Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4163: I want to duel with you

Editor: Henyee Translations

Ling Han walked outside the Nine Suns Holy Land, and saw that Mao Yuntian was indeed standing there. His face was livid, and his expression was extremely ugly.

If it was anyone else, they would feel as uncomfortable as if they had eaten a fly. F*ck, their newlywed wife had been snatched by a man. Several months had already passed. Had he gotten sick from playing around with her?

The moment he thought of this scene, Mao Yuntian felt an urge to commit murder.

This despicable guy was only in the Core Formation Tier, and he actually kidnapped her right in front of him. Just how humiliating was that?

“Ling Han, hurry up and hand her over!” When he saw Ling Han, Mao Yuntian’s already livid face turned even worse, as if there was a grassy plain above his head1.

Now that he had met his enemy, his eyes were bloodshot with envy. This damn adulterer!

Ling Han smiled faintly, and said, “You’re truly childish. If I wanted to hand her over, why would I have gone to snatch her in the first place? Moreover, Junior Sister Song has arms and legs, and she’s a free person. She has her own ideas about where she wants to go, so what are you asking me for?”

“Ling Han, you have the guts to snatch the bride, but don’t have the guts to admit it?” Mao Yuntian roared in fury.

Ling Han waved a hand dismissively, “Do I need you to judge whether I have guts or not?”

Hearing these words, the disciples of the Nine Suns Holy Land all laughed loudly. That’s right, Ling Han had guts. Was there any need for Mao Yuntian to judge that? He had crippled an Imperial Son, and he still had no guts?

Mao Yuntian was shaking with anger, his hands tightly clenched into fists. He wore a baleful expression as he looked at Ling Han, and said, “Ling Han, I want to duel with you!”

“You’re a major tier higher than me, and you’re also 100 years older than me. How can you have the face to duel with me?” Ling Han couldn’t help but laugh in spite of himself. This was definitely an unjust battle. No one would agree to this.

“Humph, I indeed wouldn’t bully you like this, but you snatched my beloved wife and provoked me first, so you have to bear the consequences!” Mao Yuntian shouted loudly. “Ling Han, do you dare or not?”

Right at this moment, another voice rang out, and said, “Old brothers of the Nine Suns Holy Land, it was your brat who provoked the Mao Clan first. No matter what, you have to give an explanation for this matter!”

This voice boomed, carrying a frightening might.

A Venerate Tier elite!

Obviously, this was that ancestor of the Mao Clan. Not only had he brought Mao Yuntian over, he was also exerting pressure on Nine Suns Holy Land.

However, Mao Yuntian was right. It was indeed Ling Han who had provoked him first. He had snatched his wife, so what need was there to talk about a fair battle?

—You should have thought of this kind of consequences when you were snatching the bride.

Ling Han pondered for a moment, before saying, “Fine, I’ll duel with you.”

He had grasped the Star Steps, and by nature, he was already invincible. Moreover, the Earth Dragon and Destructive Energy could pose a threat to True Self Tier elites. Thus, it wasn’t that he couldn’t fight back.

A cruel expression appeared on Mao Yuntian’s face. This time, he was going to crush Ling Han into dust and destroy him completely.

“Come battle!” He strode out.

Ling Han crossed his arms behind his back, taking his time.

“This is the standard posture for showing off. Learn from it,” the large black dog said to the little azure dragon. This was called teaching on the spot.

The little azure dragon nodded repeatedly. Though he was awesome, he had just been born, after all. There was still too much he had to learn.

“Ling Han, I have to say, you are truly freakish.” Mao Yuntian began his opening remarks, “Even the Imperial Son has been crippled by you. You are practically heaven-defying! However, you are only a Core Formation Tier, after all. No matter how strong you are, you would not be able to match a single blow from me!”

“You seem to have forgotten that I did not just block a single blow from you,” Ling Han said with a smile.

“Heh, times change!” Mao Yuntian shook his head, and said, “Do you think I’m unprepared after learning that you’re a Formations Grandmaster?”

