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Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao-Chapter 4747: Limits
Chapter 4747: Limits
Editor: Henyee Translations
However, in the hands of Little Ye, he could allow the Regulations of Time to unleash a completely different effect.
How was this done?
Ling Han had also thought about this before. If he could grasp the Regulations of Time, would he be able to age the Great Emperor in an instant? However, he was told by Buddha Doga that the Great Emperor was self-contained, and this would be ineffective.
He was already invincible against all opponents below the level of Great Emperor, so he naturally couldn’t be bothered to waste this time. He focused on cultivating the Regulations of Time.
Furthermore, it was highly possible that this would not succeed. After all, if Time was disturbed, that would be equivalent to disturbing the great dao, which would lead to extremely serious consequences.
Hence, he was very curious now, and his fighting spirit blazed.
"Come fight me!" Ling Han shouted. He wouldn’t treat this "person" in front of him like a child.
The other party could control time, so perhaps he himself was an old geezer.
Little Ye bared his teeth in a grin, "The greatest prodigy of all eternity, I am really curious. To become a toothless old geezer, or a little brat wrapped in a diaper, how interesting would that be."
Ling Han also smiled, "That would have to depend on your abilities."
"En, let me think, should I turn you into an infant, or an old geezer?" Little Ye said, biting on his finger. Because he now looked like a child, no one felt discomforted by his display.
However, everyone had seen how he looked like as an adult before, and when this scene flashed past in their minds, it naturally gave rise to a strong feeling of dissonance.
"Better turn into a child first!" Little Ye stretched out a hand, and pressed it down on Ling Han. Then, he began to spin counter-clockwise.
Ling Han suddenly felt an indescribable feeling assault him, causing him to undergo some kind of change.
Young age!
He could feel it, but right at this moment, with the light of great dao lightly flickering in his mind, this feeling instantly disappeared.
He stood there like a god.
"Yi?" Little Ye looked extremely surprised.
How was this possible?
Why had it not taken effect?
"Strange!" He once again turned his hand clockwise.
Weng, Ling Han had a strange feeling again. This time, he felt like time was urging him to age.
However, in his mind, the light of great dao trembled slightly, and this feeling instantly disappeared without a trace.
"Hehe, hehe!" Little Ye retracted his hand, and stopped trying, "As expected of the number one prodigy of all eternity. You are indeed powerful, capable of resisting even my Mystical Power of Time."
Ling Han’s expression remained calm, yet a sliver of hope flashed through his mind.
If it was not for the fact that he had previously entered into the Primitive Abyss and refined the Genesis Substance, and thus cultivated the light of great dao, it was very possible that he would have already become an infant or an old geezer.
Just look at the large black dog and Brother Monkey. They have completely lost their battle prowess now, and was at the mercy of others.
In an instant, Ling Han’s killing intent blazed. This kind of opponent was too terrifying, and could cause a massive blow to his own side.
He had to deal with him as soon as possible.
Sensing Ling Han’s killing intent, Little Ye giggled, "Yo, yo, yo, why are you suddenly filled with killing intent? However, Ling Han, even if you are the greatest prodigy of all eternity, you are still far from being able to kill me."
After saying this, his body suddenly enlarged, turning into a man in his early twenties. He stood tall, his aura filled with might.
"Then let’s battle!" Ling Han charged over. As he shot out a punch, he went all out, and all 43 flashes of Regulations were shot out.
Little Ye greeted the incoming attack, and confronted Ling Han head-on.
When their fists collided, Little Ye’s body suddenly trembled for a moment, and actually became two people. Then, they continuously overlapped into one, and then split into two again, repeating the same process.
Peng, the attack landed, and Little Ye suddenly stumbled backwards.
His face was a little pale, but he did not spurt out blood. Instead, he nodded, "How impressive. I have underestimated you."
Meanwhile, Ling Han was astonished. This was because he had seen Ling Han continuously splitting into two before combining into one again. This wasn’t a shadow image after rapid movement. Instead, he had genuinely transformed into two people.
Was this another application of the Regulations of Time?
Meanwhile, everyone was astounded. Someone had actually survived a clash with Ling Han? This was far too terrifying.
Where had this monster come from?
"Again!" Ling Han let out a battle cry, raised his fist, and waved it again.
Peng!
In this exchange of blows, Little Ye’s body trembled, and manifested into three figures, but very soon, he became four, five, and only when there were seven, did he finally stabilize.
"Impressive, truly impressive!" he said sincerely, "You almost pushed me to my limits. I have to admit, you are really strong, qualified to be called number one in all eternity."
What was the meaning of this?
If Ling Han was number one in history, then wouldn’t you be even stronger if you "were almost pushed to your limits"?
"You still haven’t reached your limit?" Ling Han smiled faintly, and charged out again. "Then I’ll help you fight it out!"
Hong! Hong! Hong!
He threw punch after punch, but Little Ye’s body split into seven, and each of his seven bodies took on the attacks respectively, but he was very calm and relaxed.
However, Ling Han was completely unconcerned, and his attacks became faster and faster.
This time, Little Ye’s expression finally changed.
Though he was still continuously splitting into seven to disperse the might of Ling Han’s attacks, his seven bodies were continuously trembling, as if they were about to shatter.
Finally, when Ling Han threw another punch, Little Ye didn’t dare to take it head-on anymore. Instead, he turned into a streak of light, and xiu, he appeared extremely far away.
He was no longer calm, but rather looked at Ling Han with a dark expression.
This was a slap to the face.
Just now, he had still been boasting, saying that Ling Han hadn’t made him hit his limit yet. In the end, however, he was being punched again and again by Ling Han. There was nothing fancy about it, and there was no variation at all as Ling Han hit him until he couldn’t bear it anymore.
His summoning doppelgangers were actually neutralized by Ling Han in such a violent manner.
Previously, he had continuously split into seven. It was he who had summoned the six versions of himself of the past and future at the same time, so that they could share Ling Han’s attack.
However, Ling Han’s attacks were too fast and too heavy. Even if there were seven "selves" to share the burden, under the continuous and endless attacks, the "selves" in the entire chain of time still sustained extremely heavy blows, and could no longer be summoned.
Otherwise, no matter which "selves" in the chain of time was injured, it would affect the current "self".
How could there be such a terrifying guy?
It should be known that he did not have a mortal body!
Seeing that Ling Han was finally on the upper hand, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. However, Little Ye was actually strong to this extent, and was finally outmatched after exchanging so many blows with Ling Han. This still made everyone dumbfounded.
"Humph!" With a wave of his hand, weng, space was torn apart, and a human figure that was completely enshrouded in golden light appeared.
Natural-born Gold Spirit!
Hiss, this Little Ye was indeed from the Lands of Death!
Which Great Emperor’s son was this? To actually possess such astonishing battle prowess?
After the Natural-born Gold Spirit it was another sixteen Skeleton Saint Tools. Though more than half of them had been destroyed by Ling Han, it was still no problem for them to take out sixteen of them.
Finally, it was the Imperial Sons and Imperial Daughters, one after another.