Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

This staff should continue to be called the Firebird Staff.

The Firebird Staff was a Saint-level weapon. Even if it was limited by Ling Han’s cultivation level and could not unleash its full might, how difficult would it be to stand against a Pseudo Sect Master?

Ling Han brandished the staff, and instantly felt a large portion of power in his body being absorbed. Then, the Firebird Staff was activated, shooting out a blue-coloured light that slashed towards Lian Xiangjie.

Peng!

The blue light clashed with the sabers and swords, and both were destroyed.

In this exchange, the two of them were evenly matched.

It could not be helped. They both had the might of Pseudo Sect Master, so it was natural that neither was inferior to the other.

Lian Xiangjie was taken aback. He had not thought that Ling Han would also have a Sect Master-level Spirit Tool on him.

It should be known that he had only obtained this Celestial Tool from his clan after Lian Yutang had been lost in the lair of the True Phoenix. That was because it was possible that he would have to bear the banner of the Heavenly Sorrow Imperial Clan in future, so they naturally had to begin arming him.

How could a mere Saint-level force have such deep roots?

“Come!” Ling Han stimulated the Firebird Staff, and struck out at Lian Xiangjie.

Multiple flashes of blue light slashed out, and at the same time, he also controlled the staff to smash towards Lian Xiangjie’s head.

Peng! Peng! Peng!

The two of them battled fiercely. On the one hand, it was the clash of the might of the Spirit Tools, and on the other, it was a clash of their own strength. In terms of the former, Lian Xiangjie was not inferior, but in terms of the latter, he really could not compare to Ling Han.

After only a few moves, Lian Xiangjie evaded Ling Han, and did not dare to face him head-on at all. He merely stimulated the Spirit Tool with all his might.

He was extremely sullen. He similarly controlled a Spirit Tool, but why was he still at a great disadvantage?

Moreover, a Spirit Transformation Tier cultivator activating a Sect Master-level Spirit Tool would consume an astonishing amount of mystical power. Even though he was a Silver Generation cultivator who had perfected his cultivation level and broken through his limits time and time again, there was still a limit to his power.

At this rate, it would only take half an hour at most, and his mystical power would definitely be completely exhausted.

Competing in stamina with Ling Han?

Hehe, hadn’t it already been tried out before? This guy’s mystical power reserves were practically freakish, and there was absolutely no way they could outlast him. ṘＡNŐ𐌱ЕŜ

He wanted to stop the battle; he would definitely be at a disadvantage and not at an advantage. What was the point of continuing the battle?

But how could Ling Han possibly let him do as he wished!

Oh, if you want to fight, just fight. If you don’t want to fight, just leave?

You are deluding yourself!

Ling Han aggressively attacked, forcing Lian Xiangjie to have no choice but to resist with all his might. Furthermore, he had to continuously dodge left and right. He felt very sullen, but had nowhere to vent his frustration.

Half an hour later, Lian Xiangjie’s mystical power was completely exhausted, and he was no longer able to control the Spirit Tool. He was smacked onto the ground by Ling Han. He was just about to get up, but a foot stepped on his head, making him unable to raise his head.

Pu, Lian Xiangjie instantly spluttered out a mouthful of blood.

He was a mighty Silver Generation, yet his head was actually being stepped on by someone else. Did he still have any future?

How was he supposed to face others!

Niu Tengfei secretly expressed thanks for his good fortune. Thankfully, he didn’t provoke Ling Han. Otherwise, he would probably be one of the people being stepped on.

The members of the Lian Clan were also rendered speechless. Their Imperial Son had lost, and it was under the condition that he had used a deadly weapon.

Meanwhile, Ling Han forcefully snatched the gong and drum from him. Then, he tossed it over to the large black dog, “Take it and play with it.”

“Alright.” The large black dog naturally wouldn’t be reserved, and he accepted the gong and drum.

“Ling Han, how dare you! That belongs to our clan!” a member of the Lian Clan hurriedly shouted.

