Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao-Chapter 4702: Enemy arrives

None of the Imperial Clans agreed to stay on the Four Origin Planet to fight against the Yin souls.

This was clearly a suicidal action.

The Imperial Weapons could indeed delay them for a while, but could it last forever?

Moreover, there were 12 Ancestral Kings in the Twelve Lands of Death, so there were naturally 12 Imperial Weapons as well. If they really came to blows, they might not be at a disadvantage in terms of Great Emperor-level power.

Thus, the best course of action was to resolutely give up and leave the Four Origin Planet.

Ling Han pondered for a moment, then said, "If these Skeleton Saint Tools were attacking your ancestral grounds, what would you choose?"

These words instantly silenced everyone.

Could they bear to abandon the ancestral grounds and flee with only a limited number of people?

Don’t do unto others what you don’t want.

Ling Han swept an eye over the Saints, and continued, "It is impossible for the invasion of the Netherworld to stop. If we flee the moment they attack, there will eventually come a day when we will have no foothold!"

"Everyone, can the speed at which you push the ancestral grounds to leave compare to the speed at which the Skeleton Saint Tools attack?"

The Saints were even more silent, their expressions grim.

The Netherworld’s battle line was indeed not advancing very quickly. This was limited by the suppression of heaven and earth. However, the Skeleton Saint Tool could attack on its own, and with about a hundred of them arriving at the same time, what Imperial Clan would be able to withstand it?

Now, it was Four Origin Planet. What if it was Ziwei Imperial Clan, Donglin Imperial Clan or the Peacock Imperial Clan next?

The attacks of a few Imperial Weapons would definitely be able to blast open the imperial formation. At that time, the Skeleton Saint Tool would be able to penetrate deeply, and wouldn’t the people be massacred?

"Thus, we must have the courage to fight to the death!" Ling Han said.

"Let’s battle!" Brother Monkey raised the metal rod, divine light shooting from his eyes. His fighting spirit was already blazing.

"Let’s battle!" the young Imperial Sons said respectively.

Though the veteran Saints still had some hesitation in their hearts, they were all on the edge of death now. If Four Origin Planet was destroyed, then perhaps it would be their own ancestral planet’s turn next.

Moreover, if they didn’t help Ling Han, how could Ling Han possibly help them?

"All right, let’s battle!" The Saints all nodded.

There was really no way out for them. They were irreconcilable with the Netherworld, and there was absolutely no way that they could compromise and coexist. Thus, their only option was to battle.

Since they had made up their minds, the Saints also calmed down, and waited quietly.

In the upcoming great battle, it was possible that Saints would fall like rain.

But in the face of this kind of Interrealm War, how could the deaths of Saints be avoided?

No one could possibly stay out of it.

One day, two days, three days. All of a sudden, the air became incredibly oppressive.

Shua!

An attack suddenly blasted over. This was a flash of sword light, as long as 5,000 km. It was entwined with eight-star Regulations, and slashed over.

"Humph!"

Brother Monkey attacked, brandishing his staff to parry the sword light.

Peng! With a single strike, the sword light was instantly obliterated.

"Who are you, little brat!" Brother Monkey’s expression was filled with violence, as he slung the staff over his shoulder.

"Descendant of the Battle Saint Emperor." In space, a person walked out, extremely casual, as if he was walking in his own backyard.

This was a young man, his white robes fluttering, exuding an otherworldly air.

"And who are you?" Brother Monkey asked.

"The son of the Three Purity Great Emperor, Li Dangping," this young man said calmly. He was clearly showing off his strength, yet seemed to have no anger at all, which was a very conflicting scene.

The Three Purity Great Emperor!

Beneath them, the Saints all heard clearly that another identity of the Lords of Death had come to light.

However, it didn’t matter whether they knew their identities or not. In any case, these twelve people were definitely Great Emperors who had suppressed an era. Each of them had once been an invincible emperor.

When they thought of this, all the Saints trembled. How were they supposed to block this kind of enemy? Would they have any chance of winning?

