The Strongest Sect Master In Cultivation World

The fist and palm of the fifth grade Dragon Transformation expert, Shangguan Xiong and Mooh Chen, collided, causing spiritual energy to flow in all directions. It was as if a violent gale had passed by, and the surrounding area of a hundred zhang was in a mess.    

The people from the Fire Sect were shocked by the might of the battle, and their eyes were wide open. They tightly hugged the trees around them, in order to prevent them from being blown away.    

"Hahaha!" Shangguan Xiong laughed wildly and shouted, "Mooh Chen brat, you are only an early Dragon Becoming Stage, and I am a late Dragon Becoming Stage. Killing you is as easy as killing a chicken!"    

Although Shangguan Xiong said it was simple, he was actually shocked in his heart.    

A few years ago, when he slaughtered the Mooh family, Mooh Chen was still a weakling. He could even kill a small guard of the Shangguan family.    

Now, Mooh Chen had become a Dragon Becoming Stage warrior in just a short period of time.    

Furthermore, if Shangguan Xiong didn't use his ultimate skill, Mooh Chen would be able to hold on and fight him for a long time!    

Shangguan Xiong's heart was filled with a sinister feeling. "I wonder where this kid's teacher is from. How can he increase his strength so quickly? We must not let him live. Otherwise, he will definitely become a huge threat to the Shangguan family!"    

Thinking of this, Shangguan Xiong shook his hands. The spiritual energy in his body resonated with the spiritual energy outside, making strange sounds. Then, like the sky, a huge blood-red palm condensed in the air!    

The blood red palm was over a thousand feet large, and it was wrapped with white, half-transparent vengeful spirits. The blood beads that the blood red palm continuously dripped onto the ground, corroding and forming small holes!    

"Mooh Chen brat, today, I'll send you to reunite with your family!"    

"Blood Palm covers the sky!"    

Shangguan Xiong roared and waved his hand. A thousand feet long blood hand filled with powerful spiritual energy fiercely covered Mooh Chen below!    

The thousand feet long blood hand had yet to be covered, but the raging spirit energy on it blew the sand and stones below, crushing the trees into small pieces.    

The faces of the Fire Sect's people who were watching from the side changed when they saw the huge bloody hand in the air. They were afraid that they would lose two legs if they let go of it. They only hated themselves for having two legs.    

The power of this strike was probably at the peak of the Dragon Becoming Stage!    

Facing this terrifying attack, Mooh Chen was like an ant that had been stepped on by an elephant's leg!    

Mooh Chen's face was indifferent, and there was even a look of disdain on his face.    

As the three hundred meter long blood red hand approached, the ground around Chen Fan let out rumbling sounds, and the raging Spiritual Qi caused the ground below to sink.    

"Hmph, a petty trick!" Mooh Chen, who was facing this powerful attack head-on, saw that the pressure wasn't the same. The raging gale didn't affect him at all. In his eyes, it was like a spring breeze.    

Mooh Chen stood straight and upright. His eyes shone brightly, like a sharp sword waiting to be unsheathed.    

He was under Jiang Ling's strict guidance. In the past, he had fought Jiang Hualong who was at the peak of the battle, but now he was facing Devil Lord, Ying Wuqiu, who was at the Saint Stage.    

Mooh Chen had died countless times in the hands of these peerless experts, and he had been resurrected by his master in God Mountain!    

"That kind of unbearable pain, the fear of death, I have no idea how many times I have experienced it!"    

"Wasn't it for today?"    

Mooh Chen's entire body was overflowing with sword qi. His eyes widened, and his gaze was sharper than the edge of a sword, and colder than snow!    

"Insignificant skill, what is the point!"    

The long sword behind Mooh Chen trembled lightly without wind. The surrounding spirit energy revolved around him, whistling and forming sword Qi. The cold and sharp sword energy drew deep sword marks on the ground.    

Even though he did not have a sword in his hand, it was better than having a sword in his hand!    

"Sword Intent Rushing Night!"    

"Clang!"    

The huge sword light lit up like a lightning snake that shuttled through the dark clouds. Everyone's vision blurred, and they only saw the huge silver sword light shoot up into the sky! It fiercely collided with the thousand feet long bloody hand in the sky!    

"Boom!"    

