Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao C.3963 So what if you are the Imperial Prince?

3963 So what if you are the Imperial Prince?

The True Dragon, the Divine Phoenix, the Qilin and so on were all Divine Beasts from the ancient era. This could be considered the first generation Ancestral Kings, and was born with the birth of the heaven and earth. However, after they died, there were no more Divine Beasts in the world. They had become legendary symbols.

However, as long as it was associated with the Divine Beast, this meant that it was powerful.

Lin Lang threw a punch, and it actually transformed into an Azure Dragon. Though this was only a simulation, it still showed just how strong he was.

Seeing the might of this punch, the purple-robed man and the red-clothed woman naturally revealed proud expressions. This was their Young Master, a prodigy of the Imperial Clan!

Meanwhile, Lin Qi revealed an expression of jealousy. He admitted that his natural talent was not much inferior to Lin Lang's, but precisely because he came from a side branch, he was unable to learn the Imperial Technique, and was also unable to get the help of the Imperial Weapon to create a Fusion Cauldron.

Otherwise, he would also be able to stand proudly in front of Ling Han and knock this guy down with a single punch.

Boom! The Azure Dragon surged over, unleashing an indescribable might.

Ling Han estimated Lin Lang's battle prowess. In terms of power, the latter had reached the First Heaven of the Core Formation Tier and above, but had not touched the Second Heaven yet. It was probable that the former had fused the Nine Cauldrons into one. Furthermore, the quality of the Celestial Cauldron was also very high, and would not be inferior to the Nine Coloured Glass Cauldron. Otherwise, even if the cauldrons were fused, the power of the cauldron could not possibly be so strong.

And this attack had developed into the Azure Dragon. It was very possible that it was a Saint Technique that had pushed the might of this punch to the height of Third Heaven and above.

This was very strong, enough to suppress any ordinary cultivator in the middle stage of the Core Formation Tier. However, in front of Ling Han, this wasn't enough.

Ling Han snapped his fingers, and xiu, a gust of wind shot out, just hitting the Azure Dragon's head. An incredibly deep power surged past, destroying everything in its path, blasting this Azure Dragon into smithereens.

What!

Upon seeing this, Lin Lang instantly wore an expression of disbelief. Meanwhile, Lin Qi was also gaping in shock. Meanwhile, the purple-robed man and the red-clothed woman both wore expressions of constipation.

Lin Qi had indeed seen Ling Han defeat Lu Qi before. That was a prodigy of the Core Formation Tier, which was enough proof that Ling Han could match the early stage of the Core Formation Tier, or even surpass it.

But who was Lin Lang?

Imperial Son!

Hence, he believed that Lin Lang was even stronger, far beyond the reach of Lu Qi and Ling Han.

However, after exchanging blows, he finally realized that he had been wrong. As it turned out, Ling Han's strength was not inferior to the Imperial Son at all.

Lin Lang frowned slightly, and said, "I have underestimated you."

Ling Han cracked a smile, "I didn't underestimate you, though."

Lin Lang instantly felt anger rise up from the bottom of his heart. He stared coldly at Ling Han, and said, "You can block a blow from me, but that does not mean that you are really capable of matching me!"

"One blow?" Ling Han asked calmly.

F***, it was another head-on strike!

Lin Lang clenched his fists tightly, his expression even uglier.

With a battle cry, he charged towards Ling Han, and no longer used long-distance attacks to kill him.

—Initially, he had thought that a casual action would be enough to let Ling Han know what true strength was, but now, if he did not use his true strength, it would be impossible for him to deal with this opponent.

Hong! Hong! Hong!

He attacked repeatedly, incredibly fierce, wanting to take Ling Han down with thunderous force.

Ling Han parried every move, completely unconcerned.

'I really can't underestimate the heroes of the world,' he thought to himself. 'Look, just a random person is a prodigy that has fused the Nine Cauldrons into one. Then, would there be a super genius that has fused ten cauldrons into one?'

If Lin Lang knew what he was thinking, he would definitely be very depressed, because how many Imperial Clans were there in the whole universe? Only the most important heirs of the Imperial Clans were qualified to create a Fusion Cauldron, and there were pitifully few of them.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Lin Lang shouted loudly.

