Negative Energy Transfer: System Domination

Chapter 682

"The next match will be between Han Changkong of the Liren Sect and Xie Ming of the Chiyan Sect."

Han Changkong was originally standing in the audience, waiting calmly for the arrangement of the competition. When he heard his name being called, a gleam of brilliance instantly flashed in his eyes.

He moved slightly, and a breeze seemed to surge under his feet. The whole person shot straight to the platform like a black lightning.

His posture was agile, and his clothes rustled in the wind. In a flash, he landed steadily in the center of the platform. His posture was upright and majestic, exuding an aura of strength and confidence, which attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.

Han Changkong thought to himself:

Damn it, it’s finally my turn. It’s such a great opportunity. If I don’t take advantage of it to show off and act cool, I’d be really letting myself down!

Moreover, I heard that this opponent is actually a cultivator from the Chiyan Sect. Hey, this is a coincidence. In that case, don’t blame me for starting with an acquaintance to establish my authority.

Unexpectedly, before Han Changkong could start his carefully prepared show-off mode, Xie Ming, who was standing opposite him, spoke first, and his face was full of anger as he shouted loudly:

"Bah, you traitor!"

Han Changkong was stunned for a moment, and was completely confused. He thought to himself:

Why doesn't Xie Ming play by the rules?

His face darkened and he said angrily:

"Do you have the guts to say that again?"

He was burning with anger. How could he tolerate such insults so easily?

However, seeing Han Changkong's anger, Xie Ming's face became more and more proud, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shouted again:

"What? You dare not admit it? I can call you a traitor a traitor a traitor."

Han Changkong quickly came back to his senses, a smile reappeared on his face, but this smile was filled with a hint of coldness, and he slowly said:

"He's really my good son. He's so obedient and does whatever I tell him to do."

Xie Ming was stunned at first, then realized that Han Changkong was deliberately humiliating him. He immediately became so angry that his face flushed red, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Han Changkong, the Chiyan Sect has treated you well, yet you dare to betray the sect? Your actions will surely make the entire God Realm sneer and despise you."

When Han Changkong heard this, he had already sentenced Xie Ming to death in his heart.

He snorted inwardly:

Humph, you are looking for death by provoking me. Don’t blame me for being ruthless.

In fact, he didn't care too much about the fact that he used to be a member of the Chiyan Sect. After all, the Liren Sect already knew about it and didn't make things difficult for him because of it, so what was the harm?

Then, Han Changkong's face turned cold, his eyes revealed a cold murderous intent, and he said coldly:

"Xie Ming, stop talking nonsense to your father here. If you have what it takes, let's fight. Stop just talking big!"

After he finished speaking, the aura around him suddenly changed. The powerful aura of the eighth level of God-man was instantly unleashed without reservation, sweeping towards the surroundings like a surging wave, causing the surrounding air to vibrate.

Seeing Han Changkong's momentum, Xie Ming on the opposite side was not willing to be outdone. He snorted coldly, and the spiritual power in his body circulated rapidly. He also released the aura of his eighth level of divine realm without fear. He instantly entered a combat state and confronted Han Changkong in the air. A fierce confrontation was about to begin.

Han Changkong's divine power surged around him like an endless black wave, swirling madly around him, and the aura it exuded was terrifying.

There was a chill in his eyes, just like the biting cold wind blowing from the abyss of the underworld. The moment he locked onto Xie Ming, his figure was like a ghost, appearing in an instant.

When Xie Ming saw Han Changkong rushing towards him, he hurriedly waved the flaming sword in his hand in an attempt to resist.

"Traitor, die!"

He roared angrily, and his sword seemed sharp, but in fact it was full of flaws in Han Changkong's eyes.