Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao-Chapter 4669: Truth and falsehood

The black-robed young man was incredibly domineering.

Not only did he have a special physique, but his cultivation level wasn’t low either, reaching the level of Five Cauldrons. It could be said that aside from Ling Han, no one could compare to him.

His cultivation level was higher, and he also had a special physique, allowing him to have the upper hand completely even if he was fighting against nine people alone. Furthermore, it was an absolute upper hand.

It wasn’t long before one of them was wounded by his sword. A deep gash was left on his chest, and blood gushed out violently.

And this was still because the black-robed young man had held back. Otherwise, with the might of this strike, it was enough to slice him into two.

The black-robed young man bared his teeth in a grin, "A bunch of trash!"

The remaining people were all shocked. Even with nine against one, they were still unable to stop this guy?

"Zhang Hanjun, are you not going to make your move?" someone called out to Ling Han.

Though this Lord’s physique was not of much use in battle, he was still a Six Cauldrons. In terms of cultivation level, he was superior to the black-robed young man.

Ling Han wore an expression of righteousness as he said, "Using numbers to bully someone weaker than me is something that should be disdained. I disdain from doing such a thing!"

F***!

This made his eight teammates want to turn around and beat him up. How could there be such a pedantic person?

Oh, in a life-and-death battle, do you also have to speak of such so-called righteousness?

Peng!

The black-robed young man shot out a foot, and sent another person flying. He had directly broken three of the latter’s bones, and dealt with another opponent.

He attacked aggressively. If he attacked without any reservations, his battle results would definitely be even more fruitful, but the present him had to hold back when he attacked, which naturally affected his battle prowess.

Even so, his efficiency was still astonishingly high. He would be able to dispose of an opponent in a few exchanges.

And as the number of people ganging up on him became lesser and lesser, the pressure on the black-robed young man also became lesser and lesser, and his expression naturally became more and more relaxed.

In a total of ten minutes, he had defeated all nine of them.

The black-robed young man sheathed his sword, then turned to look at Ling Han, and said calmly, "Do you think that I would spare you since you had not made your move just now?"

Meanwhile, Ling Han’s expression was stern, "Are you doubting my character?"

"Haha, are there really such foolish people nowadays? That would be adhering to the rules of fairness?" The black-robed young man shook his head, appearing very disdainful.

"Of course there is. I am this kind of righteous, good young man," Ling Han said with a smile.

Pei!

His nine teammates all grumbled in their minds. If they had known this earlier, they would have let Ling Han attack first. Why had they gone to so much trouble?

The black-robed young man gave an ’oh’, and drew his sword again, "Whether you are really stupid or just pretending to be stupid, since you have encountered me, your path of advancement will end here."

"Come." Ling Han crooked a finger at him.

The black-robed young man immediately charged over with sword in hand. Shua, the strike turned into a cold light. He was one with his sword, showing extremely high natural talent in cultivation.

Ling Han’s feet moved, and he shot out a palm strike.

His movement just happened to dodge the black-robed young man’s attack, and the timing of his palm strike was calculated to the extreme, just landing on the black-robed young man’s waist.

Peng, the black cloth flew like butterflies scattering, and the black-robed young man was instantly sent flying. A patch of white appeared on his waist. As it turned out, his clothes had been shattered by Ling Han’s palm strike.

If it was just a sparring match, the black-robed young man should have already admitted defeat, but now, one had to defeat his opponent.

The black-robed young man lowered his eyes for a look, and couldn’t help but frown, "I have underestimated you. After all, you are a Six Cauldrons."

Weng, he lightly channelled the long sword, and instantly, a coldness rose up.

Ling Han gave an ’oh’, and said, "So you don’t have any ice physique. This special ability comes from this sword."

This was a Spirit Tool.

What!

The people who were knocked down were stunned. A Spirit Tool?

’F*ck! A Cauldron Forging Tier cultivator already possesses a Spirit Tool?’

Did you have heaven-defying luck? Or did you come from a noble clan? Is that why you managed to possess a Spirit Tool so early?

They were also extremely dissatisfied, and thought that they had lost unjustly. They had clearly lost to the other’s Spirit Tool.

The black-robed young man was astounded. "I didn’t expect your insight to be so good."

Ling Han laughed loudly, "It’s not like you haven’t seen that I am stronger."

The expression of the black-robed young man changed drastically, looking a little ugly. The torn clothing at his waist was clear proof of Ling Han’s words.

"That was just my negligence." He humphed, then brandished his sword and charged towards Ling Han.

Xiu, xiu, xiu! Coldness continued to form on the blade of the sword, shooting rapidly towards Ling Han.

Ling Han didn’t attack at all. He simply formed a shield in front of him, blocking all the coldness that assaulted him.

The black-robed young man had already charged over, his sword slashing towards Ling Han’s neck.

Looking at his ruthless expression, it seemed like he really wanted to chop off Ling Han’s head.

Ling Han’s feet moved, and there was no need for him to use any movement techniques. He had already walked out his own path. Every move, every blow was an amazing move, which conformed to the principles of heaven and earth.

He easily dodged this vicious sword strike, and delivered another light palm strike.

Peng, the black-robed young man was sent flying again. Pieces of cloth flew in the air, and another large part of the fabric at his waist was missing, almost revealing his entire waist.

This strike was not heavy, but the black-robed young man’s expression was ugly.

To him, this was a humiliation.

’You did it on purpose, didn’t you?’

He roared loudly, and charged back again.

Ling Han used the same trick again, easily dodging the attack. Then, he sent out a palm strike. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Peng, this palm strike still landed on the black-robed young man’s waist, but the black-robed young man’s body seemed to have turned into mud. The part that had sustained the force directly collapsed, making Ling Han’s hand seem to have sunk into the other’s body.

Yi?

"Haha, do you think I’ll fall for this trick after suffering twice?" the black-robed young man sneered. It was as if the sunken part of his body had turned into threads that wrapped around Ling Han’s wrist.

"Die!" He turned around and stabbed his sword at Ling Han’s chest.

In this strike, he had avoided Ling Han’s heart, but as long as it pierced through, it would definitely be considered Ling Han’s loss.

The other nine were all watching dumbfounded. They had never imagined that the black-robed young man’s body would actually undergo such a bizarre change.

"He certainly has a special physique!"

"It’s not something like an ice physique, but something like mud. He can avoid damage and cling to his opponent."

"Hiss!"

This was too unexpected. After "revealing" that he did not have a special physique, no one could have possibly imagined that this guy really did have a special physique.

How could Ling Han block this strike?

Ling Han smiled faintly, and directly shot out a punch.

Peng!

This punch was extremely accurate, and when it landed on the sword’s blade, it avoided the sharp blade. A massive force landed, and the sword’s blade was instantly sent flying.

Simple, rough, but effective.

This was the benefit of having overwhelming power.

Ling Han smiled, and swung his right arm. Because his wrist was "stuck" by the black-robed young man, with this wave, the black-robed young man’s whole body was also swung.

Peng! Peng! Peng! Peng!

The black-robed young man was instantly smashed madly, and in a few moments, he was knocked unconscious. His limbs were spread out, and white foam was spewing from his mouth.