Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

”Slice!”

With a fierce shout, Long Aotian swung a sword strike that carried the might of Thunder, creating a whistling wind and explosive thunder, as if cleaving the space ahead.

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After defeating several geniuses consecutively, Long Aotian laughed uproariously, arrogant and invincible: ”Who else?”

”Qin Yang from Tianchuan Sword Mansion, eager to learn from Brother Long’s superb skills!”

Whoosh!

A figure in Purple Clothes leaped in front of Long Aotian.

After ten moves, the disciple from Tianchuan Sword Mansion was also slashed away by Long Aotian’s sword.

”Hahaha, who else?” Long Aotian laughed maniacally, having defeated three people in succession, his momentum was overwhelming, and no one dared to make a move easily.

”Young man from Eastern Spirit Domain, yesterday you showed your Divine Power and taught my inept third brother a lesson. What, not coming up to spar with me today? Or are you afraid I’ll kill you?”

Suddenly, Long Aotian targeted Ling Feng, with a trace of strong anger in his eyes.

Ling Feng touched his nose, indeed, trouble still found its way. Beat the small one, and now the big one comes out?

Just as Ling Feng was about to act, suddenly, a handsome man in a fox fur stood up somewhat impatiently in the Beihai Domain seating, saying lazily: ”West Sword Domain’s swordsmanship, is that all it is?”

”Hmm?”

Long Aotian, in high spirits, hearing this sentence, frowned immediately, shifting his gaze from Ling Feng to fiercely pierce at the man in fox fur, ”Say what you said, again?”

”I don’t like repeating my words.” The man in fox fur said indifferently.

”You got guts! Name yourself!” Long Aotian asked coldly.

”Luo Han Zhou!”

The man in fox fur stood with hands behind, meeting Long Aotian’s predatory gaze, unafraid.

”Luo Han Zhou?”

Long Aotian squeezed his fist, coldly asking: ”You say West Sword Domain’s swordsmanship is lacking, what skill can you Beihai Domain bring?”

”Not much of an ability, but enough to defeat you.”

Luo Han Zhou spoke slowly, his voice extremely cold, like the icy wind from the far north, making people involuntarily shudder.

Next moment, Luo Han Zhou calmly walked toward the central open ground, Ling Feng even noticed that every step Luo Han Zhou took was exceptionally consistent in distance, as if meticulously calculated, such a person had mastered control over his own Strength.

Beihai Domain’s warrior, finally couldn’t hold back?

Ling Feng felt slightly excited in his heart.

If West Sword Domain’s warriors are skilled in Sword Dao, then Beihai Domain is predominantly focused on Body Cultivation.

”Such arrogance!”

Long Aotian waved the Great Sword, with a whistling wind, coldly locking onto Luo Han Zhou, shouting furiously: ”Three moves, watch how I defeat you, this boasting brat, in just three moves!”

Luo Han Zhou slowly raised a finger, slightly shaking his head: ”No need for three moves, one will suffice.”

”Arrogant!”

Long Aotian was so angry he trembled, stepping forward like a Fierce Tiger Descending the Mountain, raising the Great Sword to slash down, leaving a sword shadow, the air bursting, the wind whistling, like a roaring tiger, imposing in momentum.

Luo Han Zhou’s long hair flew open, revealing the other side of his face, perpetually indifferent, with sparkling sharpness in his eyes.

In the next instant, Luo Han Zhou would be cleaved in half by Long Aotian’s sword.

Faster than words can describe!

In a flash, Luo Han Zhou moved, striking with a Fist so fast that it was almost impossible to perceive, hard to see clearly how he punched, while Long Aotian’s slashing sword suddenly halted, as if immobilized by a spell.

At some unknown moment, Luo Han Zhou’s fist was against Long Aotian’s chest, Fist Radiance erupted, only requiring energy to burst to shatter Long Aotian’s heart directly.

A creeping chill invaded Long Aotian’s forehead, and suddenly, cold sweat streamed down.

If it weren’t a spar but a mortal duel, he would surely be a dead man!

”You’re too weak.”

Luo Han Zhou swiftly stepped back, still unbelievably fast, almost like teleportation, appearing ten steps away.

Fast! Too fast!

Long Aotian’s face turned from white to red, angrily and unwillingly: Was he really too weak?

”Who can take one punch from me?”

Luo Han Zhou stood in the open ground center, cold eyes sweeping around, the icy words rampant like chill wind.