Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4284: Intimidation is ineffective

Although Lin Yun's Jade Water Sword wasn't an Imperial Weapon, how could a replica Tool produced by the Imperial Clan be ordinary? This was especially the case since he was the Imperial Son. The materials he used were top-notch.

As the sword swept out, not only were there multiple seals, they were boosted with the Regulations of heaven and earth, as well as the might of the Divine Metal itself, which increased its destructive power.

Boom! The Sword Qi tore through the air, and it was as if even planets could be shattered.

Ling Han was completely unafraid. He brandished his fists to parry, directly blocking the Jade Water Sword.

He could absorb all power within six Heavens, so this kind of defense was naturally awesome. However, he had another disadvantage, and that was he would be wounded by sharp weapons. However, after he cultivated the Body Art, this shortcoming no longer existed.

His physique could completely be treated as the sturdiest Divine Metal among his peers, allowing him to truly possess the confidence to face a Celestial Tool head-on with his bare hands.

Come.

Hong! Hong! Hong!

The two of them continued to exchange blows. The Regulations exploded, and even if it was just a shockwave, it was still extremely destructive.

The spectators at the outer circle hurriedly retreated. They couldn't withstand the aftermath, so they had to retreat. Otherwise, they would either die or be injured.

"The top prodigies of the outside world are indeed as awesome as the legends say!" In the private room, a red-haired woman's eyes lit up. She was Crimson Moon Venerate's granddaughter, Mi Qingdie. She was also the descendant that Crimson Moon Venerate liked the most in this generation.

Thus, Mi Qingdie was also one of the top-notch second-generation young masters of the City of Death. It was because of this that she had dared to watch Zuwa An make a fool of himself.

"This kind of man, I should try to see how fierce he can be in bed." She smiled, her bearing seductive and alluring.

And in the other private rooms, those like Zuwa An and the others were frowning deeply. They had no intention of "playing around". The stronger Ling Han and Lin Yun were, the more uneasy they would be.

They were still young, and did not want to stay here forever. Hence, they wanted to leave, and enter into a real great world, to start a new life for themselves.

However, if the people outside were all so awesome, then wouldn't they be asking for a beating if they went out?

Fight, fight, fight.

Ling Han was filled with heroic spirit. Though the Imperial Son was not affected by any negative effects, he did not take it to heart. He was confident that he was invincible. Even if he could not use a few abilities, he would still be able to kill Lin Yun.

On the other hand, the more Lin Yun fought, the less confident he became.

It couldn't be helped. His battle prowess was only superior to Ling Han by one Heaven, but in terms of endurance, how could he compare to Ling Han?

There was no way to take Ling Han down in a short period of time. If this dragged on for too long, he would definitely lose.

It should be known that they were fighting a mortal duel, and the losing side... meant death. Die?

This was something that Lin Yun had never considered before, at least until his lifespan dried up. He was destined to become a Saint, and his brilliant life had just begun. How could he have imagined that he would die?

However, this word was now churning in his mind, causing him to feel fear.

"Afraid?" Ling Han asked calmly. He could already clearly sense that his opponent's battle prowess had weakened slightly.

Lin Yun remained silent. He naturally knew himself well, and merely attacked madly. His right hand slashed through the air, while his left hand grabbed tens of thousands of Regulations, turning them into Divine Swords to attack Ling Han.

He still had a trump card up his sleeve. In truth, his power had not truly begun to decline. He was laying a trap for Ling Han.

However, with Ling Han's battle experience, how could he not tell?

He didn't give Lin Yun any chance at all. Every punch was violent, forcing Lin Yun to parry with all his might. Mystical power flowed out of him like water.

After battling for another half an hour, Lin Yun finally felt panic.

That was because his power had really begun to decline, and Ling Han had completely leveled the playing field, and if this continued, it would not be difficult to foresee that he would fall into a disadvantage, and be killed by Ling Han in the end.

He had come here to rapidly increase his cultivation level in order to catch up to the Golden Generation, not to seek death!

He was the Imperial Son, and he had a bright future ahead of him. How could he be willing to die here?

"Stop!" he shouted loudly.

How could Ling Han possibly listen? His fists continued to rain down.

When he called out loudly, what Imperial Clan was willing to listen to him?

Lin Yun frowned, and after feigning a move, he immediately turned around and left.

"Humph, you've activated the mortal duel, and you actually think of forfeiting the battle?" With a cold humph, an elite moved. Weng, weng, weng! Innumerable Regulations appeared, turning into a massive cage that enshrouded the entire battlefield.

Lin Yun brandished his sword in a slash, but light blazed, and the cage was completely

unmoved.

It could not be broken through!

Lin Yun was both anxious and furious. He shouted loudly, "I am the Fire Cloud Imperial Clan's Lin Yun. If anything happens to me here, all of you will die!"

Instantly, boos rang out.

This place was filled with mad men, bloodthirsty and yearning for battle. Lin Yun actually used his background to suppress others, so they naturally looked down on him.

Was a mortal duel a joke?

Lin Yun waited for a while, but the Regulations that had sealed him showed no signs of

dispersing.

This!

"Humph, don't use the Imperial Clan as a scare tactic," the elite said calmly. "The Imperial Clan can't enter, so just give up! I might as well tell you. A very, very long time ago, a Saint brought the Imperial Weapon and attempted to force his way in, but what happened?" "The Saint has died, and only the Imperial Weapon streaked through space and left." Lin Yun couldn't help but feel his heart clench. Why didn't he know about this part of history? He suddenly recalled that a Saint of the Thousand Spirit Imperial Clan had once passed away in an accident. It was announced to the outside world that he had gone mad from cultivating. This had once confused the Saint of the Lin Clan, and he thought that the Thousand Spirit Imperial Clan had deliberately concealed the truth.

Could it be that it was here that the Saint had died?

He might have solved a mystery, but his heart was getting colder and colder.

In this place, even the hands of the Imperial Clan were unable to reach out. Then what

meaning did his identity as an Imperial Son have?

"Lin Yun, come fight me!" Behind him, Ling Han said calmly. He didn't take advantage of the

opening to attack.

Lin Yun turned around, his eyes filled with viciousness.

Fine, then he would put his life on the line.

Boom!

He ignited his Imperial Bloodline, and his battle prowess instantly returned to its peak. Furthermore, there was still some improvement, though it was pitifully small.

This was natural. The Silver Generation was already not much inferior to the Great Emperors in their youth. Even if he ignited the Imperial Bloodline, his improvement would not be very

great.

"You want to kill me? Humph, then I'll kill you even if it means shattering my foundations!" Lin Yun said resolutely. His right hand formed into a claw and ruthlessly pressed down on his

chest.

Pu, his chest immediately split open, and blood gushed out. However, not a single drop fell. Instead, it turned into a ball of flames.

Ling Han saw very clearly that these flames actually contained terrifying Regulations, which

made him feel wary.

This was Imperial Blood!

This ball of fire turned into a sword. Its shape was similar to the Jade Water Sword, but the

aura it exuded was countless times more terrifying.

"Die!" Lin Yun's expression was twisted. Not only did this Imperial Blood Spirit Tool have to extract all his Imperial Blood, it would also damage his dao foundations, and only then would he be able to deliver an attack that surpassed his cultivation level.

However, if his dao foundatios were damaged, he could still rebuild it. However, if he died, everything would be for naught.

Hence, he did not hesitate to take a gamble.

Shua! The flaming sword slashed over, bringing with it Lin Yun's boundless killing intent and

hatred.