Supreme Divine Book

The first round of the tournament could only be described as chaotic. The entire audience was unable to take their eyes off of the scene as they went back and forth between Arena Number 1, Arena Number 5, and Arena Number 3.

Meng Huo was unstoppable, without mentioning how tyrannical he was, his attacks were extremely fierce and fierce. All the players that were hit by his skill were on the ground and couldn't get up without exception.

Meng Huo's brows were filled with ridicule, he spread out his hands and laughed disdainfully, "Useless trash, get lost! This young master isn't even willing to act. "

Indeed, there was a backbone. Unfortunately, no matter how much backbone a man had, it wouldn't be enough to make up for the disparity in strength.

"Hehe, what a fool." Meng Huo's face revealed a ruthless and dangerous smile, "Lingxi Finger Technique!"

Swoosh! A condensed white light shot out from the tip of Meng Huo's right hand like a meteor slashing its long tail. Bang! With a sound, it pierced the man's chest.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The man let out a miserable shriek, drawing a parabola in the air before falling down from the stage. After rolling a few times on the ground, he stopped moving. He didn't know if he was alive or dead.

Savage, ruthless, and fast!

Just as the spectators thought, Meng Huo, the hot contender for the championship, was the first contestant to be promoted. Looking at the arrogant and sharp figure on stage number 1, the entire arena erupted into cheers.

"Well done, Meng Huo, support you!"

"Meng Huo is the champion."

At the same time, Liu Yifeng who was on Stage 5, ended his battle. The five contestants were all knocked off the stage.

"Young Master Liu Yifeng is the strongest, support Young Master Liu Yifeng."

"Big brother is the best, big brother will win." Seated on the high platform to the east, Liu Xin was happily clapping her hands. Her originally slightly dripping mood had also improved quite a bit.

Liu Yifeng's face was full of pride. His gaze swept towards Ji Rushi who was on the stage. The latter smiled slightly as a signal.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Huo and Liu Yifeng successfully levelled up. City lord Meng Hai and the Liu Family's Patriarch Liu Xuan couldn't help but smile at each other. However, beneath that smiling face was hidden a scheming mind.

"Yu'er and Hong'er are almost out as well." In the Bai Clan's group, the second brother of the Bai Clan, Bai Hao, said to Bai Xiaotian who was beside him.

Bai Xiaotian nodded, he was the most satisfied with his grandson and granddaughter. However, the situation on the side of the White Army in arena number 6 was clearly not good. It was very unlikely that the White Army, which was at the seventh level of the Refinement Stage, would be able to advance to the next level.

"Look, what's going on with Ring Eight?" It seems like the five of them will fight one. "

"What?" A pair of fives? "

Hearing the exclamations of shock from the crowd, the gazes of the spectators from all around swept over. As expected, a young man with a long sword was standing on the eighth ring, surrounded by five people.

"Oh my god!" "That's Chen'er." Bai Hao couldn't help but stand up, his face full of fear and worry.

"Chen'er?" Patriarch Bai Xiaotian was also shocked. His eyes stared closely at the slightly skinny figure, and his delicate and pretty face seemed to be somewhat similar to Bai Muxuan's back then. Didn't you guys say that he knows the Mystical Peak? "

"This?" He turned to look at his big brother, Bai He.

Bai He narrowed his eyes and calmly replied, "Reporting to Father, a few days ago, Yu'er had met Han Chen in Blue Blue City. At that time, he indeed said that he wanted to return to Mystical Peak. As for why he's here, I don't know either. "

"Father, what should we do now?" Bai Hao asked anxiously.

"What else can we do?" Bai Xiaotian scoffed, the look of worry in his eyes merely flashed past, and then changed to coldness, "You reckless fool, is this the place he should be? "Even if you die, you can't blame anyone else."

White Hao's mind couldn't help but tremble, "Father, could it be that you hate Chen`er that much?" Is he Mu Xuan's child? "

Bai Xiaotian's eyes congealed, and from between his brows, revealed a trace of disgust, and immediately no longer spoke.

When Liu Xuan, Liu Xin, Ji Rushi, Cang Yaner and the others saw that the person was Han Chen, all of them revealed different expressions.

"Hmph, so it's him. Let's see how you die now." Liu Xin already hated Han Chen to the core, the corners of his mouth raised into a sinister smile.

"Brat, let's see how long you can endure this!" Meng Lao's tone was filled with killing intent, he waved his sword and shouted, "Profound Ice Cross Cut!"

In the air, an ice-cold Qi could be felt and two cross slashes made from ice blades swiftly slashed towards Han Chen. At the same time, the other four people also pointed their weapons at his vital points.

Han Chen's palm congealed, and a blood-colored crescent moon was formed in front of him to receive his attack. As the crescent moon moved, it ignited with substantial flames.

Bang! The two completely opposite powers clashed against each other, the scorching flames and icy blades clashed against each other, and ice crystals splattered everywhere. The flow of air in the arena became somewhat chaotic. After blocking Meng Lao's attack, Han Chen used the Great Void Dragon Wandering Steps to dodge the attacks of the other four people.

