Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4511 Sent Flying with a Single Punch

Chapter 4511  Sent Flying with a Single Punch

Although Yang Yihuan and He Luo didn't know Wu Yue, they could conclude that he was the same as them—an prodigy from ancient times that had been sealed by the Primordial Source Clay until now.

But with similar backgrounds, while they were still earnestly searching for their own path, Wu Yue had already walked out his own path. The gap was very obvious.

They called themselves prodigies, but they could not compare to the rookies now, nor could they compare to the "veterans" of ancient times. How could they endure this?

They knew that there were actually a considerable number of "old prodigies" like them, but they had completely no idea exactly how many there were.

In the skies, Ding Shu laughed loudly, and his offensive increased explosively.

He similarly walked out his own path, every move and style endlessly amazing.

Hong! Hong! Hong!

Ding Shu was still slightly inferior, but his fighting spirit was high, and he used various clever moves. Though he was at a disadvantage, he was completely capable of holding on.

He may be outmatched, but it was definitely not a battle that could be decided in a few moves. Instead, it could drag on for a very long time.

The Golden Generation elites all wore solemn expressions.

How many of them had walked their own paths?

Zero!

However, if one wanted to become Emperor, walking out their own path of cultivation was a necessary condition.

—You have walked your own path, and may not be able to become Emperor, but if you do not walk your own path, you would definitely not be able to become Emperor.

Ling Han had died, and there was one less obstacle. However, looking at the situation now, it was not safe at all.

Even if Imperial Son Ming and Imperial Son Tian were already Venerate Tier elites, and had the absolute upper hand in terms of cultivation level, they still hadn't walked their own path. Even if they reached the level of a Nine-Star Saint, they would only be trapped at this cultivation level forever, and wouldn't be able to become Pseudo-Emperor.

If one didn't become a Pseudo-Emperor, how could he become Emperor?

Die! Die! Die!

The Imperial Sons all had killing intent in their eyes. Since they were falling too far behind, they would get rid of these freaks, just like they had done to Ling Han.

If they could get rid of all their powerful competitors, then they could completely compete slowly and advance slowly. In any case, they were very young, so they had plenty of chances.

Ding Shu unleashed his ultimate moves one after another, but it could not be helped. The gap in cultivation level was a little too wide, and his battle prowess was still inferior. This was a shortcoming that could not be compensated no matter what.

After fighting for over 500 moves, Ding Shu decisively retreated from the battle.

Wu Yue didn't give chase. He knew very well that though he had the advantage in battle prowess, if he wanted to defeat Ding Shu, he might need to fight another three to five hundred moves. Furthermore, he felt that Ding Shu still had a trump card that he had yet to use. Who knows, he may be able to turn the tables.

There was no enmity between them, and they were not fighting over any treasure, so what need was there for them to take the risk?

No one laughed at Ding Shu. Being able to exchange blows with Wu Yue while being three minor levels behind him, this was practically freakish!

"Even if Ling Han revives, can he compare to him?"

"Definitely no match!"

"That's right. Though Ling Han is freakishly more talented than the Golden Generation Generation, at most, he is only on the same level as Wu Yue. How could he possibly compare to Ding Shu?"

"He's the greatest freak!"

Everyone was discussing spiritedly, and they all agreed that Ding Shu was truly the strongest freak.

"Is there anyone else who wants to battle?" Wu Yue continued to provoke. He broke into a grin, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth. His eyes swept over everyone's faces.

Origin, Myriad Dao and the others did not accept the challenge. They were only Three Star Sect Masters, and their abilities were equal to Ding Shu's. Even if they stepped out to fight, the result would only be the same as Ding Shu's.

Though this could cause them to become famous, when one had reached a height like they had, would they still care about this kind of empty reputation?

Becoming Emperor was the most important, and only then could one truly obtain a reputation that would last for all eternity.

"Is there no one?" A mocking smile curled up the corners of Wu Yue's lips, "Too weak, isn't there anyone that can fight?"

Ling Han shook his head, and strode out.

"Come, I'll teach you how to call Grandpa."

"It's you!" Wu Yue stared at Ling Han, his gaze becoming harsh.

Previously, Ling Han had competed with him over the broken sword, causing him to sacrifice four streaks of Five Star Celestial Qi.

Though this was not all that precious to him, if the four streaks of Celestial Qi were used on him, his cultivation level may be able to rush up to peak stage Six Stars.

"Not bad, not bad. You actually dare to appear in front of me." Wu Yue's killing intent circulated, and he took the initiative to rise up, standing in midair.

Yi?

Everyone was surprised. Previously, it was the other person that had risen into the air first, while he was in no hurry. Yet now, he actually took the initiative to step into the air, showing how much killing intent he felt towards Ling Han.

They looked towards Ling Han. Who was this guy, that his ability to attract animosity was so strong?

If they knew that this was Ling Han, they wouldn't have such doubts — it was normal for this guy to drive others to dying out of fury.

Chi Menghan, meanwhile, showed a strange expression. She looked towards Ling Han, and felt that this man gave her a familiar feeling.

Ling Han slowly rose into the air, walking step by step as if he was taking a stroll.

Too slow, too slow.

Wu Yue's right hand gripped his sword. Seeing how Ling Han was so slow, he couldn't help but grip the hilt of his sword tightly, his killing intent even stronger.

This was too despicable. Wasn't this clearly playing around with him?

"You'll soon find out what kind of price you'll have to pay for doing this," he said calmly. His tone was still very calm, but it couldn't hide the deep killing intent in his voice.

Ling Han finally reached the same height as Wu Yue. He smiled faintly, and asked, "Have you wasted any of my treasures these past few days?"

'Motherf*cker!'

Wu Yue looked furious. "You'll soon become a corpse, and let's see how you'll still be able to talk cheeky at that time!"

He raised his sword and pointed it at Ling Han.

"When the sword rises, the winds and clouds rise!" he shouted lightly. Boom, endless Sword Qi spread out, striking towards Ling Han.

There were also Regulations among the Sword Qi, causing every flash of Sword Qi to be filled with destructive power.

Ling Han smiled faintly, and stretched out his right hand. Then, he grabbed out, and instantly, all the Sword Qi shattered one after another, no longer threatening in the slightest.

Yi? En? Ya?

Seeing this scene, everyone was surprised.

'So powerful!'

Even if Wu Yue didn't use his full strength, his strength was already publicly acknowledged. He was so strong that even the Golden Generation could only look up to him. Thus, even a casual strike from him should have boundless might, so how could it be so easily dispersed?

Could it be that this guy whose name was unknown was actually a super genius?

Wu Yue was also taken aback. He had not thought that Ling Han would be so strong.

"I've really underestimated you!" he said casually, but he naturally didn't take it to heart. His figure charged out, and his sword swept out.

Ling Han clenched his hand into a fist and punched out, "I, on the other hand, have not!"

Peng!

With a single punch, Wu Yue and his sword were both sent flying.

'F*ck!'

All of a sudden, everyone's mouths were agape, completely incapable of believing this.

Fierce, this was too fierce, wasn't it?

Wu Yue had already proven it with his abilities. Even a Nine Star Sect Master Golden Generation was no match for him. But now? Ling Han had sent him flying with a single punch.

This, this, this, with such a comparison, what was the Golden Generation worth?

They couldn't even compare to trash!

Heavens, when had such a monster appeared?

If it was not for the fact that Ling Han was as dead as could be, one would suspect that this guy had disguised himself and appeared.