Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4381  Identity Exposed.

"Hu!"

The little azure dragon stopped, and deliberately rubbed its forehead. "I underestimated you. You actually managed to block a hundred moves from Grandpa Dragon."

He had won?

Niu Tengfei didn't look happy at all, only feeling endless humiliation.

As a dignified Silver Generation elite, in a one-on-one situation, he could only barely block a hundred moves, and that was under the condition that the other had given him a handicap of one hand.

This was practically a great humiliation!

"Yi, Brother Niu?" At this moment, a voice was heard, causing everyone to turn around and look.

A group of seven people walked over from the left. The person who had spoken was tall and slender, with a dignified bearing. There were two snakes of light entwined around him, one silver and one gold, and they evolved into all kinds of mysterious manifestations.

Niu Tengfei glanced at him and nodded. "Brother Lian."

The young man with the golden and silver twin snakes was the Heavenly Sorrow Imperial Clan's Silver Generation, Lian Xiangjie.

Niu Tengfei forced himself to regain some vigor. He didn't want more people to know that he almost lost to the little azure dragon, so he hurriedly asked, "Why is Brother Lian here?"

"Oh, the Saint of our Clan is currently exploring in the demonic mist, so we have nothing to do, so we walked around in the vicinity. Unexpectedly, we just happened to encounter Brother Niu," Lian Xiangjie said. Then, he swept an eye over Ling Han and the others, "And these three are?"

"Oh, from the Nine Suns Holy Land," Niu Tengfei said casually.

Lian Xiangjie immediately looked disdainful. Holy Land?

Hehe, since when could the Holy Lands be on equal footing with the Imperial Clans?

"Brother Niu, you really have the leisure to chat with a few trash from a Holy Land?" he said without any reservations.

"Oi, oi, oi, who are you talking about, trash?" the large black dog immediately retorted.

Lian Xiangjie's eyes were baleful as he stared at the large black dog, "If it was not for the sake of Brother Niu, just because of these words from you, I, an Imperial Son, would kill you."

Ling Han humphed and said, "Oh, why don't you give it a try?"

"You think I don't dare?" Lian Xiangjie said proudly.

The other six members of the Lian Clan all smirked coldly. This was their Imperial Son, and a Silver Generation at that. In this world, only the Golden Generation could defeat him at the same cultivation level.

Obviously, Ling Han wasn't a Golden Generation.

"Brat, immediately kneel down and apologize to our Imperial Son!"

"If you want to live, you had best know who you are!"

"Imperial Clans are high and noble, revered by the Nine Heavens!"

They spoke one after another, their expressions filled with pride.

Meanwhile, the three members of the Niu Clan kept their mouths shut. They had no intention of stoking the flames, but also had no intention of interfering, looking like they would stay out of this matter.

They had suffered a loss, so they naturally would not mind having the Lian Clan suffer a loss as well. That way, neither side would laugh at the other.

"Kneel!" Lian Xiangjie shouted lightly. Weng, a small mountain appeared out of thin air, and pressed down on Ling Han, wanting to make him submit without a fight.

This was actually a mountain of Spiritual Power. As long as a person's willpower crumbled, no matter how strong you were, so what?

Ling Han stood proudly. The small mountain of Spiritual Power hovered above his head, yet it couldn't suppress him no matter what.

This caused those members of the Lian Clan to click their tongues in amazement. Hiss, this brat was a little strong, to actually be able to match the spiritual pressure of their Imperial Son.

Lian Xiangjie also looked slightly surprised. Though this was only the suppression of Spiritual Power, as a Imperial Son, his Spiritual Power was naturally astonishingly strong. Faced with those that were not Imperial Sons, he would usually be able to deal with his opponent with a spiritual attack.

And now, this opponent was actually capable of matching him. This really gave him a shock.

"Who would've thought that a prodigy would appear among the members of a Holy Land!" he said calmly. It could be said that he somewhat approved of Ling Han. "However, now that I, an Imperial Son, have moved, how many strikes can you block?"

