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 Qin Ting!"
Xu Hao heaved a sigh of relief. With Senior Brother Qin Ting 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!
"Qin Ting!"
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 legacy disciple of the Primeval Sect, a holy land of cultivation, he was not as famous as Qin Ting. Moreover, Qin Ting had broken through to the divine-tier a few days ago, and the whole world 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, Qin Ting!”
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!
Qin Ting was a person who had entered the divine power realm at the age of sixteen. He was the future Holy Son of the Blackheaven Sect! As long as I can trample Qin Ting 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?
Qin Ting's eyes flashed with a trace of mockery. He naturally saw through Han Yan's battle intent and the plan in his heart.
He sneered in his heart.
It would be fine if it was the Primordial Origin Holy Son. The Primordial Origin Holy Son was a prodigy of his generation. Even Qin Ting 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 Qin Ting's eyes, Yan Han's expression turned 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 Qin Ting's eyebrows in an instant. It was as fast as lightning, making it impossible for people to dodge or dodge!
The sword light suddenly stopped. Qin Ting raised his right hand and held the sword light between two fingers.
This white sword light was an extremely powerful divine art. Suddenly, it shattered with a whoosh and turned into countless white lights. Then, it condensed. Han Yan's sword was in his hand. Its momentum was like the stillness of the deep sea, but it was also unpredictable like the clouds. It attacked Qin Ting like a storm.
Qin Ting 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.
He was defeated by Qin Ting with a single finger!
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