Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4310: Six Coloured Saber



"This is Guan Xia's strength!"

"This is the true strength of the Seventh Form."

"That brat is too arrogant. He actually dared to take this attack head-on."

"Haha, he's going to be kicked out of the academy this time."

Everyone smirked coldly. Most of the people here were descendants of the Imperial Clans and the minority were Dao Child of the Holy Lands. How could they dare to oppose the Imperial Sons and Imperial Daughters openly by saying differently?

"Pei! Even if you guys die 100 times, Little Han won't lose a single hair!" the large black dog immediately spat.

"It's not that Grandpa Dragon looks down on you guys, but you guys are just a bunch of trash in my eyes." The little azure dragon's mouth was also unforgiving, its sharpness extremely high.

This caused everyone to be furious. If it was not for the fact that this was the tournament grounds, and there were a considerable number of elites standing guard, they really wanted to rush up and tear the mouths of these two guys.

"Heh, he can't even withstand a single strike. What else is there left to say?" one of the Imperial Sons asked coldly.

Facts spoke louder than words.

Meanwhile, the little azure dragon and the large black dog wore expressions of disdain. "Has the battle been decided already? Idiot!"

"The victor hasn't been decided yet?" The Imperial Son laughed in spite of himself, "Why do you people only know how to pester endlessly?"

"Pei, even the Lords have not announced the results, so what are you jumping around for?" the large black dog spat out.

"Grandpa Dragon guesses that this guy might have some shameful relationship with Guan Xia's a$$hole," the little azure dragon said with certainty.

That Imperial Son instantly wanted to throw up blood. He had only spoken the truth, so how did it have anything to do with Guan Xia?

"Stop the commotion!" A Sect Master shouted in a deep voice. Instantly, everyone fell silent. On the battlefield, the light gradually dispersed, and Ling Han was seen standing proudly, completely unscathed.

How was this possible!

Instantly, everyone felt their scalps go numb. This guy had taken a blow from Guan Xia head- on. Even if Guan Xia had not used his full strength, how could he have blocked it so easily?

Could it be that this guy was wearing some treasured armor that could withstand such a violent attack?Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"This is unfair!"

"That's right. In battle, it is not allowed to use any kind of Spirit Tool."

"Otherwise, if I go and get a Saint Tool, wouldn't I be able to sweep aside all opposition and be invincible?"

Everyone called out, thinking that Ling Han had severely breached the rules.

"Shut up!" the Sect Master shouted in a deep voice. "Ling Han didn't use a Spirit Tool." 'What?'

Disbelief spread across everyone's faces. How was this possible?

Meanwhile, Guan Xia took a deep breath, his expression becoming incredibly serious.

Since the Sect Master said that Ling Han didn't use a Spirit Tool, that must be the case. He recognized this Sect Master, though he wasn't from his own clan. Instead, he was from the Peacock Imperial Clan. He definitely wouldn't side with Ling Han.

In other words, Ling Han's strength... was very strong.

He needed to get serious.

Weng, Guan Xia's whole body glowed. On his right side, a six-coloured saber appeared, and there were incredibly mysterious veined patterns on the blade.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it. The colorful saber was already in his hand.

Yi, didn't they say that Spirit Tools couldn't be used?

Ling Han focused his gaze, and couldn't help but look slightly surprised. This colorful saber used Dao as its structure, and high-level energy as its blade. It was not a real saber.

Six colours?

True Self?

"Ling Han, try out the might of my saber strike!" Guan Xia said coldly. He brandished his saber in a slash. Six-coloured light dazzled the skies, as if even the heaven and earth had been sliced apart.

Yi, True Self can be used as a weapon?

Ling Han really didn't know. Was this a secret technique that only the members of the Imperial Clans had mastered, or was it Guan Xia's own fortuitous encounter that allowed him to possess such a Mystical Power?

He wanted to test out its might.

Ling Han clenched his hand into a fist, and charged towards the six-coloured saber.

Peng!

