A Good Romance
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Shang Da was the Holy Son of the White Sun Sect. Though he was not as outstanding as Yan Xianlu, being able to become the Holy Son of a Sixth Heaven Celestial King Tier sect, there was naturally no need to doubt his talent in Martial Art.
If one had to say that he had any shortcoming, it would only be that he was a little dissolute, but which man wasn't dissolute?
He moved in a violent rage. Boom, a ball of fiery flames burst out from his body, turning into multiple Immortal Beasts, each one formed from patterns of great dao.
In comparison, Zhao Qingfeng was practically trash!
Ling Han's figure moved, focusing mainly on dodging as he shouted loudly, "A great Holy Son, not only taking advantage of others, you still want to silence them!"
This shout immediately drew a great many people over. Some even wore expressions of intense disdain. They did not know the cause and effect, and only knew that Shang Da had indeed grabbed onto Ling Han's feet.
What a strange fetish.
Shang Da immediately flushed red. He knew that rumors would stop with the wise. Anyone with a bit of a normal brain would know that he, Shang Da, liked women, so how could he possibly deliberately touch a man's feet?
But now, with so many strange gazes fixed on him, he could not calm down no matter what.
"You brat, I'm going to kill you!" he roared. He had been easily angered by Ling Han.
Was this really the Holy Son of the White Sun Sect?
Everyone looked at the Shang Da who was roaring furiously, their eyes filled with doubt.
A Holy Son, not a Holy Son from an ordinary Celestial King Tier force, but a Sixth Heaven Celestial King Tier super force. How could he be so easily angered?
Heavens, how could such a person possibly become a Holy Son?
How could they know that with Ling Han's mouth, putting aside a mere Holy Son, even Celestial Kings could be angered to the point of bursting into rage?
However, everyone very quickly showed expressions of shock. This time, it was not because of Shang Da, but rather because of Ling Han.
This young man was so strong.
Though he had only been dodging all this while, it should be known that if he was only dodging and did not retaliate at all, and still had the strength to ensure that he would not be injured, the difficulty was far greater than parrying.
Which also meant that Ling Han's true strength was definitely not inferior to Shang Da's, and might even surpass it.
Heavens!
How is that possible?
They very quickly recognized that Ling Han was the Holy Son that had been chosen by Alchemy City this time around, but what kind of place was Alchemy City? Putting aside the fact that it was only a four-star force, even if it was a first heaven Celestial King Tier sect, how could it compare to the White Sun Sect?
Moreover, wasn't the Holy Son of Alchemy City supposed to concoct pills?
They had only thought that what Yan Xianlu valued was Ling Han's natural talent in alchemy. This was not strange. After all, Yan Xianlu had not advanced into the Celestial King Tier, and there was nothing he could use Ling Han for. But only now did they know that Ling Han's ability in Martial Art was also astonishingly strong, enough to be on par with them, or perhaps even stronger.
This was unacceptable to them. A group of geniuses born to excel in Martial Art actually lost to an Alchemist.
At this moment, they were unprecedentedly united, and all of them hoped that Shang Da could defeat Ling Han. Otherwise, they, too, would feel humiliated.
But no matter how Shang Da channeled his celestial techniques, he could not do anything to Ling Han. What made him even more depressed was that though he and Ling Han had already exchanged close to 100 moves, in truth, the two of them had not come into actual physical contact even once. Aside from the very beginning, when he had accidentally grabbed onto Ling Han's foot.
Pei, pei, pei.
"Do you only know how to run?" Shang Da tried to goad him into action. "Cowardly as a mouse, I really don't know what you're cultivating for."
"In any case, it's not to touch a man's foot," Ling Han said smilingly.
When Shang Da heard this, his fury immediately flared up again.
'You still dare to say it, you still dare to say it, I'm going to kill you!'
In his hands, multiple celestial techniques were channeled, materializing the circulation of great dao. As expected of the heir that had been nurtured by a Sixth Heaven Celestial King Tier sect. If Zhao Qingfeng were to exchange blows with him, he should show signs of defeat within 100 moves, and in a battle to the death, he would definitely die within 1,000 moves.
In layman terms, his battle prowess was about the same as the Empress's.
Unfortunately, his opponent was Ling Han.
Even if Yan Xianlu's cultivation level was suppressed to the fourth severance, it was still unknown who would emerge victorious in a battle with Ling Han.
Yan Xianlu had been born on the Celestial Path, and this was indeed impressive, but Ling Han was not simple, either. He had two Source Powers of heaven and earth, and furthermore had the Indestructible Heaven's Scroll, a wondrous technique that was at least at the Ninth Heaven Celestial King Tier-level. Finally, he had been tempered by the Celestial King Tier flame, making up for the last shortcoming of his physique. He was completely not inferior to the best Holy Sons.
Shang Da was already not enough.
Ling Han sighed. At first, he had wanted to use Shang Da to temper himself, but the height he presently stood at was a little frightening. Even a heir that had been nurtured by a Sixth Heaven Celestial King Tier sect could not give him the slightest bit of pressure.
"Little Dada, you're a little weak," he said truthfully. If the other's strength was close to his, then if the two of them battled to their fullest, perhaps he could push open the door to the fifth severance.
Shang Da was stamping with fury. This guy actually dared mock him; he really did not know how the word 'death' was written.
"You asked for this." His right hand shook, and a three-meter-long silver spear appeared in his hand. Suddenly, a stern aura spread out, very frightening.
Ling Han was slightly moved. He could feel that this spear had the ability to wound him.
The treasured spear might be at Dividing Soul Tier, but even if it could not unleash its full might in the hands of a fourth severance, it was still incredibly sharp, and could even pose a threat to his physique.
"Slightly interesting." Ling Han's interest was piqued, his eyes shining.
"It's not just slightly interesting, I'm going to send you on your way." Shang Da had no qualms at all. So what if he was a Holy Son of Alchemy City? If he killed him, so be it. He did not believe that Alchemy City would still dare charge into the White Sun Sect to demand an explanation. That would really be asking for their own humiliation.
Shua, the silver spear moved, and like a silver dragon, it shook the skies. Multiple patterns of great dao flickered on the spear's body, forcibly tearing the space apart.
This was definitely not a Pseudo-Celestial Tool of Yang Soul or Yin Soul Tier, but rather something even higher.
It was fine if Shang Da could not unleash the full might of a Pseudo-Celestial Tool, but the level of this spear itself was too high. If he was touched by the patterns on it, even with Ling Han's physique, he would probably have a hard time. It was a very natural thing for his skin to be torn open.
Though Ling Han was not afraid of the other's strength, he did not dare underestimate this Pseudo-Celestial Tool. Immediately, he drew out the Divine Demon Sword, and slashed out at the silver spear.
Weng!
The two treasured Tools clashed, and a deafening boom that was enough to shake the galaxy erupted. The shattered rocks in the surroundings all floated up about three meters into the air, and then quickly shot up into the sky, gathering to form a dark tornado.
Shang Da's whole person was also sent flying. The silver spear in his hand was extremely frightening, but his own strength was a great deal inferior to Ling Han's. In a head-on clash, he naturally could not be a match for it.
Seeing this scene, everyone's expression changed. Though they had guessed that Ling Han's strength could possibly be stronger, they were finally willing to believe it when they saw it with their own eyes.
F * * *, how could you possibly be an alchemist?
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