Above the rich and powerful families, there were many rules on the surface.
Some rules were written on the Governing Stone Tablet, some were written in the Saint Hall, and some were the rules of the rich and powerful families, sect rules …
There were also rules between these silkpants.
Just like what that upper True God said to Uncle Gong, "Don't look at how you are protecting the Han Clan's young miss. If you provoke these silkpants in order to protect her, you will also be consigned to eternal damnation. If these silkpants start tearing each other apart, you better watch from the side and not interfere!"
All the servants were not allowed to participate in the struggle between the rich and powerful families' core disciples …
Han Chuyue had previously planned to challenge 'Luo Tianxing' and meet this genius that Han Biluo spoke of.
However, she was now unable to restrain her anger as she charged towards the nearest proof of divinity martial artist.
Just now, she had clearly heard that this fellow's mouth was filthy and his eyes were filled with lustful light. Against this kind of person, Han Chuyue would never be lenient. She was the second ranked expert among the proof of divinity martial artists!
"Si …"
The two red lights in her hands transformed into two red sleeves that interweaved into a magnificent and gorgeous blood red pattern that enveloped that proof of divinity martial artist!
This blood red pattern emitted a killing intent that covered the sky, causing the entire hall to feel as if it was in an abyss of demonic domain. No matter where one stood, one would be affected by the surging killing intent.
Those upper True Gods and middle True Gods were still fine.
A portion of the lower True Gods faintly felt their heartbeat speed up, as if the blood in their body was about to jump out. Their entire being became hot-blooded and yearned for slaughter!
The proof of divinity martial artist that was enveloped by the blood red pattern was a core disciple of the Zhou Clan called Zhou Feihong.
The Zhou Clan's floating island's ranking in the sea of time was not high, only ranked 36, which was considered average. However, the Zhou Clan still had a Saint overseeing it. Although the Zhou Clan did not produce any shocking geniuses these past few years, the Zhou Clan was good at dealing with their relationships with other clans. These past few years, they had always maintained their position, and the floating island's ranking had not changed much.
How could Zhou Feihong have thought that the Han Clan's Saint Emperor's daughter would be so unyielding, wanting to kill over a single word.
The silkpants of the floating island were each more overbearing than the other, but this was the first time he had encountered such a savage and overbearing person, so he was stunned.
Even if Zhou Feihong was not stupid, he was far from being Han Chuyue's opponent.
Currently, Han Chuyue was ranked second amongst the Proving Divinity experts, while he, Zhou Feihong, was ranked around eighty. The two of them had fought twice in the Colosseum of Gods, and both times, he had lost to Han Chuyue in an extremely short period of time.
There was no real death in the Arena of the Gods, and Zhou Feihong was still able to withstand it. Now that he saw the blood-red pattern slashing down with murderous intent, he was so scared that his face turned ashen, and he kept shouting, "Help!"
Luo Zheng stood on the other side, watching this scene indifferently.
He had already made his decision. Since he didn't plan to show himself, he didn't plan to make a move either.
No matter how this group of rich silkpants planned to make a scene, or how they planned to stop, it had nothing to do with him, Luo Zheng. He couldn't even be bothered to watch the show …
If his father was still alive and the Luo Clan had not been destroyed, Luo Zheng would have slowly grown up among the rich, and perhaps become one of these rich silkpants. But in this world, there were no "ifs". In the end, he was not one of these people. From the moment he was born, he was destined to carry a much heavier burden than these silkpants.
If Zhou Feihong died, it would bring a lot of trouble to the Han Clan!
Although the Zhou Clan's ranking was not worth mentioning, the Zhou Clan had many connections among the rich, and it would bring a disadvantage to the Han Clan. But why would Han Chuyue think so much? Ever since she had soared to the heavens in the Colosseum of Gods, she had never been bullied by anyone of the same generation!
But before Han Chuyue's blood-red pattern could cover it, another figure quietly arrived. This person was a little short, but he was very agile. In his hand was a silver flute. With a light flick of the flute, a silver light shot towards the blood-red pattern.
Although the blood-red pattern contained great killing intent and power, the silver light was very special. When the blood-red pattern was enveloped by the silver light, the silver light was like flowing mercury, and immediately plated a layer on the surface of the blood-red pattern.
