Yan Han narrowed his eyes, his expression extremely solemn.
A single sentence had scattered his magic power…
Who was it?
The void suddenly surged, and the figure of a young man slowly appeared in front of everyone, like a god descending to the mortal world!
When they saw who it was, the disciples of the Blackheaven Sect were overjoyed and bowed in unison."Greetings, Senior Brother Chu Heng!"
Xu Hao was also relieved. With Senior Brother Chu Heng here, who in the Primitive Sect could stop him?
The rest of the disciples of the Blackheaven Sect were also excited, looking forward to the misfortune of the people of the Primitive Sect.
They were all disciples of the Blackheaven Sect. They had been the treasures of their sect and family since they were young. When had they ever suffered such grievances?
Moreover, it was clearly the people of the Primitive Sect who provoked and ambushed him! After they defeated the Primitive Sect, they would be oppressed by the other party's divine arts experts!
The Primeval Sect was too shameless. They forced them to kneel and apologize with the imposing manner of an expert with supernatural powers. They wanted to humiliate the Blackheaven Sect!
They were all outstanding talents, so they naturally understood Han Yan's vicious intentions!
"Chu Heng!"
Upon seeing the person who had come, Han Yan's face was as dark as water, as if he was facing a great enemy!
Although he was also a true disciple of the Primitive Sect, a holy land of cultivation, he was not as famous as Chu Heng. Moreover, Chu Heng had broken through to the divine-tier a few days ago, and everyone knew about it!
"But I'm not afraid of you! Since I can compete with the Primordial Saint Child! Naturally, I can also fight with you, Chu Heng!”
A strange look flashed in Han Yan's eyes, and battle intent surged in his heart.
In the Primeval Sect, he had fought with the Primeval Saint Son. Although he was at a disadvantage, he was never crushed to death! This made him feel that he was one of the best among the younger generation in the East Continent!
Chu Heng had entered the Divine Power Realm at the age of sixteen, and he was the future Holy Son of the Blackheaven Sect! As long as I can trample Chu Heng under my feet, my reputation will soar to the sky and my name will shake the Eastern Barren Territory!
And my reputation in the sect will also soar! With my grandfather's support in the sect, the position of the Holy Son might be changed to mine!
Yan Han's mind spun, and he instantly made up his mind.
You and I are both proud sons of heaven, both divine arts experts. Why should I be afraid of you?
Chu Heng's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery. He could naturally see Han Yan's fighting spirit and his plan.
He sneered in his heart.
If it was the Primeval Saint Child, then it would be fine. The Primeval Saint Child was a Heaven's Favorite of his generation. Even Chu Heng valued him and treated him as a great enemy.
But you, Yan Han, are nothing but an arrogant person who relies on his family background to be arrogant.
He had heard that Han Yan was able to break through to the next realm only because his ancestor had injected his cultivation into him.
His future achievements would be limited. He would be lucky to be able to cultivate a divine palace.
Seeing the ridicule in Chu Heng's eyes, Yan Han's expression became a little crazy! How dare you look down on me? I'm also a divine-tier expert! I will make you regret it!
Swoosh!
A white sword light flew over rapidly and arrived between Chu Heng's eyebrows in an instant. It was as fast as lightning, making it impossible for anyone to dodge!
The sword light suddenly stopped. Chu Heng raised his right hand and held the sword light between two fingers.
This white sword light was an extremely powerful divine ability. Suddenly, it shattered with a whoosh and turned into countless white lights. Then, it condensed. Han Yan held the sword in his hand, and his momentum was like the stillness of the deep sea, but also like the unpredictable changes of the sea of clouds. He attacked Chu Heng like a storm.
Chu Heng looked at the attack in front of him and pointed out.
Only a finger!
He pointed his finger forward. Before this finger landed, a strange phenomenon was set off. A finger as thick as a mountain fell from the sky. The ground suddenly sank more than a hundred feet, sinking into the ground.
The cold sword light dissipated in an instant. Blood suddenly spurted out from the corner of his mouth, and his expression became dispirited!
When the finger finally landed, Reliance City shook like an earthquake! It was as if the distant Lianyun Mountain Range was also trembling. This kind of power was unmatched and unstoppable. The cold was like a trapped beast roaring, but it could not change the outcome in the slightest.
Han Yan's clothes were torn and his expression was dispirited. He could only stand up with great effort, as if a gust of wind could blow him down!
Yan Han, a legacy disciple of the Primitive Sect.
Chu Heng defeated him with a single finger!
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