Mooh Chen's sword energy was like a small knife cutting through butter, easily breaking through the huge bloody hand. Not only that, the powerful sword energy did not stop. The silver sword energy rushed into the sky, and finally crashed into the sky of the ancient crack.    

It left behind a black, twisted black hole.    

Hiss.    

Everyone present sucked in a breath of cold air. This was Emperor Sovereign of God Sect's senior disciple. His strength was indeed outstanding!    

The people of Fire Sect stared at Mooh Chen with their mouths agape. Their eyes were filled with disbelief.    

The God Sect was indeed extraordinary!    

"Clang!"    

Mooh Chen's back trembled slightly as he brought the people around him back.    

He stared at Shangguan Xiong, who was sweating, and said unhurriedly, "Your ultimate skill is just like this."    

Shangguan Xiong's body was covered in sweat, and his face was full of fear and shock. "I don't believe it, I don't believe it! You are only an early Dragon Becoming Stage, how can you withstand my attack that is comparable to a peak Dragon Realm?!"    

Hearing this, Mooh Chen's face was filled with pride. "This is only because my master taught me well."    

"Master also taught me a sword strike. Today, I'll let you open your eyes!"    

Mooh Chen took the sword from his back and held it in his hand. His body was as straight as a sword. His expression was solemn and respectful.    

Mooh Chen chanted softly.    

"Ten years to sharpen a sword."    

As he chanted, the surrounding spiritual energy crazily gathered around the sword, forming a giant whirlpool. The people of Fire Sect desperately hugged the tree trunk to prevent themselves from being sucked in.    

Mooh Chen took a step closer to Shangguan Xiong.    

"I haven't tried the Frost Blade yet."    

The surrounding spiritual energy became as cold as ice under Mooh Chen's chanting. It quickly formed translucent blades. The raging sword energy was even more terrifying than Shangguan Xiong's Bloody Hand that covered the sky.    

Step.    

Mooh Chen took another step forward. Following his footsteps, the sword intent on his body overflowed, becoming two layers stronger than before.    

The treasured sword had yet to be unsheathed, but he was even sharper than the sword!    

"Today is the day of the Monarch's Test."    

Tap.    

Mooh Chen took another step closer to Shangguan Xiong. As he stepped forward, a huge crack appeared on the ground.    

This was formed by the sword intent. The sharp end of the crack pointed straight at Shangguan Xiong.    

Mooh Chen slowly recited the last sentence.    

"Who has injustice!"    

Mooh Chen took the last step forward. He stood straight and held the sword in his hand. The blade of the sword with a scabbard was inserted into the sword, but the sword energy around him was strong.    

"I've been sharpening my sword for ten years, but I haven't tried the Frost Blade yet."    

"Today, let's test who has an injustice!"    

As the poem was recited and the footwork approached, the sword intent on Mooh Chen's body soared to the sky. The treasured sword had yet to be unsheathed, but there was a cold glint in his eyes.    

Upon closer inspection, wasn't it just sharp swords?    

Mooh Chen's sword intent soared to the sky and stirred a hole in the sky.    

The people of Fire Sect felt their skin turn cold, as if they were in the middle of a cold winter. They looked at Mooh Chen who was in the scene and a thought emerged in their minds.    

He was the sword.    

But he is sharper than a sword!    

Mooh Chen said the last sentence, but he did not pull out the sword. Instead, he put his finger on the sheath and flicked it lightly.    

"Clang!"    

It was this light flick.    

Weng!    

The sword qi that had been accumulated for a long time gushed out, and it whistled as it pounced forward! The sharp sword qi was like a cold winter wind that passed by, and it rumbled as it tore through the air. The surging spirit qi revealed an all-conquering might!    

Bang!    

Opposite him, Shangguan Xiong's eyes were as wide as the eyes of a cow. There was astonishment on his face, as if he had frozen.    

Three breaths later.    

"Boom!"    

The three hundred meter tall mountain behind Shangguan Xiong turned into powder and scattered in all directions. Just like that, the small mountain disappeared!    

Rustle, rustle.    

Facing Mooh Chen's light flick, Shangguan Xiong was like a porcelain doll that fell to the ground. He threw his head back and fell to the ground, splitting into small particles that merged with the dust.