Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

The sunset glow in the sky and the starlight under his feet lit up. For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Stellar Battle Platform.    

This was the last battle of the first day of the top hundred battles. This battle would end the first round of the top hundred battles.    

Both of them came from the same sect and even from the same dynasty. For a moment, it affected the hearts of most of the people present. Everyone was curious about what would happen in the end and who would win.    

"Murong Feng, Peak of Martial Sect Stage, his cultivation base has improved at such a rapid speed. Did he have some fortuitous encounter?"    

Ao Lingchen stared at the two people who were confronting each other on the fighting stage. Yan Mo was able to break through to the Peak of Martial Sect Stage in such a short period of time. Improvement! Although it was shocking, it was also because of her identity. Her extraordinary talent and Tianfeng Prince's strength... This didn't seem to be impossible.    

However, in comparison, Murong Feng was a little strange.    

Murong Feng could be said to be an old friend of Ao Lingchen. As for this old friend of his... He was very clear about his strength. His talent was indeed not bad. However, he was afraid that there was a certain gap between him and Yan Mo. Furthermore, he did not have the status of Princess Yan Mo. There was not a force as powerful as the Sacred Altar supporting him. Under normal circumstances, his improvement would not be so shocking. He had broken through to the Peak of Martial Sect Stage.    

One should know that he had obtained a lot of good fortune during this period of time, and his cultivation base had yet to break through to the Peak of Martial Sect Stage.    

"Without the support of his backer and astonishing talent, if he didn't have an opportunity that could be described as good fortune, would he really be able to break through to the Peak of Martial Sect Stage in such a short period of time? Or could it be that he's a bit strange? "    

Ao Lingchen's eyes were filled with doubt as he stared at Murong Feng, who was standing elegantly on the Stellar Battle Platform, causing the girls around him to cheer excitedly.    

"Could he be related to the Evil Spirits?"    

All of a sudden, a crazy idea emerged from the bottom of Ao Lingchen's heart. His eyes were fixed on the figure who was waving the feather fan on the fighting stage. His spiritual energy was sent out from his sea of consciousness, secretly probing towards Murong Feng.    

Murong Feng's situation was too suspicious. His speed of improvement was too shocking. This situation was similar to being possessed by the evil spirit, obtaining the ability to devour all life and quickly strengthen himself.    

The moment Ao Lingchen's mind power reached the fighting stage, a violent feeling came to Ao Lingchen's mind. He felt as if his soul had been cut by a knife.    

Suddenly, Ao Lingchen raised his head and looked at the nebula. He saw Wang Boyong looking at him with a mocking smile.    

"Wang Boyong." Ao Lingchen took a deep breath, his eyes filled with fear.    

The intense pain in his mind was caused by Wang Boyong.    

Just now, when Ao Lingchen was about to use his spiritual energy to check on Murong Feng, just as his spiritual energy was about to approach the fighting stage, he felt that the spiritual energy that had entered the fighting stage had been cut off by someone, and his attack was swift and fierce. The person who caused all of this was looking at him mockingly.    

Ao Lingchen knew that he could only swallow this insult when his spiritual energy was damaged.    

"Does he have anything to do with the evil spirit?"    

Ao Lingchen stared at Murong Feng, who was standing on the fighting stage with a smile on his face. The latter was suspicious, but he didn't sense any evil energy from Murong Feng.    

"Or, does he really have some fortuitous encounter?"    

Murong Feng didn't know what Ao Lingchen was thinking. He had been looking at Yan Mo with a smile on his face, as if he was very respectful to her.    

Yan Mo's shapely eyebrows trembled. Her ink-black gem-like eyes were filled with intense killing intent. A cold light was faintly visible in her eyes, "Fake hypocrisy. You are disrespecting me by standing on this stage. Why do you have to put on a respectful face? Just looking at it makes you feel disgusted."    

As she spoke, a pitch-black sword appeared in her hand. With a buzz, the scabbard was directly shattered by the sharp sword qi, releasing an astonishing sharp sword qi.    

"Ink ink sword, supervising the execution of corrupt officials, earth level middle grade. Today, I will use the sword that my father gave me, and cut off this despicable and chaotic official who dares to offend me, Feng Yan."    

Yan Mo shouted in anger. The powerful Yuan Qi that was lingering in her body whistled out. She stomped her foot on the ground and the black veil swayed lightly. Like a lightning bolt, it shot out from the bow towards Murong Feng.    

Looking at the smiling figure in front of her, Yan Mo even felt that this fellow was even more disgusting than Ao Lingchen.    

The instant the inkstone sword stabbed out, a flame emitting an extremely cold aura appeared on both sides of the sword. Instantly, the surrounding air became abnormally oppressive and the temperature dropped rapidly.    

"The ink-ink sword specializes in killing corrupt officials. It is indeed a divine weapon, but Murong is not a corrupt official. I respect the princess very much."    

Facing the cold sword that was charging towards him, what was surprising was that Murong Feng did not have the slightest fear. Instead, he smiled calmly, and his eyes were unusually calm. "If the princess wants to teach Murong a lesson, Murong will not be polite either."    

His right foot moved forward, and vigorous Yuan Qi surged. His clothes fluttered in the wind. Murong Feng was like a scholar as he swung the fan in his hand. He calmly fanned the fan and fearlessly welcomed the Cold Sword.    

"Brilliant and brilliant! A man with a king's mandate who cultivates my Rong, sacrifices my heart, and kills my words and strokes, establishing the world under the heavens!"    

With every step he took, Murong Feng gradually walked out. The Yuan Qi around his body surged, and his imposing manner was grand. Waves of thunder resounded in his ears, and the sound of books lingered in the air.    

It was clearly just a few simple sentences, yet everyone present felt as if this sound came from the Heaven Realm and shattered the void.    

What was even more terrifying was that when this sound appeared, lotus flowers strangely appeared under Murong Feng's feet. The petals formed by Yuan Qi bloomed rapidly, and the multicolored light shone upon the star power of Stellar Battle Platform.    

"Righteous Qi, inheritance of the Confucianism. This guy actually cultivates the Confucianism, and he has already reached the level where he can follow the law with his words!"    

When Murong Feng attacked, he did not raise his sword or swing his spear. He only said a few simple words, causing the Saint Asura Sect Expert on the nebula to exclaim in surprise. This was the first time he had cried out in surprise since the start of the competition.    

"Absolute obedience, the path of Confucianism! There is actually someone in the Desolate Domain who has such a deep understanding of the Confucianism! He is truly a genius! No matter who wins or loses, this man will be taken by the Saint Asura Sect! Haha!"    

A wild laughter sounded out from the Saint Asura Sect Expert's mouth. This voice shocked everyone in the square. They didn't expect that the battle had just begun, let alone the result of a great battle. There wasn't even a collision, but the experts of Saint Asura Sect had already announced that they would take Murong Feng under their tutelage. Regardless of victory or defeat.    

This was an exciting scene.    

For a moment, most of the people in the square looked at Murong Feng with envy.    

"Confucianism? Murong Feng cultivates the Confucianism? Could it be that he cultivates both Confucianism and Martial?"    

Ao Lingchen was also shocked by the scene on the fighting stage and the voice coming from the nebula. He really couldn't understand why Murong Feng cultivated Confucianism. Could an existence with such an evil aura really cultivate Confucianism? And he could walk so far on the Confucianism?    

While everyone was thinking with mixed feelings, an intense collision broke out on the fighting stage.