Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4173: Tasting Tea and Discussing Dao



The Imperial Daughter still had a lot of face.

After all, there were only a few people who could defeat the Imperial Son. The Imperial Clan was still high and noble, and would not fall to the ground just because three Imperial Sons had lost. Furthermore, Chi Menghan was also a beauty, an exquisite seductive beauty, and could be ranked in the top three in the universe.

Faced with such a beauty, everyone would have to give her some face.

Thus, all the natives sat down, but they all frowned at Ling Han. For now, they would suppress their anger. When they "discussed dao" later, they would definitely let this guy know how powerful he was.

Ling Han was unconcerned, and continued to drink his tea.

"F*ck! You've become even more impressive!" the large black dog said in an exaggerated

manner.

"You didn't get a beating for showing off? How illogical!" The little azure dragon also sat at the table, poured itself some tea, and began to drink.

"En, good tea!" he said, shaking his head.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Stop pretending," Ling Han said with a cold chuckle.

This guy had never drunk tea at all, yet now he looked like he understood the art of tea very well.

The little azure dragon couldn't help but fly into a humiliated rage after being exposed. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't defeat Ling Han, he would definitely beat this guy up. He kept affecting his ability to show off.

On the other side, Chi Menghan, as the host, also began to host the banquet.

She was extremely charismatic, and even if she said something unimportant, everyone would nod repeatedly, not feeling bored at all.

However, the highlight of this banquet was still the "discussion of dao". Thus, Chi Menghan didn't beat around the bush, and soon returned to the main topic.

"Haha, I am Hu Xu. Who would like to spar with me?" A bearded man leaped out, and arrived at the empty space in front of them. It was wide enough here to support the battle of Core Formation Tiers.

-In the Mountain Sea Heaven, the ground was incredibly firm, and the damage that the Core Formation Tier cultivators could cause was limited. Furthermore, the gravity fields were terrifying, which greatly affected the speed of cultivators. Thus, there was no need for a large place for the Core Formation Tier cultivators to spar.

This bearded man was a native, and he didn't use his mystical power as a shield, appearing very domineering.

"Let me spar with you!" An outsider leaped out, and without another word, the two of them began fighting.

The two sides exchanged blows, and the battle was extremely intense.

Those who could come here to attend the banquet, whether they were outsiders or natives, were definitely prodigy-level. Nobodies were definitely not qualified.

In the first place, this was a stage for prodigies from both sides to compete, so what was the point of letting mediocre people waste their time here?

The battle became more and more intense, but as time passed, the advantage of the natives was displayed.

They had lived here all this while, and had long since adapted to the terrifying gravity fields. Furthermore, their physiques were tough, and their defenses existed as if they were born with

it.

Thus, if one couldn't defeat them as easily as crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, in a drawn-out battle, the advantage of the native's physique being tough would become greater and greater, and ultimately, form a winning situation.

As expected, after only ten minutes of fighting, the bearded man's advantage was fully displayed, defeating his opponent, adding another victory to the native camp.

This caused the expressions of the outsiders to become ugly.

Though neither side had sent out their trump card, every victory and defeat would affect the pride of both sides. Whoever lost would be equivalent to having suffered a slap, which was a very terrible sensation.

"Liu Ming is one of the top 10 of the Galaxy Network, yet he was defeated so quickly!"

"No one of the top 10 in the Galaxy Network should step up anymore. Even if they go up, we'll only lose one more battle."

"It has to be stronger."

The Galaxy Network did not include all the young prodigies. It was not only the Imperial Clans that did not connect to the Galaxy Network. It was the same for a great many Holy Lands. Thus, there were naturally some that had "slipped through the net". Even if they were not the Imperial Clan members, their strength had still surpassed the top ten of the Galaxy Network.

A Dao Child from a Holy Land moved, and soon defeated the bearded man, turning the tables for the outsiders.

However, another elite immediately walked out from the natives, easily defeating this Dao Child.

"Lu Feng, ranked tenth in Mountain Sea Heaven!"

This was a fierce person. Though he was inferior to An Siyuan, who had defeated the Imperial Son, the "ten great elites" had already made their move, which meant that the natives were not interested in slowly raising the level of their battle, and directly entering into this climax. The outsiders all exchanged looks. The other side had mobilized the top ten elites, and it looked like they would have to mobilize the Imperial Sons.

"I'll go," a young man said calmly, walking out with his hands clasped behind his back. "Shi Yuanzhen!" everyone exclaimed in shock. This was a genuine Imperial Son.

Ling Han glanced at him, and shook his head internally. Shi Yuanzhen and Xu Jie's strength were not much different. He may be able to win one or two battles, but it was definitely impossible that he could defeat An Siyuan.

As expected, the Imperial Son moved, and his battle prowess was terrifying. Very soon, he had obtained a victory, and next, he had won all three battles, dazzling the eyes of the natives.

The Imperial Son was indeed powerful. No wonder he was invincible among his peers.

However, the natives were still filled with confidence, because their top three elites were completely different, each stronger than the last. Furthermore, they were not just a little bit

stronger.

Xiu, a person leaped out. He had a slender figure, and his face was also extraordinarily long, looking incredibly cold.

"An Siyuan!"

"Lord An!"

Instantly, the natives howled madly, as if they had gone mad.

The outsiders had the Golden Generation, and the Mountain Sea Heaven had something similar. An Siyuan, Yi Qianhong, and Hua Youchang were members of their Golden Generation. However, there were relatively few of them, only three of them.

However, quality was more important than quantity. Three people was enough.

Shi Yuanzhen immediately looked solemn. This was a strong opponent, and he did not have the slightest chance of winning.

On the other hand, An Siyuan's expression was relaxed. He had already defeated three

Imperial Sons, so he was naturally filled with confidence.

"Please!" Shi Yuanzhen clasped his hands and said. He now had a bit more respect for

powerful opponents.

Although An Siyuan was cold and aloof, he didn't dare to act too haughtily before the Imperial

Son. Instead, he clasped his hands and said, "Please!"

As his words fell, the two great prodigies began a fierce exchange of blows.

Hong! Hong! Hong!

They continued to battle, and it wasn't long before their advantage was revealed.

An Siyuan had the upper hand.

His power was stronger, and his physique was more powerful. If there were any shortcomings, it would be celestial technique. After all, he did not have the inheritance of the great Imperial Scroll and great Imperial Technique. In this aspect, he was inferior to the Imperial Son, but if one did not reach the level of the True Self Tier in the great Imperial Scroll and Imperial Technique, it actually did not have much of an advantage over a Saint-level celestial technique.

Thus, An Siyuan had completely suppressed Shi Yuanzhen, and his advantage was not just by a

little bit.

In just a few hundred moves, Shi Yuanzhen admitted defeat on his own volition. Otherwise, he would be in for a lot of trouble.

Another Imperial Son had been defeated.

Counting Xu Jie and the others from before, there were already four Imperial Sons that had

been defeated, causing all the outsiders to look livid.

This was too demoralizing to their morale.

On the other hand, the natives were all exalted and proud.

"Who wants to spar next?" An Siyuan swept his gaze over the gathered masses. This time, it

was a tea tasting and dao discussion, so it was naturally impossible that there would only be a

single Imperial Son.

Was there anyone stronger?

"Let me try." A young man walked out.

Golden Silk Moth Imperial Clan, Zhang Fang.

Ling Han couldn't help but nod, and said, "In this guy's case, he has a seventy percent chance

of winning." "70%?" The little azure dragon was slightly surprised. He and the large black dog had both witnessed Zhang Fang's strength. Was there such a high chance of winning?