C202 Umbra

On the moonless night of killing, an intense fight was taking place in an inn in South Chang City.

Relying on his third level of mastery and the domineering Four Symbols Art, Han Chen fought in the middle of the nearly twenty assassins.

"The divine ability of Lightning."

Han Chen secretly roared, the surface of his body was immediately covered with a layer of dazzling electric light. There was a "chi chi" sound in the air as a bolt of lightning that was a few meters long headed straight for one of the Hou clan warriors.

The electric light was dazzling, especially in the dark night, and it stung people's eyes. The man's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly mobilized his strength to resist.

Bang! Lightning struck into the man's body from above. His body trembled violently as strands of electricity flowed through his body. Accompanied by a burnt stench, the man fell face first onto the ground and swallowed his last breath with wide open eyes.

In an instant, Han Chen consecutively killed a few people, and the few people who entered the room before were all at the first or second level of mastery. When he saw this situation, Hou Lie was instantly enraged.

"All of you, stop delaying. Use your innate divine abilities and kill this kid together."

All the assassins understood, and their bodies exploded with violent energy fluctuations. Behind them, all sorts of different divine abilities and powers appeared at the same time.

Being surrounded in the middle, Han Chen looked like a trapped beast, but his resolute face did not have the slightest trace of fear. Even in the face of such an opponent, his pride was still soaring.

"Innate divine ability, vine."

"Innate divine ability, Fierce Tiger."

"Innate divine ability. A sharp sword."

A cold light flashed across Han Chen's eyes as he narrowed and muttered in a low voice, "Let me test the power of the Book of Life."

Han Chen instantly activated the Longevity Scripture, and his body abruptly exploded with a surge of Righteous Energy that surged like a surging tide. In just an instant, Han Chen's aura had become several times stronger.

"One thought becomes longevity!"

Golden beams of light shot out from his body and swept in all directions like meteors across the sky. The surrounding airflow became abnormally chaotic, causing sand and rocks to fly everywhere, and even tiles on the rooftops to fly about wantonly.

The golden beam of light collided with the martial artists' innate divine abilities, creating a series of explosions in the air. The chaotic energy ripples spread out in all directions.

The innate abilities of more than a dozen people were blocked by Han Chen just like that. Not far away, the Hou father and son were dumbstruck, their faces filled with disbelief.

In that previous move, even a person with a fourth level mastery would probably have been killed on the spot. Han Chen, indeed, had used his own strength to intimidate the whole world. Even Han Chen was secretly surprised. As expected of the strongest technique in the Mystical Peak, its power was not the least bit weaker than the Nine Revolving God Slaughtering Technique.

"Han Chen." Yu Fei, who had heard the news and came over, was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Han Chen frowned, and immediately shouted: "Don't worry about me, go watch Wu Jun."

Hou Lie squinted his eyes, and pointed at Yu Fei, "First catch that woman for me."

With that, Hou Lie rushed towards Han Chen with a burst of unyielding power. His intention was simple, to first control Yu Fei and then use her to threaten Han Chen. After watching the battle for a long time, Hou Lie understood that Han Chen was not at the third level of mastery.

The few warriors immediately reacted, turning and charging towards Yu Fei with their weapons raised up.

"Damn it." Han Chen fiercely cursed out, and slashed out at Hou Lie from the back, then leaped into the air with his voice, "Berserker Thunder of the Four Symbols Art."

Bang! Bang! Bang! A powerful aura, accompanied by a thunderclap that shook the heavens and the earth, exploded in everyone's ears. Everyone present was shocked. As for the few warriors who were charging towards Yu Fei, their bodies trembled as they stumbled a few steps forward. One by one, they fell to the ground.

Blood was flowing out of their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths. They lay on the ground, twitching. It was as if they could only breathe out but not breathe out.

Han Chen's Berserk Thunder could be said to be the strongest amongst the Four Symbols Art. It not only had a strong impact on the human body, it was also extremely destructive towards the sea of consciousness. A few ordinary martial artists were simply unable to resist and could only die.

Once the Mad Thunder came out, only a few people were able to come back to their senses. Naturally, Han Chen would not miss this perfect opportunity. Two golden light wings sprouted from his back, and his figure changed direction in the air. He immediately rushed towards the other row of Hou Clan warriors.

Seeing the pair of wings on Han Chen's back, Hou Lie's face turned pale with fright. He immediately shouted at his subordinates, "Hurry and retreat."

Everyone was shocked and immediately retreated. However, how could their speed be comparable to Han Chen's? Hiss, hiss, hiss! Accompanied by the sound of a sharp weapon slicing through flesh, seven to eight round heads were instantly thrown out. Tat tat tat tat, it fell to the ground like a broken watermelon.

The air was filled with the thick smell of blood, and the entire venue immediately quieted down. Han Chen was floating in the air, the wings on his back made him look like a war god.