With all five of them working together against one person, the eight rings were truly the first they saw. Even Meng Huo and Liu Yifeng did not enjoy such treatment. Everyone's eyes were on arena eight. Most of the people were stunned, but then they revealed a look of schadenfreude.

"That brat seems to be Han Chen, right? How could they be surrounded and attacked by five people? "

"You don't know about that, do you? Yesterday at the Jun Jia Residence, Han Chen offended young master Meng Lao and Miss Liu Xin. Do you think that he will still have a good life? "

"So that's how it is?" "Hehe, what bad luck. After a while, he won't be able to last much longer."

"Being unable to hold on is just a small matter. Look at Young Master Meng Lao and the rest, do you think he will still be able to live today?"

Some sarcastic and sarcastic people started to make sarcastic remarks. In the eyes of practically everyone, Han Chen's fate was sealed. It was hard to say whether or not he could preserve his life.

Hua Yumei stood in the middle of the crowd, her beautiful eyes filled with a trace of anger. She didn't expect that the City Lord's Mansion's people would be so shameless. Let Meng Lao openly take revenge on Han Chen. Even at this moment, she was not confident. After all, Han Chen was only at the seventh level of the Refinement Realm.

The Hidden Court City's City Lord Meng Hai, who was seated in the eastern spectator's grandstand, had a slightly surprised look on her face. He knew that Meng Lao wanted to deal with someone, but he didn't think that it would be Han Chen. Out of the corner of her eyes, she couldn't help but glance at the Bai Family Patriarch Bai Xiaotian, who was standing not far away. Meng Hai inwardly sneered.

"Hehe, little thief Han Chen, prepare to die!" Meng Lao's eyes flashed fiercely, following that, the golden image of a sword appeared behind him. Innate divine ability. A sharp sword! "

Seeing this scene, the spectators knew that Han Chen would not be able to escape death.

Ji Rushi's beautiful face changed slightly, her beautiful eyes could not bear to see such a sight. Liu Xin, who was beside him, was the complete opposite. The pure looking face was filled with a cold intent.

Princess Cang Lan, Cang Yaner. The corner of her mouth raised into a smile that was not a smile, as though she was prejudiced against Han Chen, and hoped that he would die on the spot.

As for Bai Hao, Hua Yumei and a few others, they were extremely worried.

But even at the most critical moment, Han Chen's face did not change, he coldly looked at the five people around him and spoke coldly.

"I'll give you a chance to stop right now. Otherwise, you will regret it for the rest of your lives."

"Hahahaha, brat, did you get kicked in the head by a donkey?" Meng Lao did not get angry and instead laughed, his face full of endless contempt and ridicule.

Not only him, but the other four contestants also had expressions of disdain on their faces. Even the audience found it funny.

"That kid sure has some skill at bluffing."

"That's right, haha, luckily I didn't go up on stage. Otherwise, I would definitely have been scared to death by him, haha. "

Amidst the crowd's ridiculing laughter, Meng Lao and the other four's combined attack was instantly completed. Five different powers separately assaulted Han Chen from five different directions.

In particular, a golden, solid sword beam that was several meters long, emitted a strong destructive power when combined with the "ability of a sharp sword".

Even Meng Huo and Liu Yifeng would not dare to face a combined attack from five people. However, Han Chen just stood there without moving, his cold eyes surging with the killing intent of the forest.

"Innate divine ability, Devour!" Han Chen secretly shouted in his heart.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Five tided-like attacks accurately struck Han Chen's body, and chaotic amounts of martial spirit energy leaked out in all directions on the stage.

In the eastern part of the stands, Bai Hao's legs went limp as he slumped on his chair. His eyes glazed over. Bai Xiaotian clenched his fists tightly, and heaved a deep sigh of relief. However, he could not tell whether this was sadness or joy.

Liu Xin, Meng Huo, Liu Yifeng and the others who had grudges with Han Chen, all revealed cold smiles. Especially Liu Yifeng, who swept a glance at Ji Rushi who was in the audience seats and secretly ridiculed him, "Looks like I don't have a use for this."

"Hahahaha, useless thing! You've died in my hands!" Meng Lao laughed wantonly.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! With a loud sound, the chaotic martial energy in the center suddenly exploded. Everyone was shocked, and in the next instant, a figure flashed on the stage.

Hiss! The sound of a sharp weapon slicing through flesh came crashing over, followed by a heart-wrenching scream.

The expressions of everyone present instantly stiffened on their faces. When they saw the situation on stage, everyone's pupils involuntarily shrunk.

The contestant on the left was already lying on the stage. Fresh blood flowed from his wrists and ankles, as if someone had cut off the tendons in his hands and feet. It looked extremely pitiful. Standing in front of him, Han Chen held her sword horizontally. The soft sword that was thin like a cicada's wing flowed with traces of blood.