Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4296: Pseudo Ninth Form versus True Ninth Form

Han Di didn't dare to believe this, and shock was written all over his face.

His original name was not Han Di, and the word "Di" represented a special meaning. Who would dare to randomly take this name?

This was a name that he had changed for himself after displaying his powerful natural talent in cultivation. It contained his great ambition, and his hopes of becoming Emperor one day. His natural talent was only a tiny bit inferior to the Golden Generation, and now, with his own efforts, he had advanced into the Eighth Form. It could be said that aside from the fact that his cultivation level was still slightly inferior, he was really not inferior to the Golden Generation.

But now? There was actually someone that could surpass him in a battle of equal cultivation levels.

Hiss!

Han Di's pride had been shattered into pieces. In this instant, he became very confused. How was this possible? Absolutely impossible!

"Die!" Han Di roared loudly. He charged out again. The projection of the Roc surged, swallowing heaven and earth, and he himself also pounced. The Regulations burned, turning into world-destroying flames that were boundlessly terrifying.

Yet Ling Han was indifferent. As an elite that was very possibly the only Ninth Form in this world, what need was there for him to be concerned?

In the past, it had only ever been him that had won with a disadvantage in cultivation level. Now, his cultivation level was superior to Han Di, so no matter how stunningly talented you were, so what if you put your life on the line? It was completely ineffective.

However, Ling Han was quite interested in this projection of the Roc. It was actually capable of shaking the soul. This was probably a soul-level celestial technique.

This had the same effect as the barrage of murderous aura. It was a pity that the Imperial Son had a rare treasure on him, which could block negative effects. Otherwise, Ling Han could compete with the Imperial Son in terms of whose spiritual attack was more kickass. Hong! Hong! Hong!

Han Di tried his best, but so what? Even in a battle of equal cultivation levels, his strength was still much inferior to Ling Han, what more when there was still a gap of a minor level between them.

In just a few moves, he was suppressed, and had fallen into an absolute disadvantage. What could he do?

Han Di gritted his teeth internally. He knew the rules of the Dark Battlefield. Once the mortal duel was activated, there was no way it would stop. One person had to die in battle.

Lin Yun was a precedent. So what if he was the Imperial Son? They didn't give him any face at all.

Thus, he could only depend on himself.

Was he going to fight to the death?

Han Di was a little reluctant. He had cultivated to the eighth form with great difficulty. Only when he had truly reached this kind of height would one know how difficult it was. If he had to start again, he was not at all sure that he could succeed again.

However, if he didn't put his life on the line, his only fate would be death.

He was going to give it his all.

Han Di roared. Boom! A devastating aura burst from his body, and his power surprisingly increased again. His power surged like boiling water, and the spectators all felt a suffocating feeling in their chests. Their faces became as white as a sheet, and their expressions were as ugly as could be.

"This is... Spirit Transformation Tier-level power!" In the private room, Wan Yulong and the others all exclaimed in shock. They were Spirit Transformation Tier elites, so they only had to sense it for them to understand.

But how could this be possible? Though Han Di had reached the Eighth Form, and completely crushed them in the past, and once he advanced into Spirit Transformation Tier, he would also be able to insta-kill them into dust.

However, as long as he didn't reach the Spirit Transformation Tier, he would only be a True Self Tier in the end. He couldn't compare to Spirit Transformation Tier.

"Could it be that it is... the ninth form!" Gongyang Bo said, his voice trembling slightly.

He was really envious, jealous, and hateful. The ninth form, the cultivation level that only existed in legends!

Mi Qingdie had initially been extremely worried, but now, she was elated. A proud expression appeared on her face, "Han Di is indeed worthy of being the Silver Generation. Next, he will show his might and kill that Huang Tian or whatever!"

Sha Tianlei had been silent all this while, and only then did he speak, "Heavenly Emperor should not have reached the ninth form, but rather used the combustion of his Imperial Blood to forcibly shatter a True Self, and only then did he manage to temporarily rush up to the ninth form."

"The price for this is very heavy. Afterwards, his cultivation level will fall back to the Seventh Form. If he wants to recreate a True Self, this is not re-cultivating his own cultivation level, but going through all his previous cultivation levels."

Yi, was that the case?

However, everyone knew that Sha Tianlei was the most knowledgeable. Since he had said so, it was probably true.

Moreover, this was the only logical explanation.

Mi Qingdie's pride instantly crumbled. However, after only a short while, she immediately continued, "Even if Han Di falls back to the seventh form, he would still be the top prodigy in the world. Practically no one can compare to him!"

"Furthermore, since he has been able to cultivate to the Eighth Form, and this time, he has also temporarily touched the Ninth Form. Who knows, he may be able to rebuild after destruction. In future, he would really be able to cultivate to the Ninth Form!"

Was this possible?

Destruction followed by construction. This sounded very inspirational, but most people would be directly crippled after destruction, and there would be no possibility of rebuilding.

"However, this time, it should be a sure victory for Han Di," Zuwa An said with a smile. He had an indescribable hatred for Ling Han.

"En." On this point, the five second-generation young masters all had the same understanding, and nodded in unison.

The ninth form... could only exist in legends.

Boom! Meanwhile, Han Di unleashed a devastating power that blasted toward Ling Han. The Regulations transformed into countless divine weapons that blotted out heaven and earth. Ling Han was astonished. "How resolute. You could bear to self-destruct even a True Self."

"Die!" Han Di's expression was twisted. Even though he now had battle prowess that had advanced into the ninth form, for the sake of this moment of might, he had paid a heavy price. In future, it would be a big problem whether he would be able to charge up to the eighth form

again.

Thus, even if he obtained the Imperial Scroll from Ling Han, it may not be able to compensate

for his losses.

This time, it was really a great loss.

Precisely because of this, he was even more eager to kill Ling Han.

Ling Han shook his head before throwing another punch. A heavenly saber materialized in the

air and slashed down at Han Di.

"Break!" Han Di naturally would not cower. He presently had battle prowess of the ninth

form, so who in this world could stop him?

However, he immediately looked stunned - the number of times he was shocked today was probably comparable to the total number of times he had been shocked in his whole life

before today.

Boom, under the strike of the heavenly saber, whatever Regulations, whatever mass of energy, they were all shattered, and were completely unqualified to resist!

W-what!

Han Di didn't dare to believe this. He was at the ninth form now, and his battle prowess had

actually broken through the barrier of the Spirit Transformation Tier and reached a completely new height. However, faced with Ling Han's heavenly saber, his attack was

actually destroyed?

How was this possible!

"Ah!" Han Di screamed in agony. He was sent backwards by the heavenly saber, and instantly,

blood burst forth from his body.

Thankfully, he also had the battle prowess of the ninth form. Otherwise, he would definitely

have been killed by this heavenly saber.

"That's strange, isn't it?" Ling Han said with a faint smile. "You only relied on self- destructing your True Self to temporarily rush up to the ninth form, but I... am the true ninth

form!"

'F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!'

Han Di felt as if the sky had collapsed. He had advanced to the Eighth Form with great

difficulty, and thought that he could look down on the rest of the world, catching up to the Golden Generation, and truly possess the qualifications to attempt breaking through to the

imperial throne from now onwards.

But now?

A monster had appeared, and he had actually reached the ninth form.

Heavens, was this possible? How could there be such a freak? "Alright, you can go on your way now!" Ling Han said balefully.