Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 3986: Killed one by one



Ling Han first dodged a few moves.

In the eyes of the members of the Cheng Clan, this was only natural.

How could a mere early stage Core Formation Tier cultivator oppose them?

"Brat, it would be best for you to surrender yourself, to avoid suffering too much," Cheng Dongbing said. This time, it was really a sure bet. Ling Han was trapped in the formation, and had nowhere to run.

"Is that so?" Ling Han shook his head. He stared at a Core Formation Tier cultivator, then charged over.

"In your dreams!" Cheng Wu sneered, and immediately stepped forward to block.

Ling Han cracked a smile, and greeted the incoming attack with a punch.

Peng!

The two of them exchanged a blow, and Cheng Wu's expression instantly changed drastically. The power of Ling Han's punch was frighteningly strong, and it actually forced him backwards.

Of course, Ling Han retreated even more.

How was this possible?

He was only in the early stage of the Core Formation Tier, so how could he possibly possess battle prowess above the Tenth Heaven? He was practically capable of matching him?

Ling Han turned around and threw another punch at his previous target.

Peng, the punch landed, and though that person was in the late stage of the Core Formation Tier, his battle prowess was only at the Seventh Heaven, so how could he possibly match it? Instantly, he was shattered by the punch.

"No!" All six Core Formation Tiers of the Cheng Clan exclaimed in shock.

He should have been trapped, yet Ling Han had actually counterattacked and killed one of them. How could they accept this?

"Good job, good job, good job," the large black dog said with a smile, clapping his hooves continuously.

"Despicable bull, I'll kill you first!" Cheng Dongbing couldn't hold himself back any longer, and charged towards the large black dog.

However, he had just moved, when he discovered that Ling Han had already blocked his path. His speed was so fast that he could barely catch sight of him.

Boom, Ling Han raised his fist, and then ruthlessly smashed it over.

This was like the heaven and earth collapsing, and he couldn't even muster the courage to block it for a moment.

With this punch, he felt his vision darken, and he was already sprawled out on the ground.

Ling Han shot out a foot, and kicked Cheng Dongbing towards the large black dog, "I'll leave him to you."

"All right, just see how I will deal with him!" The large black dog caught hold of him, a hair- raising smile appearing at the corners of his lips.

Cheng Wu and the others were all pale. They finally knew that the reason why Ling Han had come this time was not because he had an elite backing him up, but rather because his own strength was strong to the extent that he could crush the Cheng Clan.

It was over now. They had even activated their defensive formation. Their original intention was to stop Ling Han from escaping, but now? This was going to become a cage that would trap them.

"I already said that you guys are trash, and you guys still don't believe me," Ling Han said calmly. "When I was at the Cauldron Forging Tier, I wasn't afraid of you guys. Now, killing you guys is as easy as turning my palm over."

The members of the Cheng Clan all expressed their dissatisfaction internally. If you were not afraid, then why did you keep running?

In truth, it was not them that Ling Han was hiding from, but rather Fu Huoyang.

"Now, come and accept your death!" Ling Han's figure moved, and he had already moved aggressively.

"Let's work together to stop him, and then ask Young Master Fu for help," Cheng Wu said. Though he was the youngest, his cultivation level was the highest. Furthermore, he was the only prodigy in the Cheng Clan that had hopes of breaking through to the True Self Tier. Thus, he instantly had the effect of stabilizing the situation, causing the others to calm down in an instant.

The other four nodded. As long as they could hold Ling Han back, then when Fu Huoyang came, all the problems would naturally be solved.

They joined forces and charged towards Ling Han.

Hong! Hong! Hong!

The two sides clashed, and shockwaves reverberated, causing the members of the Cheng Clan to cry out in pain. This was a clash on the level of Core Formation Tier, and ordinary Cauldron Forging Tier cultivators would not be able to withstand it at all.

Ling Han wanted to test out the might of the Primal Chaos Celestial Core. With a slight

tremor, it shot towards the five great Core Formation Tiers.

Instantly, the expressions of the five people changed drastically. Their battle prowess had dropped drastically.

Ling Han charged towards Cheng Wu, throwing a punch.

