northernbook Chapter 683
Chapter 683
Han Changkong snorted disdainfully, his figure flashed like a ghost, and he easily avoided the sword blade.
Then, he suddenly flipped his palm, and divine power as thick as ink roared out like a vicious beast, instantly condensing into an extremely huge black tiger claw that exuded the breath of death.
A faint light flickered on the tiger's claws, as if it could tear apart everything in the world. It grabbed towards Xie Ming's face fiercely. Wherever it passed, the space was twisted like fragile paper, making a "sizzling" sound.
Xie Ming was horrified and held his sword in a panic to block.
The tiger claws collided violently with the long sword. In an instant, sparks flew and the sharp sound of metal friction was deafening.
Xie Ming felt a surge of overwhelming force, and his body stumbled back several feet uncontrollably, his feet leaving two deep grooves on the floor of the ring.
"With such a petty trick, you dare to act so arrogantly in front of me? The entire Red Flame Sect is such a loser, raising a loser like you?"
Han Changkong's face was full of scorn, and his figure flashed like lightning again, appearing beside Xie Ming in an instant.
He raised his legs high, with divine power wrapped around his legs, like a black python.
He kicked out suddenly, and this kick contained a terrifying force that was enough to collapse mountains and split the earth, and it kicked Xie Ming's waist accurately.
There was a series of horrifying "crackling" sounds, and Xie Ming's ribs broke like fragile dead branches. His body flew towards the edge of the ring like a tattered rag doll, with blood spurting out of his mouth and spraying into the air like blood arrows.
"Ah...you devil, you shall die!"
Xie Ming cursed weakly, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.
Han Changkong seemed to have not heard anything, the sneer on his face became more and more sinister, and he walked towards Xie Ming step by step. Every step he took was like a sledgehammer hitting the ground, and the ring trembled slightly, as if sounding the death knell for Xie Ming.
"Demon? This is just the appetizer. From now on, let your father teach you a lesson, you unfilial son."
The audience in the audience had already turned pale with fear at the bloody and brutal scene. Many of them covered their eyes and trembled, and some even collapsed to the ground.
The elders of the Liren Sect sat on the high platform and witnessed Han Changkong's ruthless methods, but they nodded one after another with expressions of satisfaction.
Elder Xu Hai smiled and twirled his beard, praising in his heart:
This boy is decisive and ruthless, with extraordinary strength. He shows no mercy to his old enemies. With such a character and courage, he will surely make a great name for himself in this divine world and bring supreme glory to our Li Ren Sect.
The disciples of the Liren Sect all looked at Han Changkong with shining eyes and full of reverence.
"Senior Brother Han is so amazing! He is simply the God of War in our hearts!"
"Look at him beating the crap out of that Red Flame Sect bastard! This is the demeanor of a peerless powerhouse from my Liren Sect!"
Han Changkong walked up to Xie Ming, grabbed his collar with his big hand like an iron clamp, and lifted him up into the air.
Xie Ming's face was as pale as paper, he was dying, and fear was in his eyes.
Because he knew that if he didn't beg for mercy, he would probably have no chance.
"Please... forgive me... I was wrong..."
His voice was trembling as he begged desperately.
"Let you go? Dream on! Didn't you just scold me? If I don't kill you today, I won't be called Han."
Han Changkong's eyes were as cold as a knife, and the strength in his hands kept increasing. Xie Ming felt as if his neck was tightened by an iron hoop, making it difficult for him to breathe, and his soul seemed to be crushed bit by bit in this severe pain.
Suddenly, Han Changkong threw Xie Mingchao into the sky with both hands. Then, he quickly changed the hand seals with his hands and muttered something.
In an instant, dark clouds rolled in from the sky like ink pouring down, quickly converging into a huge black curtain.
A terrifying black vortex of divine power slowly took shape in the clouds. Within the vortex, the aura of destruction flashed wildly like materialized black lightning.
"Go to hell and cry to the King of Hell!"
Han Changkong roared to the sky, and the black vortex seemed to come from the devil's mouth of hell, carrying endless death and despair, sweeping towards Xie Ming.
Xie Ming opened his eyes wide in despair and tried to struggle to avoid it, but his body was restrained by an invisible force and he could not move.
The black vortex swallowed him up in an instant, and a shrill scream pierced the sky. Xie Ming's body was like a fragile ant in the vortex, being ruthlessly crushed into powder and turned into a blood mist that filled the air and lingered for a long time.
The entire arena fell into deathly silence in an instant. A moment later, exclamations and discussions broke out like a tide.
The audience was stunned and speechless by Han Changkong's inhumane and brutal methods.
The disciples of the Liren Sect cheered with joy, their voices shaking the sky. They were crazy about Han Changkong's glorious victory and felt honored that their sect had such a strong man.
At this moment, in the bustling crowd, Lin Wanqing and Zhao Lin were huddled together, whispering in low voices.
Lin Wanqing frowned slightly, her eyes full of doubt, and said softly:
"Isn't it said that Han Changkong is only at the middle stage of the Divine Man realm? How come he has already broken through to the eighth level of the Divine Man realm? This cultivation speed is too astonishing."
Zhao Lin also looked bewildered and helpless, and responded in a low voice:
"How would I know? Just a few months ago, when I visited him, he was only at the fifth level of Divine Man. It's only been a short time, and now he's already entered the late stage of Divine Man. His speed of advancement is like riding a rocket."
Zhao Lin felt secretly bitter in his heart. He originally thought that his strength should be about the same as Han Changkong's. Even if there was a gap, it would be a 50-50 situation.
But now it seems that as Han Changkong's cultivation level soars like a rocket, the gap between him and himself is becoming larger and larger, as if an insurmountable chasm lies between the two of them.
However, he changed his mind and realized that in this divine realm, it was unheard of and unseen to have someone cultivate at such an incredible speed as Han Changkong.
In this case, Han Changkong must have some rare treasure that can accelerate his cultivation, or he must have practiced some shocking and destiny-changing skills.
However, my uncle is still in seclusion now, and when I visited him a few months ago, it seemed that something went wrong with his practice, and the situation was getting worse.
Therefore, it would be safest for me to secretly go back and inform the head of the family about this matter. I must not act rashly to avoid alerting the enemy.
Having made up his mind, Zhao Lin secretly decided that after the Tianjiao Conference was over, he would rush back to the family as soon as possible and tell the head of the family everything about Han Changkong in person, so that the family could make plans early. By then, the secret of Han Changkong would belong to the Zhao family.
Here, Han Changkong had already flown down from the high platform and landed steadily on the ground.
There was an unconcealable smugness on his face. His relaxed and high-spirited look was noticed by everyone in the Chiyan Sect. They hated him and gritted their teeth in anger, but they could do nothing about it.
"Elder Yu, this Han Changkong is too outrageous. He openly killed our Senior Brother Xie on this stage. Are we just going to watch him act so arrogantly?"
A disciple of the Chiyan Sect was filled with indignation and couldn't help but complain to the outer sect elder Yu Hao beside him, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.
Yu Hao, the outer sect elder of the Chiyan Sect, squinted his eyes slightly, a complex expression flickering in his eyes. After pondering for a moment, he slowly said: