Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4295: Eighth Form!



When they said this, Wan Yulong and the others all nodded.

That's right. Han Di was not Lin Yun. He was much, much stronger.

This was the Seventh Form of the True Self Tier, breaking the limit of three times. Ordinary people wouldn't even dare to imagine it. How could such a being possibly lose?

"Then, it can only be said that this Huang Tian's brain has been damaged."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"He's far too arrogant! Does he think that he can rival Han Di, just by being able to oppose a single strike?"

These five top-notch second-generation young masters reached a consensus, and thought that Ling Han was completely overestimating his own abilities, and did not really have the strength to stand against Han Di.

The Dark Battlefield soon approved Ling Han and Han Di's request to change the normal tournament stage battle to a mortal duel.

In this way, only one of them would be able to leave alive.

A cold smile appeared on Han Di's face, and he said, "You're truly stupid!"

"Hehe." Ling Han ignored him.

Han Di had no interest in speaking any further. He charged out, wanting to kill Ling Han and snatch the Imperial Scroll.

Boom, the power of the seventh form was released to his heart's content. He had been here for so many years, so he must have reached the end of the seventh form long ago. Endless power surged out, terrifying beyond description.

Ling Han brandished his fists, and delivered a punch at Han Di.

Peng!

The two of them exchanged a blow, and both of their figures swayed, retreating backwards. "Yi?" A hint of surprise appeared on Han Di's face. This was really beyond his expectations. Ling Han's strength was actually capable of matching him?

However, he immediately became arrogant again. So what?

He communicated through divine sense, "I never thought that after you disappeared for a few years, your cultivation level would actually have such great improvement!"

In any case, the mortal duel had already begun, so he was not afraid that Ling Han would go back on his word.

Ling Han smiled faintly. Han Di should have guessed his identity by now.

"There are a lot of things that you can't imagine."

Han Di charged over again, his hands like axes. Boom, as he delivered palm strikes, energy interwove with Regulations, turning into multiple Divine Axes that slashed towards Ling Han.

Ling Han clenched his hands into fists, and attacked repeatedly. Peng, peng, peng, every single Divine Axe was shattered by him.

The two of them used their respective Mystical Powers, and for a short period of time, it was hard to decide the victor. Their battle was incredibly intense.

Everyone was transfixed with shock. They hadn't imagined that Ling Han would be so powerful. He was genuinely able to exchange blows with Han Di.

"Hiss, who exactly is this Huang Tian?" In the private room, Wan Yulong and the others were also very stunned.

They had all broken through to the Spiritual Transformation Tier a few years ago, and with their superior cultivation level, they could naturally see clearly that Han Di had definitely unleashed all his battle prowess at the peak stage of the seventh form.

In other words, this "Huang Tian" should also be at the peak stage of Seventh Form. Heavens!

At this moment, they no longer had any confidence that Han Di would win.

Fight, fight, fight. Ling Han and Han Di exchanged blows, incredibly intense.

However, this kind of intensity was only relative to Han Di and the spectators. Ling Han's cultivation level had long since surpassed the Seventh Form, and he had not used his full strength at all. He only wanted to see the ultimate technique of the Han Clan.

"I really can't underestimate you," Han Di said coldly. Suddenly, he sent out a palm strike. Boom, the might actually increased inconceivably by a whole lot.

Peng! With a single strike, Ling Han was instantly sent backwards.

"You didn't expect this, did you?" A hint of pride appeared on Han Di's face, and he slowly withdrew his palm, "I am not the Seventh Form, but rather... the Eighth Form of the True Self Tier!"

Hearing these words, the whole grandstand fell silent.

What? Han Di had actually broken through? Not the Seventh Form, but the Eighth Form!

Heavens, heavens, this was the Imperial Son, and this was the Silver Generation?

The Eighth Form of the True Self Tier was the true limit.

"Haha!" Mi Qingdie jumped up in excitement. "This is my Han Di!"

Wan Yulong and the others didn't refute the question of whether Han Di was hers or not. They were still in a state of shock. Han Di had actually broken through to the Eighth Form. This was really too shocking.

"The present me is no longer inferior to the Golden Generation," Han Di declared proudly. Every day, he would fight bloody battles here, and in fact, he would frequently enter into the forest to battle those terrifying Demonic Beasts, which finally allowed him to take the step that would lead him to the ultimate path of heaven.

"However, being able to force me to use the power of the Eighth Form, you should be proud of yourself."

Ling Han was astonished. This person had actually broken through to the Eighth Form?

As expected, the Imperial Son could not be underestimated.

"Hehe, congratulations." He smiled faintly.

Yi, why would he have such a reaction?

Han Di was slightly confused. He was the Eighth Form, and even the Golden Generation was nothing more than this. It could be claimed to be the strongest level of the True Self Tier. The Ninth Form only existed in legends, like a fantasy story.

But why was Ling Han still so unconcerned?

Whatever, he would kill him, search his soul, and snatch the Imperial Scroll.

Han Di quickly pushed his confusion aside. He didn't need to know the answer. He only

needed to believe in his own strength.

Xiu, he charged out again, and the power of the eighth form completely burst forth.

"Die!" He stimulated this terrifying attack, which surged majestically towards Ling Han.

Ling Han had absolutely no intention of dodging, and responded with a punch of his own.

Peng!

The two of them exchanged a blow, and an inconceivable scene appeared. Han Di was actually

sent flying.

F***!

Everyone wanted nothing more than to rub their eyes. They must have seen wrongly; how

could it be like this?

Han Di's figure landed on the ground. He turned around and steadied his footing, his face

filled with shock and confusion.

How was this possible?

Ling Han's power was actually superior to his?

"How is it possible that you have also cultivated to the Eighth Form!" Han Di shouted loudly.

He could not believe it, nor did he want to believe it.

Ling Han smiled faintly, "You can cultivate to the eighth form, so why can't I?"

How could you compare to me?

He was the Imperial Son, a Silver Generation elite who was doted on by the heavens. From birth, he was practically standing at the finishing line. Who could outrun him?

He glared hatefully at Ling Han, and the projection of the giant fish behind him gradually solidified, its size unknown.

"Swallowing Heaven Technique!" he shouted loudly. The giant fish also wagged its tail, and swam towards Ling Han. It opened its mouth, instantly creating a boundless suction force. Ling Han's mind trembled slightly, as if his soul was about to be extracted.

Yi?

This was an attack aimed at the soul. If his body and soul were separated, the physical body without the control of the soul would be an empty shell, and without the protection of the physical body, the soul would naturally be extremely fragile.

Ling Han humphed, and the nine True Selves in his mind all lit up, stabilizing his soul.

Han Di frowned. This was a Mystical Power that he had awakened by nature. Even the Golden Generation would suffer a little if they were caught off guard. He had not thought that he would not be able to get the slightest advantage over Ling Han.

He roared loudly, and that giant fish actually sprouted a pair of wings.

A Roc! The Roc spread its wings, and once again opened its mouth to swallow Ling Han. The effect of

extracting the soul instantly increased to tons.

But so what? With nine True Selves standing guard, his mind was completely calm.

One had to realize that Ling Han wasn't at the Eighth Form. Instead, he was at the Ninth Form. "Do you have any more moves?" Ling Han asked with a smile.

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