Chapter 232 (1/2)

Chapter 232: Take Down

Translator: Reverie_ Editor: Kurisu

“Yu Tong…” Ao Yang Ming just opened up the tent, and soon saw a youngster smiling at him, giving him a shock. “Ling Han!” he cried out.

Xiu!

Uncle Fu instantly rushed out; his mission was to protect Ao Yang Ming.

Too late!

He saw Ao Yang Ming had already fallen into the youngster’s hands, and a sword laid on Ao Yang Ming’s neck as a few drops of blood trickled down Ao Yang Ming’s skin. He could only stop in place.

Ling Han was now a genuine Gus.h.i.+ng Spring Tier with nine large origin nuclei fused into one super origin nuclei that formed into a spring’s eye, just how many times stronger was he than a normal first level Gus.h.i.+ng Spring Tier?

He had Five Elements Origin Nucleus to begin with, and his power was four to five times higher than people of the same tier. On top of this, his power was at least ten times higher! Even if the difference between stages in Element Gathering Tier was greater, he could at least rival fifth level Element Gathering Tier solely in terms of power.

…This was also because he just broke through, and didn’t reach the peak period of the first layer of the Element Gathering Tier! Moreover, it was without counting various arts and techniques that could bring his battle prowess up. Concerning true battle prowess, he definitely surpa.s.sed nine stars.

A nine star Gus.h.i.+ng Spring Tier against an Element Gathering Tier, would that not be as easy as the swipe of a hand?

“Ling Han!” Ao Yang Ming gnashed his teeth, a fierce and irritated expression on his face. He had thought Liu Yu Tong finally submitted, but to think she’d set him up instead. In other words, Liu Yu Tong still chose Ling Han.

This realization was simply a violent slap to the face.

“Let go of young master!” Uncle Fu said coldly, his eyes full of killing intent. He finally knew that the suspicious movements he felt earlier were not him seeing wrong because of blurred vision, but it was this guy’s superior methods deceiving his eyes.

Ling Han smiled slightly, and said, “Old man, don’t you scare me. I’m timid, so once you scare me and my hand slips, don’t blame me if your young master’s neck gets slit open.”

He intentionally wobbled his hand, and a drop of blood immediately oozed out from Ao Yang Ming’s neck, turning into a pearl dripping down.

Uncle Fu’s face was full of fright as he said, “Stop!”

“You’re scaring me again!” Ling Han said pretending to complain, and shaking his hand even harder.

Uncle Fu was at wit’s end; taking a step back, he said, “Youngster, we can talk this out.”

Ao Yang Ming, however, appeared very arrogant, and said, “Ling Han, I am Winter Moon Sect’s direct disciple, if you dare touch a single hair on me, then Winter Moon Sect’s power will crush you and everyone around you into pieces!”

Pa!

Ling Han slapped Ao Yang Ming heavily on the head and said, “Stray dog, from where do you get this feeling of superiority? I’ll slap you till you’re awake!”

“Ling Han…!” Ao Yang Ming squawked. Growing up till now, he had never been slapped on the head, making his eyes redden, wis.h.i.+ng deeply to tear Ling Han to shreds.

“What are you screaming for!” Ling Han snorted, and knocked Ao Yang Ming out with a karate chop.

“Young Master!” Uncle Fu cried out, but realizing that Ao Yang Ming was only unconscious, he calmed down a little. Looking back at Ling Han, he said, “Let go of young master, this old one will let you leave safely.”

“Old dog, you think everyone else an idiot?” Ling Han sneered. “Once I free him, I’ll immediately suffer from your treacherous a.s.sault!”

“This old one honors with my reputation…”