Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Feng Shaolin ran madly, and behind him, Ling Han chased after him at an unhurried pace.

He also had a tracking treasure, so he was completely unconcerned. He slowly chased after him, but did not give Feng Shaolin the chance to heal his injuries.

And just like that, the chase lasted for more than two days.

Feng Shaolin was battered and exhausted. After running for two days, his mystical power was greatly exhausted, and he was still unable to heal his injuries. Not only were his injuries not under control, but they were even worsening, causing him to almost lose all hope.

Xiu, he dashed out of a forest of stone, yet a group of people shockingly appeared ahead of him.

Coincidentally, it was Feng Jixing and his group again.

Compared to the last time, Feng Shaolin was filled with vigor, but now, he was like a stray dog. There was really no comparison.

“Yi, clan leader Feng?” Feng Jixing turned around and looked over, his face filled with surprise. What was going on here?

Feng Shaolin was an elite at the consummate level of the Core Formation Tier, and his battle prowess could reach the Eighth Heaven. He was even more powerful than him, yet he had actually fallen to such a miserable state. Just what kind of powerful opponent had he encountered?

Feng Shaolin breathed a sigh of relief. There were so many people here, so perhaps they could block for him for a while. After all, there was no shortage of heirs of great sects here. They had many rare treasures in their possession, and even he had to be wary of them.

But what should he say? That he was presently being hunted down by a Cauldron Forging Tier?

What kind of joke was this? An elite at the consummate level of the Core Formation Tier was being hunted down by a Cauldron Forging Tier? Who would believe this?

His expression was awkward, and he hesitated for a moment, but could not say anything. Right at this moment, Ling Han had already caught up to him from behind.

“Ling Han!” When he saw Ling Han, Feng Jixing’s eyes immediately sharpened, revealing a baleful killing intent.

He naturally would never have imagined that Ling Han was the one who had caused Feng Shaolin to run for his life.

Ling Han also looked towards Feng Jixing, revealing a faint smile. Just in time, he met this guy again.

Though he had not yet advanced into the Core Formation Tier, there was already no problem for him to suppress Feng Jixing.

“Scram!” he said calmly.

Feng Jixing laughed, his face filled with coldness. This brat had repeatedly gone against him, and had even in fact snatched away the fated opportunity that belonged to him, causing his killing intent to blaze.

“You’re seeking death!”

He moved without any reservations, and shot out a palm strike. Instantly, a dazzling brilliance spread out, and seals spread out, creating an extremely great commotion.

Ling Han was naturally unafraid, and merely tapped out a finger.

This was very simple, but it was a power that could destroy all techniques. The brilliance instantly dispersed, and the seals were destroyed.

‘What?’

Not only was Feng Jixing dumbfounded, but even Song Lan, Prosperous Heaven, and the others wore expressions of disbelief.

This was too much of an exaggeration, wasn’t it? You f****** are only a Cauldron Forging

Tier.

“Feng Jixing, aside from being able to use your slightly higher cultivation level to suppress others, what else can you do?” Ling Han said calmly. “However, even if your cultivation level is higher than mine now, in front of me, you can’t even withstand a single blow.”

“You!” Feng Jixing was furious, but he had to admit that Ling Han was indeed powerful. He had dispersed this attack too easily.

But how was this possible?

How could a Cauldron Forging Tier cultivator be so powerful?

“Don’t be too smug!” With a leap, he once again charged towards Ling Han. This time, he had used a Saint-level technique, and his battle prowess instantly soared, directly rising from Third Heaven to Sixth Heaven.

This was extremely terrifying. Even an ordinary Core Formation Tier late stage cultivator’s battle prowess was only this strong.

Of course, he could only temporarily burst out with such powerful battle prowess. How could a Saint Technique possibly be channelled continuously?

Ling Han replied with a counterattack. The Three Styles of the God of War unleashed its might and clashed with Feng Jixing.

Their raw power was equal, so it would depend on who had the stronger grasp of the technique. Now, it was a clash of two Saint-level techniques.

However, the Three Styles of the God of War was only a very superficial Saint Technique, and could possibly even be a castrated version. It was indeed stronger than a Venerate Tier-level technique, but against Feng Jixing’s Saint Technique, it was not enough.

