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Everyone hissed. This guy was too cowardly. The battle hadn't even begun and he was already showing weakness.
Everyone hissed. This guy was too cowardly. The battle hadn't even begun and he was already showing weakness.
On the high platform, Meng Yonghua also revealed a displeased expression. He had been an iron blooded killer all his life and hated this kind of spineless people the most. Moreover, this guy was actually a coward at his birthday banquet, which made him want to kill him.
Ling Han said slowly, "I'm afraid I'll go all out and accidentally kill you."
Everyone was stunned and then burst into laughter.
This was too funny. It turned out that this guy wasn't a coward but had buried a burden.
Meng Yonghua also revealed a smile and said to the person beside him, "Young people nowadays are quite interesting."
The person beside him was Tang Lei, the current leader of the Tang Clan and Tang Yan's grandfather.
To be able to sit next to Meng Yonghua at this time, the Tang Clan and Tang Lei were clearly favored.
"Your Majesty is right." Tang Lei smiled, but in his heart, he was ridiculing. Who was it just now that said that after the battle, he would drag Ling Han out and kill him?
Below, Wang Yafei revealed a cold expression. This guy actually dared to steal his limelight.
The Wang Clan and him, how long had they prepared for today's battle, and how much had he suffered for it?
He should be the only star and monopolize everyone's attention.
"Damned guy," he said in a low voice. Xiu, his figure flashed and he charged toward Ling Han.
This detestable guy, die.
He gave up on the idea of feigning an appearance that the two of them were evenly matched. Only after he had captured everyone's attention did he defeat Ling Han.
Boom, his entire body emitted blazing light, and a large number of symbols bloomed. Some were complete, some were broken, but the strange thing was that the broken symbols looked even more terrifying than the complete symbols, full of shocking destructive power.
On the platform, Meng Yonghua also nodded. "This kid from the Wang Clan is quite diligent. It's not easy to cultivate such battle prowess at the Foundational Stage."
"Hehe, Your Majesty, you praise him too much." Tang Lei laughed. "If it was you in the past, you would be a hundred times stronger than this kid from the Wang Clan."
Meng Yonghua couldn't help but stroke his beard and smile. This flattery was very satisfying.
Boom, Wang Yafei's attack arrived.
Ling Han smiled calmly, and casually threw out a punch to meet the incoming attack.
He didn't need to use any immortal techniques, he just used the most ordinary and simple punch.
Peng, Wang Yafei was instantly sent flying, flying back at an even faster speed than when he had arrived. Moreover, a large number of symbols exploded one after another, as if they had been lit up with fireworks.
At first, the whole place was filled with cheers, cheering for Wang Yafei. After all, he was a genuine citizen of the Imperial Capital, and Ling Han was only a hostage from another planet. Thus, when they saw this scene, everyone's mouths were half open, and they were completely dumbfounded.
That was Wang Yafei! He was actually sent flying by a single punch!
One had to know that Ling Han did not seem to have used any sort of Immortal Art! Just a simple punch was enough to send Wang Yafei flying! How could anyone accept this?
"You …" Wang Yafei turned around and steadied himself. He glared fiercely at Ling Han, revealing an expression of intense anger.
He hadn't been injured by this blow, but it was even more unbearable than if he had been seriously injured.
Under the gazes of the crowd, especially with Meng Yonghua watching from above, he had been sent flying with a single punch, completely embarrassing himself.
How embarrassing.
"You deserve to die!" he roared loudly, and directly drew out his trump card. A white jade bottle had already appeared in his hand.
Immortal Fallen Silver Bottle.
Xiu, he only felt his vision blur, and then he saw that Ling Han was already standing in front of him. He paled in shock, and was just about to draw out the bottle to store Ling Han away, but he felt that his hand was empty.
Yi, where's the bottle?
"How do I use this?" Ling Han asked Wang Yafei as he fiddled with the Immortal Fallen Silver Bottle that he had just stolen.
F * ck, when was it taken away?
Wang Yafei paled in shock. The treasure in his hand had actually been taken away by someone, and he hadn't even realized it. Just how great was the gap between their strength?
How was this possible?
He had made so many preparations for today, and he had not let him down in the final battle. How could he have encountered such a freak?
On the viewing platform, everyone was also stunned.
Why did it feel like Wang Yafei was like a child in front of Ling Han? He wasn't a match for him at all. He had been sent flying with a single punch, and his treasure had been taken away with a single grab. How could he fight back?
"Give it back to me!" Wang Yafei shouted loudly.
"I can hear you, but you don't have to be so loud." Ling Han smiled as he continued to fiddle with the bottle.
"Store!" Wang Yafei revealed a sinister expression. Did Ling Han think that this bottle could only be used in his hands?
No, he had long since fused a strand of his divine sense into the bottle, so he could activate it with a single thought.
Instantly, a wave of light surged out of the bottle, enveloping Ling Han.
Wang Yafei laughed loudly. As long as he was enveloped by this light, he would be sucked into the bottle. There were terrifying interweaving formation patterns that could directly melt him into a puddle of blood.
"What are you laughing at?" Ling Han's voice traveled over. "Child, are you stupid? Why are you laughing for no reason at all?"
What?
Wang Yafei revealed a horrified expression. Why hadn't Ling Han been sucked into the bottle?
"You really disappoint me." Ling Han shook his head. Pa! He squeezed hard, and the bottle was forcefully smashed into pieces. This wasn't even close to the power of a Casting Cauldron; it was at most equivalent to a four-star Foundation Establishment Realm martial artist.
Four-star combat strength was already very impressive, which was why Tang Yan said that this was the power of a Casting Cauldron. There were only a handful of four-star geniuses in the Azure Dragon Empire.
"Is there anything else?" Ling Han casually threw the broken pieces of the bottle on the ground while looking at Wang Yafei with anticipation.
What kind of mockery was this?!
Wang Yafei roared out and took a few steps back, pulling an absolute distance away from Ling Han. He then took out a fan and poured his mystic force into it, causing it to immediately emit a black light.
He raised his hand and wanted to fan at Ling Han. Who would have thought that there would be a blur in front of him, and another person would appear?
You!
His heart surged with an ominous feeling. As expected, the fan in his hand was gone.
"This shouldn't be difficult to use, right?" Ling Han also poured in his mystic force, and the fan that had just dimmed immediately lit up again. Then, he lightly fanned at Wang Yafei.
Peng, Wang Yafei was sent flying again.
The strong wind turned into numerous small blades that sliced at Wang Yafei's body. In an instant, his clothes were all turned into shreds, and there were also innumerable wounds on his body. Thankfully, because of these wounds, his body was covered in blood, and some important parts were blocked.
'Yo, this fan is quite powerful.'
Ling Han put the fan away. He didn't need it, but he could leave it for the Empress, Hu Niu, and the others.
"Is there anything else?" he asked again.
"Give it back to me!" Wang Yafei's face turned green. 'Do you think I'm a boy who gives away money?'
He charged over without any regard for anything. There were patterns on his body that were glowing, making him look like a demon god.
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