"Oh? You want to fight me?" Su Chen's lips curled into a smile.
"Hmph! You're scared?" Huan Yu sneered, her eyes full of disdain. "What I despise most is a weak man like you who only knows how to hide behind a woman."
"This kid probably won't even know how he died for a while," Yan Zhang said helplessly, covering his face.
"Sigh, if senior wants to kill him, there's nothing we can do. I just don't know if the Angel Clan will hold my War God Divine Clan accountable afterwards," Yan Jiang said in a deep voice.
" The Angel Clan is nothing to us. What do we, the War God Divine Clan, have to fear? If they dare to hold us accountable, then the war will be over. We'll see who is stronger. Besides, it was Senior who killed Huan Yu, and Senior's relationship with the Goddess is extraordinary. I believe he will not stand idly by," Yan Zhang said.
"Yes, that makes sense. Then let's not interfere and let Huan Yu do whatever he wants." Yan Jiang nodded, agreeing with Yan Zhang's reasoning.
"Alright, let's fight then. Let me see what you, this prodigy of the God Realm, are capable of." Su Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, his robes fluttering, and an invisible sense of pressure emanated from him.
" Xiao Chen, someone like him is fine with me. You don't need to lift a finger," Yan Qingwu said.
Su Chen stepped forward, appearing in front of Yan Qingwu. He gently stroked her cheek and said softly, "Didn't you see what he just said about me? If I didn't teach him a lesson, people would really think I'm a kept man."
"Okay... alright." Feeling the warmth of Su Chen's hands and his deep, affectionate gaze that could stir one's heart at first glance, Yan Qingwu's cheeks instantly turned bright red, burning hot.
"Damn it, get your filthy hands off me, my goddess!"
" Huan Yu, please teach this man a lesson so he'll never dare to covet the Goddess again!"
"Yes, defeat him!"
The male prodigies below, witnessing this scene, were furious, their faces flushed red, their teeth clenched, wishing they could tear Su Chen apart.
Huan Yu's face was also pale, ashen and terrifying, the anger and killing intent in his eyes almost tangible. "I want you dead!"
He spoke each word clearly, his blood boiling, his body radiating light, unleashing a vast and sacred power. This power, centered on him, rapidly surged in all directions, stirring up terrifying storms.
The next moment!
Countless golden feathers appeared behind Huan Yu. With a thought, these golden feathers swarmed out, each carrying a chilling aura and killing intent, cutting through space and time with unparalleled shock.
Su Chen looked up, his expression calm. He raised a finger and pointed at it. In an instant, the countless golden feathers were annihilated by a terrifying force.
This power seemed capable of destroying the universe, suffocating countless beings in the arena. Even the powerful figures couldn't help but show solemnity on their faces, even with a hint of fear and astonishment.
The power emanating from this person was so great that even they felt wary of him. How could this be? They knew that among these powerful individuals, the lowest level was God Venerable!
What makes Su Chen so capable of instilling fear in these God Venerable? Why is that? Could it be that he also possesses the cultivation level of the Divine Venerable Realm?
Upon realizing this, the powerful figures in the arena suddenly changed their expressions, staring intently at Su Chen, their throats bobbing. Judging from Su Chen's appearance, it wasn't a disguise, and his bone age didn't seem very old.
Oh my god!
Has the younger generation already God Venerable?
This... this is incredible!
"Senior's strength is indeed extraordinary!" Yan Zhang exclaimed in shock. Although he had believed Yan Jiang's words before, he still harbored some doubts until he witnessed Su Chen's prowess, at which point he truly believed it!
"You really think I'm lying to you? I've personally experienced your strength, senior," Yan Jiang said with a wry smile.
"I refuse to believe it!" Huan Yu seemed to have gone mad, roaring as his eight wings unfurled, golden light swirling around them, and rings appeared beneath his feet. He opened his right palm and gritted his teeth, saying, " Sacred Sword, come!"
Buzz!
Suddenly, a sword cry resounded between heaven and earth. This sword cry was different from others. It seemed that this sword cry could purify the souls of all spirits, wash away the filth on their souls, and bring a warm feeling to people.
Then, a dazzling light burst forth in the universe, illuminating the dark cosmos. Immediately afterwards, a golden longsword slowly appeared within the light!
The golden longsword radiated a blazing and dazzling light, its core engraved with divine runes, containing boundless power. When it appeared, darkness was dispelled, and evil vanished into thin air; it was like a symbol of peace!
"This... this is the Sacred Sword of the Angel Clan!"
"Legend has it that the Sacred Sword is incredibly terrifying. Back then, the progenitor of the Angel Clan almost killed a True God with this sword! But isn't the Sacred Sword the foundation of the Angel Clan? How come it's in Huan Yu's hands?"
"Could it be because the Angel Clan has already bestowed the Sacred Sword upon Huan Yu?"
" The Angel Clan bestowed the Sacred Sword upon Huan Yu, doesn't that mean Huan Yu is the next patriarch of the Angel Clan?"
The spirits were in an uproar upon seeing the sword.
"I never expected that old guy would actually give the Sacred Sword to Huan Yu. Has he gone mad? That's their most precious treasure," Yan Jiang said, frowning.
" The Angel Clan must have placed all their hopes on Huan Yu. Therefore, they gave all their resources, including the Sacred Sword, to Huan Yu Huan Yu so that she could rise quickly and lead the Angel Clan to a higher peak as soon as possible. Just like our War God Divine Clan, if the Goddess needs us, we will definitely give her everything, including the foundation of our War God Divine Clan!" Yan Zhang said.
"That's true." Yan Jiang pondered for a moment, then nodded, agreeing with the statement. However, she then shook her head and smiled, "But even if Huan Yu possesses the Sacred Sword, can he protect it? I'm afraid this Sacred Sword will fall into your hands, senior."
"If the Angel Clan loses the Sacred Sword, they will likely be slowly swallowed up by other forces until they perish," Yan Zhang said.
Huan Yu gazed at the Sacred Sword with excitement in his eyes. He raised his right hand and grasped the hilt. Then he felt a divine power spread throughout his body, purifying his anger. His emotions gradually stabilized and he became calm.
But this was not the end. Huan Yu's cultivation level was skyrocketing, and his whole body was radiating a holy light. An angelic phantom appeared behind him, with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes closed, and his face solemn and holy, shining brightly and not to be profaned.