Ling Han remained silent.
The Seven Origin Saint couldn’t help but look furious, "Ling Han, although you are the strongest Saint of all eternity, don’t you think you are too arrogant?"
Ling Han waved his hand dismissively, "You are not yet qualified to speak to me."
The large black dog continued, "Old brat, you are not qualified to speak with my Little Han. You are only worthy of being my dog — ptui!" He suddenly flew into a rage, and said to Ling Han, "Little Han, what you mean is that Grandpa Dog is inferior to you?"
Ling Han spread his hands and said, "You were the one who said it. It has nothing to do with me."
"F***, Grandpa Dog will bite you to death!" The large black dog pounced over.
Seeing the man and dog exchange blows, the members of the Chang Clan were all dumbfounded.
’Are you people... here to show off?’
But this was the Chang Clan!
"You guys... have you had enough!" the Seven Origin Saint said through gritted teeth. He felt that this kind of act as if there was no one around was the greatest humiliation to the Chang Clan.
"Old brat, are you asking for a beating?" The large black dog leaped out, and had already arrived in front of the Seven Origin Saint. He waved his paw in a strike.
The Seven Origin Saint was only apprehensive of Ling Han, so he naturally wasn’t afraid of the "Despicable Saint". He immediately launched a palm strike.
"Watch as One Life Heavenly Pride!" The large black dog’s giant black dog launched another sneaky kick, aimed directly between the legs of the Seven Origin Saint.
However, the Seven Origin Saint was a Saint, after all. Even if he was two minor levels lower than the large black dog, he could not possibly be so weak that he would be hit with a single strike.
The old Saint hurriedly used his palms to block this strike. Peng! This sneaky kick landed on his palm.
With a bang, the Seven Origin Saint was sent flying.
Everyone gaped in shock. That was the Seven Origin Saint! In their eyes, this was practically equivalent to being invincible!
But now?
He was sent flying with a single kick.
In an instant, the Seven Origin Saint had already stepped into the sky and returned. However, both of his hands were slightly misshapen.
Saints were hard to kill, but it could not be helped that this was a lower-level Saint clashing head-on with a higher-level Saint.
In the first place, the large black dog’s battle prowess was slightly stronger than Saints of the same cultivation level, what more when he had a lead of two minor levels over the Seven Origin Saint. Yet, the Seven Origin Saint still insisted on facing it head-on. This was actually an action of courting death. ŘἈŊ𝔬₿Ês̩
It was already very fortunate that he had not been killed, and only had both his arms crippled.
The old Saint’s expression was extremely livid. He had actually been wounded by a despicable dog in a single move. This was a great humiliation to him.
But more importantly, this despicable dog was actually aiming for his b@lls.
This was what was even more intolerable.
If it was not for the fact that he had protected himself in time, he would probably have become the first Saint in history to have his b@lls crushed.
How could he tolerate this? How could he not be furious?
"Despicable dog!" he shouted loudly, his killing intent blazing.
The large black dog waved his paw and corrected, saying, "No, no, no, it’s the number one Despicable Saint of all eternity! Don’t forget the word ’eternity’ and the words ’number one’."
’Holy f*ck!’
The Seven Origin Saint roared in fury, and charged towards the large black dog.
This time, he knew that his strength was inferior to the large black dog, so he did not attack from close quarters. Instead, he drew out the distance between them and began a bombardment.
The large black dog didn’t pay any heed to this, and he simply continued to exchange blows with his opponent.
"Old brat, your abilities are not good enough."
"You’re already so old, so how could it be that your cultivation has all been for nothing?"
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you glaring at me for? Could it be that you think that Grandpa Dog is wrong?"
The large black dog spat as he continued to pummel his opponent.
At first, the Seven Origin Saint was still bickering with the large black dog, but after a few words, he gave up on this idea.
This was even more tiring than battle, causing him to rack his brains. In fact, even his movements were slowed down by this.
