A Good Romance
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The envoys were all carefree. To them, what kind of elites could there be in a small world that had just ascended?
When they arrived, they would just have to release the aura of the Mountain River Tier, and that so-called "lord" of theirs would definitely piss his pants in terror, kneel down, and loudly beg for mercy.
Zhao Xin's imperial palace was not very far from the ancestral grounds of the Zhao Clan, and added with the speed of their feet, they arrived in just over two hours. And this was because Zhao Xin's speed was too slow. If everyone could fly, they probably wouldn't even need less than an hour.
After arriving here, Zhao Xin immediately became careful. Even if he had once been a king of a world, he couldn't help but recall the scene of him running around Ling Han when he was young. Ling Han had taught him a supreme cultivation technique word by word, which allowed him to stand proudly here today.
To him, Ling Han was his master, and also an unfathomable monument of Martial Art.
Seeing Zhao Xin's expression, the envoys were all extremely disdainful. Who was this attitude for? Did he think he could scare them?
The person in charge of guarding the ancestral grounds hurriedly came forward, and respectfully bowed to Zhao Xin.
Zhao Xin waved his hand, indicating for them to rise, and then dismissed them.
In front of a Mountain River Tier cultivator, numbers were of no advantage at all, and they would only be one-sided slaughtered.
Zhao Xin strode forward, and entered the ancestral grounds, but the envoys did not have so many rules. All of them stood proudly in the air, wanting to see what tricks Zhao Xin could play.
"Hurry up, my time is precious," Ma Yunguo's envoy urged.
Though the other envoys did not speak, their expressions were also filled with impatience. They had already played with this minor character for a long time, and really did not have the patience to continue.
The ancestral grounds of the Zhao Clan naturally wouldn't be too big, and Zhao Xin very quickly arrived at the courtyard where Ling Han was recuperating. He pushed open the door and entered, only to see Ling Han sitting on a chair, basking in the sun. Though close to 1,000 years had passed, Ling Han still looked the same as before. His whole body was covered with wounds, and one could see pieces of bone.
"Lord." Zhao Xin half-knelt on the ground, and paid his respects to Ling Han.
Ling Han had never said that he would accept him as a disciple, so he did not dare to call himself a disciple.
Ling Han did not respond. It was as if he was dead. Anyone who suffered such heavy injuries would not be far from death and could only linger on with their last breath.
"Haha, so this is that person." Ma Yunguo's envoy couldn't help laughing mockingly.
The other envoys were the same. What did they see in their eyes? A cripple, injured to the point where all the bones in his body were broken, even his skull had collapsed, and the shape of his face was distorted. Could he still be considered a human?
"Old fart, I'll send you off." Ma Yunguo's envoy was the most excited. He descended from the sky and swatted at Ling Han's head.
"How dare you!" Zhao Xin attacked. So what if there was a huge gap between their abilities? He just couldn't hold it in.
Peng, he threw out a punch, but Ma Yunguo's envoy suddenly froze, and was hit squarely by Ma Yunguo's fist. Instantly, he tumbled away.
This was when Ma Yunguo's envoy had advanced into the Mountain River Tier, and had also refined his physique to the level of the Shattering Void Tier. Otherwise, this punch would definitely have blasted his head into smithereens. Even so, his nose had collapsed, and one of his eyes was crooked. Blood flowed profusely.
'What's going on?'
The other envoys all paled in shock. Though Ma Yunguo's cultivation level was not high, Mountain River Tier was also an elite that could establish his own faction in the Ancient Realm. This was the threshold that separated mortals from Immortals.
Zhao Xin had not crossed this threshold at all, so what right did he have to injure an elite of the Mountain River Tier with a single punch?
Strange!
A chill involuntarily rose up on their backs. The more they could not understand, the more panicky they naturally felt.
Could it be that there really was a "lord" with astonishing strength?
Zhao Xin was also stunned, because he had never known Ling Han's strength. Only when this punch succeeded did he feel reassured.
Ling Han's strength was difficult for him to fathom.
"Cao Dong, what happened just now?" someone asked Ma Yunguo's envoy. He was the envoy of the Right Minister of the Golden Leopard Nation, and the Golden Leopard Nation was an imperial court, while the Ma Yunguo Nation was a royal court. There was a clear distinction between the two, and he had such confidence.
Cao Dong touched the corner of his mouth. This punch was very painful, but it had not severely wounded him. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and then said, "My body seemed to have paused for a moment, and then a punch struck me. I could not move at all, and had no way to avoid it."
There was actually such a thing?
The envoy of the Golden Leopard Nation frowned deeply. He strode down from the skies, and stopped about 30 meters away from Ling Han. He clasped his hands, and said, "I am Hu Biao, a subordinate of Lord Yi of the Right of the Golden Leopard Nation. May I ask how I should address you, sir?"
He did not dare to be careless. If it had really been Ling Han who had done something just now, then the latter's strength would definitely be world-shaking. Thus, he immediately reported his background to intimidate Ling Han.
However, Ling Han did not react.
All the envoys were embarrassed. What should they do now?
Advance or retreat?
Retreat? That was too cowardly, wasn't it? They had come aggressively, yet fled with their tails between their legs. Furthermore, how were they going to report when they returned? They could say that they had encountered a powerful foe, but who was this powerful foe? Was it really this person who only had one breath left, or perhaps was already dead?
But in terms of advance, someone had already suffered just now, causing everyone to be incredibly wary. Who would dare to make a move rashly?
Thus, they were in a dilemma.
But they could not possibly continue to be in a deadlock, right?
Hu Biao kept staring at Ling Han. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that Ling Han was a cripple who was so severely injured that he could not be saved. Putting aside him, as long as someone with a bit more strength stepped on him, they would be able to add more injuries to his injuries, and he would immediately die.
Could this be an elite?
He did not believe it.
This thought lingered, and he became bold. He could not help but take a step forward, walking towards Ling Han.
Zhao Xin immediately took a defensive stance. His opponent was in the Mountain River Tier, and his strength was who knew how many times stronger than his own.
Hu Biao did not press too close. He only took a few steps, and then attacked brazenly, throwing a punch at Ling Han through the air.
This was him leaving a way out for himself.
If Ling Han was only trash, then with his Mountain River Tier strength, he would naturally be able to kill both Ling Han and Zhao Xin at the same time. If he was not, then he would also maintain a safe distance, and he could immediately turn around and flee.
This was a good idea, but the problem was that he was facing a Celestial King!
The force of the punch reached him, yet it solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then reversed as if space had suddenly reversed.
Peng, this punch returned at a speed even faster than its momentum. Hu Biao was completely unable to block it, and also suffered a heavy blow to his face. He hurriedly covered his face in pain, tears involuntarily flowing out of his eyes.
This …
Seeing this scene, the envoys naturally no longer had any doubts. There was indeed an elite on Zhao Xin's side, though it might not be that cripple.
"Let's go!"
They turned around and fled at the same time. This bone was too hard, and they could not chew through it.
But a scene that caused them to tremble in fear appeared. Though their legs were moving very quickly, their bodies did not move in the slightest, which was incredibly strange.
Yet Zhao Xin moved his head closer to Ling Han, as if he was listening to something. Not long after, an expression of surprise appeared on his face, but he still said, "Listen, all of you. When you return, tell your ruler to scram here and ask for an audience …"
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