Chapter 4466 Regrowing Severed Limbs
Chapter 4466 Regrowing Severed Limbs
"No one dares to trifle with them?" Yang Yihuan countered with a question.
"Of course!" Lin Xuan nodded, a hint of pride appearing on his face.
The Imperial Clan was a noble existence that had been developed over countless years. Even in this kind of situation, it was inevitable that he would feel a little proud.
Yang Yihuan couldn't help but splutter in laughter, "Then let me ask Brother Lin, why are you being hunted? Since no one dares to trifle with the Lin Clan, what need is there for me to interfere?"
This!
Lin Xuan was directly dumbfounded, not knowing how to answer at this moment.
F***, who the f*** knew that there was such a freak like Ling Han, that would dare to make a fatal move even on Imperial Clans.
This kind of monster would only appear once in tens of millions of years. If he didn't die, he would either become a Saint or become Emperor in the future.
Why was he so unlucky to have encountered him?
Everyone said that the prodigies of today were all unlucky, because they had encountered the Golden Generation, and were destined to be outshone.
But now, he realized that it was the Golden Generation that was the most unfortunate. They were clearly the generation that had the greatest chance of becoming Emperor, but in the end? One after another, freaks popped out, completely overshadowing their brilliance.
"Golden Generation, hoho." Yang Yihuan seemed to feel rueful, "I really don't know where you guys got the courage to call yourselves that! And you say you're comparable to the Great Emperors of the past? Haha, I'm about to die of laughter!"
This was extremely mocking, and it was clear that he was extremely disdainful of the Golden Generation.
If it were any other time, Lin Xuan would have definitely moved by now, letting him know the consequences of disrespecting an Imperial Son, especially the Golden Generation.
But now? He could only feel resentment in his heart.
"In the past, the Great Emperor was much stronger than you guys!" Yang Yihuan shook his head, and said, "To say nothing of the Great Emperor, even I could have easily defeated you at the same cultivation level back then! Even so, I still had to slumber for eternity, continuously increasing my strength so that I would be qualified to fight for the throne in this lifetime."
"You? Hehe."
This was practically a merciless blow.
Although Lin Xuan hadn't fought Yang Yihuan before, Yang Yihuan had walked out of the demonic mist and defeated the Silver Generations consecutively, proving that his talent was comparable to the Golden Generation. Perhaps, it was possible that he had really surpassed the Golden Generation.
Thus, Yang Yihuan was indeed qualified to say such words.
The Golden Generation? Bullsh*t, just showing off.
Lin Xuan suffered a huge blow. He had always thought that he was already close to how the ancestor of the Lin Clan had once been, and in future, could become the second Great Emperor of the Lin Clan, creating a legend and myth.
But now that he was suddenly told that he was still very far away from the Great Emperor, how could he not be shocked?
Ling Han cracked a smile, "Then please step back a little, Brother Yang."
"All right." Yang Yihuan nodded, and as expected, stepped back.
Lin Xuan was filled with despair. It wasn't easy for him to meet someone, and it was still a freak like Yang Yihuan. In the end, the latter wasn't willing to make a move at all.
His injuries worsened further. If he continued to battle Ling Han, his only fate would be death.
However, if he didn't fight, his only fate would be death.
A cornered beast would still fight, what more when it was a Golden Generation like him. He would definitely not raise his head and wait for death until the moment of his last breath.
He still had this bit of fighting spirit.
"Then, let's fight to the death!" Lin Xuan was prepared. Faced with Ling Han, although he only had one leg and one arm, he exuded a powerful aura.
Once one was prepared to die, they would naturally burst out with a powerful fighting spirit.
Boom, he began to combust the Imperial Blood, making his final gamble.
However, combusting the Imperial Blood was extremely useful when one was at a lower cultivation level. It could greatly increase one's battle prowess, but the better one's natural talent, the higher one's cultivation level, and the lesser the boost brought by combusting the Imperial Blood.
For a Venerate Tier elite and Golden Generation like Lin Xuan, the boost brought about by combusting Imperial Blood was negligible, but when the situation had reached such dire straits, he naturally had to use whatever means he could.
However, as the Imperial Blood boiled, Lin Xuan's aura was like an ocean, rippling out in waves. It was actually continuously increasing, not only reaching the level of a Nine Star Sect Master. In fact, it was even possible that he could even surpass this level.
How was this possible!
Even Lin Xuan himself had not expected this. He looked at the severed arm in disbelief, and felt an itch and pain in his bones, but what was shocking was that the severed arm was presently regrowing!
Not only was his severed arm regrowing, but so was his severed leg.
It should be known that it was either a Saint-level Great Herb, or a Saint, that was qualified to regrow a severed limb, but now, his vitality was clearly greatly damaged, and his battle prowess had dropped to the level of Sect Master, but he actually regrew a severed limb?
How could he not be shocked?
This was the result of combusting the Imperial Blood.
That's not right. Burning the Imperial Blood could only increase one's battle prowess. Since when could it be used as a Saintly medicine?
Ling Han and Yang Yihuan hadn't expected this either. Astonishment spread across their faces.
Have you f****** cheated?
In a mere instant, Lin Xuan's severed arm and leg regrew, and his strength had also stabilized at the level of Nine Star Sect Master. In the end, he was still unable to break through to the level of Venerate Tier.
However, his injuries had already stabilized, and did not worsen any further. Thus, he had completely gained the ability to battle Ling Han again.
"Haha, hahahaha!" This was something that even Lin Xuan hadn't expected, but he was naturally overjoyed about this. "Ling Han, you didn't expect this, did you? This is the power of the Imperial Clan!"
He spoke as if everything was under his control.
"Die!" Lin Xuan charged out. Now that he had all his limbs, his injuries were also under control. He was only short of returning to Venerate Tier-level battle prowess, so he naturally had nothing to fear.
Ling Han smiled faintly. As long as he was still a Sect Master, what did he have to fear?
Let's battle!
Ling Han summoned the Primal Chaos Extreme Lightning Tower, and greeted Lin Xuan's attack. The two of them once again engaged in a bloody battle.
As Yang Yihuan watched the battle, he murmured, "This isn't right. How can burning Imperial Blood allow severed limbs to regrow?"
He racked his brains, greatly troubled by this problem.
After a long while, his expression suddenly changed, "Unless—"
He did not continue, but rather nodded, his expression becoming serious, "So that's how it is!"
"Then should I give him a helping hand?" Yang Yihuan murmured to himself, "After all, we're both on the same side! Sigh, forget it, forget it. This guy's aptitude is just so-so, and there's no way he can become Emperor. The real Imperial Son of the Lin Clan definitely can't be him!"
If anyone heard this muttering, they would definitely go numb with shock.
According to him, even the Golden Generation was only "average aptitude". In fact, they were not even qualified to be called the Imperial Son?
Yang Yihuan looked at Ling Han and said, "This brat is the one who deserves to be taken seriously. His battle prowess is actually so freakish, and is even slightly stronger than the young Great Emperor. If I want to become Emperor, he should be the strongest competitor."
He observed carefully, and his expression became more and more serious. Ling Han had already walked his own path, and this was something that he had not managed to do either.
Severing his cultivation level time and time again, starting from the beginning, wasn't it all for the sake of planting seeds to regrow from the destruction, waiting for a day when he could walk out on his own path?
But he had done it in a single go.
"Could it be that one is really destined to become Emperor?" He frowned, "If it is not you, no matter how hard you try, there would always be no hope?"
He turned to look at Ling Han again, killing intent flickering in his eyes.