Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao-Chapter 4624 - : Pseudo-Emperor Ge Qianqiu

Chapter 4624: Pseudo-Emperor Ge Qianqiu

Just how terrifying was the attack of a Nine-Star Saint?

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In an era when there was no Emperor in the world, this was practically the strongest battle prowess in the universe. With a single palm strike, it was guaranteed that he would be able to directly shatter a star.

Who could stop him?

All the Imperial Clans smirked coldly. Previously, they had not been able to do anything to Ling Han, because Ling Han already possessed the power of a Saint. If he wanted to flee, he could. Even a Nine-Star Saint would not be able to stop him.

But this time, Ling Han was actually so stupid as to stay behind.

Hehe, did he think that old geezer would be able to block a nine-star Saint?

Even if he could, so what? How many nine-star Saints and eight-star Saints were there here?

The combined efforts of these supreme elites of the current era had already sealed off the space. There was absolutely no way that Ling Han could tear a rip into the Void and flee.

Thus, this group of people were now trapped.

Just wait for death.

Ge Qianqiu shook his head, and casually waved his palm, saying, “Get lost!”

His words were equivalent to law!

Peng! The Three Waters Saint was sent flying with a single strike, and he instantly disappeared into space, becoming a tiny dot in the distance.

‘Holy f*ck!’

In an instant, everyone was dumbfounded.

What was going on here?

What kind of battle prowess was this?

‘F*ck!’

Even Ling Han hadn’t expected this. At first, he was stunned, then realization dawned on him.

This old man was a Pseudo-Emperor!

Otherwise, Old Man Ge’s natural talent in cultivation would be extremely awesome, just like Ling Han, possessing Pseudo-Emperor-level battle prowess when he was only a Saint. Otherwise, how could he have sent a nine-star Saint flying with a single palm strike?

As a kickass big shot that could compete with Xuan Taiyu, there didn’t seem to be any problem for him to become a Pseudo-Emperor, right?

Just like how Buddha Doga had fought with the Ancestral Buddha for the throne. In the end, he had also become the Pseudo-Emperor, and had even lived a second life.

At this moment, the entire universe was completely silent.

Pseudo-Emperor!

When there was no Emperor in the world, this was the true supreme elite.

The Imperial Clans?

Hehe, even with the protection of the Imperial Formation and the Imperial Weapon, they would probably only be able to just barely hide in the ancestral grounds, living in a state of anxiety, right?

With the word ‘Emperor’, it meant invincibility.

“Greetings, Lord Pseudo-Emperor!” Soon, one after another, people paid their respects to Ge Qianqiu.

In the cultivation world, respect for strength was the most important. So what if he was a Saint? In front of a Pseudo-Emperor, he was trash.

Just think about Buddha Doga. Just how many Saints had he killed?

In front of the Pseudo-Emperors, Saints didn’t even have the chance to escape.

More and more people bowed their heads and paid their respects to Ge Qianqiu, though none of them knew the exact origins of this old man. Only those who had participated in the trip to the Island of the Sky would have some slight information about this old man.

Ge Qianqiu waved them off casually, “Step down. This old man wants to discuss some matters with young friend Ling.”

He was still as calm as always, not putting on any airs at all, but since he had already shown the battle prowess of a Pseudo-Emperor, then his words were like law decrees that everyone had to obey strictly?

Did he really think that a Pseudo-Emperor was all that amicable?

Which person who could cultivate to this cultivation level was not resolute and decisive?

All the Saints retreated, especially those eight-star and nine-star Saints from the Imperial Clans. They had come excitedly, yet left with their tails between their legs. This was really a slap to their faces.

They all sighed ruefully. Was Ling Han that hard to kill?

Previously, when Saints and even Venerates couldn’t even be bothered to look directly at Ling Han, Buddha Doga showed his concern for Ling Han, and even helped him resolve a few dangerous situations.

It should be known that if it was not for the fact that they were wary of Buddha Doga, they would have long since sent elites to kill Ling Han.

