Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4175: Licentious

Editor: Henyee Translations

Hua Youchang was gnawing and biting, without a shred of the bearing of an elite. He was completely a ruffian.

What was worse, he even stuffed his bare foot into Zhang Fang’s mouth, scaring the Golden Silk Moth Imperial Son so much that his face turned green, and he fled at all costs.

He was the Imperial Son, after all, and had astonishingly many tricks up his sleeve. He had really succeeded, but multiple wounds had also been left on his body, and he was in an extremely sorry state.

However, when Hua Youchang went crazy, he did not have any qualms at all. He broke out into a run and set off in pursuit of Zhang Fang.

‘Holy f*ck!’

Zhang Fang hurriedly ran, using all his strength.

Though he had cultivated an Emperor-level movement technique, so his speed should have been faster than Hua Youchang, the gravity fields here were too strong, and at the level of the Core Formation Tier, the advantage of the Imperial Technique was really not all that great. Thus, Hua Youchang’s speed was not the slightest bit inferior to his, and followed closely behind him.

One fled, while the other pursued, circling around the whole area.

This!

Originally, it should have been a competition on the level of the highest prodigy, but now, it was no different from a street brawl between ruffians and hoodlums, which was truly embarrassing.

The outcome of the battle had actually been decided, but Hua Youchang had gone mad, and pursued him relentlessly, forcing Zhang Fang to only be able to continuously flee. He could not stop at all.

Though the outsiders had ugly expressions, the natives were also feeling extremely awkward.

After another while, Hua Youchang suddenly stopped, then collapsed to the ground, snoring loudly.

Right, he had fallen into a deep slumber.

Zhang Fang finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling something slippery on his face. It was most likely Hua Youchang’s drool, almost driving him crazy with his mysophobic nature.

Though this was a farce, it still could not change the result of the natives being stronger.

All of a sudden, everyone’s eyes turned to look at Chi Menghan. This was the strongest Imperial Daughter that was comparable to the Golden Generation. Perhaps, her battle prowess was even superior to Zhang Fang. If she made a move, she might have a chance of winning.

However, Chi Menghan acted as if she hadn’t seen anything.

What kind of joke was this? Fighting with a competitor like Hua Youchang? Being cuddled was not enough, and he was even forcefully stuffing his feet into your mouth. Are you afraid?

Sou, right at this moment, Hua Youchang suddenly stood up again, like a bamboo pole. He was a little dazed, and swept his gaze over the surroundings. Then, his eyes focused on Zhang Fang, “Come, let us have a spar.”

Spar your sister!

Zhang Fang mocked internally. The present Hua Youchang should have already woken up from his “intoxicated” state, yet had completely forgotten that he had gone “tea-crazy”. Thus, he did not remember that the two of them had already sparred, and was still provoking him.

However, even though Hua Youchang had regained consciousness, Zhang Fang still had a strong psychological trauma. He would never fight with such a competitor again.

“What is it? Are you afraid?” Hua Youchang continued to provoke him.

Zhang Fang turned a deaf ear to him. He could still smell the stench of drool on his face, making him gag.

“Lord Hua is mighty!”

“Lord Hua is awesome!”

The natives all shouted loudly, completely ignoring the feelings of outsiders.

“Is there anyone else who can fight?”

“If there’s no one who can fight, lower your head and tuck your tail between your legs. Don’t be arrogant!”

“That Imperial Daughter or whatever, come and fight with our Lord Hua. If you lose, why don’t you become Lord Hua’s wife?”

“Good, this is a good idea!”

The natives jeered one after another, causing all the outsiders’ expressions to darken, looking extremely ugly.

Chi Menghan was the Imperial Daughter, and the Imperial Clans were revered by the whole world. Additionally, Chi Menghan was ranked third on the Exquisite Beauty Leaderboard, so who didn’t admire her greatly?

Now, these natives were actually so insolent, publicly taking liberties with Chi Menghan. Who could tolerate this?

The problem was, which one of them could defeat Hua Youchang?

There was none!

If there wasn’t anyone, they could only shut their mouths obediently. In the cultivation world, strength was everything. If they didn’t have strength, they could only obediently take a beating.

“Little Han, it’s time for you to show off!” the large black dog egged him on.

The little azure dragon also nodded, “Originally, Grandpa Dragon wouldn’t have given such a good chance to you, but no matter how I look at it, Grandpa Dragon feels that the relations between you and that Imperial Clan woman are unclear. Thus, I will reluctantly let you have this chance to save the damsel in distress! Remember, you owe Grandpa Dragon a debt!”

“Get lost!” Ling Han sent the little azure dragon flying with a kick. What nonsense were you spouting!

“That brat!” Before Ling Han could fly into a rage, the natives in the vicinity could no longer hold themselves back. Their second strongest elite had already beaten the outsider into submission, which naturally represented their complete victory.

Now, it was time to settle the score with Ling Han.

He actually dared to kill one of their own. Humph, he was seeking death!

“Let me spar with you!” A sturdy man rushed over, and threw a punch at Ling Han.

His power was incomparably deep, and when his fist shot over, a strong wind whistled.

Ling Han didn’t dodge. Only when the other approached did he move. He also threw a punch to greet the other’s fist.

Peng!

The two fists crashed into each other, and instantly, a shockwave that was visible to the naked eye spread out. There was also light bursting forth, like lightning.

“Haha, to dare compete with Ouyang Ling in fists, where did this brat get his confidence from?”

“Ouyang is the elite ranked thirteenth. It’s said that his iron fists have been tempered in the flames of heaven. With a single punch, he can even shatter Divine Metal!”

“Heh, just wait and see this brat’s bones shatter one by one.”

The natives all laughed loudly. An outsider that cultivated mystical power actually dared to fight them head-on at close quarters? Hehe, where did he get such courage from?

However, amidst loud laughter, Ouyang Ling’s expression suddenly changed.

A large amount of cold sweat seeped out from his skin, as if a water sluice had been opened. Then, his face twisted, and his mouth opened, releasing an earth-shattering scream, “Ah—” It was long and drawn out, and did not end.

Only now did everyone see clearly. They could see that Ouyang Ling’s whole right arm was oozing blood, and there were even white bone spikes protruding from some places, looking extremely terrifying.

This, this, this, this, this, Ouyang Ling’s entire right arm had actually been shattered.

The natives were all astounded. Just now, they had still been mocking Ling Han for his stupidity. He actually dared to engage in close-quarter combat with them. This was practically courting death. But reality had proven that Ling Han was not brainless, but rather that his physique was stronger. With a single punch, he had crippled Ouyang Ling’s entire arm.

F***, who exactly was the Body Arts user here?

At this moment, the natives were completely silent, and the atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme.

On the other hand, the outsiders suddenly erupted in enthusiastic cheers, causing the mountains to reverberate.

This was too inspiring.

“As expected of the Imperial Son Killer. Impressive!”

“We should have let Ling Han fight long ago, and let these country bumpkins know how awesome we are.”

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s start a massacre!”

Amidst such cheers, Hua Youchang’s eyes swept over, bursting with divine light, as sharp as a sharp blade.

“Interesting.” He smacked his lips, and with a sudden leap, charged towards Ling Han. “Come battle!”

Boom, he threw a punch.

Ling Han didn’t use his mystical power. Instead, he unleashed the might of his Body Art and exchanged a punch with his opponent.

Peng, the two iron fists crashed together, and waves of power surged out, turning into ripples that spread out in all directions.

Even if they were all prodigies here, they still felt pressure, and couldn’t help but retreat continuously.