Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

“Ling Han, are you still living in the past?” Sheng Haiyuan asked disdainfully.

Ling Han shrugged, and said, “Seeing that you were quite polite to Song Lan just now, I had planned to leave you with a complete corpse, but since you insist on courting death, I can only smash you into a shower of blood with a single punch.”

“Haha, I discovered that though your strength has declined, your mouth is still as bad as before!” Sheng Haiyuan laughed loudly.

Everyone nodded. Those who had heard of Ling Han’s reputation all knew that he, the large black dog and the little azure dragon were all the type to drive people to death with their curses. All of them had sharp mouths.

Ling Han crooked a finger at him, “Make your move. I do not have the time to waste on a minor character.”

“Damn it!” Sheng Haiyuan roared furiously, and finally made his move.

Previously, he had wanted to increase his presence. After all, his opponent was Ling Han! However, after Ling Han’s repeated mockery, he finally couldn’t control himself.

“Die!” He charged over, his fists pummelling furiously. Instantly, the air was filled with his fists. Whether it was a few hundred, or a few thousand, his fists pounded like lightning.

Everyone’s eyes lit up. How powerful.

“With such strength, he’s actually still willing to become someone’s servant?”

“Hiss, just how strong is this Ma Qiyang?”

Everyone exclaimed in shock. If they were at the same cultivation level, how many of them were confident that they could defeat Sheng Haiyuan? More importantly, he was only a servant, so how strong was his master?

Could he compare to the Imperial Son?

“It is rumored that Ma Qiyang has fused with the blood essence of a Saint. It is very possible that it is not empty words.”

“This guy may even have the bearing of an Imperial Son!”

“Heavens!”

Sheng Haiyuan was so powerful, which was enough to prove that Ma Qiyang was even more inconceivably powerful.

Meanwhile, Song Lan looked worried, because she had heard that Ling Han’s cultivation had gone horribly wrong, and his cultivation level had fallen back to Spirit Transformation Tier First Change.

How was a First Change going to fight a Third Change?

However, there was nothing that could be done. She was being suppressed by Sheng Haiyuan’s two spiritual bodies, and could not move at all.

Right at this moment, Ling Han shot out a punch.

In this punch, he brandished it extremely carelessly. Everyone could clearly see the trajectory of the punch, as if it was overwhelmingly slow.

However, when he threw a punch, a terrifying force surged out, like a violent tsunami crashing towards ordinary people.

Peng!

In just a short while, Sheng Haiyuan and his spiritual body immediately crumbled, directly turning into a rain of blood. Then, they were crushed, not even leaving behind the slightest bit of residue.

At this moment, the entire area was silent.

F***, this was called having a huge problem in cultivation?

F***, who said that?

‘You’re the one with a problem! You’ve got a problem with your eyes! You’ve got a problem with your brain!’

Meanwhile, the two spiritual bodies that were suppressing Song Lan were trembling. They were connected to the original on the soul level, and could sense the helplessness that he felt when he died more clearly than others.

That was a crushing power that would drive one to despair!

Subconsciously, the two spiritual bodies stretched out their hands at the same time and placed them on the heads of Song Lan and her spiritual body. They shouted at Ling Han, “Don’t come over, or I will kill her!”

As long as her mind was shattered, Song Lan, the ninth beauty of the galaxy, would die.

Ling Han was neither too fast nor too slow. Instead, he showed a smile, “What do you want?”

“What’s there to be afraid of?” Sheng Haiyuan had not even opened his mouth, when he heard Ma Qiyang’s baleful voice say, “Aren’t I still here?”

Hearing these words, Sheng Haiyuan instantly calmed down.

That’s right, there was still Ma Qiyang.

He was deeply aware of the strength of this Lord. Otherwise, with his identity as a Dao Child, how could he be willing to acknowledge him as Master?

Yet Ling Han did not even look at Ma Qiyang, and merely said to Sheng Haiyuan, “Let go!”

Sheng Haiyuan ignored him. Since his Master had said that there was no need to be afraid, he naturally had no need to be afraid.

Ling Han shook his head. With a thought, a murderous aura surged out.

Pu, pu! Sheng Haiyuan’s two spiritual bodies instantly exploded like balloons.

—The barrage of his murderous aura was presently enough to insta-kill any ordinary Two Star Sect Master. How easy would it be to kill a Spirit Transformation Tier Third Change?

It was precisely because he was confident that he could succeed that he was so calm and unhurried.

Song Lan instantly regained her freedom, and hurriedly ran towards Ling Han.

Killing intent flashed through Ma Qiyang’s eyes, and he said balefully, “How dare you kill even my servant.”

This was a blatant slap to the face!

Oh, he had just said that there was no need to be afraid and that he was there, and what was the result? Sheng Haiyuan had died.

Ling Han smiled calmly, “Wrong, my courage is much greater than this.”

“Ignorant!” Ma Qiyang humphed, and charged towards Ling Han.

He was now extremely furious. This should have been the time for him to show off himself, yet now, it was only paving the way for Ling Han.

It didn’t matter. As long as he killed Ling Han, the world would praise his name in the future.

At this moment, Ling Han threw a punch.

It was clear, simple, and direct.

Anyone could see the trajectory of this punch, but no one thought that if they faced this punch head-on, would they be able to parry it in time?

Peng!

Ma Qiyang didn’t even have the time to raise his hand to block the attack. The terrifying power of the punch surged over, crushing him forcefully, turning him into a rain of blood that filled the skies.

Heavens!

In an instant, everyone inhaled sharply.

They could not believe their eyes at all.

Was this real?

Wasn’t it said that Ma Qiyang was comparable to the Imperial Son? Cultivation level of Spirit Transformation Tier Ninth Change, and added with the fact that he had fused with the Saint’s blood essence, he should have been invincible in a battle of equal cultivation levels, yet he had been destroyed with a single punch.

This, this, this!

Everyone looked at Ling Han in shock. This was different from destroying Sheng Haiyuan. After all, Sheng Haiyuan was only a Spirit Transformation Tier Third Change, but in the case of Ma Qiyang, he was standing at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Tier.

Just how powerful was Ling Han if he could obliterate him with a single punch?

‘F*ck your sister! Didn’t you say that you had encountered a huge problem in your cultivation?’

Who was screwing them over?

Those who had previously mocked Ling Han were all trembling, feeling as if they had suffered 10,000 points of damage. The extent of psychological trauma was indescribable.

If they had known, they wouldn’t have dared to mock him even if they were beaten to death. And to think, they even wanted to kill Ling Han and snatch his fated opportunity.

Wasn’t this courting death?

They wanted to cry but had no tears. Which b@stard was screwing them over?

Even those who were walking the same rainbow bridge as Ling Han were dumbfounded. They had personally witnessed Ling Han fleeing on the island, and it was not just once. In fact, even they had gone out to hunt Ling Han down before.

But now, Ling Han was strong to the point that he could insta-kill anyone and anything, which was completely unacceptable to them.

Ling Han cracked a smile, “Do you regret it now?”

Everyone hurriedly nodded.

“Too bad, it’s too late!” He withdrew his smile, and the barrage of murderous aura activated. Pa, pa, pa, masses of people collapsed.

Looking closely, they were all those who had previously mocked him and wanted to make a move on him. None of them were innocent.

Hiss, this caused everyone else’s scalps to go numb.

He didn’t even need to raise his hand, yet he could deliver such a precise and fatal strike. This guy’s strength had already surpassed common sense, and they couldn’t even imagine it.

And on those tournament stages, the Imperial Sons all looked solemn.

Ling Han was not crippled. F***, which b@stard was misleading them?

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!