Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4642  Demanding

In space, multiple figures tore a rip into space and appeared. Every single one of them was exuding a frightening aura, like they were Demon Gods.

The Saints had arrived.

There were those from the Imperial Clans, and there were also those from the Holy Lands. They had all seen the live broadcast on the Galaxy Network, and rushed over at the first instant.

These were those that were the closest to them. It was sure that there would be other Saints appearing, one after another, and there would be even more of them.

They all thought that this great ocean was some kind of Mystery Realm.

Strictly speaking, the Land of Death could also be considered a Mystery Realm, but in this place, there were basically no great opportunities, only death.

When these Saints saw Zhang Yu, they were all stunned.

Where had he popped out from?

Previously, they had been completely focused on their journey, and had not had the time to pay attention to Galaxy Network's live broadcast.

However, as long as they connected to the Galaxy Network again, they would soon be able to find out the reason — it was not everyone in the Imperial Clans did not use the connection device, but among the core members, there was definitely none.

It didn't matter. It was fine as long as one person connected it. He turned on the projection function, and then replayed it. Everything became clear.

Yi, this man actually walked out of the great ocean?

All the Saints were surprised. What the hell was this great ocean? Why was it floating in space?

Though he was surrounded by the Saints, Zhang Yu did not take it to heart at all. He looked calm and composed. He looked at Ling Han, and said with a smile, "I heard that Brother Ling has obtained a seed, and would like to ask Brother Ling Ling to part with it."

Ling Han's heart jolted.

For the sake of this seed, Empress Qingzhu had barged into the great crack at the edge of the universe by herself, and paid the price of being severely injured and unable to live a second life.

And why had she done that?

Because this Empress had foreseen a frightening future, she had made arrangements, wanting to create an invincible Great Emperor in this era, capable of sweeping aside all opposition in the world, and resolve the crisis.

From the look of things now, this crisis was the invasion of the Netherworld on the surface, but in truth, the mastermind behind it was the Masters of the Twelve Lands of Death.

No matter how one looked at it, this Zhang Yu, as well as this great sea, was a matching description for a Land of Death.

Thus, the rulers of the Twelve Lands of Death was also very wary of Empress Qingzhu's trump card, and deliberately mobilized a Land of Death, wanting to snatch this seed.

In this way, the threat to them was naturally eliminated.

Ling Han shook his head, "Why should I part with it?"

Zhang Yu smiled, "As long as Brother Ling is willing to hand over that seed, I can satisfy whatever request you have."

"For example, Imperial Scroll, if one scroll is not enough, you can have two scrolls, or even three or four scrolls."

"Imperial Weapon is fine too!"

"Or perhaps, an exquisite beauty!"

What!

When the Saints in the surroundings heard this, they all trembled in excitement.

He was offering even an Imperial Scroll? Furthermore, it was not just one or two, but he was actually offering three or even four just like that?

'F*ck! Just how many Imperial Clans have you robbed?'

After a moment of excitement, the Saints' first reaction was that this person was boasting. What force would be able to grasp more than one Imperial Scroll?

Ling Han thought for a moment, then said, "All right. As long as you can satisfy one condition of mine, it is not impossible for me to part with it."

"Please speak, Brother Ling." Zhang Yu smiled calmly.

"Tell the masters of the Twelve Lands of Death to commit suicide, and I'll hand that seed over to you," Ling Han said.

This was obviously something that could not be accepted. Thus, Zhang Yu's expression that had been smiling all this while finally changed.

He withdrew his smile, revealing a baleful and arrogant expression.

"Brother Ling, up until now, I have been speaking nicely," he said calmly.

"Yi, you speak as if I have scolded you." Ling Han shrugged his shoulders.

"This person has persecutory delusions, right?" the large black dog asked from the sidelines.

"You're sick, you have to be treated!" the little azure dragon continued.

"Ang!" The perverted pig was exasperated. Uncle Pig had been throwing himself into a pile of women, and what was the meaning of you guys dragging Uncle Pig up here?

