Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

"Zhou Yong."    

Looking at the figure floating on the Stellar Battle Platform, Ao Lingchen frowned and a trace of seriousness flashed across his eyes.    

The current Zhou Yong was very strange. His body was emitting a decaying death Qi, giving people the feeling that he was a living corpse.    

However, under such a condition, the aura emitted from Zhou Yong's body made people feel oppressed.    

Although he couldn't sense Zhou Yong's exact cultivation base, Ao Lingchen had a guess. He was afraid that he was infinitely close to the Half Step Martial King. He was the one who was closest to the Half Step Martial King, and was even more powerful than Qing Chen and Chu Haiyu.    

It had only been ten days since they last met. What had this guy gone through? How could he be this powerful?    

Ao Lingchen secretly buried a thought in his heart. He wanted to see how powerful Zhou Yong really was.    

Above the nebula, looking down at the Stellar Battle Platform, everyone's eyes were filled with seriousness as they focused on Zhou Yong.    

"Wang Sect Master, what a great fortune! Half Step Martial King, Falling Star Spell! Using the lifespan of a junior to exchange for a powerful trump card. It seems like you want him to turn the situation around by himself. You want to seize the title of the Stellar Sect once more, but don't you think that your actions are shameless?! "    

Huyan Xiu glanced at Wang Boyong who was not far away with a mocking gaze. His eyes were filled with intense dissatisfaction.    

The Stellar Sect had a secret technique that could quickly increase their strength, the Falling Star Spell. In the eyes of these experts, it wasn't a secret at all. However, this secret technique had a very big drawback. Although they could use resources to quickly increase their cultivation base, the price they had to pay was also very high. Not only did they have to pay the price of a cultivator's life, they also needed resources beyond imagination.    

Most importantly, the probability of this secret technique failing was very high. Cultivating this secret technique could be described as almost certain death. It was already a miracle that one out of ten people could survive.    

Unexpectedly, at this crucial moment, Wang Boyong had gone astray. He had paid a huge price to bet on the big picture with a genius disciple. Perhaps it was because of his good luck, but in the end, he really succeeded. He forcefully created a Half Step Martial King disciple.    

Although Zhou Yong didn't have much lifespan left, with his current strength, perhaps no one in the top hundred could match him.    

This was a blatant act of cheating. It was obvious that Wang Boyong wanted to use this shameless action to win the championship. Furthermore, no one would have any objections to such an action even if they knew about it. Because this was indeed Zhou Yong's own strength. The only difference was... This was a strength that he had exchanged his life for.    

Furthermore, anyone could do such a thing as long as they were willing to.    

Therefore, no matter how dissatisfied Huyan Xiu was, there was nothing he could do. He couldn't afford to pay such a price.    

Listening to Huyan Xiu's ridicule, Wang Boyong disdainfully smiled and ignored him. So what if he had an opinion? He didn't believe that these people didn't have a secret technique similar to the Falling Star Spell, but they were willing to pay the price?    

Since they weren't willing to pay the price, then shut up.    

Seeing Wang Boyong's attitude, Huyan Xiu gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly.    

Different from Huyan Xiu's anger and resentment, the Saint Asura Sect Expert curiously looked at the aura of decay emitting from his body. Zhou Yong's eyes flickered with surprise.    

With his eyesight, he could naturally see Zhou Yong's condition. However, it was precisely because of this that he was even more interested. In his eyes, the little guy below was indeed at the brink of death. However, this also showed his determination and will.    

"What an interesting little guy."    

The Daoist robe trembled slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.    

The main character of the discussion was Zhou Yong, who stood silently on the Star Nebula Battle Platform. His field of vision didn't look at his opponent who was walking on the other side of the battle platform, but focused on Ao Lingchen.    

His cold and emotionless gaze mixed with a bit of coldness made Ao Lingchen feel uneasy.    

Just as Ao Lingchen stirred up the Yuan Qi in his body to fight him, there was an uproar in the surroundings.    

Zhou Yong made a gesture with his middle finger above Ao Lingchen's head. His face was full of ridicule and disdain.    

It was an obvious provocation. Zhou Yong was issuing a letter of challenge to Ao Lingchen in front of everyone, and it was also a letter of challenge with a humiliating nature.    

"This guy is too arrogant. I'm afraid that the strength in his body has made him arrogant."    

Qing Chen's face was gloomy. He clenched his right hand tightly in anger. Zhou Yong's actions had angered him.    

"He's just a clown. Don't mind him. However, if you have the chance to fight him, you must not underestimate him. He is a little strange. The strength in his body is a little strange."    

Ao Lingchen narrowed his eyes. His expression was still calm. He did not explode because of Zhou Yong's actions.    

In his opinion, this kind of provocation was the most useless act. The revenge he needed to take wasn't anger or anger because of his actions, but rather, using his fist to blow him up when he encountered him.    

This was called a tooth for a tooth!    

Zhou Yong's actions did not anger Ao Lingchen, but the others.    

"Zhou Yong, you are too arrogant and arrogant. Do you think you can defeat me?"    

A young man wearing a long grey robe, with his long hair coiled up, and a huge axe in his hand shouted out loudly on the fighting stage. The Heavy Axe in his hand smashed heavily onto the ground, causing sparks to fly in all directions. At the same time, the robe on his body was forcefully shattered by a force, causing his clothes to fly in all directions. It revealed the muscles that were as strong as the arm of the Torch Dragon.    

Looking from afar, it gave people the feeling that his strength had exploded!    

Combined with the powerful aura emitted from his body, the person holding the Heavy Axe instead gave people a stunning feeling.    

The person in front of him wasn't simple either. He was also a rogue cultivator, but he was also quite famous among rogue cultivators. He had once fought with the true disciples of the five great sects, and his strength was only on par with Qing Chen's. He was on par with Zhou Yong and the others.    

Now that he saw Zhou Yong ignoring him like this, he naturally couldn't tolerate it.    

"Xing Han, why are you in such a hurry to die?"    

When Zhou Yong heard this, he turned around and expressionlessly looked at the man who was waving the Heavy Axe. The cold glint in his eyes gave people a suffocating feeling.    

Without much action, a murderous aura surged around Zhou Yong. That rotten death Qi and murderous aura pressured out together, fiercely enveloping Xing Han who was in front of him.    

The moment the Qi was unleashed, it became stronger and stronger. In an instant, it was approaching the Half Step Martial King. The surging murderous aura was like a tornado that was violently attacking.    

"How did he become so strong?"    

The instant Zhou Yong attacked, a look of disbelief emerged on Xing Han's face. The strength of this man was beyond his imagination. Was this still the Zhou Yong he knew?    

Similarly, Xing Han wasn't the only one who was shocked. The crowd around the fighting stage was in an uproar. Even Ao Lingchen and Qing Chen were staring at Zhou Yong with serious expressions.    

They could feel something unusual from this murderous aura. They could feel the intent of a Half Step Martial King.    

"Since you want to die, I'll send you to hell."    

While everyone's eyes were filled with shock, the scene on the fighting stage suddenly changed. Zhou Yong made his move. The moment his voice rang out, his figure disappeared without a trace.    

"Not good!"    

Just as Xing Han wanted to move, a strong gust of cold air rushed out from behind him.    

"How could this be?"    

An astonishing scene occurred. A strange red line appeared on Xing Han's neck, and as his head spun, it fell to the side.