It couldn’t be helped. The large black dog’s ability to curse and battle was instinctive, and there was no need for him to use his brain at all. However, he was different. He had to respond seriously, or how could he refute the large black dog’s words? After all, he was a Saint, so how could he speak so easily?
After battling for a while, more elites from the Chang Clan appeared.
This time, it was awesome.
Chang Yu, a nine-star Saint!
Excluding the Primitive Abyss Saints, there were actually very few Saints in the great world, and nine-star Saints were even rarer. If one were to exclude those that lived in seclusion, there would probably only be as many as to be counted on the fingers of a single hand.
Thus, Chang Yu, a nine-star Saint, was naturally very impressive.
"Stop!" he shouted softly.
The Seven Origin Saint hurriedly stepped back in response. Before a nine-star Saint, he was nothing more than a junior.
Meanwhile, the large black dog lazily asked, "Didn’t I tell you to summon the Great Emperor who’s old but doesn’t die?"
"How dare you!" Chang Yu humphed, and immediately delivered a palm strike at the large black dog.
However, he had just raised his hand, when Ling Han moved as well. With a light wave of his hand, Chang Yu’s attack was dispersed.
"Ling Han!" Chang Yu looked over, his white brows raised, "I have long heard that there is a Saint that is known as the strongest in all eternity. I was really filled with doubt."
As a nine-star Saint, he could be said to have a very strong say about the power level of Saints. Thus, he thought that Ling Han’s strength must have been exaggerated.
The strongest in all eternity. Hehe, did he really think that that was a title that he could simply bestow on himself?
The large black dog coughed, "Little Han, it’s your turn to show off."
"Let’s invite the Show-off King to make a grand entrance!" The little azure dragon, who had been left hanging on the sidelines for a long time, suddenly said.
These two idiots!
Ling Han sighed, and couldn’t be bothered to pay any heed to the two of them. He turned to Chang Yu, and said, "Come and try. I’ll torture you to the point of doubting life!"
"Tsk, these words are filled with dominance," the large black dog remarked.
"However, the sense of showing off is even stronger," the little azure dragon also said.
Chang Yu’s expression changed drastically. He was a Nine-Star Saint. Before the Lords of Death and the sons of the Great Emperors appeared, he had represented the strongest. What kind of authority did he have?
And now, he was actually being mocked repeatedly, so how could he not be furious?
When one had reached a height that he had, he would kill at the slightest provocation. All life was like ants to him, and he would not take them to heart at all.
"You’re seeking death!" He moved again, and delivered a palm strike at the large black dog and little azure dragon.
Ling Han shook his head, and also sent out a palm strike.
"You think you can stop me?" Chang Yu asked with a cold chuckle. He unleashed his full strength as a nine-star Saint.
Peng!
Ling Han delivered a slap, and Chang Yu was instantly sent rolling on the ground.
What!
All of a sudden, the members of the Chang Clan were all dumbfounded.
In their eyes, though the Great Emperor was invincible, and the Imperial Son was freakish, in truth, the person they were most familiar with was still this ancestor of theirs.
For hundreds of thousands of years, this ancestor had been standing guard over the Chang Clan like a boulder.
Thus, when they saw Chang Yu being sent flying with a single slap, they were practically beginning to doubt their own lives.
How was this possible?
Then, they looked towards Ling Han.
The show-off king, this was the show-off king.
Previously, he had allowed the despicable dog to rampage around, drawing enough aggro, which led to Chang Yu making a move. At first, he had thought that he would be able to sweep aside all opposition, but what happened in the end?
He was sent flying with a single slap.
Sure enough, the show-off king had deep schemes.
Right at this moment, a black shadow streaked out at an extraordinarily fast speed.
It was... the large black dog.
Peng!
The large black dog rushed in front of Chang Yu, and shot out a kick, which landed between Chang Yu’s legs.
At first, Chang Yu had already passed out, but with this kick, he forcefully regained consciousness. He directly sat up straight, his whole head of white hair exploding.
’Holy f*ck! As expected of the Despicable Saint!’
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