, who do you think will be the champion of this competition?" Jiang Chengzi spoke confidently, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile.    

The old man didn't say anything when he saw Jiang Chengzi's reaction. He didn't want to talk to anyone.    

At the same time, the drawing of lots in the square was completed. The name list of the duels was also out.    

The content came from [Miegu Reading].