Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

"Next!"    

A domineering voice rang out from the chessboard, clearly reaching everyone's ears.    

The corpses on the chessboard died with everlasting regret, and the domineering words were spoken. Ao Lingchen, with his head held high and his chest pointed towards the sky, made everyone on the Flying Dragon Boat feel their blood boiling!    

"Ao Lingchen!"    

"Ao Lingchen, Ao Lingchen!!"    

Someone called out first, and then the Flying Dragon Boat started cheering.    

Although Ao Lingchen wasn't the first person to kill a disciple of the Ghost Fiend Hall, his direct and domineering action had touched the chord in everyone's heart, making them feel fanatical.    

There was one more thing besides the first time. Because of the battle between him and Murong Jin, many people knew Ao Lingchen's name.    

Elder Yuan Shen, who was floating in the air, looked at Ao Lingchen on the chessboard with a smile on his face. He didn't stop the blood-boiling call from the Flying Dragon Boat.    

A man should be like this, domineering!    

Different from the blood-boiling cheers on the Flying Dragon Boat, Rakshasa Ghost Child's expression on the Ghost Ship was gloomy and livid. One could clearly feel the oppressive aura from his body just by looking at his face.    

"Papapapapapa!"    

His pale palm gently patted. Rakshasa Ghost Child's gloomy face suddenly smiled. He looked at Ao Lingchen with a brilliant smile. "Ao Lingchen, a good name. You are not bad!"    

His voice was so gentle that it gave people the feeling of a spring breeze. However, Ao Lingchen felt that his body was surrounded by a cold murderous aura. The murderous aura was filled with killing intent!    

"Senior Miao Zan!" Ao Lingchen smiled humbly and politely, as if he could not feel the murderous aura surrounding his body. With a puzzled look, he asked, "I wonder if today's spar will end here or continue?"    

His words and actions were full of courtesy. Ao Lingchen was as respectful as his elders.    

However, his actions were a provocation to Rakshasa Ghost Child, and it was a ridicule to him.    

"This road is long. Of course, we still have to continue sparring!"    

Rakshasa Ghost Child's expression was gloomy. A killing intent flashed across his eyes. A low and deep voice sounded out from his mouth, "Gui Mo, you go!"    

"Gui Mo?"    

When they heard this, many people on the Flying Dragon Boat frowned and muttered to themselves, as if they had heard of this person.    

While a few people on the Flying Dragon Boat were discussing, a violent aura surged from the depths of the Ghost Ship.    

"Da Da Da!"    

The sound of someone stepping on wood rang out from within the Ghost Ship. The sound was balanced and rhythmic as it walked towards the bow of the ship.    

Hearing the balanced and powerful sound, Ao Lingchen frowned slightly. Although he did not see anyone, the sound was clearly that of a burly man.    

The heavy sound was getting closer and closer. When the owner of the sound walked out of the ship, Ao Lingchen felt a bit surprised.    

The sound of the person walking was so heavy that in his mind, he was at least a burly man. However, when he saw who it was, he realized that his worldview had been overturned.    

The person was a short man who was less than a meter tall, especially his baby face. He gave Ao Lingchen the feeling that he was a child in his teens.    

However, the only difference between him and an ordinary child was that he was carrying a heavy hammer that was even bigger than his body.    

The moment this child called Gui Mo walked out of the Ghost Ship, the people on the Flying Dragon Boat were also in an uproar. Many people were laughing and laughing, and some people were even discussing whether this little guy would be unable to hold onto the big hammer in a while.    

However, the experts on the Heaven Ranking were frowning, as if they were facing a great enemy.    

On the chessboard, Ao Lingchen looked at the little kid who was walking step by step from the Ghost Ship to the chessboard. He looked at the little guy who was giving off a weak aura, and his face was filled with shock.    

Could this be his opponent?    

He couldn't possibly fight with a child, right?    

However, Ao Lingchen quickly changed his mind.    

The short Gui Mo walked onto the chessboard and looked at Rakshasa Ghost Child coldly. His pale fingers pointed at Ao Lingchen. "Old man, this is it?"    

He did not show any respect to Rakshasa Ghost Child.    

Surprisingly, Rakshasa Ghost Child did not lose his temper at Gui Mo's disrespectful actions. Instead, he smiled sinisterly and said, "Yes!"    

"Oh!" With a cold oh, Gui Mo turned his head and looked at Ao Lingchen with a pair of cold and lifeless eyes. He gently twisted his arms, and the sound of bones being twisted could be heard. He said coldly, "You are really unlucky to have provoked this old man!"    

Hearing these words, Ao Lingchen was just about to respond to him when a fierce killing intent rushed towards him, causing him to instantly be on guard, as if he was facing a great enemy.    

"Die!"    

Gui Mo's short figure flashed in front of his eyes, and instantly disappeared without a trace!    

"Not good!"    

Ao Lingchen cried out in alarm. A trace of panic flashed across his eyes. A majestic spiritual force instantly surged out. The Heavenly Fiend Sword in his hand was wildly flashing with electric arcs. He hastily swept it towards the right side of his body!    

"Clang!"    

Sparks flew as the crisp sound of the Golden Metal colliding rang out. A powerful wind surged out from the collision and swept out.    

Swoosh!    

Under the fierce collision, Ao Lingchen's feet pressed against the ground, and he was pushed back a few meters by the friction. Only then did he manage to stabilize his body.    

"He actually blocked it. What a pity!"    

Looking at Ao Lingchen's serious face, Gui Mo shook his head regretfully, as if he was very disappointed that he could not kill the former in one hit.    

"So strong!"    

After stabilizing his body, Ao Lingchen looked at the short man who was holding the heavy hammer with a serious expression. Fear lingered in his heart. His right arm, which was holding the Heavenly Fiend Sword, was actually trembling slightly.    

Ao Lingchen frowned slightly. He waved his right hand diagonally and Yuan Qi surged into his arm, removing the fatigue on his arm. His eyes stared at the harmless Gui Mo, who looked like a child.    

This fellow who seemed to have a weak aura was not as weak as he looked. When he moved his hand, it was shockingly fierce. He had completely restrained the energy in his body, which was why he looked very weak.    

From the moment he appeared, he had been misled by his short stature and weak Qi.    

If he had not reacted in time, that strike earlier would not have been as simple as sending him back. Instead, it would have blown up his head.    

He stared at Gui Mo, who was holding a heavy hammer in front of him, and felt the faintly discernible aura coming from his body. Ao Lingchen took a deep breath. Boundless Yuan Qi surged within his body. Like a volcanic eruption, it surged out of his dantian, like a flood flowing through his meridians.    

At the same time, majestic and vigorous Mental Energy surged and dispersed from his sea of consciousness. It transformed into a huge spider web that enveloped his entire body.    

In an instant, Ao Lingchen raised his condition to the limit, his mental energy highly concentrated on the short Gui Mo in front of him.    

This person who looked like a child was not an ordinary person. He could not afford to be careless.    

The aura that was emitted from the fight just now was at the peak of Martial Sect Middle Period.    

Furthermore, the power that erupted from the attack was even stronger than many Martial Sect Stage Late Period warriors.    

He was so powerful that he could even call Rakshasa Ghost Child an old ghost's child. How could he look down on such an opponent?