Supreme Divine 2

by Aixia Deyu

  There were two secret chambers beneath the fake mountain. One for the outside, and one for the inside. Pu Miling placed the sculpture inside, but Han Chen was not sure if it would disappear along with them.

  A damp and oppressive aura floated in the air as Blacky followed behind Han Chen step by step. Its round eyes observed its surroundings and its pupils were filled wituman's caution and seriousness.

  The first time, there were almosundred people inside, but this time, there was only Han Chen. The secret room outside was nothing special. Han Chen paused in his steps, then walked straight towards the room inside.

  As he neared the secret room, Han Chen's appearance involuntarily surfaced in Han Chen's mind. He was handsome, so handsome that he looked devilish. Just like his name, it emitted traces of evil.

  But regretfully, the secret room was empty and Pu Miling's sculpture did not appear in Han Chen's line of sight. There was only a simple stone platform inside. The sculpture was placed on top of this stone platform, but now it was completely empty.

  "The sculpture disappeared as well." Regarding this result, Han Chen was not too surprised.

  Maybe it really had something to do with Pu Miling? Han Chen's mouth raised into a wry smile, and he weakly sat on the ground. He even felt that his way of thinking was very strange. A person who had died a thousand years ago, and a lot of people in Pu Jia who had disappeared overnight, it seemed like it would be very difficult to link these two together.

  But what was the real answer?

  Han Chen feleadache coming on. Where was Shen Yu? This was something he desperately wanted to know.

  "Yiya!" Suddenly, Blacky shrieked, its cute face turning a little manic and solemn.

  Han Chen's heart tensed up, he immediately looked around anxiously, "What's wrong? Little Black? Did you find anything? "

  Blacky's throat emitted a low and deep roar, as if it was warning him to roar. Immediately after, a white light flashed and a pair of bat wings appeared on Blacky's back. Its pupils also turned into a strange, rippling shape.

  A wave of obscure energy fluctuations struck in the air, causing Han Chen's expression to become even more solemn. But no matter how one looked at it, this secret chamber was very normal.

  "Han Chen, I'm fine. Don't look for me."

  A gentle voice resounded beside Han Chen's ears, and his body violently shook. This voice was so familiar, if it wasn't the Shen Yu that he had been dreaming about all night, then who could it be?

  "Shen Yu?" Han Chen was both surprised and happy, as she looked at her surroundings blankly, "Where are you? Where are you? Shen Yu. "

  "Remember, do not look for me. Forget me and find a better girl. " Her tone was as gentle as water, as light as a veil. It stopped by his ear, but it seemed very ethereal.

  "Yiya!" Blacky became increasingly manic, and its manic behavior even revealed a trace of anger. Two rays of golden light shot out of his rippled eyes and struck Han Chen's body.

  Han Chen could not help but shiver, his mind immediately becoming clear. The voice that had been lingering in his ears suddenly disappeared.

  "This?" Was it an illusion? " Han Chen was at a loss, but quickly reacted, this place was too strange, he could not stay any longer. Little Black, let's go. "

  With that, Han Chen picked up Xiao Hei who was in the air and rushed out the door. But right at this moment, Han Chen's consciousness suddenly became extremely blurry, as though he was drunk, and the things in front of him were completely indistinct.

  Suddenly, a pungent smell of blood came into the air, and a red stream of blood started to surge out. Han Chen's head felt light as he staggered before immediately falling to the ground.

  As if he had experienced the passage of time, Han Chen's mind flashed, and a different scene appeared before him.

  The sky darkened, and the sun and moon disappeared. The clouds changed, and the nebula spun.

  Battle cries rang out, resounding through the vast, endless sky. On the ground below, blood flowed like rivers as flames and smoke blazed. Humans, magical beasts, and broken limbs could be seen everywhere.

  "Kill!"

  Han Chen's heart tightened. He had never seen such a scene before, what appeared in front of him was an Asura hell. Humans, magical beasts, and many unknown races. They killed each other, blood splattered across the sky, and all the spirits were destroyed.

