Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao-Chapter 4623 - : The Saints’ Death Day

Chapter 4623: The Saints’ Death Day

This day could be called the Saints’ Death Day.

A large number of Saints were mercilessly killed by Ling Han. Practically all the Golden Generation Saints were killed, and only a limited few managed to escape.

“Ling Han, you will be punished by the heavens!” the Xuan Huo Saint shouted.

“Humph, what right do you have to represent the Heavenly Dao?” Ling Han charged out from underground, the power of belief continuously surging into his body. He had a shield of power of belief, and even an eight-star Saint would not be able to break through it.

Moreover, he could unleash 19 eight-star Regulations with a single strike. So what if he was a nine-star Saint? Would he be able to withstand such an attack?

At this moment, Ling Han was absolutely invincible among Saints.

If the Pseudo-Emperor didn’t appear, who could compete with him?

Right until they charged out of the outermost wall, did the power of belief finally separate from Ling Han.

He couldn’t borrow any more power.

Ling Han remained calm and collected. There was still a remnant golden shield on him, and it was completely capable of scaring people.

All the Saints were already terrified by him, so who else dared to step forward?

“Let’s go,” Ling Han whispered.

The large black dog understood his meaning. Ling Han was already putting on a strong front, and now he was just bluffing.

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“Brats, not one of you can fight. Grandpa Dog won’t play with you guys anymore.” It tore open space, and everyone prepared to retreat.

Hu!

Seeing that they were about to leave, the remaining Saints all gasped for breath.

Thankfully, they were still alive.

However, only an instant later, realization dawned on them.

F***, with Ling Han’s personality, in a situation when he had the absolute advantage, would he just run like that?

Thus, there was only one possibility.

That was, Ling Han was already spent, and it was impossible for his battle prowess to recover.

However, there was already a rip torn in the Void, and Ling Han and the others could leave with a single step. It was already too late to stop them.

F***!

This was the Ancestral King City, yet Ling Han had unleashed a massacre. In a single battle, more than thirty Saints had died, and the majority of them were Golden Generation Saints.

What kind of concept was this?

The Golden Generation were the most talented clansmen of the Imperial Clans. Even though they were only One Star Saints at this moment, as long as they were given enough time, they could basically reach the height of eight or nine stars in the future.

But now?

Ling Han had almost massacred all of them, and there were practically not many left.

This was really a life-or-death enmity!

However, they could only watch helplessly as Ling Han left. This was really enough to drive them crazy.

“Little friend, please wait for a moment.” A voice suddenly rang out.

Yi?

Ling Han faltered upon hearing this. He immediately stopped in his tracks.

Ge Qianqiu!

“Senior Ge?” Ling Han looked towards the sidelines, and saw the Void ripped open, and an old man walked out.

Who else could it be but Ge Qianqiu?

“Hehe, that’s me.” Ge Qianqiu was dressed in coarse hemp clothing, and looked extremely plain and ordinary.

“Ling Han!” the large black dog urged. To say nothing of the fact that a Nine-Star Saint could appear at any moment, they were no match even for the remaining Saints here.

Ling Han smiled, “It’s fine.”

F***, who was Ge Qianqiu? In the past, he was someone that could contend with a Great Emperor. Even if he had not become Great Emperor in the end, he must still be astonishingly strong. At least, he was sure to be a Nine Star Saint.

Thus, the old man had called him back, so how could he just watch helplessly as he was ganged up on by everyone?

Hearing Ling Han say this, Brother Monkey and the others also stopped.

They believed in Ling Han.

Ling Han looked towards Ge Qianqiu, and took the initiative to ask, “Senior Ge, have you come for Xuan Taiyu, the Great Emperor Xuan?”

He didn’t know Xuan Taiyu’s title, so he could only address him by surname.

Ge Qianqiu revealed a smile, “You have indeed obtained Xuan Taiyu’s inheritance!”

“Actually, it’s nothing much,” Ling Han said honestly. It was just a single rock, though it had strengthened his inner world, and caused it to have some kind of indescribable resonance with the four pinnacle pillars. Besides that, it was only some historical information.

