Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao-Chapter 4670: Mo Taiping

The battle had ended.

However, when everyone looked at Ling Han, their eyes were filled with resentment.

Wasn’t it?

He clearly could have easily defeated this black-robed young man, so why didn’t he make his move earlier? He caused all of them to be eliminated.

Ling Han smiled faintly. He didn’t have any friendship with these people, so why did he need them to cozy up to him?

Moreover, defeating one’s opponent was a personal responsibility, not accumulate to become points for the whole team. Could it be that they wanted Ling Han to beat their opponent half to death before letting these teammates finish him off to collect points?

This was a tournament!

Ling Han strode away. The flag had not appeared yet. Otherwise, he only had to obtain the battle flag, and he would be able to sit by and wait for others to come one by one to deliver points to his doorstep.

He was not in a rush either. By now, the majority should be hiding, waiting for the appearance of the flag, snatching it and last for the three days of the tournament.

For those whose abilities were not all that strong, this was the best chance for them to win.

That was because the brilliance of the flag soared into the skies. It could be seen from anywhere, and the target was too obvious. If it appeared too early, the chaotic battle it would cause would be too frightening, and the meaning of the tournament was lost.

Thus, the flag would only appear on the morning of the third day, and there was more than half a day’s time to contend for it.

Ling Han strolled slowly. If he encountered anyone, he would beat them up. If he didn’t, he would just treat it as a sightseeing trip.

Time passed very quickly, and two days flew by.

The sun rose on the third day, and at the same time, a dazzling light rose from the mountains, soaring into the skies. No matter which corner of the great mountain one was, they could clearly see it.

Ling Han smiled, and walked towards that streak of light.

In these two days, he had not defeated many people. There were only a mere eight, and they were not even as good as the black-robed young man from before.

—If the tournament ended at this time, then though the black-robed young man had been defeated by Ling Han, his ranking would be higher than Ling Han’s.

However, it didn’t matter how many people they defeated. The one who obtained the flag would definitely win.

This ensured that a great many elites would also come over to compete for the flag.

Obtaining the flag was a sure bet for a winning spot. Otherwise, how would you know if those weaker than you had defeated even more weaklings?

Xiu, xiu, xiu! Figures flew through the forest. Even those with weak abilities could no longer hold themselves back, and headed towards the flag.

Who knows, when others fought to the point that both sides were injured, he might be able to take advantage of the situation?

How fast was the speed of Celestial Path-level cultivators?

In a short while, Ling Han arrived at where the light had come from, and he was not the first person to come here. There were already seven people engaged in a battle royale, fighting for the flag. It was about three meters long, and the flag fluttered in the wind.

Ling Han strode over, and when he neared the battle, he saw that the seven people who were embroiled in the chaotic battle had actually all stopped, and then attacked him.

This attack was coordinated and extremely well coordinated.

If they teamed up at the last moment, their cooperation could not possibly be so good.

Thus, these seven people were simply faking it, causing others to be careless, thinking that they could take advantage of the situation. In the end, they would fall for the trap.

He had been caught off guard, and it was a team of seven at that. They were all at Cauldron Forging Tier—although the strongest was only at Three Cauldrons, it was believed that even a Six Cauldrons or even Seven Cauldrons would be affected.

Joy appeared on the seven people’s faces at the same time. If he only reacted now, he would definitely be hit.

Peng!

The seven attacks landed, but the joy on their faces suddenly disappeared.

Where was he?

There was no sign of Ling Han among the seven of them.

"Are you guys looking for me?" Ling Han’s calm voice sounded from the sidelines.

"You!" The seven of them were both stunned and terrified. How had Ling Han managed to escape from their siege?

"Because I’m strong!" Ling Han said with a smile, launching an attack.

Peng! Peng! Peng! Peng!

Even if he had only unleashed the power of Six Cauldrons, his battle awareness was still Saint-level. Wouldn’t it be easy for him to defeat a few cultivators who were only at Three Cauldrons at most?

In just two or three moves, Ling Han defeated all seven of them.

He twisted his neck, and looked towards the forest on his left side, "How much longer do you want to continue watching?"

A young man walked out of the forest, his figure as straight as a spear.

"Zhang Hanjun?" the young man asked.

"That’s me." Ling Han nodded.

The young man bared his teeth in a grin, "I am Mo Taiping!"

Mo Taiping!

The person with the highest cultivation level in this tournament.

Ling Han naturally wouldn’t take it to heart. To him, this kind of martial arts competition was only for show, and wasn’t challenging at all.

"The flag is in my hands now, and you’re here to snatch it?" Ling Han pulled up the flag that had been planted into the ground, and waved it in a circle in his hands. Then, he gripped it with both hands. It could be used as both a spear and a staff.

Mo Taiping stared at Ling Han and said, "If you haven’t earned enough points yet, I advise you to hand over the flag. Otherwise, if you’re defeated by me, you won’t be able to enter the top five."

Ling Han smiled faintly, "Yi, why did you snatch my lines?"

Mo Taiping showed a hint of pride, "In this place, no one can defeat me!"

What confidence.

However, he was a Seven Cauldrons. How many people in the world could cultivate to this kind of height?

"I have a nickname, Miracle Creator," Ling Han said. "If you don’t believe it, don’t blame me if you cry after being beaten."

"Hahaha!" Mo Taiping laughed loudly, and then became baleful, "Then your path of advancement will end here."

Xiu, his figure moved, and charged towards Ling Han.

So fast, as expected of Seven Cauldrons.

Ling Han was unconcerned. No matter how heaven-defying this guy’s abilities were, he could still increase his cultivation accordingly. In any case, he was a "Spirit Devouring Physique", and whatever cultivation level he was, wasn’t it up to him to decide?

He used the flag like a staff, and smashed it directly towards Mo Taiping.

The staff was a long weapon, and the longer the weapon, the stronger it was. Condensing the power of Six Cauldrons, it was definitely more terrifying than the crushing power of a mountain.

The might of this weapon had already been unleashed, and even Mo Taiping did not dare to take it head-on. He hurriedly leaped out to dodge.

After dodging this strike, he was about to counterattack, but Ling Han’s staff swept over again. Borrowing the momentum of the previous strike, not only was the force stronger, the attack speed was even faster.

Mo Taiping’s counterattack came to an abrupt stop, and he had no choice but to dodge again.

However, just as he was about to attack again, the staff smashed over again.

F***!

Mo Taiping cursed in his heart, but could only dodge again.

After over a dozen consecutive exchanges, he was completely suppressed. Ling Han’s staff strikes were seamless, and every strike could borrow the power of the previous strike to increase the might of his attack, completely unleashing the weight and ferocity of the long weapon.

If he could suppress Ling Han in terms of power, he could completely take it head-on, but the problem was that he was only "higher" than Ling Han by a minor level.

This made him feel depressed and driven mad.

Even against an opponent one or two minor levels higher than himself, he hadn’t felt so aggrieved. He could look for an opportunity to win while being suppressed. In fact, he could directly suppress his opponent.

Hiss, could it be that this opponent was even more awesome than him in terms of natural talent in cultivation?

This thought flashed through Mo Taiping’s mind, and he hurriedly shook his head.