Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4610  Counter Challenge

Lu Xun smiled slightly, "Don't worry. If we really fight, we will all suppress our cultivation level, and guarantee a battle of equal cultivation levels."

"How about it? Do you dare to take the gamble?"

With such words, how could the Imperial Sons not accept?

If they didn't dare to battle at the same cultivation level, then how could they still have the face to attempt breaking through to become Emperor?

What Great Emperor would be so cowardly?

"Let's make the bet!" A voice rang out from the Heavenly Mother Planet below, booming loudly and incredibly loud.

Yang Yihuan and the others all wore solemn expressions.

A Seven Star Saint, at least!

They were more powerful than ordinary Saints, yet their battle prowess could only surpass one or two stars at most. If there was a difference of four stars, they wouldn't be able to match the opponent even if they teamed up. Instead, they would have to flee.

The Imperial Sons all knew that this was a Saint that was overseer of the Imperial Clans. Furthermore, he was not a seven-star Saint, but rather an eight-star Saint.

Xuan Huo Saint, belonging to Red Lotus Imperial Clan.

Since this Saint had already agreed, there was naturally nothing to be afraid of.

"All right, let's make the bet." Yan Dongming nodded, "What are the rules?"

"Send whoever you like. In a battle of equal cultivation levels, the loser cannot battle any longer, and the winner can only battle for three rounds, at most." It was clear that Lu Xun had long since thought this through, and immediately announced the rules of the battles.

All the Imperial Sons nodded. In a battle of equal cultivation levels, if they could not win, then there was really nothing else they could say.

"I'll go first." Han Yun from the Jade Drop Imperial Clan stood up first.

"Hehe, I'll do it." Yang Yihuan smiled, crossed his arms behind his back, and walked out. His expression was calm, as if he didn't take Han Yun seriously at all.

"Humph!" This made Han Yun extremely furious.

The two of them immediately started fighting. Han Yun unleashed his full battle prowess at the first instant, and two streaks of eight-star Regulations were fused into his terrifying power, causing his attacks to become incredibly domineering.

Though Yang Yihuan was no longer so sloppy, and had used both hands to fight Han Yun head-on, everyone had a feeling that he had not used his full strength yet.

Gasp! This was a battle between Saints, yet he still dared to hold back?

It should be known just how terrifying the attack of a Saint was. If it landed on a vital point, he would be done for.

Han Yun roared loudly, and Imperial Techniques appeared repeatedly. Meanwhile, he also drew out a Saint Tool, which boosted his battle prowess.

Once the Saint Tool appeared, even Yang Yihuan didn't dare to be careless. He also drew the Saint Tool.

The two of them battled again, and the intensity of their battle increased further.

However, Yang Yihuan was indeed slightly more skilled. Everyone could clearly see that both of them had used two flashes of eight-star Regulations, but Yang Yihuan was more proficient in using them. In fact, he was even bold and unrestrained, using them in unexpected ways.

In just over a hundred moves, Han Yun had no choice but to withdraw from the battle, and take the initiative to admit defeat.

If they continued fighting, it was possible that he would be severely injured, or even killed.

Although admitting defeat meant losing a galaxy, how could a galaxy compare to his life?

Against Yin souls, Saints were the most important source of power.

In this way, the Living Realm lost one battle first.

Yang Yihuan challenged again, and on the Imperial Sons' side, Yi Taishu approached, but he was still no match.

After three battles, Yang Yihuan emerged victorious in all of them.

By the fourth battle, Yang Yihuan smiled and retreated, with Feng Miaoling taking his place.

In the end, Feng Miaoling won another three victories.

This!

All the Imperial Sons were dejected. Six battles led to six defeats. Though there was still Yan Dongming among them that had not made a move, Yan Dongming was only slightly stronger than the others.

They were all members of the Golden Generation, so how could there be such a large gap between them?

What could they do?

No one else stepped forward to accept the challenge, which made He Luo feel very bored.

He chuckled, "Yi, where is my opponent?"

This caused all the Imperial Sons to feel very awkward. They were all being trampled over by their enemies, yet they could do nothing at all.

However, if they stubbornly charged forward, not only would they lose face, but they would also lose even more galaxies!

Who would be willing to do something that only had disadvantages?

"Sigh, so boring." He Luo shook his head, his expression filled with disdain.

This was a blatant provocation, but what could the Imperial Sons do about it?

"I'll fight you." At this moment, a voice rang out.

Everyone turned to look. Wasn't it Ling Han?

An awkward expression instantly appeared on He Luo's face. If he had a full-out battle with Ling Han, he naturally wouldn't lose. However, Ling Han was only a f*cking Venerate, and one that was only at three stars at that.

If he lowered his cultivation level to the Venerate Tier, how could he possibly be a match for Ling Han?

This gap was like heaven and earth.

"There's no need to compete. We'll consider it as you winning three rounds in a row," Lu Xun said, very generous.

Even so, they had still obtained three victories, and could obtain three galaxies.

Ling Han pondered for a moment, before saying, "Since you've made a wager, I'll also make a wager next. Do you dare to accept?"

"What wager?" Lu Xun asked, a faint smile on his face.

Ling Han smiled and said, "You guys don't have to suppress your cultivation level to fight me. If you can defeat me, you'll be able to obtain 10 galaxies! If you lose, however, you'll have to hand over 10 galaxies."

This was a counterattack!

However, the Imperial Sons all shook their heads.

Have you f****** gone mad?

No matter how strong you were, you would only be a Three Star Venerate. At most, your battle prowess would be comparable to a Two Star Saint, but on Lu Xun's side, there were two Three Star Saints!

Their natural talent in cultivation was even slightly superior to that of the Golden Generation. Thus, the battle prowess of those like Lu Xun and Wu Xingtong could probably reach the level of Five Star Saints.

How are you going to win?

Wasn't this just delivering the galaxies freely to them?

Could it be that… you are actually an undercover agent of the Netherworld?

"Hahahaha!" Lu Xun laughed loudly, then shook his head, "Can you make the decision?"

This battle involved ten galaxies. Though there were tens of thousands of galaxies in the Living Realm, under the present circumstances, every galaxy could not be lost. The stakes were too high.

"Ling Han, don't mess around!"

"This is not the time for you to show off!"

All the Imperial Sons rebuked him. What a joke, there was no reason to deliver galaxies to them like this.

"Agreed!" Right at this moment, the voice of the high-level Saint rang out from the Heavenly Mother Planet again. It was extremely loud and clear.

What? The Xuan Huo Saint had actually agreed?

The Imperial Sons were all astounded, unable to believe this.

However, the Saint's word was like the decree of heaven and earth. If one did not obey, he would be punished by the heaven and earth.

"All right, then let's battle!" Lu Xun nodded.

"I'll go first." He Luo walked out, "I can win a few more battles."

Previously, he had actually been displeased that Lu Xun had admitted defeat on his behalf.

However, in a battle of equal cultivation levels, he was indeed no match for Ling Han. There was nothing he could do.

Now, however, he was going all out. He naturally had to fight, and personally redeem his pride.

He was the son of a Great Emperor, so how proud was his pride?

Lu Xun thought for a moment, then nodded gladly.

Every time Ling Han lost another battle, they would be able to take another 10 galaxies, so why not?

He Luo's eyes focused on Ling Han. Boom, a terrifying aura began to seep out of his body, and there was no longer any need to suppress it.

"Die!" He charged out, and as he delivered an attack, three eight-star Regulations shone brilliantly.

What!

All the Imperial Sons paled in shock. A One Star Saint was actually capable of unleashing three flashes of eight-star Regulations?