Divine Replication System

Sun Liang looked at Guo Yushi's corpse, his face cracked, and his eyes were bloodshot.    

His expression was crazed.    

He had never thought that Lin Xuan would really dare to kill Guo Yushi.    

It was even under the circumstances where he had saved ___.    

The number one disciple of the Metal Branch's Inner Sect, Grand Elder's direct disciple, had died in front of him.    

This wasn't just a matter of losing face.    

It was hard to imagine how he would receive Grand Elder's terrifying fury from now on!    

In an instant, Sun Liang's heart was filled with endless anger, and it exploded.    

An extreme fear flashed across his eyes.    

"Evil creature, die!"    

When he thought of this, Sun Liang couldn't restrain himself any longer.    

He roared madly.    

He no longer cared about his status as an elder and attacked Lin Xuan.    

At this moment, the only thing Sun Liang could think of was that if he could kill Lin Xuan, perhaps he could reduce Grand Elder's fury.    

In an instant, a huge palm that was several hundred meters in size and seemed to be corporeal, and was filled with the pressure of a King level, condensed.    

It descended from the sky and pressed down on Lin Xuan.    

It was as if the sky had fallen.    

In an instant, the space seemed to have been crushed.    

It was extremely terrifying.    

"Not good!"    

On the arena.    

Lin Xuan looked at the huge palm print that was descending and his expression changed.    

Sun Liang wasn't an ordinary Martial King Stage.    

He was a Martial King Stage elder in the Yuanling Sect, and he wasn't someone an ordinary Martial King Stage elder could compare with.    

Furthermore, he was a Late Martial King Stage.    

In the blink of an eye, Lin Xuan knew that he was no match for him.    

In fact, he couldn't even withstand this palm strike.    

Sure enough, there was still a huge gap between him and a true King level.    

However, Lin Xuan wasn't afraid at all.    

Because, he had already expected such a scene.    

In the next breath.    

Before the huge palm print landed, a sword light that swept up endless hurricanes welcomed it.    

Rip!    

There was a loud sound.    

The huge palm print was split into two.    

It turned into a shocking wave and dispersed on both sides.    

At the same time, Zhung Hee appeared in front of Lin Xuan.    

"Little junior brother, step back first!"    

Zhung Hee's cold voice fell.    

"Many thanks for Senior Brother Zhang's help!"    

Lin Xuan cupped his hands and thanked him before retreating.    

He was unable to interfere in the battle between two Martial King Stage warriors.    

"That little bastard Lin Xuan is going to die today. Zhung Hee, you won't be able to stop him either!"    

Sun Liang shouted angrily and attacked again.    

In an instant, several huge palm prints that were exactly the same as the previous palm prints were launched at Zhung Hee and Lin Xuan.    

"Break!"    

Zhung Hee didn't respond, he just let out a cold snort.    

His body was surrounded by fierce Gale waves, and he slashed out several more times.    

Rip! Rip! Rip...    

Sun Liang's dozens of attacks were completely unable to resist and were torn apart.    

Terrifying energy spread out, causing the Void to tremble.    

Zhung Hee stood firmly in the Void.    

However, Sun Liang was forced back thousands of meters.    

"Today, with me, Zhung Hee here, no one will be able to touch a single hair of Junior Brother Lin!"    

An incomparably domineering and cold voice reverberated in all directions.    

The entire scene was silent. Everyone was staring blankly at the scene.    

After a while, Sun Liang flew back. There was still blood at the corner of his mouth, and his Qi had weakened by a few degrees.    

He had already suffered some injuries.    

Sun Liang's face was ashen, and his expression was as gloomy as still water.    

He had never thought that an old Martial King Stage like him would be defeated by a young Martial King Stage Middle stage like Zhung Hee.    

"Zhung Hee, Lin Xuan has killed Guo Martial Nephew!    

Guo Martial Nephew was Grand Elder's direct disciple!    

You better hand him over!    