Not far away, Yu Fei was so shocked that he was at a loss for what to do. His fair hands were tightly covering his red lips, and his face was filled with complex emotions.

Hou Shui had been scared to the point that his face had turned ashen. His intuition told him that his back was cold and his heart was chilled.

In the blink of an eye, only five or six of the twenty-odd people had died. Hou Lie was so angry that his flesh ached. He had spent many years to cultivate such an expert, yet Han Chen had killed him so cleanly. How could he not be angry?

"Brat, today, I will make you die without a burial ground." Houlei's eyes were bloodshot, his jaws making gurgling noises.

Han Chen gripped his sword tightly, looking down at his opponent condescendingly, and laughed coldly, "If you still have any sense left, then scram!"

His casual tone was filled with a domineering aura. If people don't offend me, I won't offend them. The anger of touching it, I will slaughter it.

"Brat, do you really think you're invincible?" Hou Lie cursed. With a flip of his palm, a scroll appeared out of thin air. Han Chen's expression changed slightly. From the scroll, he could clearly feel a trace of obscure energy fluctuations and a trace of dangerous aura.

"Brat, you brought this upon yourself." With a wave of his wrist, the scroll flew into the air. As he moved, the scroll quickly expanded and golden rays of light floated out like a small sun rising into the night sky.

On the picture, there was a picture of a black dragon. The drawing of the dragon was vivid and vivid. The pair of dark golden eyes were staring at someone with a dangerous aura.

"Shadow Dragon Soaring Dragon." Hou Lie said solemnly.

Buzz! Buzz! A burst of golden brilliance burst out from the scroll, and Han Chen instantly felt a huge, formless pressure press on his entire body. This pressure did not only come from his body, but also from the spiritual force in his sea of consciousness.

Han Chen was secretly shocked, this was actually a treasure that could cause dual injuries in the Spirit Force. He didn't dare to have any carelessness in his heart, and his expression showed some seriousness.

Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo@@ In the next moment, the roar of a flood dragon reverberated in the air. Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the black flood dragon in the picture suddenly came to life. "Whiz!" With a sonic boom, it scurried out, turned into a five to six meter long black dragon, and pounced towards Han Chen.

The surrounding airflow became extremely chaotic, and even the people below could feel the enormous pressure. Yu Fei's beautiful face turned white, his heart hanging in his throat.

Han Chen frowned, he then threw out a golden light. The golden light rapidly grew larger. It turned out to be a ring of light. This halo was a treasure. what Deng Ling had used on the seventh floor of the Four Elephants Spirit Martial Tower. Afterwards, Han Chen killed Deng Ling, Huayun City and the others. He also put the treasure away in his bag.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The halo heavily collided with the black dragon. The berserk force spread out, but what Han Chen did not expect was that after a few seconds, the light halo was immediately pushed back. The Black Flood Dragon's attack didn't slow down in the slightest. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it ferociously attacked.

Han Chen was truly shocked, the serious expression on his face became even more intense. It wasn't that his own treasures were too weak, it was that his opponent's treasures were too powerful. The halo was easily repelled. Was that picture a saint artifact?

Without giving Han Chen time to think, the Black Flood Dragon rushed forward in an instant. Hou Lie had already revealed a vicious smile, and behind him, Hou Shui was also sneering.

"Brat, let's see how you're going to die now!"

"Han Chen." Yu Fei turned pale with fright, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

A dense dangerous aura enveloped his entire body, and at the same time Han Chen's flesh was receiving the blow, his mind was also in chaos. His pitch-black eyes flashed with determination. With a flip of his palm, a jade pendant that emitted a red glow appeared in his hand.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! As the Black Flood Dragon descended, the surface of Han Chen's body suddenly erupted with a monstrous blaze. The scorching heat spread out like a wave.

Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo The Black Jiao swayed its body, as if it wanted to devour everything. In his eyes, no matter how capable Han Chen was, he would never be able to beat the "Shadow Dragon-Soaring Dragon".

Even Yu Fei had fallen into despair, his eyes seemed lifeless, as if he was in a daze.

At this moment, a resonant phoenix cry resounded through the nine heavens. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! With a loud sound, the heat wave struck and fireballs flew in all directions. From within the flames, a phoenix pierced through the skies.

He was dominating the world, and his momentum was soaring to the heavens. The smile on Hou Lie's face immediately froze. He could clearly feel that the Black Jiao was struggling.

The flame phoenix flew over, submerging the Black Jiao in the astonished gazes of countless people present. The image hovering in mid-air suddenly lost its luster. With a flash of golden light, the image of the Black Flood Dragon once again appeared within the painting.

Another boom! The flame phoenix exploded in the air with a 'bang'. Flames shot towards the few Hou clan practitioners like meteorites.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" After several screams of pain, the martial artists suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only a pile of ash on the ground.