Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao C.3964: Battering the Imperial Son

The Imperial Clan was indeed impressive. They basically had an Imperial Weapon as their overseer, and had deep roots. In fact, there was practically no gap in the ranks of Saints.

However, there was a strange phenomenon, and that was the Imperial Clan was no longer able to produce an Ancestral King. It was as if all their fortune had been used up that Ancestral King of the clan. Their descendants would be despised by the heaven and earth, and would be lacking that sliver of luck.

Becoming an Emperor was not only a matter of natural talent, hard work, and abilities. Luck was really indispensable.

Hence, a great many Great Emperors had all started from being ordinary.

Hearing Ling Han's words, Lin Lang was speechless at first, then humphed, "You are really thick-skinned, to actually dare compare yourself to a future Great Emperor!"

Boom, his palm descended, and it was as if a house was pressing down, forming a dark mass. Ling Han leaped forwards, and his fist landed on that colossal palm. Instantly, a flash of light bloomed, and masses of seals exploded, forming a terrifying explosion.

However, after combusting his Imperial Blood, Lin Lang was truly too powerful. His battle prowess soared to the Ninth Heaven, and he could practically kill 99% of the Core Formation Tier cultivators.

Ling Han was instantly forcefully pressed down. Peng! The massive palm slammed into the ground, causing dust to fly into the air.

"Young Master is mighty!"

"Young Master is so domineering!"

The purple-robed man and red-clothed woman both called out, their expressions filled with reverence. Even if they were both in the Core Formation Tier, if it was them facing this attack, they could only die immediately.

Thus, Ling Han, who was in the Cauldron Forging Tier, was definitely going to die.

Lin Lang retracted his palm, causing dust to fly into the air again. Amidst the dust, a man was also standing tall like a javelin.

What!

The purple-robed man and the red-clothed woman both gaped, wearing expressions of disbelief. Meanwhile, Lin Qi wasn't much better off either. His eyes were almost popping out of his head.

How was this possible?

Meanwhile, Lin Lang frowned. His opponent's power was clearly several levels weaker than his. Logically speaking, with a palm strike from him, his opponent would definitely be turned into mush. How could he still be completely unscathed?

"Combusting the Imperial Blood is indeed very strong," Ling Han remarked with a nod.

Lin Lang's raw power could reach above First Heaven. After combusting the Imperial Blood, his power actually rushed up to Eighth Heaven. Then, he cast a Venerate Tier-level celestial technique, and his battle prowess easily broke through to Ninth Heaven.

It could only be said that the Ancestral King was really too strong, so strong that they had surpassed logic. Even if they had long since died, under the influence of the bloodline, it could actually cause their descendants to explode. This was truly terrifying.

Ling Han sighed ruefully on the other side, while Lin Lang was about to go crazy.

He had ignited his Imperial Blood, and he was still unable to defeat a cultivator of the same cultivation level?

Hu!

He waved his hands repeatedly, and rapidly delivered a palm strike at Ling Han.

Ling Han was unafraid, and brandished his fists in response.

Peng, peng, peng! After every attack, the ground would rumble, as if it was about to tear down the Holy Land. But in truth, the Holy Land had been reinforced by generations of Venerate Tier elites, and even a great battle on the level of Sect Master would only be able to blast down a few rocks.

However, this kind of battle also attracted a great many people.

"Yi, isn't this Ling Han?"

"It can't be, right? There is actually someone that can stand against him at the same cultivation level, and even has the upper hand?"

"Who is this monster?"

"Hiss, I get it! Look, Lin Qi is still at the side."

"I understand now. That's the descendant of the Ancestral King Fire Clouds!"

"In the case of Cauldron Forging Tier, only one person fits the criteria, and that is Lin Lang."

"Imperial Son, Lin Lang!"

Everyone inhaled sharply. The Imperial Clan was transcendent, and would not be affected by the division of the four Heavenly Realms. For example, the Buddhist Race was even more so not one of the four Heavenly Realms, which had surpassed the mortal bonds.

