Supreme Divine Book

Beneath the Bright Moon City, the decisive battle had finally arrived for the Grand Seal Empire and the Grand Seal Empire.

KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! Angry battle cries resounded. A battle for life, a golden spear and a iron horse. The scene was cruel and bloody.

The Grand Seal Empire's near thousand prisoners of death were like hungry wolves, their methods were incomparably vicious and ruthless.

A prisoner on death's door leapt up and knocked a silver armored soldier to the ground. Its mouth was wide open as it bit towards the enemy's neck. His movements were extremely fast, and the silver armored soldier was unable to block in time. A bloody hole immediately appeared on his neck, and warm liquid gushed into the pillar.

"Hehehehe." The prisoner laughed again and again. He was so excited that both his eyes were shining. He spat out the blood from his mouth and raised the sharp blade in his hand, stabbing the silver armored soldier's head.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "Damn you, I'll kill you!"

One of the silver-armored soldiers was filled with both shock and anger. His eyes were bloodshot. The spear in his hand stabbed at the group of bandits with the speed of wind. The latter gave a contemptuous smile and grabbed onto the other party's spear with her bare hands. Immediately, a dense white light erupted from within her body. With a wave of her hand, a light beam shot out.

Swoosh! A tiny bloody hole appeared on the Silver Armored Soldier's chest.

"Bastard." Not far away, the great general who was slaughtering the enemy, Zhao Bo, was burning with fury. His feet tapped on the ground and raised his spear high, smashing down ruthlessly from above. "You bastard, give me your life."

The bandit leader's face suddenly changed. In a hurry, he quickly blocked the attack with his weapon.

Bang! The weapon of the assailant army was immediately split into two. Zhao Bo, who was in a rage, glared at him furiously, and the baleful aura that surged from his body made him look like a death king who had taken his life.

"Doggie, die!"

Zhao Bo's spear shone brightly, like a bright pillar of light. His attack was not the least bit reduced as it smashed onto the opponent's head. Bang! The head of the criminal army was like an exploding watermelon as red and white liquid splashed out.

However, not everyone in the Yue Lan Empire had the courage of Zhao Bo. The offense of the criminal army was like a surging beast tide, but it also seemed like an endless number of sinister evil spirits. After just one exchange, the Yue Lan Empire's Silver Armour was already at a disadvantage.

Standing on top of the city gate tower, Han Chen looked at the scene below, his pitch-black pupils surging with dense coldness.

"Du Lang rode on his big horse, with a disdainful smile on his face. Heh heh, little Han Chen, are you trying to be a turtle hiding inside? Or am I scared by grandpa? "

"Isn't it just a mad dog released from prison!?" "Would I be afraid?" Han Chen struck back without restraint.

"Hmph, you're courting death."

A cold light flashed through Du Lang's eyes as a pair of black wings unfolded behind him. Like a cannonball, they flew straight towards Han Chen who was on the city wall.

During the course of his movement, Du Lang's body released a dense amount of black energy which matched with his sinister malicious face. It was even more terrifying than the ghosts and evil spirits of hell. If a few children were to stand here, they would be so scared that they would cry until they fainted.

"A mad dog is a mad dog. How am I going to slaughter your dog?"

Han Chen summoned her scorpion sword, and the spiralling green brilliance flowed through his sword body instantly, crystal clear, like a clear spring water flowing around the sword blade.

"Hey, Sage?" Du Lang's eyes lit up, and clawed at the air with his bare hands. The black aura around him surged, and a large black hand suddenly reached out, like the sharp claws of a netherworld spirit, towards Han Chen.

Such a strong aura!

Han Chen was secretly shocked, just the aura the other party was emitting was stronger than Xi Shaocheng's, it was likely that Du Lang's strength was about half a step into the eighth level of morphogenesis. He couldn't afford to be careless.

Immediately, Han Chen released the heavenly lightning body, and a series of criss-crossing lightning arcs swam across his entire body. Han Chen sprung up with a leap, like a descending thunder god, dazzling and resplendent.

The unending flow of lightning energy gathered onto the scorpion sword, and when the Nine Hell Ghost Claw arrived, the end of the scorpion sword exploded out with an extremely condensed lightning pillar.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The air shook violently as the black claw was pierced through by the silver light. Swoosh swoosh! The dense lightning spread out from the black ghost claw like little silver snakes.

Bang! Under Du Lang's astonished gaze, the big black hand burst open, and the black Qi that filled the sky turned into a mushroom cloud that rose into the air.

"Good kid, you do have some ability."

Du Lang's sinister gaze was filled with killing intent, he did not dare to underestimate Han Chen. He thought about how the butcher had been killed and how one of Tu Hui's arms had been cut off during the first battle. This really wasn't a coincidence.

Han Chen smiled indifferently, "I don't have much ability, I just like slaughtering dogs!"

Being called a butcher of dogs by Han Chen, and being called a butcher of dogs by Han Chen. Du Lang was so angry that his face turned ashen. His figure moved, bringing along a wave of surging black qi to attack him head-on.