Or else, even if you can protect him for a while, the master of Metal Branch, Grand Elder, will never let you go!"    

Sun Liang threatened fiercely.    

"As long as I am here in this Azure Secret Realm, no one will be able to touch Junior Brother Lin!"    

Zhung Hee remained unmoved. He replied with a sneer.    

"Also, Junior Brother Lin killed Guo Yushi during the battle. This is in line with the rules of the competition.    

Even if Sect Leader came, it would still be the same.    

But you, Sun Liang, as an elder, attacked a junior of Junior Brother Lin.    

When we get out of here, do you know what kind of punishment you will receive?!"    

" Also, will the Metal Branch, the Sect Chief, and Grand Elder let us go?!    

Hahaha ~    

This is the biggest joke in the world!    

The other major branches are afraid of the Metal Branch, but the Zhenwu Branch isn't!"    

At this moment, Zhung Hee had shown the arrogance and ruthlessness of the disciples of the Zhenwu Branch.    

Everyone on the scene was stunned and speechless.    

"Zhung Hee, you...!"    

Sun Liang was so angry that he choked, and his face turned gloomy.    

"Also, my master, True Martial Overlord, has returned. What sect master of your Metal Branch? Grand Elder, didn't he say that he won't let us go?    

You can come to our Zhenwu Peak and wait for us at any time!"    

Zhung Hee's cold words were heard once again.    

"True Martial Overlord!"    

When Sun Liang heard this, his face turned pale. He clenched his fist tightly, and his anger surged out.    

However, he didn't say anything else.    

He also didn't attack again.    

A trace of fear and fear flashed through his eyes.    

Wu Juechen was reputed as True Martial Overlord, and his name was renowned throughout the world.    

He wasn't a weakling even amongst the peerless Emperor Level warriors.    

Although he had never killed an Emperor Level warrior before.    

However, he had also defeated an Emperor Level warrior.    

In the Dongyuan Continent, every warrior would tremble when they heard Wu Juechen's name.    

Even some ordinary Emperor Level Martial Cultivator didn't dare to mention his name.    

Now, they heard that Wu Juechen had returned.    

Even the arrogant and domineering elder of Metal Branch, Sun Liang, didn't dare to say anything.    

"Zhung Hee, Lin Xuan, just you wait. In any case, the Metal Branch won't let you go!"    

After saying those words.    

Sun Liang kept Guo Yushi's corpse and didn't dare to attack anymore. He flew back to the platform where the Metal Branch was located.    

Zhung Hee didn't do anything after seeing this.    

He landed next to Lin Xuan and said with a bitter smile.    

"Little junior brother, you have made a big deal this time!"    

"Hmm? Senior Brother Zhang, what's wrong?"    

Lin Xuan was somewhat puzzled.    

Indeed, Sun Liang's reaction was a little too much.    

At the same time, he was also secretly shocked.    

It was just a casual attack from Zhung Hee. As a veteran Martial King Stage, Sun Liang was no match for him.    

It could be seen that Zhung Hee's strength was definitely close to the Martial King Stage Peak.    

The further one advanced in the Martial Path, the harder it would be.    

When one reached the Martial King Stage, the gap between each small realm was like a natural chasm.    

It was difficult to cross.    

For example, Zhang Rann and Lee Lijing. If they reached the Martial King Stage, it would be very difficult for them to jump realms and fight.    

But Zhung Hee had broken through four or five realms.    

Was this the power of a special physique?    

Lin Xuan was also looking forward to it.    

After that... He'll also find an opportunity to fuse with that replicated special physique.    

He didn't know what kind of benefits it would bring him.    

"Guo Yushi is nothing, but he is the direct disciple of Grand Elder of Metal Branch!    

In the Yuanling Sect, besides the peerless Emperor Level like our master, a Martial Monarch Stage can only accept three direct disciples at most.    

The Metal Branch's Grand Elder also has three direct disciples, but one of them has already fallen in the outside world. "    

Zhung Hee explained briefly.