Guan Xia was instantly sent flying. Meanwhile, Ling Han's body also swayed slightly. Even though he had suppressed his cultivation level to the Seventh Form, he was still able to firmly suppress Guan Xia.

However, when he raised his hand, a wound actually appeared on the tip of his fist.

It should be known that he had also cultivated Body Art, and his physique was incredibly tough. Coupled with the fact that he could automatically disperse the attack power within six Heavens, how could he possibly be injured by a Seventh Form?

"That wasn't refined from Origin Gold.

Interesting.

Ling Han's eyes lit up, and his interest was instantly piqued.

And witnessing the might of this strike from Guan Xia, many Imperial Sons instantly felt

exalted, and cheered loudly.

"Good job, Imperial Son Guan."

"This is the true strength of the Silver Generation!"

"Despicable dog, four-legged snake, what else do you guys have to say now?"

The large black dog and little azure dragon's expressions were filled with disdain. Ling Han didn't get serious at all, okay? They really didn't know what these people were acting so smug

about.

Ling Han shook his fist. This was only a minor injury, and it immediately stopped the

bleeding.

Using one's True Self as a blade, the destructive power was a little overbearing.

I should be able to as well.

With a thought from Ling Han, the True Self of Destruction appeared.

As expected, it was very ordinary, too ordinary.

Everyone had seen it with their own eyes, and they were all certain that Ling Han was done

for.

Even if he had now cultivated to the seventh form, how could a True Self of such quality evolve again? Then, with such a mortal body advancing into the Spirit Transformation Tier,

what spiritual body could he cultivate?

Too weak.

Yet Ling Han was completely unconcerned. He controlled the True Self to turn into a hammer.

"Haha!" Guan Xia couldn't help but laugh coldly, "Do you think that just by watching me do it once, you would be able to turn the True Self into a weapon? You are really too naive!"

It was because he already had one foot into the Spirit Transformation Tier that he was able to turn the True Self into a weapon, and could be considered a pseudo spiritual body.

If you didn't have the comprehension of the Spirit Transformation Tier, you wouldn't be able

to do it.

Boom, he brandished his saber and struck again, without mercy. He wanted to defeat Ling Han as soon as possible with a thunderous force.

Ling Han was extremely casual as he greeted the attack with the battle hammer that the True Self of Destruction had formed.

The colorful saber and the battle hammer clashed, but there was no physical impact, because the True Self of Destruction wasn't solid, so the colorful saber directly slashed over, slicing towards Ling Han's neck.

Everyone was filled with anticipation. They truly hoped that Ling Han would not be able to dodge in time, and be beheaded with a single strike.

-If Ling Han had really died here, the Nine Mountains Saint would have nothing to say. This was a very normal sparring match, so it was understandable that they could not help him in time. Moreover, it was Ling Han who had provoked Guan Xia first.

"Have you recorded it?" an Imperial Son asked.

"Of course." This could be used as proof. You see, it was Ling Han himself who had courted death.

Shua, the saber slashed over. Ling Han took a step back, dodging this blow.

His mind was completely focused on how to transform the True Self into a weapon. Thus, he was completely immersed in his own world, like a child who had just gotten a new toy. However, he was completely helpless. No matter how much of a prodigy he was, there was no way he could immediately gain appreciation just by looking at someone else's ultimate move.

After several dozen moves, Ling Han was naturally at a disadvantage. Guan Xia had complete control of the situation.

However, no matter how fiercely Guan Xia attacked, he was still unable to turn his advantage

into victory.

Ling Han's toughness seemed to have no bottom. No matter how much you beat him down, he would be able to withstand it.

This rendered everyone speechless. Was it really so difficult to defeat Ling Han?

Forget it.

Ling Han shook his head. If he wanted to cultivate the True Self into a weapon, he would

definitely need to know how it worked. It was definitely impossible if he couldn't find a way to

do so.

He was only curious, because when it came to the Spirit Transformation Tier, the True Self would evolve into a spiritual body.

He was only a sliver away from Spirit Transformation Tier, so there was no need to waste his

energy.

En, he was getting serious now.