Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao - Chapter 4548

"Another guy that is going to seek his own humiliation."

"There are too many such people, there is no need to pay attention to them."

"Yi!"

Seeing Ling Han leap down, many people thought that he would immediately be sent flying back. However, Ling Han didn't seem to encounter any obstruction at all, and directly landed in the valley.

"F***, another show-off." Someone was indignant.

"No, he doesn't need to show off," the person beside him said slowly.

"Why?"

"Because he is Ling Han!"

When the news spread out, everyone looked pleasantly surprised and expectant.

Wasn't the reason why so many people had come here just to see Ling Han?

This was the publicly acknowledged number one prodigy of the past. Even the Golden Generation could only gape behind him.

However, this kind of young king tier had actually attracted the jealousy of the heavens, and was eternally trapped at the level of Sect Master. How could they not sigh in pity?

A great many people still did not believe that this was real, and wanted to witness it with their own eyes.

Was Ling Han still the Ling Han of the past?

"I never thought that he would really dare to come!"

"Just this courage alone is worthy of his title as the strongest king tier."

Everyone was filled with anticipation. Would they be witnessing the fall of the king tier, or the return of the king tier?

"Ling Han, though you will forever withdraw from the stage of history, I have to say, you do have some courage," an Imperial Son said.

Niu Zhengyang of the Demon Ox Imperial Clan, Silver Generation.

Since when did even the Silver Generation dare to shout in front of him?

Ling Han couldn't help but chuckle. His cultivation level had only been temporarily restricted to the level of Sect Master, and his cultivation level hadn't dropped. So, why did the Silver Generation think that they could act superior in front of him?

To say nothing of the fact that you are only Sect Master-level, even if you had advanced into Venerate Tier, Ling Han was confident that he would be able to defeat a large number of them.

"Scram!" Ling Han said calmly. There was not a sliver of anger in his voice, only indifference.

The Silver Generation didn't even have the right to anger him now. If they found him annoying, he could just crush them to death. There was no need to waste time.

"You!" Niu Zhengyang pointed at Ling Han, veins popping on his face.

He, an Imperial Son, a Silver Generation elite, was actually berated and ignored like a wild dog!

"You are already a cripple, and you still dare to be arrogant?" he shouted loudly, and charged towards Ling Han.

It should be known that ever since Ling Han, Ding Shu, Yang Yihuan, and the others had beaten the Golden Generations to the grouns, the Imperial Clans had begun to rearm their Imperial Sons. The old Saints of their clan did not hesitate to sacrifice themselves, extracting the great dragon of their backbone for their descendants to refine.

Not only did the Golden Generation enjoy such a good thing, but even the Silver Generation enjoyed it.

Thus, he also possessed the backbone of a Saint. He would absorb Saintly Particles every day, strengthening his bones and greatly improving his defenses.

This was only the first step. If it took a little longer, when all the bones in his body were filled with Saintly Material, his blood and flesh would also absorb these particles, and further increase his strength.

This strike was imbued with saintly might, so who could block it?

For Imperial Sons like them, the appearance of Ling Han, Yang Yihuan and the others was actually a good thing, forcing the clan to spare no expense to nurture them.

Thus, he didn't take Ling Han seriously now. Firstly, he was strong, and secondly, Ling Han was crippled, so he naturally looked down on him.

Boom! With a single strike, he completely ignored the massive damage that his attack would cause.

It was fine. Ling Han had already appeared, and the next step would be battle.

Ling Han shook his head, and said, "I told you to scram, yet you didn't. You're truly asking for a beating!"

Carelessly, he sent out a palm strike.

Everyone could clearly see that the attacks that Niu Zhengyang and Ling Han delivered each carried fourteen flashes of Regulations. In terms of Regulations, they were completely equal.

En, now it would depend on whose power was stronger.

"It must be Ling Han."

"That's right. He has cultivated Body Art as well. Furthermore, he is incredibly strong, far surpassing Imperial Son!"

Everyone nodded, thinking that since the Regulations were equal in number, then it must be Ling Han who would win.

Peng!

Their attacks collided, and as expected, Ling Han's attack was like a hot knife through butter.

However, everyone was stunned. A great many people directly stood up.

How was this possible?

Ling Han indeed should be stronger, but in a situation when Regulations were equal, how could his advantage be so great?

With a single strike, Niu Zhengyang's attack was crushed. This gap in strength was really too wide, wasn't it?

The attack arrived at an incredibly fast speed.

Niu Zhengyang was instantly sent flying. Like a rolling gourd, he rolled several hundred meters on the ground before finally coming to a stop after crashing into a rock.

His body was riddled with wounds.

If it was not for the fact that a Saint Bone had been implanted into his body, he would definitely have died by now.

However, it was precisely because Ling Han had guessed that these Imperial Sons were presently implanting Saintly bones in their bodies, that he had been so heavy-handed.

He wanted to play slowly. How was he supposed to play if he scared them off all of a sudden?

Everyone was extremely confused.

How was this possible?

In a situation when Regulations were equal, even if Ling Han's power had an absolute advantage, he shouldn't have suppressed him so completely.

You see, Niu Zhengyang's attack had been completely crushed, including the fifteen flashes of Regulations that he had shot out.

They were all six-star Regulations, and their numbers were also equal. How could such a one-sided situation possibly happen?

On the other side, Niu Zhengyang stood up with great difficulty. His face was filled with disbelief.

They were both Nine Star Sect Masters, yet he was actually no match for Ling Han?

He was a Silver Generation!

Were they still going to fight?

His heart was beating like a drum. If he chose to continue the battle, he had no confidence, but if he chose not to, previously, he had spoken so confidently, and now that he was afraid to fight, it was equivalent to slapping himself in the face.

After thinking for a long time, he still decided to battle.

Because Saintly bones had been implanted in his body, and because of Saintly Particles, from a certain aspect, he could release a sliver of saintly might. Thus, this was where his hopes of victory lay.

"Ling Han!" he shouted loudly, making a comeback.

Boom, another fourteen flashes of Regulations surged out.

Ling Han smiled, and flicked out a finger. This time, he had only shot out a mere ten Regulations.

However, the intertwining of his Regulations was like a tight rope.

Peng!

It was only a single strike, and Niu Zhengyang's attack was broken through. The backlash from the attack exploded on his chest, cutting out a deep wound, revealing even the white of his bones.

There was complete silence!

This was too inconceivable.

10 Six Star Regulations had destroyed 14?

'Are you joking?'

Everyone was dumbfounded, feeling that Ling Han's freakishness had surpassed the truth of cultivation.

Even Ding Shu, Origin and the others were gaping widely, appearing to be in extreme disbelief.

This was completely unacceptable to them.

Something that was absolutely impossible had actually happened right in front of their eyes.

In history, there had indeed been weaker prodigies who had defeated stronger prodigies. However, it had never been heard that fewer Regulations could defeat more Regulations.

The heaven and earth were just. As long as they were of the same level, the higher number of Regulations would definitely be the victor. There was no doubt about it.

'Why? Why?'

Niu Zhengyang trembled in fear. With the protection of his Saintly bones, he was temporarily safe from any danger to his life. However, faced with Ling Han's inconceivable battle prowess, he was truly terrified. He couldn't muster up the slightest bit of fighting spirit.