Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

However, even more Imperial Sons were still proud.

No matter how strong you are, you are only a Spirit Transformation Tier.

A Sect Master would crush a Spirit Transformation True Lord. This was a truth that would never change for eternity, and would definitely not change for Ling Han.

And in this place, the majority of Imperial Sons had already advanced into Minor Advanced Tier, so what did they have to fear?

Indeed, you are invincible among your peers, so what?

Only Feng Miaoling smiled. Previously, she had stood in front of Ling Han because Ling Han was comprehending Dao and couldn’t be disturbed, and at this time… was there any need for her to step out?

However… that woman actually dared to have designs on her man?

‘Humph, I’ll kill her after the competition ends. Shameless!’

The gazes of the people below them that were looking at Ling Han were filled with terror. Your uncle is still your uncle. He had first insta-killed Sheng Haiyuan and Ma Qiyang, and then stunned the whole area. Then, it was even more terrifying, as he had directly insta-killed dozens of people with a strange technique.

A great many people did not dare to look at Ling Han, fearing that if they made eye contact with Ling Han, it would draw out his killing intent, and he would insta-kill them.

“Ling Han, are you all right?” Song Lan asked in pleasant surprise.

Ling Han scratched his head, and said, “I’m fine. Which idiot said that I had a problem?”

Hearing these words, everyone was driven mad.

That’s right. They too wanted to know which idiot had given out such false news. Wasn’t this just screwing them over?

—If Kong Wuyang found out after his death, how would he feel?

On the high platform, all the Imperial Sons looked down on Ling Han, as if they were the high and mighty lords of the heavens, waiting for the challenge of mortals, but the only result was that he would be easily suppressed.

“Anyone who wants to become defending champion can come and challenge me,” an Imperial Son shouted in a deep voice from one of the stages.

His voice boomed out, bringing with it supreme might.

Instantly, the majority fell silent. The might of the Imperial Son was deeply ingrained in their hearts. This represented the strongest battle prowess.

Meanwhile, Ling Han stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes sweeping over stage after stage.

Those Imperial Sons all looked proud, completely unafraid.

Ling Han merely smiled, but did not step forwards to issue a challenge.

It was too early.

There were a total of 10 days. If he went up now, so what if he knocked down an Imperial Son with a single punch? He would still have to wait for 10 days. How boring would that be?

Let’s go, find a place to sleep.

“Ling Han!” Seeing Ling Han turn around and leave, Song Lan faltered for a moment before hurriedly following him. There were too many things she wanted to say to Ling Han.

Everyone was envious. He wasn’t goinf to fight on the martial arts ring, so what could a lone man and a lone woman do?

One didn’t need to think to know that.

However, there were also those who made cynical remarks, and said, “Heh, he still does not dare to match the Imperial Son, so he fled!”

There were very few people who responded. Even if Ling Han was no match for the Sect Master, he had already completely proven himself just now. He was still the Ling Han that had stunned others and even driven them to despair.

Because there was potentially an envoy present, no Imperial Son would target Ling Han. In any case, everyone was in the city, so Ling Han wouldn’t be able to escape.

One day, two days, time passed quietly, and soon, it was the tenth day.

Once midnight had passed, the tournament stage battles would be over, and they would enter into the next stage of the knockout battles.

Ling Han finally arrived at the tournament stage. He chatted with Song Lan for a while. This woman had found a place to live in seclusion alone after the Nine Suns Holy Land disbanded, and she hadn’t returned to the clan.

Thankfully, she had obtained a great many fated opportunities on the Imperial Path, and had successfully broken through to the Spiritual Transformation Tier.

Which one should he fight?

Ling Han swept his gaze over the 16 people on the tournament stages. In the end, he leaped onto a tournament stage.

“Haha, I thought you would continue to be a coward,” the Imperial Son on the tournament stage said coldly. He was Pei Mingcheng of the Crimson Rainbow Imperial Clan, and belonged to the Silver Generation. At present, he had already charged up to become a Two Star Sect Master.

As he saw it, even a One Star Sect Master would be able to suppress all Spirit Transformation Tiers, what more when he was already a Two Star Sect Master. In fact, he was the Silver Generation.

Ling Han shook his head and said, “How dare you speak so rudely. I can tell that you don’t have any manners.”

Pei Mingcheng couldn’t help but feel stifled. This retort made him feel uncomfortable.

Sure enough, this person had a toxic tongue. The rumors were true.

He no longer attempted to attack Ling Han verbally, because he knew himself well. The result of this bickering was very likely that he would be fuming with anger.

What martial artists looked at was not the ability to speak verbally, but their physical skill!

“Die!”

He charged towards Ling Han. Not only was he going to defeat Ling Han, he was even going to kill him.

Who wouldn’t be interested in the reason why Ling Han was so powerful?

He clearly wasn’t a member of the Imperial Clan, and joining the Holy Land was only a matter of later. So, why was he so powerful that even the Golden Generation was no match for him?

Who would not be interested in this kind of secret?

Ling Han’s expression was baleful. If Pei Mingcheng only wanted to spar a bit, then he wouldn’t mind stopping before things went too far. After all, it was his habit to speak with a toxic mouth, but it didn’t mean that he would really be merciless.

But the moment Pei Mingcheng attacked, his killing intent blazed. It was clear that he wanted to kill him. How could Ling Han not feel killing intent?

He merely threw a punch.

This punch was clearly ordinary, but it seemed to have some kind of demonic power, and was unstoppable!

Peng!

With a single punch, Pei Mingcheng was instantly sent flying, drawing an arc in the skies. Only then did he fall heavily onto the stage. Under the barrage of Destructive Energy, Substitution Seal was completely ineffective, and he died directly.

Hiss, this punch had too shocking an effect.

Pei Mingcheng was no ordinary person. Not only was he an Imperial Son, he was also a Sect Master.

Heavens, even a Sect Master was no match for a single punch from Ling Han?

Not only the spectators, but even the Imperial Sons on the platforms all wore expressions of disbelief. They were so stunned that their eyes bulged.

Was this real?

The only one who still looked normal was Feng Miaoling. She had fought with Ling Han before, so she naturally knew just how powerful Ling Han was.

Otherwise, how could Ling Han be worthy of becoming her future husband?

Of course, it was not all the Imperial Sons that were trembling, because there were four Golden Generations here!

Though they were all Sect Masters as well, they were either Eight Stars or Nine Stars, and their abilities could not be compared to Two Stars or Three Stars Sect Master.

If they moved, they would still be able to easily suppress Ling Han.

In a state of silent shock, the tournament stage battles finally ended.

It was time for the elimination battles.

The sixteen people drew lots to decide their opponents for the quarterfinals.

Ling Han’s luck was not too bad. He had drawn a Silver Generation. Though he was a Two Star Sect Master, with Pei Mingcheng’s example, it was believed that no one would believe that this Imperial Son could win.

As expected, when the battles for the quarterfinals began, that Imperial Son decisively admitted defeat. There was no reason for him to insist on courting death, when it was definite that he would lose.

The top eight were decided. Aside from the four Golden Generations, there was also Ling Han, Feng Miaoling, and two Silver Generations.

Lots were drawn again. This time, Ling Han wasn’t so lucky, drawing a Golden Generation.

Imperial Son Han, Guan Xinghan, Golden Generation of the Xuan Feng Imperial Clan, an Eight Star Sect Master!

The battle began, and Guan Xinghan moved without mercy. He shot out both palms, which turned into multiple black millstones that crushed towards Ling Han.

On the millstones, Regulations were densely covered, and divine patterns interwove, exuding endless might.

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