Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 3926: Killed



"Don't think that only you can do it!" Tong Yongning shouted loudly.

He also had to use the Eighteen Arhat Palm. He had no choice but to use it, because this fist technique was Venerate Tier-level. If he used an ordinary technique to oppose it, he would definitely be at a great disadvantage.

In a situation when power was equal, the stronger the technique, the greater the advantage, and may even be the deciding factor.

Boom!

The secret techniques of the Buddhist Race clashed. In just a few moves, it was clear who was stronger.

Tong Yongning could only unleash 30% of the might of the Eighteenth Arhat Palm, while Ling Han could unleash 60%.

This was definitely a crushing advantage.

Instantly, Tong Yongning was at a disadvantage, and could only parry.

F***!

The four members of the Tong Clan were all watching dumbfounded. What was going on here?

How could there be such a freakish guy?

Ling Han laughed loudly, and moved aggressively, suppressing Tong Yongning to the point that Tong Yongning had no temper at all.

Both of them were using the same technique, so there was nothing much to say. Whoever grasped it more proficiently would naturally have an advantage.

However, Tong Yongning clearly knew that the technique he had mastered was far from being as proficient as Ling Han's. He was at too much of a disadvantage, yet could only drink poison to quench his thirst. This was because although he could unleash 100% of the might of other techniques, the level of the technique itself was too weak. 100% of the might could not compare to 30% of the Eighteen Arhat Palm.

He released a furious roar of defiance. He was a Core Formation Tier cultivator, and if he lost to a mere Cauldron Forging Tier cultivator, that would practically be an eternal joke, and his name would be infamous for ten thousand years.

But what could he do?

Ling Han smiled calmly, "Do you think that the gap between you and me is only this little bit?"

He raised his hand, and zi, a golden divine light shot out.

This was the Heptagold Lightning Tribulation.

Pa! The attack landed on Tong Yongning, and he was instantly sent flying.

Though the Heptagold Lightning was inferior to the Primal Chaos Divine Lightning, it could match the Saint Technique no matter what. Unleashed from Ling Han's hands, how could Tong Yongning not be hit?

The mouths of the four clansmen of the Tong Clan were already wide open. They stared blankly at Ling Han, completely unable to believe their eyes.

"Ah!" Tong Yongning leaped up. There was a long wound on his left rib. That had been caused by the Heptagold Lightning Tribulation, causing him to be severely injured.

"Evil brat!" He charged back. He definitely could not lose to Ling Han, or he would become a laughing stock for all eternity.

Ling Han raised his hand again, Divine Water Yin Lightning.

Zi, lightning flashed past, and Tong Yongning was once again sent flying. This time, his whole body was enshrouded in ice, but there was also a burning smell wafting out, which was extremely bizarre.

"Ah!" Tong Yongning lunged over again.

Ling Han smiled, and an azure lightning bolt shot out. It was Second Wood True Lightning.

Without a doubt, Tong Yongning was sent flying again.

This time, after Tong Yongning got back to his feet, he didn't dare to make another move.

Now, it was not a matter of not leaving behind an infamous reputation, but rather that it was possible that he would die here.

Compared to fame, Tong Yongning was naturally more concerned about his own life. Not too long after, he would leave this place and go to a wider world where the Core Formation Tier cultivators could live for four thousand years!

Four thousand years, and he was only in his forties now. He hadn't even lived to a fraction of his life, so how could he be willing to die?

He suddenly turned around and fled!

Hehe, in his dreams.

Ling Han unleashed the black light of illusion, and Tong Yongning's movements instantly came to an abrupt halt. However, the expressions on his face were extremely varied. At one moment, he was glaring at Ling Han, and at the next, he was smiling. This was an extremely bizarre sight.

Had he been bewitched?

The members of the Tong Clan were all shocked. At such a critical moment, Third Uncle had actually been bewitched. What could they do?

