Chapter 2700 - 2700 He is Ling Han

Chapter 2700 - 2700 He is Ling Han

2700 He is Ling Han

Moreover, there was also a difference in strength between weaker and stronger Pseudo-Heavenly Venerates. When 10 Celestial Kings blocked one, then the one who was blocked would have been the weakest Pseudo-Heavenly Venerate.

Xiu!

At this moment, someone in the sky shot out an arrow, so fast that it looked like a stream of light.

“So what if he’s a Pseudo-Heavenly Venerate, this the Yun Clan!” A majestic voice which made everyone’s blood bubble and boil sounded.

An elite made a move, albeit not Yun Yanghao, but a Celestial King at the peak of the Ninth Heaven.

When these words fell, everyone in the Yun Clan felt motivated. Yes, they were the Yun Clan, after all. Even if a Pseudo-Heavenly Venerate attacked, they would be able to stop him by dispatching more Ninth Heaven Celestial Kings.

Ling Han humphed, raised his other hand, and launched a strike towards the golden arrow.

Peng!

With the impact of a single punch, the golden arrow instantly shattered into countless flashes of light. If there wasn’t a Pseudo-Heavenly Venerate to take action, then who could stop Ling Han? His right hand exerted force, and boom, the white-colored hand pressed down abruptly. Such copious power was not something that the 13 Ninth Heaven Celestial Kings could jointly fight against, and this instantly caused those Celestial Kings to collapse all over the ground.

In this exchange of blows, 14 Ninth Heaven Celestial Kings were completely defeated.

However, due to the eruption of his full strength, Ling Han was unable to completely control his own aura, and boom, nine ribbons of iridescent light appeared on his body.

“Nine, Ninth Heaven Celestial King!” everyone in the Yun Clan said in a trembling voice, as if they were in mourning.

If Ling Han had really been a Pseudo-Heavenly Venerate, they wouldn’t have been so shocked, but Ling Han’s cultivation level was only the Ninth Heaven—this was really too terrifying.

A Ninth Heaven Celestial King had done what only a Pseudo-Heavenly Venerate was capable of doing.

How freakish was that? And how frightening?

“L-Ling Han!” Someone finally said a name—naturally it had to be the catastrophe that had brought shame to the Yun Clan.

This guy wasn’t dead, and had even advanced to the Ninth Heaven. As they had feared, Ling Han at the cultivation level of the Eighth Heaven was just about able to battle against a Pseudo-Heavenly Venerate, so when he had advanced to the Ninth Heaven, he would really possess the strength of a Pseudo-Heavenly Venerate.

“Why aren’t you dead yet!”

Ling Han laughed. “What you’re asking is really too mediocre. If I am dead, then is the person standing here a ghost?”

“Little Han, he’s cursing you!” On the sidelines, the large black dog added fuel to the fire. With a shake of his body, he transformed into a dog again. “Grandpa Dog in this form is still the most handsome,” he said shamelessly.

The people of Yun Clan were on the verge of despair. Yun Haoyang had taken action, but he still couldn’t kill a Ling Han at the Eighth Heaven. Now that Ling Han had advanced to the Ninth Heaven, would there be anyone in the Yun Clan who could stop him? Their grand elder was still in the Realm Battlefield, and wasn’t able to withdraw from it at all.

“I really didn’t expect that you would not only survive, but even go a step further.” Yun Haoyang’s deep voice rang out. Xiu, he descended from the sky and landed with a single step, not showing any domineering behavior.

“Elder Hao!” All the members of Yun Clan immediately knelt on the ground, although there were those who were actually higher in seniority than Yun Haoyang among them.

The strong would be respected.

They once again regained confidence as they had a real Pseudo-Heavenly Venerate in their own clan, and therefore would definitely not lose to Ling Han.

Ling Han smiled lightly. “Were you thinking that it was obvious that I was not as powerful as you, and yet I still fought with you for such a long time, so I had to be an idiot, no?”

“I have to say, you are indeed freakish to have broken through to the Ninth Heaven by using me.” Yun Yanghao was deeply rueful. Which Ninth Heaven Celestial King, Heavenly Venerate, and Pseudo-Heavenly Venerate wouldn’t spend countless years when overcoming this obstacle? This was the last and strongest obstruction of heaven and earth, and it required a lot of hard work to break through it.

And Ling Han belonged to the most supreme freakish kind, and had successfully advanced with the help of a Pseudo-Heavenly Venerate, which made the latter feel inferior.

“Having said so much, do you want to fight or surrender?” Ling Han shouted.