A Good Romance
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Weng, a pagoda appeared above Ling Han's head. Endless chaotic energy scattered down, lightning radiance flickered about, the divine might indescribable.
The elder attacked, a palm pressing down, but it was blocked by chaotic energy, his hand directly sinking.
Primal Chaos Polaris Thunder Tower, Emperor Weapon.
However, the old man was still a Heaven Tripod Realm cultivator, so he immediately roared and exerted strength in his limbs to stop his body from sinking.
He was shocked. Although he only had the power of the Heaven Tripod Cauldron, he could crush any Foundation Establishment cultivator. This kind of crushing was not something an artifact could change. Limited by one's realm, even if it was a four-star or five-star artifact, the power it could unleash was limited.
But why was this chaotic aura able to suppress him and make him stagger?
Unless he couldn't help but have a thought.
Could this be a saint artifact?
Any material that could be made into a Sage Artifact naturally had an indescribable power. Thus, even in the hands of a low-level cultivator, it could often display a power that surpassed their realm.
"Give it to me!" The elder changed his target and grabbed towards the Primal Chaos Polaris Thunder Pagoda, wanting to forcefully take it away.
Chi, lightning flashed chaotically, striking towards the old man.
The light was too fast, and even the old man couldn't dodge it. He was struck head-on, and under the surge of electricity, his entire body began to tremble. Even his hair stood on end.
How could the might of a Monarch Weapon be underestimated?
Ling Han let out a long howl and took the opportunity to launch a counterattack.
That old man was really strong. Even without an arm, a leg, and two fingers, he was still able to deliver a palm strike in Ling Han's direction despite the fact that he was numb from the electricity.
Peng, the two of them collided. Ling Han let out another 'wa' sound as he violently spat out a mouthful of blood. However, the old man wasn't any better off. His face was completely pale, and the wounds on his chest, elbows, fingers, and legs were all gushing with blood.
The old man turned pale with fright. The cultivation technique he practiced was special, and his blood was the source of his energy. This was also the reason why he could use his soul to control those blood slaves when he was seriously injured. A large amount of blood could help him recover faster.
However, now that he had lost so much blood, not only would it affect his battle prowess, it might even kill him.
He was greedy and angry.
How much he wanted to obtain this "sacred tool", it was practically a huge waste for it to fall into the hands of a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator. However, this little foundational cultivator actually wanted to force him into a dead end, which made him extremely angry.
He was a Perfected Lord Spirit Transformation! He could kill this ant in front of him with a single breath!
After he recovered from his injuries, he would suck this brat's blood dry and turn him into a corpse slave without any will.
The old man beat the drums of retreat, turned around, and was about to escape.
But how fast could he run with only one leg?
Ling Han activated So Near, Yet Worlds Apart and instantly caught up to him. He threw out a series of attacks, especially the Primal Chaos Extreme Thunder Pagoda. Every strand of chaotic energy was as heavy as a mountain, and every bolt of lightning was incomparably sharp.
The old man cried out, but there was nothing he could do.
Who asked him to be seriously injured, with only one leg left
"Brat, you forced me to do this." The old man gritted his teeth. In the end, he took out his magic tool, a small rattle-drum.
He bit his lip, and with a puff, he spat out a mouthful of blood onto the rattle-drum.
"Yi, you're clearly covered in blood, so why did you bite yourself?" Ling Han asked, puzzled.
Right, right!
The old man was also startled. Why did I bite my own tongue? Although his magic tool required fresh blood to activate, wasn't he bleeding all the time right now?
What a loss, what a loss!
He was extremely depressed. He had actually been made a joke of by a minor character. He had lost all his face.
"Die!" He flew into a rage out of humiliation. Whatever, as long as he killed this brat, all of his humiliation would vanish.
Boom, under his full power, the rattle-drum immediately rang out.
Bang!
One sound after another rang out, directly hitting Ling Han's heart. Blood immediately flowed out of his orifices.
This was originally a Spirit Transformation Tier treasured tool, and if it used its full power, Ling Han would instantly turn into a puddle of blood. However, the old man was currently heavily injured, and was unable to use its full power. Moreover, he himself was aware of the pain, because once this treasured tool was activated, it would endlessly absorb his Qi and blood.
Normally, it wouldn't matter. He could just suck other people's blood, but right now, he had lost too much blood. How could he withstand this kind of torment?
He could easily die.
That was why he wanted to escape first, but was forced into a dead end. That was why he was willing to risk his life.
Bang!
The old man shook the rattle-drum. He was not much better off. His face became even more pale. It was no longer bloodless, but like white wax.
Damn, I'm going to die.
Weng, the Primal Chaos Polarity Thunder Tower emitted endless Primal Chaos Qi, which could greatly weaken the destructive power of the sound of the Spirit Tool. Ling Han also roared the Six Words Wisdom King Incantation within his body. Although that sound wasn't evil, but purely destructive power, using sound to break sound should still be somewhat useful.
Ling Han gave a loud shout, and used the Demon Monkey Fist. Endless ruthlessness circulated, and with a punch, colorful splendor rippled. It was as if the whole world had turned into endless darkness. Only a single punch shot out, and even if the sky was filled with stars, it would still be shattered with a single punch.
When the Sacred Battle King used it, it would definitely have the power to shatter stars with one punch. However, in the hands of Ling Han, it was only a kind of momentum.
But even if it was just a momentum … It also caused the old man to turn pale with fright.
This was a real Emperor technique!
The punch flew out, and the old man was instantly hit in the chest. Fortunately, it was not the original wound. Otherwise, this punch would probably have taken his life.
The old man was thrown back 300 feet. He looked down and saw that there was another dent in his chest. At least three ribs had been broken by this punch, causing his chest to cave in.
What kind of treasure was this? It was too terrifying. The power of one punch could actually reach such a level.
Sage Technique, it must be a Sage Technique. This kid's luck was heaven-defying. He had obtained the inheritance of a Sage, so he was using a Sage Tool to punch a Sage Technique.
The old man's eyes were red. He wanted to fight with his life. The inheritance of a Sage was worth the risk.
"Go die!" He shook the rattle drum even more intensely. Yuan Yuan continuously sucked away what little Qi and blood he had left. Not only did his body lose its color, but it was also shriveling up, as if he had turned into a skeleton.
This treasure was really evil.
It couldn't have been forged by the old man himself. Otherwise, there must be something wrong with this old man's brain.
The Chaotic Polaris Thunder Tower was above Ling Han's head, and he was chanting the Six Words Wisdom King Mantra to resist the attack of this treasure. Although he was still bleeding from his orifices, his body was full of vitality, and he was far from dying from the shock.
A few minutes later.
"I'll f * ck your whole family!" the old man said unwillingly. His whole body was already like a dried corpse. He was actually being sucked to death by his own treasure.
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