Peng!

Cheng Wu hurriedly parried. The two of them exchanged a blow, and Cheng Wu was immediately sent flying. He was completely outmatched.

Ling Han revealed a smile. Cheng Wu's battle prowess had been weakened by a whole three Heavens!

And this was still because he was at the consummate level of the Core Formation Tier. If his cultivation level was equal or inferior to Ling Han's, then it would not be a matter of dropping battle prowess by Three Heavens, but rather kneeling on the ground, only capable of

prostrating.

This result naturally satisfied Ling Han. It was equivalent to increasing his battle prowess by Three Heavens. Even if he encounte Fu Huoyang, he was completely capable of fighting

him.

However, the five members of the Cheng Clan felt a bone-chilling coldness.

What could they do? How had this opponent become so strong?

Cheng Wu gritted his teeth, "I don't believe it!"

He was a consummate level cultivator of the Core Formation Tier, and his battle prowess had reached Twelfth Heaven. Compared to ordinary cultivators of the Core Formation Tier, his battle prowess had surpassed the consummate level of the Core Formation Tier by who knew how many times. Now, however, he was actually unable to withstand a single strike from Ling Han. This almost made him doubt his life.

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"So what?" Ling Han said calmly, as he started a massacre.

Peng! Peng! Peng!

There was no one that could withstand a single punch from him. With three punches, three

Core Formation Tier elites from the Cheng Clan were killed.

Slaughtering Core Formation Tiers was like slaughtering chickens.

There was only two people left of the Cheng Clan's Core Formation Tiers, and at this moment, there was naturally only endless bitterness left in their hearts.

"No!" Cheng Dongbing also came back to consciousness. He had been stepped on by the large black dog, and he had personally witnessed Ling Han reaping the lives of his clansmen who were in the Core Formation Tier like weeds. This caused his eyes to almost pop out of their

sockets.

At the same time, he was also filled with regret. Why was he so focused on currying Fu

Huoyang's favor?

But what was the result?

They had not managed to curry the favor of the Imperial Clan. Instead, it caused practically all

the elites of their clan to die out.

Now, even if Fu Huoyang appeared and turned the tide, so what?

The Cheng Clan had lost a whopping five Core Formation Tier elites, so who knew how many

years they would need to recover their vitality.

And next, he lost all hope.

A clansman said in a trembling voice, "I-I can't contact Young Master Fu." Whether Fu Huoyang had turned off the connection device, or he had entered into some

Mystery Realm which had cut off signal from the Galaxy Network, in short, it was impossible

for Fu Huoyang to come and save them.

All of a sudden, everyone from the Cheng Clan had ashen expressions.

What could they do?

"Go and close down the formation. Try to have as many people escape as possible," Cheng Wu

said through his divine sense. If it weren't for the formation suppressing, he would also want to abandon the battle and flee.

Now, he could only try his best to block Ling Han, buying time for his clansmen to close the

formation.

Ling Han smiled, and continued to attack. The God Slaying Technique was activated, and in a single strike, another Core Formation Tier cultivator from the Cheng Clan had fallen.

At present, the Cheng Clan was only left with two Core Formation Tier elites, and one of them had even fallen into the large black dog's hands. In truth, Cheng Wu was the only one left.

"We admit defeat," Cheng Wu said through gritted teeth. "Sir, please spare us." "Sure, kneel down and apologize!" the large black dog called out from the side. Meanwhile, Ling Han remained silent, his hands clasped behind his back.

Cheng Wu hesitated for a moment, then knelt down with a pa.

A man knew when to yield and when not to yield. "Grandson, how obedient," the large black dog said with a smile.

Cheng Wu's face was as red as blood. This was naturally a great humiliation. He forcefully

suppressed his anger, and asked Ling Han, "Are you satisfied now?"

"Satisfied with what?" Ling Han was surprised.

Cheng Wu's expression tensed, appearing both furious and shocked, "Didn't you say that as

long as I kneel, you would spare our Cheng Clan?"

"Idiot, that's what I said." The large black dog laughed evilly from the sidelines, "What business is it of my brother?"