And in the Galaxy Network's rankings, though there were also figures of the Imperial Clan, they were only from a side branch like Lin Qi. It was impossible for a real Imperial Son or Imperial Daughter to appear.

For example, Prosperous Heaven. In fact, she was only the Holy Daughter of the Buddhist Sect of North Heavenly Realm. However, only her beauty was ranked, and there was no information on her battle prowess.

However, in terms of battle prowess, she was definitely no weaker than Feng Jixing.

"Who would've thought? Ling Han actually alerted the Imperial Clan."

"Sigh, it can't be helped. In front of the Imperial Clan, no matter how supremely prodigious you are, you can only bow your head."

"Because it is an Imperial Clan!"

Everyone felt rueful, and they all shook their heads. Whether it was Ling Han and Zhu Chengyun, the so-called number one person in Cauldron Forging Tier, their reputations were ranked with the Imperial Clan being excluded from consideration. Otherwise, to say nothing of number one, it was impossible for them to even be in the top ten.

However, those Imperial Daughters and Imperial Sons were too low-key, and had not Thus, most of them only left behind a name, and no

connected to Galaxy Network at

one could see their true appearance.

Hong! Hong! Hong

Lin Lang unleashed his might, beating down on Ling Han. In fact, he channelled out the Imperial Techniqueagain, intending to completely dispose of Ling Han.

However, faced with Ling Han's only Celestial Cauldron, unless his battle prowess overwhelmed him by Six Heavens and above, this kind of attack would be completely disintegrated by the only Celestial Cauldron, and would not cause the slightest bit of effect.

However, Ling Han wasn't the type to take a beating passively.

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With a thought from Ling Han, the massive Celestial Cauldron in his mind appeared above his head. Instantly, a vast and mighty aura circulated, as if an emperor was out on a tour. It was majestic and dignified, causing reverence to rise up from the bottom of one's heart.

The Foundation Building Tier cultivators and Cauldron Forging Tier cultivators who were watching the battle in the distance instantly fell to their knees. Only the Core Formation Tier cultivators were exempted, though they were also a little terrified, as if they were

blaspheming against a Great Emperor.

Boom, the Celestial Cauldron's aura surged out. Lin Lang gave a muffled humph, and his palm was instantly unable to continue its descent.

He paled in shock. He had ignited his Imperial Blood, and it was as if he were a Great Emperor from his youth, but now, he was actually feeling fear. Even his legs were weak, and he wanted to kneel down. This was too exaggerated, wasn't it?

He was the Imperial Son, and the blood flowing in his body was the Imperial Bloodline. Just how high and noble was that? How could he kneel down?

Lin Lang forcefully suppressed it, but the Imperial Blood was cooling down on its own. His body had turned from 30 meters to 27 meters, and then from 27 meters to 24 meters... in a short while, he had returned to his original form.

He felt his head go numb. The burning of the Imperial Blood had not ended, and he had actually been forcefully beaten out of this state. This was practically like a dream.

Ling Han cracked a smile, "It's my turn now, right?"

Xiu, he pounced out, and shot out a punch.

Peng! Faced with Ling Han's might, Lin Lang was completely no match. He was sent flying with a single punch, and then fell heavily onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Ling Han charged forward, swinging his fists mercilessly.

Peng, peng, peng! Lin Lang was thrashed, and could only curl his body into a ball, his hands protecting his vital points. Then, he could only allow Ling Han to attack him as he liked.

F***!

Seeing this scene, those who were watching the battle all spat out their tongues.

No way.

It had just been said that the Imperial Clan was invincible. The so-called number one Foundation Building Tier cultivator, the number one Cauldron Forging Tier cultivator were all named, with the Imperial Clans being excluded from consideration. Now, however, there was a member of the Imperial Clan that was being pressed onto the ground and thrashed.

How could they trust their own eyes?

Heavens, was he going to rewrite history, and create a legend?

Peng, peng, peng! Ling Han was beating him up happily. F*ck, who had he trifled with? He

was really sick. Did he think he was an easy target to bully?

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