The originally scarlet blood pattern had already turned into a bright silver pattern, and it had also escaped Han Chuyue's control. Zhou Feihong also let out a big sigh of relief, rejoicing that he had managed to keep his life.
"Han Clan's little princess, I haven't seen you for a few days, and your strength has already reached such a level. I'm afraid you can already challenge ordinary true gods?" The person holding the silver flute smiled faintly. This person was from the rich and powerful Liu Clan. His name was Liu Cheng Tian, and he had already stepped into the true god realm. This time, he had made a move against Han Chuyue.
This Liu Clan was ranked last in the floating island, and they had always had a strong sense of danger.
Only when one rose to the top of the sea of time would they have the qualifications to be called a first-tier rich and powerful clan. The Liu Clan had not been in it for long, and their foundation was not stable.
If the Liu Clan continued to fall, then the floating island of the Liu Clan would fall into the sea of time, and the other second-tier clans would fight for this position. So in the divine domain, there were countless second-tier clans eyeing the Liu Clan's floating island, hoping that the Liu Clan would be eliminated, and the vacant position would naturally be up for them to fight for.
Although the Liu Clan was ranked last in the floating island, the strength of this lower true god holding the silver flute was not weak. In the Arena of Gods, he could also enter the top 50. He was in the top 50 of the lower true gods, and Han Chuyue was the second in the Proof of Divinity realm.
Han Chuyue's cultivation was unable to make up for the difference, so she was naturally not Liu Cheng Tian's opponent.
Liu Cheng Tian relied on his cultivation to seal Han Chuyue's hand. Many people would choose to stop while they were ahead, but this Liu Cheng Tian was in the mood today. He lightly waved the flute, and shamelessly laughed, "I have long heard that the Han Clan's little princess is also a celestial being. Today, Liu Cheng Tian wants to exchange pointers!"
As his voice fell, he lightly shook the silver flute in his hand, and a crisp flute sound whistled out from the silver flute. This flute sound contained a soul technique, and could numb the soul for a moment!
Han Chuyue was caught off guard, and felt her scalp tighten. Her divine sense was also in a daze.
By the time she reacted, Liu Cheng Tian's hand had already quietly pressed down on one of Han Chuyue's shoulders. Liu Cheng Tian lightly recited, "The phoenix flute's crisp sound on a moonlit night …" Before he finished reciting this poem, Han Chuyue had already reacted. Clouds of blood mist escaped from her body, and her slightly childish face was now filled with extreme anger!
At the same time, Han Liusu could not watch any longer. She did not want to see her sister kill people here, and even more did not want Han Chuyue to be taken advantage of by this group of silkpants. But just as she was about to step forward to help, her "fiancé" Leng Lin Yue blocked in front of Han Liusu.
Leng Lin Yue gently said, "Chuyue's temper is a bit fiery. Exchanging pointers is not a bad thing. Liu Cheng Tian knows his limits."
"Exchanging pointers?" Hearing this, the corner of Han Liusu's eyes twitched. This group of silkpants was not only strong, but their mouths were also quite strong. She coldly said, "Move aside!"
"It is not good to use such a tone with me." Leng Lin Yue shook his head and laughed, "But I like it very much!"
Leng Lin Yue was not afraid of Han Liusu attacking. He was an existence that could be called a king amongst middle true gods. Han Liusu had just stepped into the divine way not long ago. How could she be his opponent? With Leng Lin Yue blocking here, Han Liusu could not pass.
In the hall, Uncle Gong was sweating profusely. He was in charge of Han Liusu and Han Chuyue's safety. Facing this situation, he could not do anything. What should he do? If anything were to happen to the two Han Jia sisters, he could imagine what would happen to him …
"Humph, bullying my sister!"
Han Bi Luo saw that Liu Cheng Tian was relying on that silver flute to tease Han Chuyue. The little girl's face sank, and she also joined in the fray.
However, Han Bi Luo's strength was a bit weaker than Han Chuyue's. Liu Cheng Tian had to deal with the two little girls here very easily. A silver flute danced chaotically, completely trapping Han Chuyue and Han Bi Luo within. Liu Cheng Tian's hands and feet were not clean. Relying on his speed, he had an absolute advantage. From time to time, he would reach out and touch Han Chuyue's little face. This action ignited Han Chuyue's anger!
When the other silkpants saw this scene, they all laughed and laughed. Not only did they not go back to stop it, they even added oil to the fire …
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