Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

In the sky, the azure serpent danced wildly, a fierce killing intent sweeping in instantly.

Lin Chen took a deep breath, Spiritual Energy frantically gathered in his palm around the ancient Tianyuan Sword.

"Buzz buzz!"

As Spiritual Energy accumulated, the Tianyuan Sword in Lin Chen's hand unexpectedly erupted with the sound of sword cries.

Faintly, a tumultuous Sword Qi emanated from the sword's body.

Lin Chen shouted angrily, the Tianyuan Sword in his hand swung fiercely, the Sword Qi condensed again, forming a massive whirlwind.

"Windswept Clouds!"

The sword shadow roared, noticeably stronger than the previous whirlwind.

An azure pillar of light shot straight to the sky. Lin Chen's gaze was cold, and the Qi in his body surged out instantly, the Tianyuan Sword in his hand slashed through the air.

Sword light was fierce; the enormous azure whirlwind collided with the azure giant serpent in the sky with a loud boom.

In an instant, the entire valley fell silent, followed by immense tremors that seemed to threaten its collapse.

A streak of light flashed across the sky, followed by a fierce energy storm that exploded.

Boom!

The vast energy surged like turbulent tides, engulfing the valley.

Trees snapped, rocks shattered, and in a brief moment, the entire valley seemed devastated, leaving only sparse stones, empty and desolate.

The shockwave dispersed, and a figure flew out backward, falling heavily to the ground, creating a deep pit.

As the dust cleared, the person in the pit slowly got up; it was Lin Chen.

At this moment, Lin Chen's face was pale, blood stained the corner of his mouth, yet his eyes were fervent.

Only by experiencing it could one understand the formidable strength within the Qi Huang Internal Classic.

Thinking about gaining such power in the future, Lin Chen was naturally excited.

Tat, tat, tat!

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a figure slowly emerged from the smoke.

Wu Ming's clothing was nearly shattered and he appeared somewhat battered, but he was in far better shape than Lin Chen.

"Kid, I didn't expect you to survive being hit by my Qi Huang spear technique!"

Wu Ming's face was sinister, Lin Chen was the first to survive his move.

Lin Chen's strength shocked Wu Ming, yet it only fortified his resolve to kill Lin Chen even more.

His prowess was so formidable, having become mortal enemies, if Lin Chen grew strong in the future, he would undoubtedly be a dangerous threat to Wu Ming.

Murderous intent surged in his eyes, Wu Ming snorted coldly, "Kid, consider yourself lucky, but let's see how you handle this strike."

Wu Ming saw that Lin Chen was at the end of his rope after taking the last move; this was the best time to kill Lin Chen.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Ming shook the spear in his hand, thrusting it at Lin Chen once more.

Wherever the spear shadow passed, the ground was deeply scarred, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart.

Boom!

The sky was filled with spear shadows enveloping Lin Chen, who tried to raise his hand but felt a sharp pain throughout his whole body, unable to lift it at all.

Seeing Lin Chen's condition, Wu Ming's lips twisted into a sinister smile, his face contorted with malice.

"Kid, go to hell!"

The spear turned into a flash, drawing a trail of azure, heading straight for Lin Chen's throat.

The golden spearhead expanded in Lin Chen's pupils, drawing closer and closer.

Just when Lin Chen was about to fall on the spot, a flash of golden light erupted, and a golden-armored bronze man appeared before him, delivering a punch.

Bang!

The punch struck heavily on the spearhead, forcing Wu Ming back.

Step, step, step!

Wu Ming stumbled back four or five steps before he regained his stance.

Seeing the golden-armored bronze man suddenly appear before Lin Chen, Wu Ming's face changed drastically.

How could the corpse puppet from the ancient tomb appear here?

Just as he was puzzled, the corpse puppet charged at him again.

Boom!

Another iron fist struck fiercely at Wu Ming.

Wu Ming's face changed suddenly, and his body flew backward.

However, much to Wu Ming's frustration, this corpse puppet seemed insane, relentlessly shadowing him, swinging its iron fists, not giving him a moment's respite.

Although the corpse puppet's moves were simple, it was indeed tough-skinned with lethal attacks at every strike.

Even though Wu Ming struck the corpse puppet several times, the creature felt no pain; instead, its assault became fiercer.

Under the corpse puppet's relentless assault, injuries began to appear on Wu Ming, and the battle became increasingly strenuous.

In contrast, with Lin Chen continuously supplying original stones, the corpse puppet's moves became more and more fierce.

Boom!

Wu Ming's spear once again struck the corpse puppet, piercing its iron armor directly.

However, he forgot that the opponent was not human but a corpse puppet; it advanced along the spear, closing in on Wu Ming, and threw a powerful punch at him.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the enlarging iron fist, Wu Ming gritted his teeth and raised his arm to block.

Boom!

Like landslides and ground cracks, the iron fist struck heavily on Wu Ming's arm, sending Wu Ming flying back!

Wu Ming's body was slammed into the rock wall.

Pfft!

Wu Ming spat a mouthful of blood, his face became as pale as paper.

Yet the corpse puppet yanked out the spear and pounced again.

Wu Ming looked at the unfeeling corpse puppet, a resolute fierceness appeared on his face, and he too punched out.

Boom!

This punch contained powerful Qi Huang force, surprisingly blasting the corpse puppet backward.

Seeing the blasted away corpse puppet, a sinister smile appeared on Wu Ming's face.

However, his smile froze instantly, for the moment the corpse puppet was blown away, a sword shadow flashed before him.

"No!"

Watching the expanding sword shadow, Wu Ming's face turned ashen, he had no chance to evade.

Pfft!

The sword shadow flashed, blood splattered, and Wu Ming's chest was pierced through.

"No, I don't want to die!"

Blood dripped from Wu Ming's mouth, his eyes filled with a longing for life.

However, his life force swiftly ebbed away, and he collapsed onto the ground.

Wu Ming never imagined he would die at the hands of Lin Chen, whom he had always regarded as a mere pawn.

Lin Chen took a deep breath as he looked at Wu Ming's fallen body.

Though Wu Ming was a genius, his ambition was too great; he wanted to create a dream world, yet such a world demanded the blood of countless innocents.

Lin Chen walked up to Wu Ming's body, searched for a moment, and a Qiankun Bag appeared in his hand.

Wu Ming had been famous for many years, having slain countless martial arts experts; just now, he had also looted the ancient tomb. There must be many good items inside.

After placing Wu Ming's body into the Tianyan space, Lin Chen was about to leave when a round of applause sounded from behind.

A figure slowly walked out from the valley.

Seeing the person who appeared, Lin Chen's face changed abruptly.

"Kid, just as I expected from someone I had my eye on, your strength is impressive, but alas, if you cannot be used by me, I'll have to kill you," the man said with a sinister tone, his gaze coldly fixed on Lin Chen.

"Zhao Mubai!"

Seeing the person before him, Lin Chen's heart sank!