Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao-Chapter 4721: Terrifying physique

Ling Han laughed loudly, "Do you guys really want to complain? It’s fine. If you want to complain, go ahead."

Yang Yihuan and the others really wanted to complain, but they were even more stunned now. If it really was this Battle Armor that was taking effect, then this was too amazing, wasn’t it?

How could there be such an amazing Battle Armor in this world?

Brother Monkey didn’t care. With a sharp shout, he chased after Lu Xun.

Although the Bronze Battle Armor couldn’t compare to the Silver Battle Armor, it was similarly made from the compressed rocks of the Primitive Abyss. One grain of sand was comparable to a star, so how hard would this Battle Armor be?

What kind of attack could penetrate it?

Of course, if that was all, the shockwave would still be able to injure Brother Monkey. However, there was also Genesis Substance in the Battle Armor, and this was what truly had a decisive effect.

With the boost from this Battle Armor, Brother Monkey’s defense was invincible, and his battle prowess was greatly boosted again. It was truly terrifying.

Hong! Hong! Hong!

It was only Brother Monkey that was attacking madly. Lu Xun did not have the ability to fight back at all — even if he did, it was useless. He could not break through the Battle Armor at all.

This stunned Yang Yihuan and the others. What kind of Battle Armor was this? That was too terrifying, wasn’t it?

Who would have thought that the Four Origin Planet would actually possess such a treasure?

Hiss, even if the Skeleton Saint Tool attacked, could it break through the defenses?

These Imperial Sons were all doubtful, and did not have the slightest bit of confidence.

The large black dog and little azure dragon felt that it was a pity. There was only one such Battle Armor—the other was in the hands of Buddha Doga. Otherwise, they would also be able to show off now.

If a dog (dragon) didn’t show off in life, what difference did it have with a salted fish?

"Tsk, those trash over there, does anyone dare to battle Grandpa Dog’s lackey?" The large black dog could only find another way to show off. He placed his arm around Ling Han’s shoulder, "If anyone can take ten moves from Grandpa Dog’s lackey, Grandpa Dog will take him as my grandson."

These words!

Yang Yihuan and the others were all furious. This dog’s mouth was really too despicable.

How strange. Being able to become a Saint, how could he not have any bit of culture?

Is it because you are the most despicable character and so became a Saint?

"I’m going to kill this mutt. We’ll all have a dog meat feast later!" Tong Ming walked over in a dignified manner.

"All right," the Imperial Sons all replied with a smile. The flesh and blood of Saint-level Demonic Beasts were extremely nutritious, and would also be of some help to them.

"F***, they want to eat Grandpa Dog’s meat? Little Han, er, Ah Tu, beat them to death for Grandpa Dog!" The large black dog flew into a thunderous rage, and swatted out a paw at Ling Han.

"You won’t do it yourself?" Ling Han turned around and asked. Furthermore, what exactly should my name be?

"Shouldn’t lackeys be working for their Big Brother at this time?" The large black dog naturally wouldn’t participate in the battle. Firstly, his cultivation level was lower, and secondly, the opponent was an ancient Imperial Son, whose natural talent in martial arts overwhelmed him.

Thus, it was naturally best to munch on sunflower seeds, clap and watch the show.

Ling Han shook his head, then looked towards Tong Ming, "You are too weak. Go and call a few more people over."

"Haha, how boastful of you!" Tong Ming sneered. "Do you think you’re Ling Han?"

Now, Ling Han had already stabilized his position as the strongest Saint in all eternity. Even the ancient Imperial Sons had to admit that this guy was more freakishly awesome.

Er, should he be happy or displeased now?

Would this become a joke in the future?

Ling Han pinched his nose and said, "Fine, you go ahead then."

"You’re all brimming with confidence!" Tong Ming said as he launched an attack at Ling Han.

Pa!

Ling Han casually delivered a palm strike, and Tong Ming instantly collapsed, his body floating in the pitch-black space.

’F*ck!’

In this instant, all the Imperial Sons and Imperial Daughters wanted to curse madly. That was Tong Ming, and he had actually been knocked unconscious with a single palm strike?