He waved his hand, and instantly, a jade bowl flew into the air. As it spun, it enlarged, and only stopped when it had reached 50km in size.

This jade bowl was turned upside down, and there were multiple waterfalls of light flowing down from it, with mysterious seals circulating around it.

“This is a Ley Line Forbidding Spirit Tool!” Mao Yuntian said proudly, “It’s also created by a Formations Grandmaster, capable of suppressing ley lines! Ling Han, do you still have any hopes of getting lucky?”

“What, Ley Line Forbidding Spirit Tool?”

“It’s the Spirit Tool that seals the ley lines!”

“It’s over. If the ley lines are sealed, how would Senior Brother Ling be able to use formations?”

“He can only depend on his own strength.”

“However, if a Core Formation Tier cultivator attacks a True Self Tier cultivator, won’t he definitely lose?”

The disciples all shook their heads. Without a doubt, Ling Han would definitely suffer a great defeat. Of course, battling at their own doorstep, even if he was defeated, the elites of the Nine Suns Holy Land would definitely not just sit by and watch as Ling Han was really beaten to death by Mao Yuntian.

Ling Han was the hope of the Nine Suns Holy Land. In future, he was destined to become a Saint.

“Despairing, aren’t you?” Mao Yuntian laughed loudly, killing intent flickering in his eyes.

This Ley Line Sealing Bowl could only last for about ten minutes. After all, it was meant to seal off the ley lines of a planet, and what kind of existence were planets? This was especially the case with the Nine Suns Planet, which was equivalent to a Saint. It was only in a deep slumber. Thus, being able to seal off the ley lines for ten minutes was already enough.

It certainly wasn’t long, but for a True Self Tier cultivator to kill a Core Formation Tier cultivator, wouldn’t ten minutes be enough?

He knew that theNine Suns Holy Land wouldn’t sit by and watch him kill Ling Han, so he wanted to take this chance to give Ling Han a good beating. The best scenario would be to cripple him.

In a “fair battle”, after crippling him, it would not be appropriate for the Nine Suns Holy Land to launch an attack. Just like how Ling Han had crippled Baili Che, the Ziwei Imperial Clan could only swallow this bitter fruit.

Ling Han stimulated the ley lines, and as expected, it was as if the ley lines were asleep, and could not be used at all. However, he sensitively discovered that the ley lines were slowly reviving, and would recover not long after.

This time was at most ten minutes.

Ling Han was confident in himself, and said, “In my eyes, you can’t be considered a match at all. If it wasn’t for the fact that you are one major tier higher than me, I would be able to kill you with a single punch.”

Mao Yuntian was furious. This should have been him toying around with Ling Han, making Ling Han cry and beg for mercy, but now?

Why was this guy so stubborn?

Fine, then let’s beat him up first, and see how he would still be able to laugh.

“You’re seeking death!” he shouted loudly, and swept towards Ling Han. His figure spread out, and he was like a golden Roc. Golden light flickered, as fast as lightning.

Ling Han smiled. Was this fast?

He activated the Imminent Skyline, and with a turn of his body, he was actually not the slightest bit inferior.

“Saint-level movement technique!” The Venerate Tier elite from the Mao Clan couldn’t help but humph. There was a massive gulf between the Venerate Tier and the Saint Tier, and that was why Ling Han was no slower than Mao Yuntian even though he was clearly only at the Core Formation Tier.

Of course, most importantly, it was still Ling Han who was too freakish. His mystical power had soared all the way to 38 Heavens, and that was why he could activate this kind of high speed.

After dodging this attack, Ling Han immediately counterattacked with the black light of illusion.

Weng, this was divine sense-level. There was no trajectory of impact, and it could be reached with a single thought.

Mao Yuntian was instantly hit. At first, he was slightly confused. After all, he was in the True Self Tier, and had surpassed Ling Han by a major tier, so his resistance was naturally strong. However, he was still unable to break free from the illusion. Instead, he was immersed in it.

—He was not an Imperial Son, capable of being immune to all negative effects.