"Come battle!" Brother Monkey brandished his staff and charged towards Li Dangping.

The current Brother Monkey had already successfully advanced into Three Stars. With a wave of his staff, there was a monstrous vicious might.

Boom!

Li Dangping swept out with his sword, and when Brother Monkey’s attack was blocked, he counterattacked aggressively. In just a few moves, he had the complete upper hand.

"Monkey, you’re not the son of a Great Emperor, so how can your aptitude compare to mine?" Li Dangping said calmly. He had also suppressed his cultivation level to three stars, but his battle prowess was enough to suppress Brother Monkey by three levels.

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However, Brother Monkey was completely unconcerned. So what if your battle prowess is stronger than mine? I still want to hit you!

Boom, an air of endless violence exuded from Brother Monkey’s body. This was fighting spirit. It actually forcibly increased his battle prowess, and gradually turned the tables on his opponent.

This!

Ling Han looked on with a frown.

The line of the Battle Saint Emperor were indeed natural battle maniacs. However, though Brother Monkey was presently domineering, he had sacrificed his life force as a price. This meant that Brother Monkey’s lifespan would be far from reaching the theoretical one million years of a Saint.

Even for those like the Battle Saint Emperor, who had battled all their lives, they had expended too much energy, and were completely unable to live a second life. They had long since gone to the edge of the universe.

This kind of bloodlust was already branded into the depths of their bodies, and could not be changed at all.

However, Ling Han didn’t stop him.

This was Brother Monkey’s choice. If he forcefully stopped him, that would be disrespectful to Brother Monkey.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but feel angered.

If it was not for the invasion of the Netherworld, would Brother Monkey have been forced into such a bloody battle?

Xiu, xiu, xiu! In space, multiple powerful auras appeared. Those were the Imperial Sons of the Twelve Lands of Death.

Shi Gang, Di Wuji, Zhang Yu, Lu Xun, and so on. All of them stood proudly in spaced, exuding an air of dominance.

The son of a Great Emperor was naturally extraordinary.

Ling Han was currently filled with anger. He immediately let out a battle cry, and charged over alone.

"Ling Han, you are too arrogant, aren’t you!" Di Wuji said coldly. He shot out a punch, which turned into a black wolf that was thirty thousand meters long, that pounced to bite at Ling Han.

"Scram!" Ling Han shouted loudly. Peng, this silver wolf was forcibly shattered.

What!

Di Wuji paled in shock. Was Ling Han really as strong as the legends said, to the extent that he could only look up to him in admiration?

How was this possible?

Boom, Ling Han had already charged over with his iron fists, bringing with him his nameless fury.

Peng!

Yang Yihuan, He Luo, Tong Ming, and the other Imperial Sons all summoned their Saint Tools at the same time. They joined forces to parry Ling Han’s attacks. However, with a single punch, these Imperial Sons were all sent flying, as if they were flowers scattered by a celestial maiden.

This caused all the Imperial Sons to feel chills all over their bodies. In the past, they had all been supreme king tiers that could shake the heavens and earth. Their natural talent could almost match that of their father. If it was not for the fact that only one person was allowed to become Emperor in an era, it may not be impossible for them to become Emperor.

Now that they had traversed countless years, wanting to become Emperor this era, they also thought that their strength was enough to sweep aside any so-called king tier. However, with more than ten of them joining forces, they were actually no match for a single punch from Ling Han!

"What a terrifying opponent!" a young man in black said with a faint smile. "I’m the third son of the Four Directions Great Emperor, Chang Tingjian."

Though the Chang Clan Clan had hold of the Galaxy Network, they themselves were very mysterious. To this day, no one knew where their ancestral grounds were.

Ling Han stared at Chang Tingjian, and frowned, "Eight-star Saint!"

It was not that he was wary of the other’s strength, but rather that his cultivation level was too high, and was close to the peak stage of Saint-level. Then, what if the other managed to become Emperor before him?

Instantly, his killing intent soared.