However, the latter was not beneficial for increasing his strength.

Ge Qianqiu sighed, “I know that it would be abnormal if you could obtain some kind of treasure.”

Yi, it sounded like this old man seemed to know about what had happened back then.

“Senior, may I know what era the Great Emperor Cuan belonged to?” Ling Han asked curiously, because this was also closely related to him.

“How dare you, Ling Han!” At this moment, the Xuan Huo Saint suddenly spoke up.

Wasn’t this underestimating the Imperial Clans?

If you directly ran, then there was nothing that could be done. However, now, they were actually having a casual chat here. Wasn’t this just another slap to the faces of the Imperial Clans?

Fine, since you’re not leaving, then don’t leave.

“Surrender your life!” The Xuan Huo Saint moved, grabbing out at Ling Han.

Since they had left the Great Emperor Mystery Realm, Ling Han was still that Ling Han. He only possessed a battle prowess of four stars, and even if he could use Saint-level formations, it was still completely impossible for him to match an eight-star Saint like him.

Ge Qianqiu?

Hehe, this was an unknown Saint, so what need was there for him to take him to heart?

Ge Qianqiu sighed, “Why is there always someone who doesn’t know what’s good for them, and insists on forcing this old man to make a move?”

He also unleashed a palm strike. Peng! Xuan Huo Saint was instantly sent stumbling back.

Gods!

Instantly, everyone felt their scalps go numb. A dignified eight-star Saint was actually no match for this mysterious old man?

This… was a nine-star Saint!

Who would have thought that this old geezer that had randomly popped out would actually be the practically greatest level of strength in the world, a nine-star Saint?

The Xuan Huo Saint also gritted his teeth. He had been no match for this attack, but he hadn’t suffered any injuries either. However, how could he be so unlucky? He had actually encountered a nine-star Saint!

It should be known that not every Imperial Clan possessed such an existence. Added together, there would not be more than the sum of the fingers on two hands.

There was no need to think about the Holy Lands, unless it was something like the Nine Suns Saint, an existence that had been able to contend with the Great Emperor in the past. Otherwise, without the help of the Imperial Scroll, how could one possibly cultivate to nine stars?

Thus, Xuan Huo Saint was extremely astonished when he discovered that Ge Qianqiu was actually a nine-star Saint.

However, he did not lose his temper. Instead, a cold smirk appeared at the corners of his lips.

This was because the eight-star and nine-star Saints from the Imperial Clans were rushing over.

—Even if the nine-star Saint did not arrive, four to five eight-star Saints working together would be enough to stand against a nine-star Saint.

Xiu, xiu, xiu! Space was continuously torn apart, and multiple white-haired Saints walked out.

These were really the old Saints. All of them had lived for at least 700,000 years, and were close to the end of their lives.

However, even if they still had 10,000 years to live, that was still an incredibly long time. It was enough time for them to render fear in others.

“Friend, you can leave now,” a nine-star Saint said.

He was an old Saint of the Baili Clan, and his title was Three Waters.

Ge Qianqiu couldn’t help but smile, “If I want to leave, I will. If I want to stay, I will. Who needs approval?”

How domineering!

Everyone sighed internally. A nine-star Saint was indeed awesome. Even in the face of so many high-level Saints, he was still completely unfazed.

Meanwhile, Ling Han knew this better than anyone else. This person had competed with the Great Emperor before, so how could he not be domineering?

It could be said that the fact that Ge Qianqiu hadn’t become Emperor was perhaps not because his natural talent was inferior, but rather because he had been slightly unlucky.

The Three Waters Saint couldn’t help but raise his white brows. If time had been reversed by two to three hundred years, at that time, Buddha Doga, the Master of Yin River, and the others had not appeared, nine-star Saints were definitely the strongest in the world.

And now, he had encountered provocation.

“You’re seeking death!” He moved, and grabbed out at Ge Qianqiu. His demonic palm blotted out the skies, enshrouding Ling Han, the large black dog and the others.