Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4384 Yang Yihuan

Chapter 4384  Yang Yihuan

Ling Han's thoughts wandered. Golden Generation, old monsters and little monsters from endless ages ago all appeared in this era. It shouldn't be a coincidence, right?

While he was thinking, the young man wearing the Battle Armor also walked out of the demonic mist. His lanky figure was exuding an unyielding killing intent, causing others to involuntarily tremble.

"I am Yang Yihuan." This young man smiled, appearing very gentle, "Greetings, seniors."

All the Saints nodded slightly. After all, there was a Saint standing right next to him. Furthermore, it was very possible that Yang Yihuan's elder was a Pseudo-Emperor. Thus, they still had to give him some face.

Yang Yihuan looked towards those youngsters, "I would like to issue a challenge to all the young prodigies. Is there anyone willing to bestow a move on me?"

The Imperial Sons exchanged looks, and for a moment, no one spoke.

They had all received a message through divine sense from the Saint of their clan, telling them not to be rash. This Yang Yihuan's abilities were still unfathomable, so they had best let others test out his abilities. If he was frighteningly strong, wouldn't they be embarrassed in public?

Yang Yihuan showed a hint of surprise, "No one?"

When these words fell, the Imperial Sons all looked slightly livid.

What kind of disdainful expression was this?

Did he think that no one could match him?

Just because you came out of the demonic mist, you are already awesome, and no one can match you?

"Let me experience it!" An Imperial Son stepped out. He was Yi Taiming of the Blood Flame Imperial Clan, and was not the Golden Generation, nor was he the Silver Generation, but rather an ordinary Imperial Son.

However, the title of Imperial Son was the most resounding title, representing an absolute prodigy.

Yang Yihuan was still smiling calmly, and raised his clasped hands in Yi Taiming's direction, "Please."

Yi Taiming shouted lightly, and charged towards Yang Yihuan.

Yang Yihuan attacked. It was just an ordinary punch, but this punch seemed to be capable of shattering heaven and earth. It was indescribably terrifying.

With a bang, Yi Taiming collapsed onto the ground, directly passing out.

Seeing this scene, everyone frowned.

In truth, Yi Taiming had only just advanced into the Spiritual Transformation Tier. Though he was the Imperial Son, even if he encountered a Dao Child prodigy at the Fourth Change or Fifth Change, he would still be outmatched.

But this punch from Yang Yihuan… it was too terrifying.

Not only power, but also that kind of aura. That kind of aura that carried supreme confidence, as if even the heaven and earth could collapse, causing one's scalp to go numb.

Just how broad-minded was he?

Yang Yihuan smiled faintly, "Is there anyone else that is willing to bestow a move on me?"

The members of the Silver Generation looked at each other. How could it be that after Ling Han, Ding Shu, and Origin, another freak was going to appear?

But to just let him continue acting arrogant like this?

The Silver Generation of the Ten Thousand Thunder Imperial Clan, Hang Weili, walked out. He also smiled, "I am Hang Weili, and would like to ask Brother Yang for some guidance."

"Please." Yang Yihuan was very polite, and was a little too gentle.

Hang Weili immediately charged out. At the first instant, he summoned his seven spiritual bodies, each using a powerful move, which blasted towards Yang Yihuan.

Clearly, he was very wary of this opponent, and had already gone all out in his first move.

Yang Yihuan still threw a punch. It was the same as before, but its might had increased by who knew how many times.

Peng, Hang Weili was sent flying, and fell heavily onto the ground, similarly unconscious.

Hiss, he had defeated two Imperial Sons with two punches.

Moreover, what was even more astonishing was the fact that the might of the second and first punches differed greatly, as if they had been adjusted according to the strength of the opponent.

Yang Yihuan smiled faintly, and said, "I'm Ninth Change, but I definitely won't suppress others with my cultivation level. Thus, I'll suppress my cultivation level to the corresponding level of my opponent."

Thus, the power of the second and first punches were so different.

Hearing these words, everyone became even more serious. In fact, they actually felt a kind of fear.

If you relied on the fact that your cultivation level was high, it would not be strange for you to defeat the Imperial Son with a single punch. There were too many Spiritual Transformation Tier elites that could do that. However, on the premise that their "cultivation level" was similar, it was terrifying that he could still defeat the Silver Generation with a single punch.

Could he do the same… to the Golden Generation?

At this time, everyone's eyes all turned towards Ling Han.

This guy had done it before, defeating the Silver Generation in a single go.

Heavens, another freak had really appeared.

Yang Yihuan was still nonchalant, "How about this? You guys can have a few more people attack at the same time. It doesn't matter even if there are ten or twenty of you."

His expression was gentle, and he appeared calm. However, his words were extremely forceful and haughty.

He actually asked for the Imperial Sons attack him at the same time, and it was not just two or three of them either. It did not matter even if there were ten or twenty of them.

Just how arrogant was he?

Such provocation caused those Saints of the Imperial Clans to feel slightly embarrassed. They represented the strongest in the world, yet now there was someone provoking their authority. If they did not counter harshly, wouldn't that become a joke to the whole world?

"Heh, since Young Friend Yang is so confident, just attack together," a Saint said with a chuckle.

F***, don't you have the nerve?

But upon further thought, in a one-on-one battle, who could be a match for this freak?

The Silver Generation was insta-killed with a single punch. In a one-on-one battle, wasn't that just delivering himself up to die?

Furthermore, firstly, the Golden Generation wasn't here, and secondly, the weakest of the Golden Generation had also advanced into the level of Sect Master. So what if they came? Were they going to pick on the weak?

Then what was the point of winning?

It would be better to gang up on him. Though this would also be embarrassing, it could at least dampen Yang Yihuan's spirit. Furthermore, wasn't this something that he had personally requested?

It wasn't long before Imperial Sons walked out one after another. Most of them were Silver Generation elites, and there were 22 of them.

"Come on then," Yang Yihuan said with a smile, appearing extremely gentle.

The Imperial Sons looked at each other. This was an unprecedented situation where more than twenty people joined forces.

But now that the arrow was nocked, they had no choice but to fire.

"Die!"

They all rushed out, unleashing their Imperial Techniques at the same time. They were indescribably terrifying.

However, Yang Yihuan strode forwards, his fists attacking at the same time, completely unafraid.

At this moment, his hair was flying, and his expression was also flying. He was no longer that gentle young man, like a treasured saber that had been unsheathed. In the end, he was still exuding a piercing fighting spirit that soared into the sky.

Arrogant, domineering, and completely unrestrained!

Peng! Peng! Peng!

One punch from him, one after another. So what if the Silver Generation elites joined forces? They were no match for a single punch from him. Figures flew everywhere, and after 22 punches, the whole world became silent.

Everyone was dumbfounded, completely unable to believe their eyes.

They had lost, they had lost. In just a few breaths' time, the 22 Imperial Sons had all lost.

Would anyone believe him if he told them?

This was too shocking!

Yang Yihuan retracted his fist, causing his fluttering hair to flow down his back. He returned to his previous gentle and aloof demeanor, and asked softly, "Is there anyone else who can bestow a move on me?"

When his words fell, no one answered.

If the Golden Generation didn't appear, who would be able to resist?

In fact, even if the Golden Generation appeared, would they really be a match for him?

But the Golden Generation was already comparable to the Great Emperors of the past. If this person was even more powerful than the Golden Generation, then wouldn't he have surpassed all the previous Great Emperors?