Ling Han couldn't help but smile, "How about this? I'll give you a handicap of one hand, and if you can block three moves from me, it'll be considered your victory."

Pu!

Hearing these words, the first to splutter weren't the members of the Lian Clan, but rather Niu Tengfei and the others.

Hey, hey, hey, aren't you all a little too arrogant?

Just now, the little azure dragon said he would give him a handicap of one hand, and left him room for a hundred moves, and you actually only said three moves?

He was too arrogant!

The seven members of the Lian Clan were furious, especially Lian Xiangjie. A dignified Silver Generation cultivator was actually looked down on like this, so how could he not be furious?

"All right!" He stared at Ling Han, his eyes baleful. "If you can't block three moves from me, then just wait for death!"

He moved aggressively, launching an attack at Ling Han.

Pa!

A crisp sound rang out, and Ling Han very casually delivered a slap, which landed on Lian Xiangjie's face.

It was crisp and loud.

Heavens!

This time, the members of the Niu and Lian Imperial Clans were trembling, feeling an indescribable chill.

What do you mean by three moves? Just one move.

The dignified Silver Generation actually couldn't even withstand a single strike from him, and was directly slapped in the face.

This, this, this!

Lian Xiangjie covered his face with one hand, while his eyes were fixed on Ling Han. After a while, he gritted his teeth and exclaimed, "Ling, Han!"

Aside from Ling Han, there was no other person in the world that could be so freakish, especially when these three people had come from the Nine Suns Holy Land. If he still hadn't realized it by now, then he would really be too stupid.

"Little Han, how did your disguise collapse so quickly?" The little azure dragon immediately sneered. "Just look at Grandpa Dragon. He similarly beat up the Silver Generation, yet his identity hasn't been exposed!"

Ling Han sighed as well. He was really too impatient. Otherwise, he would be like the little azure dragon, dragging it out a few hundred moves before defeating the enemy. Then, there would naturally be no need for him to expose his identity.

However, this didn't matter. The Nine Mountains Saint was presently here, and he had the "Imperial Weapon" in his hands. Who would dare to mess around?

With a thought, he had already returned to his original appearance.

"It really is you!" Lian Xiangjie gritted his teeth, his hatred soaring sky-high.

Ling Han had already developed. Everyone knew that the Silver Generation was no longer a match for him. In fact, he had even defeated one of the Golden Generation, who was forced to break through to Sect Master-level in advance.

Thus, it wasn't embarrassing for the Silver Generation to lose to Ling Han. However, the problem was that he had actually been slapped by Ling Han. With such great humiliation, how could he face others in the future?

"Little Jiejie, you should feel honored," the large black dog said with a serious expression. "In the future, you can tell others that I'm someone who survived Ling Han's strike with my face!"

"That's right, that's right, that's enough to leave your name for eternity," the little azure dragon immediately nodded.

These two b@stards had extremely toxic mouths, and their words could drive anyone crazy.

Lian Xiangjie trembled with anger, and suddenly drew out a green gong and drum.

The large black dog couldn't help but say with a smile, "Little Jiejie, don't be so high-profile. After all, Little Han hasn't become a Great Emperor yet. It's still too early for you to beat a gong and drum and announce that you took a palm strike from the Great Emperor Ling Han with your face."

Kuang!

Lian Xiangjie suddenly struck the gong and drum, and instantly, soundwaves spread out, rippling out in multiple layers.

It wasn't long before the ripples transformed into swords and sabers that radiated with divine light as they slashed toward Ling Han and the others.

Ling Han was astonished. This attack had actually reached the level of Pseudo Sect Master.

By the looks of it, this drum and gong was a Sect Master-level Spirit Tool. It was stimulated by Lian Xiangjie, and could unleash the might of Pseudo Sect Master.

With a thought, Ling Han summoned the staff.

Who was afraid of who?