Ling Han strode over, and stretched out a hand to grab Tong Yongning. However, though Tong Yongning was in an illusion, his instincts as a cultivator were still present, and he immediately launched an attack at Ling Han.

In fact, in fact, he had also created such an enemy in the illusion. At this moment, he was attacking this enemy.

Ling Han snapped his fingers. Pa! The illusion instantly vanished.

Tong Yongning suddenly came back to his senses. He then discovered that he was actually

attacking Ling Han.

F***, he must have seen a ghost.

He was clearly going to run, but why had it become him taking the initiative to attack now?

Not good, that was an illusion!

Realization dawned on him in shock. He had been trapped in an illusion just now, and that why he had launched an attack at Ling Han.

This scene was very familiar.

Ah, the Black Heaven Temple!

...Ling Han knew the Eighteen Arhat Palm, and also possessed the means to create illusions. This guy must have also gone to the Black Heaven Temple, only that he had hidden his identity while he was there.

Ling Han moved, and this time, he directly used an Imperial Technique.

Demonic Monkey Fists!

Peng! The punch landed, and Tong Yongning was sent flying again. This time, he was in trouble. More than half of the bones in his body had been broken. This was a blow that had been imbued with Frequency Attack, and its destructive power was incredibly terrifying. "Pu!" Tong Yongning threw up blood continuously. As a Core Formation Tier cultivator, his vitality was still quite tenacious. He actually didn't die.

However, after sustaining an Imperial Technique, he was also on the verge of death. Otherwise, wouldn't the Imperial Technique be too cheap?

"Ah!" Tong Yongning roared in fury. Waves of power fluctuated from his body. They were incredibly powerful, and they were also brimming with vitality.

He was burning the Celestial Core in his body to recover his vitality. The effects were extremely fast, but after the Celestial Core was burnt, it was equivalent to crippling his own cultivation level, and his strength would very soon drop to the level of Cauldron Forging Tier, or even lower than that.

He didn't want to either, but if he didn't burn the Celestial Core now, his only fate would be

death, and he didn't want to die.

Ling Han humphed, and shot out a punch.

The second style!

Combined with the might of the first style, the might of this punch directly soared to a whole

new level.

How mysterious was the Imperial Technique? Being locked down by Ling Han's intent, Tong Yongning couldn't dodge at all. He could only stretch out his hands to block in front of him.

"Die!" Ling Han shouted coldly. This punch brought with it boundless fury. The domineering and arrogant actions of the Tong Clan flashed past his eyes, one after another, causing this punch of his to burn, turning into a fist of towering fury.

Peng!

The punch arrived, and a terrifying power surged.

"Ah..." Tong Yongning screamed in agony as his entire body exploded.

A shower of blood rained down from the sky, accompanied by the vigorous blood and Qi of a Core Formation Tier cultivator. After combusting the Celestial Core, Tong Yongning had actually recovered to his prime condition, but so what?

Thus, Tong Yongning's boundless resentment was still lingering in the air. In his prime condition, he had still been obliterated by a single punch. Even if he became a ghost, he wouldn't be able to rest in peace.

Ling Han withdrew his fist, then looked towards the remaining four clansmen of the Tong

Clan.

Those four people were all trembling, their expressions filled with extreme terror.

Pa, pa, the two of them immediately knelt down, and began kowtowing towards Ling Han. Meanwhile, the other two turned around and fled.

With a thought from Ling Han, the barrage of murderous aura surged out, and the two running members of the Tong Clan immediately fell forwards. Meanwhile, a kneeling member of the Tong Clan also leaned forwards, and collapsed onto the ground. All three of

them had had their hearts burst, and died directly.

The last person trembled, his eyes filled with fear.

The three clansmen were still alive and kicking just a second ago, but in the next second, they

had become corpses, so how could he not be afraid?

"Go back and tell Tong Xiao and Tong Shuhua that I'll soon go find them and tell them to clean their necks," Ling Han said calmly.