His hair fluttered in the wind, and each strand of hair was entwined with astonishing energy. If one strand floated down, it would be enough to kill a Nine Cauldrons prodigy.

Ling Han merely defended and did not attack. He wanted to see the true Imperial Technique.

After exchanging a few dozen more blows, Lin Lang felt humiliated.

Previously, he had put on too much airs, and looked down on Ling Han, as if he would be able to deal with Ling Han in a few moves. In the end? They had already fought for so long, and the two of them were still in a tie.

How humiliating.

"Sword, come!" he shouted lightly, and the space between his brows split open, and a dark green long sword instantly flew out.

This was the standard replica of the Lin Clan's Imperial Weapon, the Jade Water Sword. Any important heir would have it, but with different cultivation levels and different identities, the might of the Jade Water Sword would also be different.

"Die!"

His hand gripped the hilt of his sword, and delivered a slash at Ling Han.

Weng, Sword Qi bloomed, dazzling and resplendent.

Ling Han clenched his hand into a fist, and the Starlight Screen spread open, wrapping around his fist, forming a layer of protection as he faced the sharp sword head-on.

Though the only Celestial Cauldron could absorb power, it did not have much protection against the slashes of sharp weapons. Thus, if he wanted to take a sharp weapon head-on, it was better to use the Starlight Screen.

Peng! Peng! Peng!

Ling Han's fist collided with the sword's blade, sending bursts of light into the surroundings.

Lin Lang shockingly discovered that even if he used his Spirit Tool, he was actually still unable to suppress Ling Han.

It should be known that this was a replica of the Imperial Weapon. It had a sliver of Imperial Might, and could be claimed to be invincible. But now, faced with Ling Han's fist, it was actually unable to injure him in the slightest. How could he accept this?

"Good one, brat!" he exclaimed lightly, withdrawing the last sliver of his contempt.

This person was powerful enough to rival him.

"Eight Heavenly King Techniques!" He sheathed his sword, then formed his hands into claws, adopting a very peculiar posture.

Imperial Technique!

Ling Han's heart instantly clenched, and then a strong anticipation rose up in him. He finally had a chance to compete with the Imperial Technique.

Boom, Lin Lang's claw attacked. It was like an Azure Dragon stretching out its claws, or like a divine phoenix hunting a flood dragon. That aura was majestic and boundless.

The Imperial Technique was created by the Great Emperor, so it was naturally grand and majestic.

Ling Han finally became serious, and greeted the attack with the Great Overarching Heaven Technique.

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The two of them exchanged a blow, and instantly, a figure was sent flying. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

It was Lin Lang.

Even if he used the Imperial Technique, he could only stimulate his battle prowess to Fourth Heaven and above. Compared to Ling Han, the gap was not just a little bit.

"What!" Lin Lang could not accept this. He was a noble Imperial Son, and was a hundred times nobler than any Dao Child, yet he was actually no match for a lowly commoner. How could he accept this?

"Ah!" His face was flushed red, and a terrifying aura surged from his body.

He was burning his Imperial Blood.

Even if he was the Imperial Son, and had a pure bloodline, it was actually relative. However, he was not the first generation Imperial Son, after all, so the number of times he could burn the Imperial Blood was only a dozen over times more than Lin Qi.

This was his trump card. Originally, he would not use it unless it was crucial, but now, an Imperial Son was actually no match for an ordinary ant. This caused a great blow to his pride.

The pride of the Imperial Clan would not allow him to fail. Thus, he was determined to defeat Ling Han at all costs.

The Imperial Blood ignited, and the effect was instantaneous. His body suddenly expanded, turning into a giant that was as tall as 30 meters, possessing monstrous might.

"In front of the Imperial Clan, all are ants!" Lin Lang shouted loudly. Then, he waved his palm towards Ling Han. An extremely deep power reverberated, so terrifying that it could not be described.

Ling Han smiled faintly, "Didn't the Great Emperor also start off as an ordinary person? On the other hand, has the Imperial Clan produced another Great Emperor?"

He leaped up, greeting Lin Lang's attack.