  That unknown race had a meter tall Dwarf Warrior. There were also winged men with wings on their backs. There were also fiendish demon s whose bodies were overflowing with Evil Qi. And that beautiful fairy and all that.

  Looking at that strange race, Han Chen did not feel the slightest bit of fear. The blood in his body seemed to be boiling as an uncontrollable fighting spirit exploded from him.

  Han Chen had the urge to personally join the battle as boundless baleful qi gushed out from his body. A pair of black eyes turned blood-red in an instant.

  BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Mountains collapsed and the earth shattered. The world shook.

  A figure suddenly attracted Han Chen's attention. At the peak of the corpse mountain in the distance stood a young man. The demonic face gave off an evil aura. The man looked down at the ground as though he was looking down at the monarch of the world. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his confident smile made it seem as if he had everything under his control.

  "Pu Miling is the ancestor of the Pu Jia." Han Chen turned pale with fright, and his entire body and mind started to tremble uncontrollably. In front of Pu Miling, Han Chen felt that he was just an ant, a god.

  A streak of blood red lightning streaked across the sky. Pu Miling opened her hands, and her long hair behind her head danced in the wind. She faced the sky and roared, "One day, I, Pu Miling, will definitely return."

  The berserk energy wantonly destroyed this space, causing Han Chen's body to look as if it was about to be torn to shreds.

  "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Han Chen's body trembled as well. He suddenly sat up, and when he opened his eyes, what appeared before him was actually the scene inside the fake mountain secret room.

  "It's a dream." Han Chen gasped for breath heavily, he realised that his entire body was drenched in perspiration. He was currently sitting at the entrance of two secret rooms, a gentle light was shining through the entrance of the fake mountain.

  "I actually fainted for an entire night?" Han Chen muttered, he unconsciously thought back to what happened last night, and felt that it was a little too strange. The dream he had was also very real.

  Han Chen didn't understand what this meant. He only knew that this secret room was getting stranger and stranger. The people of Pu Jia could not help but get lost, and did not get any leads. Instead, it made things even more complicated and confusing.

  "Where's Little Black?" Han Chen was shocked, he looked around and found Xiao Hei lying on her back not far away from him. Her round belly was moving up and down, looking like she was asleep.

  Han Chen heaved a sigh of relief as he prepared to step forward and leave with Little Black. With a sudden thought, he unexpectedly discovered that something was amiss within his body.

  After he sat down cross-legged and carefully checked, Han Chen could not help but reveal a shocked expression. What was going on? How did my Nine Revolutions God Slaughtering Technique break through to the third level? "

  Han Chen clearly remembered that he had only managed to cultivate the Nine Revolving God Slaughtering Technique to the second level, and there was still one more meridian that he needed to open. However, what was strange was that the meridians in the third floor were unobstructed and could begin to clear the meridians in the fourth floor.

  Hiss! Han Chen could not help but take in a breath of cold air. These things were truly too bizarre. He quickly suppressed the doubt in his heart and picked up Blacky, who was on the floor, and hurriedly left the secret room.

  Once they exited the fake moun
tain, the fresh air rushed towards them. The warm and comfortable sunlight shone on his body. Han Chen took in a deep breath, as if he wanted to spit out all of the riddles in his heart.

  "Little Black, wake up." Han Chen opened his palm and let Xiao Hei lie in front of him.

  "Blacky narrowed its eyes, looking listless." "Yiyayaya."

  Han Chen could not help but laugh, he shook his head, and before he could do anything, the front yard suddenly released a burst of intense fighting aura.

  Chapter 197 - I am not Qiao Feiyan

  Feeling the sounds of fierce fighting coming from the front yard, Han Chen's heart could not help but be shocked. Could it be that the people from Pu Jia had returned? He immediately rushed to the front yard.

  "Damned girl, let's see where you can run to today?"

  There were seven or eight martial practitioners with weapons inside the courtyard dealing with a young woman. The woman was extremely beautiful, with delicate features and an extraordinary temperament. A pair of eyes rippled like autumn water.

  The people surrounding her were not weak, two or three of them had reached the mastery. The leader was a middle-aged man who seemed to be around thirty years old, and he had the tyrannical strength of the third level of the mastery.

