Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

his full battle prowess, yet he had still been wounded!

Who could’ve predicted this?

Meanwhile, Gan Shiyun’s slender body trembled in shock.
She finally realized just how wrong she had been.
She had provoked and offended an absolute freak!

If Ling Han didn’t die, his achievements would definitely surpass the ancients and amaze the contemporaries!

Ling Han smiled calmly, and said, “Junior Brother Wu, are you still not going to admit defeat?”

Wu Zhe’s expression was livid, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.

Wasn’t this utterly humiliating?

He was one of the six kings, so who didn’t give him some face? However, this person who had just entered the sect was acting aggressive and overbearing.
Was this really a smart choice?

“Han Lin, you’ve gone too far!” Wu Zhe said through gritted teeth.

Although he still had some trump cards, his mind went numb whenever he thought about his opponent’s incredible physique.
Could his trump cards really contain his opponent? In any case, this was only a sparring match, and some of his trump cards were consumables—they would be gone once he used them.
Thus, he wasn’t willing to use them, either.

That being the case, he hoped that Ling Han would relent after a while and not take things too far.

“Call me senior brother, and I’ll naturally go easier on you,” Ling Han said calmly.
Wu Zhe had used shady tactics against the Rain Emperor, so how could Ling Han let him off the hook easily?

There was a dark look in Wu Zhe’s eyes, and his fists were also clenched tightly.
He would never admit defeat.

“You really think you can win?” He channeled a forbidden technique, and a strange pattern appeared on his forehead.
It radiated with a dim and eerie glow.

“What’s that?!”

The spectators were all astonished and frightened.

They had merely glanced at the pattern, yet it felt as if their minds had been slashed by a sword.
This made them feel extremely uncomfortable.

“That… That’s the Extreme Nightmare Technique!” someone shouted in astonishment.
“Heavens! Senior Brother Wu actually mastered that ancient technique!”

Everyone hurriedly asked the person what this technique was.
Only then did he reveal that this was one of the most profound cultivation techniques of the Majestic Heaven Sect.
However, it was incredibly difficult to cultivate, and there was no record of anyone being able to successfully master it.
To their surprise, however, Wu Zhe was actually using this technique.

Wu Zhe’s aura changed noticeably, and a dark air rose from his body.
It was as if he had transformed into Night-gaunt, one that would bring boundless nightmares to its victims.

Ling Han was completely unfazed.
Both his physique and his divine sense had broken through the limit of the Mountain River Tier, so what did he need to worry about? He stood in an undefeatable position, and the only unknown was the method by which he would achieve victory.

‘Let’s see what he’s got.’ He was extremely interested in this cultivation technique as it caused a hint of fear to grip at his heart.

“You’ll regret this!” Wu Zhe said coldly.
He made a punching motion toward Ling Han, and countless streaks of dark light surged from his fist.

He had suffered once already, so he didn’t dare engage in unarmed combat with Ling Han again.
Instead, he reverted to cultivators’ traditional tactics—he increased his distance from the opponent to battle using martial arts techniques.

Ling Han swung his fists in defense.

Pu, pu, pu!

The streaks of dark light struck his fist, and they surprisingly left several patches of blood marks.

‘So powerful!’

Ling Han was astonished.
One had to realize that the toughness of his physique was already on par with Level Five Godly metal.
In other words, it was equivalent to the full power defense of a cultivator at the low extreme of the Sun Moon Tier.
Even so, Wu Zhe’s attack had still left several blood marks on his fists.
This was proof of just how terrifying the streaks of dark light were.

Meanwhile, Wu Zhe almost fainted in shock.

In reality, his cultivation level was too low for him to channel the Extreme Nightmare Technique.
He was indeed able to channel it now, yet this came at the price of him not being able to use Origin Power for an entire three months after this!

He had paid such a heavy price, so the streaks of dark light that he had unleashed were naturally terrifying to the extreme.
However, they merely left a few blood marks on Ling Han’s fists? How could he accept this?!

He wanted to vomit a large mouthful of blood!

“It’s fairly powerful, but it’s still not enough!” Ling Han laughed loudly as he manipulated his Divine Demon Sword and launched a flurry of attacks that completely suppressed Wu Zhe.