Alchemy Emperor Of The Divine Dao Chapter 4051: Battle God Palace

Chapter 4051: Battle G.o.d Palace

Planets flashed before his eyes, ten thousand miles in an instant.

Peng!

Ling Han fell heavily, and crashed onto solid rock. Instantly, he felt a strong urge to vomit. However, his physique was too shocking, and this feeling immediately disappeared.

“Yi, this newcomer actually didn’t throw up!” A voice rang out.

“Stunned silly?” someone asked with a laugh.

“I don’t think so.”

Ling Han crawled to his feet, and saw that he should be in a cave. Torches were lit all around him, illuminating the s.p.a.ce.

Aside from him, there were also 34 young people here. There were men and women, and they were either standing or sitting. Every single one of them was exuding an extraordinary aura. They were definitely giants among men.

That was definite.

How had he come here?

Naturally, it was that “stamp” on his hand that had acted as a lighthouse, stimulating the Transfer Formation that spanned across galaxies, and where had that “stamp” been placed? The Young Dragon Trial!

Was there no memory of it?

The Three Styles of the G.o.d of War… the Battle G.o.d Palace!

This was too ironic. He had just been targeted by the Battle G.o.d Palace, and in the end, he had actually been teleported to the Battle G.o.d Palace. This was practically walking into a tiger’s den.

Why had he changed his appearance and soul at the first instant?

The reason was very simple. He did not want to be recognized by the Battle G.o.d Palace.

“Hey, brat, have you gone stupid?” A young man shouted at Ling Han with a hint of disdain, “We are talking to you!”

Ling Han’s eyes swept over them. Everyone here was at the level of the Core Formation Tier. At this level, did he need to fear anyone?

“Do you know what’s going on?” Ling Han asked.

“Brat, I’m the one asking you!” The young man stood up, raised his voice, and shouted at Ling Han.

Peng!

Right at this moment, another person was teleported over, and fell from midair, landing solidly on the ground.

Xiu, xiu, xiu! Peng, peng, peng!

One after another, in these few short minutes, twelve people were actually teleported over, one after another.

“Newcomers, all of you listen up!” The young man who had previously shouted at Ling Han cleared his throat, “My name is Li Lei, and this is Han Yue, our Boss Han. From now onwards, everyone has to listen to Boss Han.”

“What Boss Han? Why do we have to obey his commands?” Immediately, someone was defiant.

Li Lei humphed coldly, and said, “Because Boss Han is ranked 2537th in the Galaxy Network. Which one of you can catch up to him?”

When these words fell, everyone was instantly speechless.

Ranked in the 2000s in the Galaxy Network. That was too awesome. In any galaxy, this could be considered a top prodigy.

Meanwhile, Han Yue finally spoke up, saying, “You’ve all been teleported here, so do you have any clues?”

Quite a number of people shook their heads, but there were also some that nodded.

Han Yue smiled, “I believe that you have all partic.i.p.ated in the Young Dragon Trial before, right?”

“Oh!” Instantly, realization dawned on those who had been shaking their heads just now. After all, those who could pa.s.s the Young Dragon Trial could at least be called a prodigy. Of course, top-tier prodigies were rarer, and Han Yue could be counted as one of them, but there was really no one else as freakish as Ling Han.

Peng, peng, peng! Just as they were speaking, another person was teleported over.

Ling Han was astounded. Just how many places had this Battle G.o.d Palace set up the Young Dragon Trial?

It could be imagined that the reason why they had gone to so much effort was definitely not because they had teleported them over to kill them. After all, it was all too coincidental for Ling Han to be in such a situation.

So, was this the Battle G.o.d Palace’s method of recruiting disciples?

-The Young Dragon Trial was set up all over the galaxy, attracting people to enter. Then, the well-known among them would be chosen, and they would be left to grow for a few more years. Those who were still alive would be transmitted here to be taken in as disciples, directly saving them the hards.h.i.+p and resources of nurturing.

F***, how astute.

Ling Han didn’t step out, mainly because of his special ident.i.ty. Who knew if elites from the Battle G.o.d Palace had arrived at the scene and would be able to see through his disguise?

Thus, he had to keep a low profile.

Every time a batch of people was transferred over, Li Lei would step out as a lackey, and establish Han Yue’s leaders.h.i.+p position.

But very soon, this situation was resolved.

A new arrival had arrived. His name was Sima Dong, and his Galaxy Network ranking was also in the 2000s. This was slightly higher than even Han Yue.

Sima Dong was naturally defiant, and the two of them immediately began an intense battle.

Their rankings on the Galaxy Network were close, and the Galaxy Network battle couldn’t take into account factors such as the Spirit Tool. Thus, the two of them fought for a while, yet it

was a tie.

Sima Dong took advantage of the opening to call out loudly, and established his own faction.

Previously, some people had only submitted to Han Yue because they had been threatened and bribed. Now that they had other options, they naturally “betrayed”, and switched to becoming subordinates of Sima Dong.

As more and more people were teleported over, the camps on both sides also became stronger and stronger. However, there were still no prodigies that could match Sima Dong and Han Yue. Thus, it did not become three camps, or four camps.

After this day ended, no one else was teleported over. It was as if everyone had already been brought over.

However, the strange thing was that the people who were teleported here were all in the Core

Formation Tier.

So coincidental?

Ling Han didn’t believe it. He thought that when these people were teleported here, they had already been “categorized”. Whether it was the Foundation Building Tier, the Cauldron Forging Tier, the Core Formation Tier, or the True Self Tier, they were all placed in the areas according to their cultivation levels.

Thus, everyone’s cultivation level was the same here.

After a day, everyone’s initial fear had also calmed down. They were all prodigies, at least, so they naturally knew that the Battle G.o.d Palace hadn’t spent so much effort to get them here to

kill them.

However, everyone couldn’t help but feel anxious. This was the Battle G.o.d Palace, the most mysterious and powerful a.s.sa.s.sin organization in the universe. After entering here, would they still be able to retreat unscathed?

Of course, there were also some people who came from lowly backgrounds and had absolutely no understanding of the Divine Palace. At first, they were very expectant. After all, the Three Styles of the G.o.d of War was a Saint-level technique, which represented the strength of the Battle G.o.d Palace. If they could be taken in as disciples by this force, then wouldn’t they be able to get their big break?

Weng, a powerful aura a.s.saulted them, filled with pressure, causing everyone to fall silent.

A middle-aged man walked out from who knows where, looking down on everyone with a

lofty att.i.tude.

This was a Spirit Transformation True Lord. In fact, this might not even be his original body, but rather a manifestation of his spirit.

“My name is Wanhe. You have all pa.s.sed the Young Dragon Trial, and that is why you have appeared here,” the middle-aged man said. He briefly explained why they had come here. Then, he continued, “After pa.s.sing the Young Dragon Trial, you all can also be considered external disciples of our War G.o.d Palace.”

“And now, the further selections will begin. Those who perform better will be able to successfully advance, and become official disciples of our Battle G.o.d Palace.”

When his words fell, a commotion arose in the crowd.

Some people were indeed very interested in joining the Battle G.o.d Palace, viewing it as a

stepping stone, but even more people knew what kind of organization the Battle G.o.d Palace was. They had no wish to become a.s.sa.s.sins.

“Dare I ask, Lord, what if we fail?” someone asked.