Negative Energy Transfer: System Domination

Chapter 892

Everyone was talking at once, expressing their doubts about Han Changkong's position as commander. The atmosphere in the hall instantly became tense and solemn. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Liu Ruoli, waiting for her response.

Han Changkong had anticipated this situation and sneered in his heart:

Humph, you want to compete with me? Would I be afraid?

He stood aside calmly, not in a hurry to speak.

Liu Ruoli above nodded slightly and said calmly:

"Everyone, please be patient. Once the other cultivators from the Liu family arrive, they will give you a chance to compete."

She had her own considerations in mind. These people were about to step into an extremely dangerous ancient battlefield. If they did not choose a leader who could convince everyone, and they had no backbone after entering and fought on their own, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Besides, Che Jun had already told Liu Ruoli in detail about Han Changkong's true strength.

A cultivator at the early stage of the God King realm can kill a cultivator at the peak of the God King realm. Now that Han Changkong has reached the peak of the God King realm, one can imagine how powerful his combat capability is. Facing these people, wouldn't it be like a tiger among a flock of sheep, which can be easily crushed?

Just as everyone was discussing and the atmosphere was deadlocked, a strong spiritual power fluctuation suddenly came from outside the hall. Immediately afterwards, a figure rushed into the hall like a gust of wind. It was Che Jun.

Behind him, thirty God Kings with powerful auras filed in one after another. With their arrival, the space in the hall seemed to be squeezed by an invisible force, and spiritual energy overflowed.

Che Jun bowed to Liu Ruoli and said:

"Miss, the thirty Divine Kings of the Liu family have been ordered to come."

Liu Ruoli nodded slightly, glanced at everyone, and said loudly:

"Everyone, now that everyone is here, I'm sure you still have some concerns about Elder Han taking the lead in this ancient battlefield operation. Now, I'll give you an opportunity to compete with Elder Han to determine who is superior."

The Divine King Peak cultivator who had previously questioned Han Changkong couldn't wait to stand up, staring at Han Changkong with burning eyes, and said:

"Han Changkong, I want to see what you are capable of to take on this important task!"

After he finished speaking, divine power surged throughout his body, and the surging power rushed towards Han Changkong like a tide.

Han Changkong looked calm, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He did not dodge or evade, allowing the divine power to hit him.

At the moment when the divine power was about to touch his body, he raised his hand and waved it lightly. An invisible force tore through the opponent's divine power tide like a sharp blade and dissolved it into nothingness.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this.

The expression of the peak Divine King cultivator changed slightly, and he thought to himself:

Han Changkong actually resolved his temptation so easily, it seems that he really has some skills.

But he was unwilling to give in. With a low shout, he quickly formed seals with his hands, and a bright light shone around him. A long sword condensed from divine power instantly appeared in his hand. Holding the long sword, he attacked Han Changkong like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

A hint of disdain flashed in Han Changkong's eyes, and his figure flashed and disappeared like a ghost.

When he appeared again, he was already behind the monk. He snapped his fingers, and a divine power turned into a stream of light, accurately hitting the back of the monk's shoulder.

The monk only felt a strong force coming, and the sword in his hand almost slipped out of his hand. He staggered forward a few steps and almost fell down.

"With just this little ability, you dare to question me?" Han Changkong said coldly.

At this time, there were four cultivators standing in a row behind Che Jun. From the aura emanating from them, it could be judged that each of them was at an extraordinary realm.

One of the young men, tall and stern, walked out steadily. He clasped his hands together, bowed to Han Changkong, and said in a firm and confident tone:

"My name is Lei Wen. I have long heard of Elder Han's reputation and have come here today to seek his advice and learn his methods."

When Han Changkong heard this, a hint of subtle surprise flashed in his eyes.