Chapter 352: Both Divine Generals are Defeated, All Become Jiang Chen

Ao Hongchen shows no courtesy, gives Wang Lin no face at all.

His murderous aura surges, like war smoke soaring straight into the clouds.

Heaven and earth turn pitch black, daylight instantly becomes night.

After Jiang Chen's warning, Ao Hongchen's murderous aura becomes purer, stronger than his previous combat power.

At this moment, even Wang Lin is so startled he dares not speak.

He knows he is no match for Ao Hongchen, but never expected Ao Hongchen to appear here.

He's literally a lunatic, crazier than Hong Jishi.

Although Hong Jishi is called the God of Killing, to people within the Empire he is still very friendly.

Ao Hongchen, however, makes no distinction when it comes to killing.

Ao Hongchen points his Blade at Wang Lin and says, "Aren't you here to learn? From now on, let's find a place to settle life and death!"

His words are full of murderous intent.

Wang Lin knows he cannot contend with Ao Hongchen, yet the opponent's sheer force makes him too afraid to reply.

Lu Tianhong tries to calm the situation, smiling kindly, "Ao God, let's speak calmly; we're only worried about the trainees."

Ao Hongchen sneers, "Worry about what? Stop the idle talk. To tell you the truth, you can't get in; if you want to fight, fight—kill me, then you may enter."

Both sides fall into a stalemate.

In such a situation, a normal contest is impossible.

Li Xueru's voice slowly sounds, "Dean Lu, if you do not trust me, starting next year Shenlong Tower will leave Shenlong University."

Lu Tianhong's complexion changes drastically; he finally realizes who truly owns Shenlong Tower.

On the surface Shenlong Tower belongs to Shenlong University, but in reality it is merely a partnership.

If Li Xueru gets displeased, he can leave Shenlong University at any time.

It is believed any university would line the road to welcome Shenlong Tower's arrival.

If one talks about stopping…

He doesn't have that much nerve.

Now it seems Li Xueru, Hong Jishi, and Ao Hongchen, the three Human Race's top Divine-level Strongmen, are of one mind.

With such a combination, who dares to provoke?

Moreover, he knows there are several other beings of the same level, who are close friends, even life‑and‑death comrades with them.

If they truly clash, Shenlong University would likely be half destroyed.

Lu Tianhong, in an instant thinking a lot, smiles, "It's my recklessness, Hong Shen, don't blame me."

He says this while retreating.

Li Xueru says little else; at this moment a speck of light shines atop Shenlong Tower.

The whole tower hums, and a massive, grand formation diagram appears in the sky.

"Li Mou has spoken first; among the military, your faction's Divine Generals may not step a single step into Shenlong Tower's range."

"Divine General Wang Lin, today you violated first; considering it's your first offense, this is a single strike, a minor punishment and warning!"

Li Xueru's voice lacks Ao Hongchen's murderous aura, yet it makes Wang Lin's complexion change drastically.

Only now does he recall how terrifying Li Xueru was in his memory.

He remembers how Li Xueru firmly grasped Shenlong Tower in his hand.

At this moment there's no room for thought; survival is paramount!

He erupts with blazing divine flames, purple fire soaring skyward.

All his body's power boils up; if it doesn't boil, it's fatal.

A Shield appears in his hand; as a Divine-level Knight, once opened, it can block the Demon King's assault.

But now…

He never considered fleeing; his aura is locked, escape is impossible.

The moment the formation completes, a bolt of thunder falls from the sky.

Wang Lin's whole body shines brilliantly.

Skill: Limit Defense!

How strong a Knight's Limit Defense is—at lower levels it's already a life‑saving technique.

Now at Divine Level, the skill reaches ultimate refinement; in Limit Defense state, it is virtually invincible.

Yet even so, Wang Lin still feels threatened by death.

The thunder lightly drifts onto him, instantly bursting into dazzling light.

The entire Shenlong City is illuminated brightly, as if several suns appear in the sky.

Amidst screams, Wang Lin bursts out of the thunder, carrying Black Smoke as he flies away into the distance, vanishing.

Even with Limit Defense active, he still suffers severe injury from Li Xueru's single strike.

Lu Tianhong wipes cold sweat from his forehead; Li Xueru's power far exceeds his expectations, beyond comprehension.

In his memory, Li Xueru's last move was decades ago.

At that time he shocked the whole world.

It was then that he formed a grudge with certain high‑ranking military figures.