After the attack, Ling Han couldn’t help but take a few more steps back.

“Haha, nothing more than this!” Feng Jixing sneered.

“I really don’t know what you’re so proud of,” Ling Han said with a shake of his head. “Don’t forget, I’m only a Cauldron Forging Tier.”

You can also be considered a f****** Cauldron Forging Tier?

Feng Jixing wanted to curse. How could there be such a freakish Cauldron Forging Tier?

He launched another Saint Technique, but this time, a divine light also shot out.

Feng Jixing had refined a streak of celestial light and fused it into his Celestial Cauldron. Now that he had advanced into the Core Formation Tier, the might of the celestial light would naturally rise accordingly, possessing astonishing destructive power.

Ling Han smiled and greeted it with a punch.

Peng!

The divine light slashed onto his body, yet its might was easily dispersed by the Celestial

Cauldron.

Pu, what the hell was this?

Feng Jixing couldn’t accept this. The celestial light that he had obtained was extremely high- level, and the might of the divine light after refining the celestial light was comparable to a Saint-level technique. Thus, it was equivalent to him unleashing two Saint Techniques just

now.

But what was the result?

The two Saint Techniques shot out at the same time, and Ling Han actually resolved it easily

with a single punch.

How could he accept this?

-If Feng Shaolin had to say this, this was really very normal. Didn’t you see that even he, an elite with Eighth Heaven battle prowess, was forced to flee in a sorry state? And who do you

think you are?

Ling Han smiled faintly and said, “Feng Jixing, even if your cultivation level is higher than mine, you still won’t be able to suppress me. In fact, you’ll only be trampled on by me. I really don’t know how you have the nerve to call yourself the number one prodigy of the North

Heavenly Realm.”

Feng Jixing almost exploded in fury. He didn’t call himself the number one prodigy. Moreover, he was only the number one prodigy of Cauldron Forging Tier. Of course, there were other top-notch prodigies in the Core Formation Tier.

“You dare to look down on me!” He charged out, his expression twisted.

Ling Han unleashed his murderous aura, immediately causing Feng Jixing to pause. He then launched a powerful offensive, and in a few moments, Feng Jixing was at a disadvantage. This caused Song Lan and the others to watch with dumbfounded shock. Ling Han being able to battle against a superior cultivation level prodigy was already shocking enough, and it was

a supreme prodigy like Feng Jixing at that. This was practically a fantasy story. When Feng Shaolin saw this, he hurriedly prepared to flee again.

Xiu, Ling Han didn’t attack Feng Jixing anymore. Instead, he leaped over to block Feng

Shaolin.

What!

Everyone was shocked. Was Ling Han seeking death? He actually dared to actively attack an elite at the consummate level of the Core Formation Tier? Was he tired of living? Even Feng Jixing smirked coldly. Ling Han’s power was only on par with his, but against a Core Formation consummate level cultivator, it was more or less an insta-kill.

He was truly seeking death.

However, everyone saw a scene that made their eyes widen in disbelief – Feng Shaolin actually didn’t dare to parry, turning and running.

Feng Jixing: “…” Song Lan: “I

Prosperous Heaven: “…”

Ling Han’s expression was cold as he unleashed his murderous aura. Feng Shaolin’s body instantly faltered, and he immediately charged over, unleashing another three powerful

attacks.

-The Primal Chaos Divine Lightning, the Divine Beasts of the Celestial Cauldron, and the Demonic Monkey Fists.

This was too terrifying. Though Feng Shaolin tried his best to dodge and resist, he was still

blasted left and right, throwing up blood continuously.

‘F*ck!’

Seeing this scene, everyone wanted to curse. As it turned out, the person chasing after Feng Shaolin was none other than Ling Han.

Crazy, he was really about to go crazy. How could a Cauldron Forging Tier cultivator be this

powerful?

Feng Jixing felt as if he had been slapped across the face, feeling a burning pain.

In his eyes, Feng Shaolin was a big shot, yet he was actually being hunted down by Ling Han

and forced to vomit blood. Moreover, he was still looking down on Ling Han?

Hehe, what a joke.

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