What a bunch of b@stards.

Zhang Yu instantly looked furious. How could these guys in front of him be so despicable? With just a few words, they had provoked him to the point of fuming.

"You guys, don't be shameless!" He raised his voice.

All around them, the Saints all felt sympathy.

Ling Han, the large black dog, and the others were the type to drive others to die out of fury from their insults.

'You should have long since prepared yourself. When it's time to make a move, don't waste words. There's only one word for it: do it!'

However, this guy was actually also a Fallen Imperial Son like Yang Yihuan, He Luo, and the others. This naturally caused all the Saints to feel a sense of unity against a common enemy.

—Aside from a minority that was completely disregarding the bigger picture, even the Imperials knew that the conflict between them and Ling Han was an internal affair, while the conflict with the Netherworld was irreconcilable.

"Face is earned, not given by anyone," Ling Han said with a smile.

"Who do you think you are? Do you want us to give you face?" the large black dog scoffed.

"F*ck!" The little azure dragon gave him the middle finger.

Zhang Yu could no longer hold back, and moved directly, charging towards Ling Han and the others.

Boom! A devastating might surged into the surroundings. He was a Four-Star Saint, and he was more so the son of a Great Emperor. Thus, his natural talent in cultivation was astonishingly powerful. With a single strike, 12 eight-star Regulations surged into the surroundings.

Even Ling Han wouldn't be able to withstand it. They all used Phoenix Wings Divine Flight to rapidly retreat.

"I gave you face, yet you refuse. All of you, die!" Zhang Yu chased after them.

"Humph, this is the Living Realm!" A Saint stepped out, greeting Zhang Yu's attack.

Boom!

He had actually blocked Zhang Yu, and was not at a disadvantage at all.

This stunned everyone. This person was clearly only a Four-Star Saint, yet was actually so strong!

"Luo Yang, son of the Great Emperor of the Saintly Heaven Imperial Clan!" It wasn't long before someone revealed the identity of this Saint.

So that was the case.

Everyone nodded. They were both the sons of Great Emperors, so who would be weaker than the other?

The two Imperial Sons were locked in an intense battle. At this moment, to say nothing of deciding the victor, it was impossible to determine who had the upper hand.

All the Saints smirked coldly. A mere Imperial Son actually dared to boast shamelessly?

Did he really think that the people of the Living Realm were made of paper?

"How incredibly foolish!" Zhang Yu smirked coldly, and waved his hand, "Come!"

Weng, weng, weng! A terrifying scene appeared. Multiple figures flew out of the sea, densely packed together.

Saintly corpses!

Heavens, what kind of number was this?

Why was it this move again?

The sea of blood, the Yin River… their main method of attack was the corpses of Saints.

But even though this move was old-fashioned, it had been tested time and time again.

Just ask, who in the world could match the sea of corpses of Saints?

Aside from Great Emperors, only Pseudo-Emperors would be capable.

Instantly, all the Saints retreated.

They couldn't face this head-on, or they would definitely die!

Even Luo Yang didn't step forward to battle anymore. With his battle prowess, he wouldn't be afraid of the corpses of Saints even if it were one-on-one or one-on-ten. However, how could it be just one-on-ten now?

One against a hundred, one against a thousand, ten thousand… no matter how strong his battle prowess was, he was no match.

Zhang Yu looked coldly at Ling Han, "You refuse a toast, and insist on drinking a forfeit! Hand over the seed, or I will destroy this planet below!"

Even if they were members of the Imperial Clans, they would not threaten others like this, because they were not all alone either. If they were targeted by a Saint, they would only be able to cower. Who would dare to run out of the protection of the Imperial Formation?

However, those who had come from desperate straits were unafraid.

Firstly, they were all Saints, and their abilities were astonishingly strong, and even if they were no match, how easy would it be for a Saint to escape?

Secondly, who would dare charge into a Land of Death?

Thus, Zhang Yu could threaten Ling Han like this.