Li Xueru and Hong Jishi are both Divine Generals, wielding considerable influence and power within the military.

But they are quite at odds with the other faction's people.

Wherever Shenlong Tower goes, the military's Divine Generals of that faction must retreat three houses.

This matter is known at their level.

Today, Wang Lin violated the rules and was punished.

As things stood now, no matter what Li Xueru and the other two intended to do, he could only watch, and couldn't even question it.

Watching Wang Lin slink away in disgrace, Ao Hongchen grinned. "What a waste of space. Useless before, even more useless now."

Hong Jishi chuckled. "A waste is always a waste."

At that moment, Ao Hongchen looked at Lu Tianhong. "Do you have anything else?"

Lu Tianhong quickly replied, "No, nothing at all. You two go ahead with your business; I'll just wait outside."

With that, Lu Tianhong flew away from Shenlong Tower.

Hong Jishi and Ao Hongchen also re-entered Shenlong Tower.

Now, no matter what they did inside the Tower, Lu Tianhong wouldn't dare say a word—he couldn't afford to offend them.

As Lu Tianhong pondered this, his peripheral vision happened to catch Lu Qingyu not far away.

He changed direction and flew over to Lu Qingyu.

Lu Qingyu hadn't expected Lu Tianhong to come over, so she took the initiative to call out, "Great-grandfather."

Lu Tianhong got straight to the point. "Xiaoyu, you've also joined Shenlong University? Why didn't your father tell me?"

The implication seemed to blame Lu Weichuan somewhat.

Before Lu Qingyu could speak, Lu Tianhong sighed. "Weichuan is still holding a grudge against us. His temper is really something—after all these years, he still remembers it."

Lu Qingyu didn't pick up on that thread; she wasn't clear about the matters of the previous generation.

Lu Weichuan had never mentioned it to her either.

Lu Tianhong said, "Since you're at Shenlong University, that's good. Your great-grandfather is here, so from now on, no one will dare bully you at the university."

Lu Qingyu smiled. "Great-grandfather, rest assured. No one bullies me at the university."

At this point, Lu Tianhong looked at Feng Xiu beside him. "You're from the Feng Family, aren't you?"

Feng Xiu knew he couldn't hide it. "Feng Xiu greets you, sir."

Lu Tianhong waved his hand. "No need to be so formal. When you have time, go home and give my regards to Feng Ping. Tell him to come find me for tea and a chat sometime."

Feng Xiu nodded. "This junior will remember that."

Next, he looked at Han Li. He felt that Han Li's aura seemed somewhat unusual.

His gaze sharpened, a glint of light flashing through his eyes, and suddenly he showed surprise. "Your surname is Han? Your profession is Stealth Assassin?"

Han Li was a bit puzzled. "How do you know that?"

Lu Tianhong suddenly burst into laughter. "I never expected that the Han Family still had descendants alive."

"Good, good, good. This is truly wonderful."

"Once this matter is settled, I'll take you to a place."

Han Li agreed in a daze; she couldn't refuse the words of a Divine-level Strongman.

The Han Family?

She had been an orphan since childhood, raised in an orphanage—what Han Family was there?

The first round of the Trial had already begun.

This time, everyone's level started from Level 40.

Everyone could use Skills after the Second Transcendence.

Mages had large-area spells.

Knights had stronger defensive Skills.

Warriors had greater offensive and killing power.

Assassins became more elusive, making their attacks hard to defend against.

Jiang Chen began another round of learning and adapting.

With his previous experience, Jiang Chen adapted extremely quickly.

He rapidly mastered each Skill.

No matter how the class Skills changed, the class characteristics remained the same; there were no major changes.

It was just that after the Second Transcendence, these characteristics were further amplified, making them stronger.

Jiang Chen learned faster and faster, better and better.

His technique was nearly perfect, and his combat awareness was also nearly perfect.

Gradually, he noticed that he had changed.

He seemed to have stepped into another realm, shifting from perfecting himself to beginning to exploit his opponents' weaknesses and shortcomings.

This was another level—not only making oneself perfect, but also understanding the opponent thoroughly.

He could quickly find the weak points from the opponent's actions.

Now, he could even judge the direction of a Skill the moment a Mage launched an attack, making a preemptive prediction.

He could avoid a Knight's charge at the last moment while simultaneously launching a counter-charge.

The Trial after Level 40 only made Jiang Chen more perfect.

The 500 people inside Shenlong Tower all became Jiang Chen's whetstones.

They made this sharp blade of his increasingly keen.