"Little Han Chen, I will definitely tear this arrogant guy's corpse into a thousand pieces today."

Du Lang consecutively sent out twenty three strikes as the black aura roiled and the folded palm wind whistled towards him from all directions. The powerful pressure was like a small, black mountain that couldn't be shaken at all.

Han Chen did not dare to be negligent at all, and the Martial Spirit inside his body started to revolve rapidly. Circulating the Four Symbols Art, a formidable and powerful aura burst forth without restraint. Adding to the fact that his entire body was covered in lightning, Han Chen appeared to be exceptionally domineering and majestic.

"Rigid Vortex Water Blade!"

With regards to the usage of the Four Symbols Art, Han Chen had long since reached the level of perfection. Right now, he could unleash it with just a thought.

The rapidly spinning tornado was like a soaring spiral pillar, heavily smashing into the surging black hill with a destructive force.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Violent energy fluctuations immediately engulfed the entire sky, and the sky immediately darkened, blotting out the sky and shaking the space. The tornado caused the endless black gas to churn up and down. It was a dark and gloomy place, and the sky was dark and gloomy.

However, Han Chen's killing move was not as effective as it was before, and only blocked it for a moment. The rolling black gas was moving towards them at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Du Lang was wrapped in a black aura, like a man-eating monster, causing chills to run down one's spine. "Heh heh, you stinking brat, with such little ability, you actually dare to show off in front of me?"

Du Lang once again struck out with two palms, and a dark gray wave of energy slid out from the two lumps of black air. He then heavily pushed himself forward into the rolling black light.

Bang!

Han Chen's Hard Whirlwater Blades were finally unable to hold on any longer, and were shattered into pieces by the surging tide of rolling black energy. It exploded high in the sky, and the sky was filled with green wind blades and crystal clear water droplets that sprinkled everywhere. In the sky above the Bright Moon City, a heavy downpour followed.

Han Chen's face could not help but change, as a dense grave expression appeared between his brows. With a thought, an extreme heat and an extremely cold energy surged out from his body.

"Ice Fire Twin Dragon Kill!"

Roar! Two dozens meters long ice and fire dragons intertwined, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. They roared in anger as they charged forward, once again attacking the small mountain of black qi.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! This collision was like the collision of two meteors that came from the other side of the sky. It seemed as if the space above their heads would collapse at any moment. Violent energy tore at each other as flames and ice shards flew everywhere. Surges of condensed power spread out in all directions like a ring of light.

The ground beneath the Bright Moon City trembled slightly. The warriors who were fighting against each other on both sides couldn't help but stop in their tracks. They all looked up at the sky.

"Heh heh." Du Lang's face revealed a sinister and weird smile, his entire body was shrouded in a layer of dense fog, and a ball of rolling black qi rolled around him. 'Bang! 'a sound was heard. Like a cannonball, it flew towards the chaotic power circle in front of them.

When Du Lang entered the rolling black mist, boom! With a loud bang, the two dragons of fire and ice were directly smashed to pieces. The scorching hot and cold air swept out, and the sky was filled with flying ice shards.

In the next moment, Du Lang rushed out of the black mist, leaving behind an afterimage in the air as he charged straight at Han Chen. "Hehe, brat, if you only have this little bit of ability, then obediently surrender yourself!"

In the blink of an eye, Du Lang had already arrived in front of him. Han Chen's expression changed greatly as a speck of white light appeared between his brows.

"Eh? And he's even a Psionic Magician. " Du Lang was slightly surprised, he raised his fist and released a black ball of air.

Bang! The formless spiritual force barrier was broken through like a thin layer of cardboard. Han Chen didn't even have time to use the Shadow Dragon-Soaring Dragon. In his haste, he raised the scorpion sword in his hands and charged forward.

"Heh heh." Du Lang laughed condescendingly as the black ball of air condensed into a cyclone in his palm. The spinning black cyclone struck right at the scorpion sword, causing Han Chen's arm to go numb and his body to tremble. A turbulent force coursed through the eight extraordinary meridians in his body through his arm. Han Chen's vital energy and blood surged up, and a trickle of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, go die!" Du Lang once again raised his palm, and heavily struck toward Han Chen's chest. At the same time, a thick black light also surged out of Han Chen's body.

Bang!

With a solid palm strike, blood spurted out of Han Chen's mouth, and his body retreated rapidly. Finally, he fiercely smashed into the city walls of Bright Moon City.

A human body pit instantly formed on the thick and solid wall, with dense and dense cracks spreading out in all directions with Han Chen as the center, the longest crack actually being seven or eight meters long.

Below, Zhao Bo, Lu Kui and the rest of the officers were all shocked.

"Major General Han Chen."

"Hehe, kill him for me!" Du Lang laughed wildly and waved his hand. Beneath them, the group of death row criminals let out ear-piercing howls. The pack of wolves danced as they launched into a bloody and cruel feast.