“I won, so this is naturally my spoil of battle,” Ling Han said with a smile. “Which of you from the Lian Clan can defeat me? Then come and take this Spirit Tool back.”

When these words fell, the Lian Clan was speechless.

This was very common in the cultivation world. The losing party would leave behind a treasure or a cultivation technique or whatnot. Years later, the descendant of the losing party would come again to challenge them, and if they won, they would be able to retrieve the item.

But the Lian Clan was an Imperial Clan, and you even dare to seize something belonging to the Imperial Clan?

Thinking about it again, who was Ling Han?

The well-known Imperial Son Killer, who really lived up to his name. A good number of Imperial Sons had died by his hand, so what was the loss of a Spirit Tool worth?

Ling Han was just about to speak, when he suddenly felt a powerful chill. He moved, and grabbed the large black dog and little azure dragon. Using the Star Steps, they instantly disappeared without a trace.

Shua, a flash of sword light slashed out, and it was precisely where Ling Han had disappeared.

If Ling Han’s reaction had been just the slightest bit slower, he would definitely have been struck by this sword strike, and if he had sustained this strike, he would definitely have died.

That was because the person who had made a move was Sect Master-level.

An assassin from the Battle God Palace.

The assassin had been patient enough. He was clearly at the level of Sect Master, yet he had remained hidden all this while. He had only drawn his sword when he had reached the most optimal position, intending to kill Ling Han with a single strike. However, he still hadn’t imagined that Ling Han’s divine sense would be so sharp.

Firstly, Ling Han could use the ley lines as eyes and ears, greatly increasing his senses, and secondly, he had also grasped the Strange Shadow Steps of the Battle God Palace, and someone else wanted to use it to get close and kill him? Wasn’t that a joke?

This scene had really happened too suddenly, right until the sword swept past. Only then did the members of the Lian and Niu Clans come back to their senses, and they were all secretly exclaiming in pity.

Just a little bit more, and Ling Han would have been killed.

If there was any force in the world that was unafraid of the threat of a Saint and the Imperial Weapon, it would definitely be the Battle God Palace. That was because they had always appeared and disappeared mysteriously, and did not have a single disciple that travelled the world with their true identities. Thus, the Battle God Palace did not have to take the words of the Nine Mountains Saint to heart at all. They could still ambush Ling Han and kill him however they liked.

However, you guys are really too weak, aren’t you?

The first time they attacked, what was Ling Han’s cultivation level? And now?

‘Are you guys really trying to assassinate Ling Han, and not just wanting to be his sparring partners?’

The Sect Master’s attack missed, and he immediately fled into the darkness again. This was the habit of all the assassins in the Battle God Palace. Once they attacked, whether they hit their target or not, they would immediately leave.

After the assassin left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After all, this was a Sect Master-level existence, so killing them would be as easy as the turn of a palm.

Could you hope to reason with an assassin?

…

On the other side of the Demonic Mist Planet, the figures of Ling Han and the others appeared.

“F***, the Battle God Palace is really like a lingering ghost.” The large black dog bared his teeth, “If Little Han had reacted slightly slower just now, he would have already become a corpse by now.”

“With Grandpa Dragon here, the auspicious bringer of good fortune, everything can be turned into good luck,” the little azure dragon shamelessly snatched the credit.

Ling Han pondered for a moment before saying, “I can’t stay on the back foot forever. I need to think of some way to find the Battle God Palace and let them have a taste of being hunted by everyone in the world.”

“Unfortunately, the secrecy of this organization is really too good.” The large black dog shook his head.

Since ancient times, there were quite a few forces that wanted to destroy the Battle God Palace, but which of them had succeeded?

Ling Han was still a little confident. After all, he had stayed in the Battle God Palace before. If worse came to worst, he could investigate all the star charts in the future, and he would definitely be able to find some clues.

Boom!

At this moment, a huge commotion suddenly erupted in the area of the demonic mist. Bursts of fog surged, and the ground trembled madly.

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