Who could believe this?

"You, you are Ling Han!" All the Imperial Sons exclaimed in trembling voices.

Aside from Ling Han, no one else could be so freakish.

Ling Han sighed. At first, he had wanted to pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger, and pretend for a while longer, but now? His identity was immediately exposed.

It seemed that no matter how he changed his appearance and identity, his persona would soon collapse.

What was off?

—If those Imperial Sons of the Lands of Death knew what he was thinking, they would definitely complain madly, ’Your battle prowess! Aside from you, who else would possess this kind of battle prowess? Don’t you have the slightest idea?’ freёwebnoѵel.com

Ling Han shook his head resolutely, "I am not Ling Han. You have mistaken me for someone else!"

His alias couldn’t collapse so quickly!

All the Imperial Sons were speechless. The proof was so obvious, and you actually still want to deny it?

"Ling Han, you have finally returned!" Li Dangping said calmly. Though Ling Han was indeed very strong, he was still a Two Star Saint, after all. He seemed to be stuck on this threshold, and had not improved in the slightest.

Thus, if they, the great Imperial Sons, joined forces, it would not be difficult for them to match Ling Han.

"Where did you get this Battle Armor from?"

In comparison, he was even more curious about this.

Ling Han smiled faintly, and said, "If you defeat me, I’ll tell you."

The Imperial Sons all exchanged a glance before stepping forward.

In a one-on-one battle, any one of them had to admit that they were definitely no match for Ling Han. Thus, the dignified ancient Imperial Sons actually had to join forces to face the enemy, yet this was a move that they had no choice but to make.

Ling Han stood, arms crossed behind his back. In theory, he was a Two Star Saint, but in truth, he had grasped 38 Regulations, which was who knew how much more than a Nine-Star Saint.

Thus, even against the Skeleton Saint Tool, he could still put up a fight. Moreover, this was under the condition that he didn’t use the light of the great dao, the Seed of the Holy Flame, or the Destructive Energy.

As for the Imperial Sons? Heh, they could only be a snack for him.

"How arrogant!" The Imperial Sons of the Lands of Death all gritted their teeth, their expressions filled with displeasure. Only Feng Miaoling showed an expression of admiration. This was the man that she had her eye on. He was so dominating.

Unfortunately, they were on opposite sites, so what could she do to get Ling Han over to her side?

It was unknown who was the first to move, but the Imperial Sons of the Lands of Death all charged over. They all drew their Saint Tools, and attacked Ling Han madly.

They were completely outmatched in a one-on-one battle, so they could only place their hopes on overwhelming Ling Han with numbers.

There were over a dozen Imperial Sons here, and even the weakest among them was a Five-Star Saint. Add to that the Saint Tool, and there was no way that they would not be able to stand against that greatest freak of all eternity.

Hong! Hong! Hong!

A dozen over attacks landed on Ling Han almost at the same time, but Ling Han still had his hands behind his back. He had absolutely no intention of fighting back or even actually parrying.

This!

All the Imperial Sons smirked coldly. This was too arrogant, to actually dare to take their attacks head-on.

It should be known that if they unleashed their full power, even the weakest of them would have battle prowess of eighteen stars, and the strongest of them had even surpassed twenty stars. With so many attacks attacking him at the same time, even if he did not die, he would be crippled, what more when he was facing these attacks head-on?

’Die!’

Soon, the brilliance dispersed, and Ling Han was seen standing proudly, as straight as a spear. Aside from the fact that his clothes were slightly torn, what injury did he have in the slightest?

This!

What kind of physique do you have, freak!

"This bullsh*t, Grandpa Dog will give you nine points. I’m afraid that you’ll be too proud if I give you an extra point," the large black dog said from the sidelines.

"Grandpa Dragon gives you 10 points. I’m not afraid that you will become arrogant from it," the little azure dragon giggled.

Meanwhile, the Imperial Sons were all dumbfounded with shock, completely rendered speechless.

This was f*cking hopeless.