Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4768: What goes around comes around

All the disciples of the Great Emperors looked coldly at Ling Han, their killing intent flickering.

As they saw it, even if they killed a mere guard, so what? He actually dared to be insolent in front of them?

”Hehe, the True Dragon City is really weird. It has produced a Ninth King, and something like you who knows no respect for seniority!” The Great Emperor’s disciple from before said coldly. His name was Guo Ming, and he was the sixth disciple of the Crimson Ape City.

Ling Han was extremely displeased, ”Do you know how to speak properly?”

”You still dare to be arrogant?” Everyone was surprised. Could it be that this guy did not have a brain?

As a mere guard, what right did he have to talk back to the disciples of a Great Emperor?

Or had the line of the True Dragon been led astray by the Ninth King? Did he think that just because the Ninth King had defeated Saints, he, a servant, could act arrogant and domineering?

Humph!

”Since you have disrespected us, I will allow you to suffer the consequences of your own actions!” Guo Ming said, and stretched out a hand to grab Ling Han, intending to throw him directly towards the withered tree and old vine.

Ling Han shook his head in exasperation. F*ck, his image had collapsed again.

Why did he always destroy his image so quickly?

See, wasn’t he very low-key this time? He didn’t take the initiative to cause trouble at all, right?

”Could it be that I am too dazzling?” he murmured.

At this time, Guo Ming’s large hand had already caught hold of him, but when he was about to throw Ling Han out, he felt awkward, because he discovered that Ling Han was completely motionless, and could not be picked up at all.

Hiss, what the hell was this?

Guo Ming faltered for a moment. Then, he exerted force with one hand, and continued to pull, but it was still useless.

Instantly, he felt his face burn.

The other didn’t even fight back, and he was actually helpless. What face did he have left?

He stretched out his other hand, and both of them grabbed onto Ling Han. Then, with a loud shout, he wanted to throw Ling Han out.

However, it was still completely useless.

Ling Han simply stood there, as if his feet were rooted into the ground.

Guo Ming was stunned. Could it be that this guard’s cultivation level was superior to his?

But he was already a Seven Star Saint. Even if Ling Han was a Nine Star Saint, with how high his natural talent was, how could he not be able to suppress him?

”You should go on your own.” Ling Han moved, and with a wave of his hand, xiu, Guo Ming’s whole person was sent flying, and then crashed heavily into the great tree.

In the process of flying out, Guo Ming’s expression changed drastically, as if he had received a massive shock. Thus, the moment he landed, he immediately wanted to flee back, but it was too late.

Zi, a purple lightning bolt suddenly struck out from the old vine, rapidly slashing towards Guo Ming.

Guo Ming wanted to dodge, but the speed of the lightning was really too fast, so how could he possibly dodge?

”Ah!” He released a terrible scream, smoke rising from all over his body, and the fragrance of meat wafted out.

Zi, zi, zi, the purple lightning struck one after another. Even if Guo Ming was wearing a Silver Battle Armor, which greatly increased his defenses, it was useless. It was as if the purple lightning could ignore this layer of defense, and directly strike his body. 𝑅𝒶𝐍ộβƐⱾ

After a few times, Guo Ming was seen lying on the ground, with traces of burnt smoke continuously exuding from his body.

”Is it seventy percent cooked?” Ling Han guessed. This was the judgment of a professional glutton.

Shua! All of a sudden, the other disciples of the Great Emperors all turned to look at him.

”Who exactly are you?” An Heming asked. There was a hint of seriousness in his voice, as well as a hint of shock.

With a wave of his hand, he had thrown Guo Ming out. He had done it so casually, as easily as if he had thrown out a piece of scrap paper. What kind of powerful strength was that?

How could a guard... possess such a level?

Ling Han sighed, and said, ”Do you guys know what I hate the most?”

How would we know?

Even though An Heming thought this, he still suppressed his urge to attack and asked in a solemn voice, ”What is it?”

”Destroying my public image!” Ling Han said bitterly. ”Can you all understand? You spent so much effort to conceal your identities and infiltrate the enemy camp, yet in the end, you were forced to reveal your identities for such a trivial matter?”

F***, what kind of mockery was that?

An Heming humphed, and said, ”As expected, you’re an imposter!”

Ling Han wasn’t the only one. There was also that despicable dog, as well as the monkey and the four-legged snake. That’s right, why would the True Dragon Emperor have such hardcore tastes in choosing disciples?

Ling Han cracked a smile, ”Since my public image has collapsed, I can only kill all of you to keep the secret!”

With a thought, he returned to his original appearance.

This naturally could not possibly be recognized by the masses. After all, his appearance was completely unlike the ”Ninth King”.

An Heming laughed loudly, and said, ”Who do you think you are?”

Aside from the boundlessly freakish Ninth King, could there be a second person in this world that could sweep aside seven great trump cards all by himself?

There was none! That was impossible.

”Capture him, and interrogate him about his origins!”

”En!”

All the disciples of the Great Emperors nodded, every one of them showing an ominous glint.

”Come!” Ling Han crooked a finger at them, appearing extremely disdainful, filled with provocation.

”Attack together!” An Heming shouted. The opponent was truly powerful, so he didn’t dare to be careless.

Thus, just to be safe, it was best to gang up on him.

Xiu, xiu, xiu, everyone pounced out.

Ling Han sighed, appearing disinterested.

Previously, when the seven great trump cards had joined forces to fight him, he had also dealt with them easily.

But now?

His strength had increased greatly, but there were only four trump cards here. How much stronger was this comparison?

Ling Han stretched out a hand. It was not clear how fast he was, nor how mysterious his movements were, but with a stretch of his hand, a person was captured by him. Then, xiu, he smashed him towards the old vine.

Zi, purple lightning rose again, striking madly at that person.

Ling Han did not make another move. He merely dodged, and then observed from the sidelines.

Not long after, that person lay on the ground and stopped moving, and the lightning did not strike him again.

Again.

Ling Han casually grabbed out, and another person was captured, which he tossed towards the withered tree.

It was still the same. Lightning struck, causing that person to cry out endlessly.

He moved casually and in a relaxed manner. However, in the eyes of An Heming and the others, this was far too terrifying.

Under their combined attacks, Ling Han could still be so relaxed. He caught one of them and threw them in a single stroke, as if he was in a place where he faced no opposition.

Was this opponent... a demon?

What could they do?

They looked at each other, and a strong chill rose up in both of them.

”Summon the Saint Tool!” They all drew out their Saint Tool, and then attacked Ling Han.

However, what use was this?

Ling Han threw a punch. Not only did the Saint Tool’s light dim, but it even shattered the Saint Tool!

This, what kind of monster was this!

”Who exactly are you!”

”A Great Emperor?”

Everyone’s hair stood on end. Aside from a Great Emperor, was there any other existence that was so powerful?

”Don’t be surprised!” Ling Han shook his head, and attacked repeatedly, blasting everyone onto the ground. Not a single person managed to escape.

As powerful as he was, he already had a sliver of the might of Pseudo-Emperor.

He grinned as he tossed them one after another towards the withered tree, ”How is it? Do you now know what the wheel of fortune has turned?”

Everyone was speechless. They had only wanted to force Ling Han to approach the withered tree, and had not succeeded. You are not a victim at all, so what need is there to talk about how the tables have turned?

This couldn’t be condoned. After defeating them physically, he still had to continue to torture them mentally.

What kind of person was this!