Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao
Chapter 4294: Seen through

Chapter 4294: Seen through

"Han Di!" On the spectators' seats, cheers erupted like thunder

"Hehe, has this person eaten the courage of a Saint? He actually dares to challenge Han Di?" Mi Qingdie scoffed. She was presently passionately courting Han Di, but it was a shame that Han Di paid her no regard at all.

"You have an exaggerated opinion of your own abilities!" Wan Yulong said with a smile. He was a descendant of the Nine Palace Venerate. He was one of the top-notch second- generation young masters.

"How many strikes do you think Han Di needs to deal with him?" Sha Tianlei asked. He was the descendant of the Ice Silkworm Venerate.

"At most, three moves," Wan Yulong said.

"Hehe, I'll relax it a bit, ten moves," Gongyang Bo said. He was Brahman Sea Bodhisattva's little disciple.

"One strike." Mi Qingdie was brimming with confidence in Han Di.

"Little Lord Wolf, what do you think?" Wan Yulong looked towards Zuwa An.

Meanwhile, Zuwa An was slightly distracted. He had been staring at Ling Han all this while, and had an inexplicable feeling that he seemed to be afraid of this person.

How was this possible?

He had never met this person before. Moreover, he was the descendant of the Blood Crow Venerate. Not long ago, he had even broken through to the Spirit Transformation Tier. With a single hand, he could crush a True Self Tier cultivator, no matter how freakish he was.

Thus, this feeling was too strange.

"Little Lord Wolf!" Wan Yulong raised his voice.

Only at this moment did Zuwa An come to his senses. He pondered for a moment, before saying, "I'll also guess ten moves."

"Humph, you guys actually have so much confidence in that guy?" Mi Qingdie said in displeasure, "Why don't we make a bet?"

"Sure," Sha Tianlei said. "We'll each bet ten Source Dao Stones. The person with the closest answer can obtain it."

"Deal."

The five second-generation young masters nodded one after another. To them, they were already tired of watching such battles, and needed something else to stimulate them.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Han Di stood still, looking at Ling Han with a disdainful expression.

"Admit defeat," he said calmly.

Ling Han smiled faintly, "What if I say no?"

"Then your only fate is death!" Han Di was not in a rush to make a move.

The smile at the corners of Ling Han's lips involuntarily widened, "Are all members of the Imperial Clans all so overbearing?"

Meanwhile, Han Di smirked coldly, "You actually dare to order around the Imperial Clans? How dare you! Now, if I don't kill you, won't others think that the Imperial Clans ares pushovers?"

"You really know how to pin blame." Ling Han shook his head, "Enough with the nonsense. Come on!"

He crooked a finger, and began to provoke Han Di.

This hook of his finger instantly stirred up the emotions of those spectators. All of them could not hold themselves back, and called out one after another.

"Han Di, kill him!"

"Kill this brat!"

However, these people were all on Han Di's side, and it was as if they had been pumped full of adrenaline.

Han Di was unmoved. He was the Imperial Son, so how could the emotions of others affect him? However, Ling Han's disrespectful attitude had indeed angered him. The Imperial Clan was high and noble, and was the ruler of the world. Who could slight them?

"You're seeking death!" Han Di pointed a finger at Ling Han. Boom, a terrifying energy transformed into a sword that shot towards Ling Han.

Ling Han merely gathered the power of 60 Heavens, and shot out a palm strike. The energy turned into a massive palm that counterattacked Han Di.

Peng!

The sword of energy immediately crumbled under Ling Han's strike. However, the large hand didn't dissipate, and it continued to slam toward Han Di.

'What?'

Everyone was dumbfounded upon seeing this. They couldn't believe this at all. Even if Han Di hadn't unleashed his full power, with his strength, he should have been able to overturn rivers and create chaos with a wave of his hand.

Hiss, this opponent was indeed very strong!

"Huang Tian!"

"Huang Tian!"

Instantly, quite a few people called out Ling Han's alias. Han Di had already reigned supreme for too long, and everyone longed to see someone appear and knock him off his horse. "There's no need to have any expectations of him."

