Alchemy Emperor Of The Divine Dao Chapter 4275: Battle Begins

Chapter 4275: Battle Begins

In the short amount of time that Ling Han had walked to his own battle area, he had seen at least three people killed. One had been beheaded, one had been sliced in half, and the last was even worse, directly smashed into a b.l.o.o.d.y mess.

It was really b.l.o.o.d.y and cruel.

He stood firmly in his own area of battle, and his opponent had already walked over. He was wearing heavy armour, and appeared to be very clumsy.

"Brat, you're dead!" the armored man said. He was tall and st.u.r.dy, and was at least a head taller than Ling Han.

True Self Tier, fifth form.

Ling Han nodded internally. This meant that he had the potential to break through to Sect Master-level. Of course, having potential was one matter, and being able to become Sect Master was another matter.

"Come on." He crooked a finger.

This armored man was filled with killing intent, and it was definitely not something that had been formed overnight. Instead, it was an aura that had naturally formed after experiencing who knew how much bloodshed.

It was said that the City of Death was a slaughterhouse, and it was indeed true. He had just entered, and he was already experiencing it for real.

"Die!" The armored man leaped up, brandis.h.i.+ng the heavy s.h.i.+eld in his hands, and ruthlessly smashed it towards Ling Han.

Peng!

His attack missed its target, yet he simply bared his teeth in a grin. He then charged toward Ling Han like a vicious bear.

This place greatly limited their speed.

Right now, the speed that Ling Han could unleash was only one-ten-thousandth of his usual speed. This was understandable. After all, there was a limit to the s.p.a.ce on the arena. If he were to unleash his full speed, he would be able to leave this place in a single stride. That being the case, what was the point of fighting?

Now, everyone's speed had decreased drastically, and was limited to this.

He temporarily did not counterattack, but rather observed the strength of this opponent.

At the same time, in the VIP seats of the spectators.

"Young Master Yao, your subordinate, this fierce general, has already achieved nine successive wins. If he wins another battle, he would be able to obtain ten consecutive wins, and receive an exorbitant reward," a young man said. The person he was talking to was also a young man. He was dressed in yellow robes, his face filled with arrogance.

The yellow-robed young man revealed a proud expression, yet deliberately waved his hand, "It's just a small profit. A mere C-grade Source Dao Stone is not worthy of my notice."

"Only Young Master Yao would be so generous," the first young man praised.

The yellow-robed young man was proud, appearing to be in a very good mood.

But very quickly, the smile on his face disappeared.

That was because Ling Han had launched a counterattack.

This armored man's battle prowess was extraordinary. Being able to advance into the fifth form meant that he had the potential to become a Sect Master elite. However, his original power was only twenty-five Heavens, and he had only used a very ordinary celestial technique, which boosted his battle prowess by two Heavens.

Thus, how could battle prowess merely at 27 Heavens possibly be a match for Ling Han?

The reason why he had not counterattacked for so long was because Ling Han wanted to see if there was anything special about the fifth form, which could be considered as having broken through his limits.

However, what disappointed him was the fact that the other party came and went in such a showy manner, far inferior to the giant scorpions in the swamp, the strange birds in the forest, and the Demonic Trees.

Ling Han lost interest, and with a casual flick of his finger, peng, the armored man was sent backwards, collapsing onto the ground. All the bones in his body were trembling, and for the moment, he could not get up at all.

"Are you admitting defeat?" Ling Han asked calmly. There was no animosity between them, and he wasn't interested in taking his life.

On the spectators' seats, the expression of the yellow-robed young man became very ugly. He humphed coldly, and called out loudly, "Kill him, or you will die!"

When the armored man heard this, he couldn't help but shudder. It was unknown where he had gotten the power from, but he suddenly slammed into the ground, raising his s.h.i.+eld and smas.h.i.+ng it towards Ling Han.

Ling Han frowned, and threw a punch.

Peng!

His fist directly shattered the s.h.i.+eld, and as the power of his fist surged, pu, the head of the armored man was shattered.

This time, the victor was finally decided.

Ling Han raised his head to look at the spectators' seats, focusing on that yellow-robed

young man.

The yellow-robed young man exchanged a glance with Ling Han, revealing a cold smirk. Then, he averted his gaze.

He didn't take Ling Han seriously at all.

"Young Master Yao!" The young man beside him was a little embarra.s.sed. He had just been boasting about how heroic and mighty the other's lackey was, and in the end, he was killed with a single punch to the head.

This young man's name was Liu Yao, and he himself was only in the Core Formation Tier. However, his father was a Spiritual Transformation Tier elite, and was the subordinate of Yuan Xinrong, one of the Seven Generals under the Blood Crow Venerate. Thus, Liu Yao also befriended some second-generation young masters, and it was inevitable that he would become arrogant.

Liu Yao's expression was slightly ugly. As long as this subordinate of his won another battle, he would be able to obtain the reward of ten consecutive wins. Though he had spoken very lightly, a C-grade Source Dao Stone was enough for him to spend for a few months.

Now, because of Ling Han's appearance, his wealth was gone.

"Go and find out who this brat is," Liu Yao commanded.

"Yes." The other young man hurriedly bowed and left.

Not long after, he returned.

"Young Master Yao, this is a rookie called Ling Han."

Because he was a rookie, there was naturally pitifully little information.

Liu Yao smirked coldly, "To dare to kill one of my men, fine, I'll let him take his place!"

The other young man couldn't help but curse internally. Wasn't this all because of your command? Otherwise, Ling Han would have long since stopped. It was you who wanted the two of them to fight to the death.

Of course, he didn't dare to say it out loud. He said softly, "Those who aren't ferocious dragons don't cross the river. Most of the people who come in from outside to train have

powerful backgrounds."

"What are you afraid of!" Liu Yao glared at him, "Even if it is the Imperial Clan, they would have to listen obediently when they come here! This is the Dark Clouds h.e.l.l, the City of Death, and in this place, it is the five Venerate Tiers that have the final say. Whatever Imperial Clan, whatever Holy Land, they all have to behave themselves."

"Yes, yes, yes. Young Master Yao is right." That young man hurriedly nodded continuously. "Go, call him over." Liu Yao waved him off.

The young man hurriedly nodded and left. His status was low, so he could only do as he was told.

After Ling Han won a battle, he would be considered to have successfully settled in on the Dark Battlefield. In future, as long as there was a suitable opponent, they would inform him to partic.i.p.ate. He had no right to refuse, but he could admit defeat during the tournament. He was just about to leave, when he saw a young man dressed in robes approach him. "Can I have a word with you?" the young man asked.

Ling Han smiled faintly, "Your Master wants to see me?" He could see very clearly that this person had previously been standing beside the yellow-robed young man.

The black-robed young man appeared slightly awkward, but very quickly, he said, "I am Gu Xuefeng. Greetings, Brother Ling."

Ling Han nodded. It was clear that the other party had already obtained his information.

"Alright, then let's go and meet him."

Gu Xuefeng couldn't help but feel pleasantly surprised. He had not thought that Ling Han would be so amicable.

He led the way in front. After taking a few steps, he turned around and said, "To be honest with Brother Ling, I actually only entered here more than twenty years ago." "Oh?" Ling Han glanced at him, slightly surprised. That was because this person's natural talent in cultivation was really not all that impressive. There was not much significance for him to come in to train.