  The beautiful woman's face was as cold as ice. She didn't show the slightest signs of panic when facing so many enemies. With a wave of his hand, whoosh! A long whip flew towards one of the warriors with the force of a gale breaking through the air.

  Pow! With the crisp sound of a whip, the martial artist's chest was immediately ripped open. A painful scream came out from his mouth.

  Everyone's faces couldn't help but change as the middle-aged man leading them grew even angrier. He raised the blade in his hand and charged forward. "That damnable little girl, her death is near at hand, yet she still dares to act so arrogantly."

  The other people also rushed forward. The beautiful woman's whip was as nimble as a swimming dragon, and the shadows of the crisscrossing whips dazzled everyone's eyes. However, the martial artists were not weak either. With so many people, they quickly gained the upper hand.

  "You brat, you don't know what's good for you. If you know what's good for you, then surrender. Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciful." The middle-aged man cursed fiercely.

  The beautiful woman didn't pay any attention to him, her charming eyes revealed a trace of coldness. With a shake of the long whip, it coiled around the neck of a martial artist like a snake.

  "Damn girl, let him go." The middle-aged man glared angrily as he raised his blade and chopped at his opponent.

  "Hmph." The beautiful woman's eyes were cold as she moved her feet and dodged to the side. At the same time, he exerted force in his palm, and the warrior's neck was snapped in half with a "kacha" sound. Then, he fell to the ground likile of mud.

  A woman could deal with so many people by herself, but she was still able to remain calm. The middle-aged man was completely enraged and shouted loudly, "Set up the formation! Don't let this damned girl take the chance to run away!"

  Everyone understood and retreated to a suitable position. In each of their hands, there was a chain with a blade tied at the end. Shoo! Shoo! Shoo! Several chains flew out from their hands at the same time. Sharp blades shimmered in the sunlight.

  When using chains to deal with the long whip, the advantage of a beautiful woman couldn't help but be greatly reduced. Her delicate eyebrows couldn't help but exude a few traces of solemnity. Dodging from the front and back, avoiding the concentrated attacks.

  At this time, Han Chen came over from the backyard. Upon seeing this scene, he couldn't help but be startled. When he saw the woman's appearance again, he became even more surprised.

  "Miss Yan Fei?"

  Han Chen's face was filled with astonishment as he looked carefully. The other party's figure and appearance was without a doubt Qiao Feiyan's, but wasn't she a Psionic Magician? Moreover, the aura being emitted from her body was clearly not any weaker than that of someone at the third level of the mastery.

  What was going on? Qiao Feiyan's cultivation was higher than her? Han Chen suddenly felt that his brain wasn't big enough. However, the situation ahead was not good.

  "Feiyan, let me help you."

  Without any hesitation, Han Chen's figure moved, and rushed towards the battlefield in front of them. He raised his palm and a long sword appeared in his hand.

  "Phantom Sword Slash into the Sky!"

  With a wave of his hand, a sharp sword beam that was several meters long rushed towards a mastery warrior. No one expected thaerson would suddenly appear at this time. The mastery warrior was shocked and quickly channeled his martial elemental energy to defend.

  But how could his hurried defense block Han Chen's attack, peng! The powerful sword light directly sent the opponent flying. At the same time, a cold whip shadow whizzed through the air.

  "Chi!" The heart part of that martial artist was instantly penetrated by a long whip. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, dying a grievous death.

  Not only was the other party angered, even Han Chen was startled. Raising her head to look at Qiao Feiyan, he saw that her expression was calm, without a single fluctuation in her emotions. The one who had acted decisively and decisively was completely unlike the kind-hearted young lady from before.

  "Brat, who are you? How dare you interfere with our Soaring Eagle Sect? " The middle aged man glared angrily at Han Chen, his eyes almost shooting fire.

  "Flying Eagle Sect? I've never heard of it. " Han Chen shrugged his shoulders, pointed to the nearby Qiao Feiyan and said, "This lady here is my friend, do you think I should take too much of this matter?"