But now?

Another Ge Qianqiu appeared, and he was also extremely friendly towards Ling Han.

At this moment, would the Imperial Clans still dare to attack Ling Han?

At the very least, it was impossible that high-level Saints would be mobilized to bully the weak. Otherwise, if Ge Qianqiu was angered… hoho, if a Pseudo-Emperor had killing intent, just how terrifying would that be?

Could even the Imperial Formation block the Pseudo-Emperor?

No one knew.

Firstly, there were really too few Pseudo-Emperors, and secondly, no Imperial Clan would be so foolish to really offend a Pseudo-Emperor, so no one knew how long the Imperial Formation could block a Pseudo-Emperor for.

It could be one year or ten years, or it could be endless, or it could only be one day or half a day.

“Are we just going to allow this boy to grow just like that?”

“He killed the most outstanding Imperial Sons of our clans!”

“But… what can be done?”

All the Saints were also helpless. There was no one in this world that would just suffer a beating without fighting back. However, even if they fought back, they still had to abide by the rules. If they bullied the weak with their superior strength, they would definitely become a topic of gossip. Most importantly, there were even two Pseudo-Emperors keeping an eye on them!

Though neither Buddha Doga nor Ge Qianqiu had said anything about whether or not they were allowed to make a move on Ling Han, but just based on the attitude that they showed towards Ling Han, what Imperial Clan would dare to mess around?

The problem was that Ling Han was too freakish. In a battle of equal cultivation levels, who could be a match for him?

In fact, even lower level Saints could only be swept aside.

If it was a fair battle, and Ling Han was severely wounded or even killed in fact, then it was guaranteed that Buddha Doga and Ge Qianqiu would have nothing to say. And if it was a fair battle, then there were two indicators. The first was that their cultivation levels were equal. This was naturally a fair battle.

And there was another… that was of the same age.

Could they find someone like that?

All the Saints shook their heads. Ling Han was invincible among his peers, and had even swept aside all king tiers under 10,000 years old. Finding an opponent that could fight him fairly was really as difficult as ascending the heavens.

“Er… are we still going to give him the resources that we agreed on?” a Saint asked.

When these words fell, the Saints were naturally even more vexed.

F***, this was a moral kidnapping, causing them to promise Ling Han cultivation resources, but this guy had just gone on a killing spree, killing a great many Imperial Sons, and they still had to “reward” this enemy with cultivation resources?

Wouldn’t they go crazy from anger?

Initially, they naturally ignored this matter. Who asked them to be the victims?

However, with the addition of Ge Qianqiu… they were stuck in a dilemma.

Pseudo-Emperor!

“We wil!” an old Saint said, pinching his nose.

“We’ve already said it. It’s impossible that we won’t give them, but try to give as little as possible.”

“That’s the only way.”

All the Saints looked livid. They were Imperial Clan elites, and it had always been them that would be bullying others. When had they ever suffered such a vexation?

It couldn’t be helped. Who asked Ling Han to have Pseudo-Emperors on his side?

…

On Ling Han’s side, Old Man Ge casually strolled around the Heavenly Mother Planet. Ling Han followed behind him. Meanwhile, Brother Monkey, the large black dog, and the others tactfully didn’t follow.

“Do you have a lot of questions?” the old man suddenly asked.

Ling Han nodded honestly and without reservations. He did indeed have too many questions.

“Ask away. I’ll tell you everything I know,” Ge Qianqiu said with a nod.

That’s nice; he could finally solve too many unsolved mysteries.

However, Ling Han faltered for a moment. Because he had too many questions, he didn’t know where to begin at this moment.

After a long while, he asked, “Why has Senior not made a move all this while?”

If a Pseudo-Emperor made a move, what was the Skeleton Saint Tool worth?

Ge Qianqiu sighed, “That’s because of the balance.”

“Because of those existences in the Yin River, Blood Sea, and other danger zones?” Ling Han asked.