"That's right. That is Han Di, and he has not been defeated for eight years. Before this, there has never been anyone that could do it!"

"It is said that he is known as the Silver Generation in the outside world. That is an existence that is even stronger than ordinary Imperial Sons."

"As long as he is slightly more serious, this Huang Tian would only be able to kneel."

However, there were even more people that were siding with Han Di, and thought that Ling Han had absolutely no chance of winning. Now, it looked like Ling Han was on the upper hand, but in truth, it was Han Di that had not gotten serious at all.

Peng! Han Di shot out another finger, and shattered this giant hand that was swatting at him.

A hint of surprise appeared on his face, and he felt that Ling Han's strength was inconceivable.

He had indeed not used his full power in that attack just now. In fact, he had not even used the celestial technique, but his base power was close to sixty Heavens. This was enough to crush

any True Self Tier.

This opponent... who exactly was it?

A rising star of the Imperial Clan?

That's right. The Imperial Sons of the third generation could not compare to the Silver Generation, but at the very least, he was still an Imperial Son. If there were freaks that could cultivate to the seventh form, then it would be possible for their battle prowess to soar up to

60 Heavens.

"Which Imperial Son are you?" Han Di asked, his expression very certain.

-Aside from the Imperial Clan, what other force could nurture out such a terrifying prodigy?

Ling Han smiled faintly, and said, "I'm the Imperial Son of the Invincible Imperial Clan. My nickname is Emperor Destroyer."

Han Di's expression immediately darkened. "Emperor Destroyer", wasn't this deliberately targeting him? Furthermore, how could there be an Ancestral King in this world with the title of Invincible? Naturally, there could not possibly be an Invincible Imperial Clan.

This guy was teasing him.

Hold on.

He suddenly recalled that wasn't Ling Han skilled in disguising his identity? If it had to be claimed that he was so hostile towards the Imperial Clan, and if it had to be claimed that his natural talent was freakish to the point of being comparable to the Imperial Son, or even surpassed the Imperial Son, who else could it be but Ling Han?

Great, you have finally appeared.

Han Di smirked coldly. All the great Imperial Clans had deduced that Ling Han had obtained the inheritance of the Descending Heaven Holy Emperor. Thus, that was why the Nine Mountains Saint had been able to obtain the Imperial Scroll and take the step to become a

Saint.

Thus, Ling Han definitely had the Imperial Scroll on him.

Very good. If he killed this person, all the great Imperial Clans would owe him a favor, and he would be able to obtain an Imperial Scroll. Then, he could possibly be the only person in the world that had simultaneously cultivated two Imperial Scrolls.

In this way, would it still be a problem to surpass the Golden Generation?

"Do you dare to engage in a mortal duel?" he asked. He didn't reveal Ling Han's identity.

This was called luring the enemy.

Ling Han couldn't help but laugh in spite of himself, "Sure!"

If you are so determined to seek death, then I will oblige you.

When they heard that the two of them were going to have a mortal duel, the spectators were

in an uproar.

They actually wanted to have a mortal duel?

Hiss, then it was destined that one of the two of them would die. This was exciting. "Haha, he actually dares to have a mortal duel with Han Di. He's really tired of living," Mi

Qingdie said coldly.

Meanwhile, Wan Yulong showed a hint of deep thought, "No one is an idiot, especially this kind of elite. Thus, this Huang Tian must have something to rely on."

"You're not saying that he can compare to the Imperial Son, or even the Silver Generation, right?" Mi Qingdie retorted. It couldn't be helped. She was already completely captivated by

Han Di.

Gongyang Bo said calmly, "More than eight years ago, didn't an Imperial Son also die here?" When these words fell, the surroundings instantly fell silent.

"Humph, how could Lin Yun compare to Han Di!" Very soon, Mi Qingdie spoke again, "Han Di

is at the Seventh Form of True Self Tier. At that time, didn't Ling Han forfeit the battle repeatedly because he was afraid, and even escaped from the City of Death?"