  "You are courting death, don't blame me for this." A killing intent flashed across the middle-aged man's eyes. He immediately cried out to his subordinates, "All of you, hold that stinking girl for a while. I'll kill that stinky brat first."

  "Yes." A few of them answered in unison as they used the iron chain in their hands to attack Qiao Feiyan once again. The middle aged man held her long blade and rushed towards Han Chen.

  The middle-aged man had the strength at the third level of the mastery and he also realized that Han Chen's profound strength was only at the first level of the mastery. He planned to kill Han Chen in a short amount of time before taking care of Qiao Feiyan. But what he did not expect, was that Han Chen was not at the first level of the mastery.

  Thus, a chaotic battle unfolded. Meeting Qiao Feiyan here, it was really unexpected. However, to Han Chen's surprise, Qiao Feiyan treated him coldly, and could only ask about the reason later.

  Once they started fighting, the middle-aged man realized how ridiculously wrong he was. Han Chen's was much more difficult to deal with than he had expected. After a few rounds, he still hadn't gained the slightest bit.

  As for Qiao Feiyan, the few warriors were beginning to find it hard to hold on. The only middle-aged man at the third level of the mastery was held up by Han Chen, and the other one was killed just now. The remaining few people were not Qiao Feiyan's match at all.

  "Chief Steward Song, we can't hold on much longer." A man with wounds all over his body, whipped by a whip, asked for help.

  The eyes of the excited middle aged man narrowed as he shouted, "A bunch of useless trash that can't even handle a stinking girl, hold on for your life!"

  Bang! Even before the sound of his voice faded, a martial artist was sent flying by the strong whip shadow fan. Qiao Feiyan did not hold back at all as he moved his wrist, agilely whipping out a sharp and light whistle through the air. Pow! Another martial artist was beaten into a bloody mess, and a bone-deep gash appeared on his chest.

  "Damn it." Song Jiang fiercely cursed out, with a backhand slash, he sent Han Chen flying. He then gave up on his opponent and rushed towards Qiao Feiyan. "Damn brat, stop being so arrogant."

  Without even waiting for Song Jiang to get within two meters of Qiao Feiyan, Han
Chen had already stepped on the Great Void Dragon Steps and rushed forward. The longsword in his hand released a sharp sword aura, the sword tip quickly thrusting towards Song Jiang's throat.

  Song Jue's expression changed as he held the blade horizontally in front of him. Ding! Sparks flew as Han Chen's sharp sword heavily struck the opponent's blade. Song Jue felt his arm go numb and could not help but retreat.

  At the same time, the warriors surrounding Qiao Feiyan had all died, and those who didn't die had only one last breath of life left.

  Song Jiang almost fainted from anger. He alone could not save the situation. He immediately clenched his teeth, and glared at Han Chen fiercely: "Stinking brat, this debt, my Soaring Eagle Sect will remember." After he said that, Song Jue left in a hurry.

  Han Chen did not have any intentions of chasing after them. Looking at the corpses on the ground, his face revealed traces of shock. "Feiyan."

  "Thank you." Qiao Feiyan said indifferently, and turned to leave.

  "Wait." Han Chen immediately called out to his, and asked puzzledly: "Feiyan, why are you so weird? Why are you here? "

  "You recognized the wrong person, I am not Qiao Feiyan."

  Wrong? Han Chen was stunned, he looked at the other party in detail. Other than the slight difference in temperament, the other places were completely the same as Qiao Feiyan. You say you mistook him for someone else? It was really impossible.

  However, his expression was rather calm, not like he was lying at all. Han Chen felt that his brain was a little insufficient, so he probed again, "You really aren't Fei, wait."

  Han Chen's voice stuttered, and his gaze remained fixed on the other party. You said just now that you weren't Qiao Feiyan? "

  "That's right." The beautiful woman replied indifferently.

  "That's strange. From the very beginning, I have always been calling you Fei Yan, not Qiao Feiyan. "How do you know that Pharen's surname is Joe?"

  To Han Chen's question, the beautiful woman's expression still did not change much. He replied calmly, "Because I know Qiao Feiyan, I know who you're talking about."