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Chapter 3780: Threat from an unknown source

He died with remaining grievances. His eyes were still wide open, and there was a hint of greed in his expression.

It was very likely that he was still thinking about the "Saint's inheritance" before he died, and if he knew that it wasn't the Saint's inheritance at all, but rather the Imperial Weapon and Imperial Technique, who knew how pained and resentful he would be.

Ling Han also flopped onto the ground. The Primal Chaos Extreme Lightning Tower was automatically retracted and sank into his forehead.

His personal Spirit Tool could be stored inside one's body.

This battle was really fatal. He was bleeding from all his apertures, and more than half of his internal organs had been destroyed. At least, his lifespan would be shortened by a dozen over years.

It was no wonder that Foundation Building Tier cultivators could live for 1000 years, while Minor Advanced Tier cultivators could live for 40,000 years. This was because it was inevitable that one would be severely wounded in battle. This was all at the cost of expending one's life essence. Even if one's injuries recovered, these hidden wounds would still remain. They couldn't be healed.

... Unless he could ingest Saintly medicine and recover to a perfect body.

Ling Han ingested a healing alchemical pill, and channelled the Ancient Sun Divine Scroll. After quite a while, he finally suppressed the boiling inside his body. The damaged organs were already beginning to recover under the dual nourishment of the medicinal effects and mystical power, but if they were to completely recover, it would take at least a few days.

Right at this moment, the old man's body suddenly lit up.

What the heck, was it a reanimated corpse?

Ling Han was already prepared to pour out the Heavenly Dao Flames. In his current state, he definitely wouldn't be able to defeat a Cauldron Forging Tier elite.

Weng, that rattle-drum floated up by itself. Xiu, it tore through the air and left.

Yi?

Ling Han was confused. This Spirit Tool that had lost its owner could fly away on its own? Absolutely impossible! Unless-

He had not even finished the thought, when he saw a ball of light suddenly appear beside the old man's corpse. It was continuously kneading, as if it was about to take form, yet had not taken form all this while.

"You dare ruin my plans, ant!" A voice rang out mentally.

Ling Han was shocked, and instantly understood. That rattle-drum Spirit Tool belonged to the owner of this voice, and for some unknown reason, it was given to the old man to use. Now that the old man was dead, it was taken back by the owner of this voice. It was even manifesting a sliver of intent here, issuing a threat to him.

Hehe, do you think I'm afraid of you!

With a thought from Ling Han, he threw a rock at it. However, divine sense was invisible, and the rock passed through the shadowy image.

"How dare you!" That was obviously a super elite, capable of manifesting his thoughts from some unknown corner of the universe. Perhaps, he was even more powerful than a Sect Master.

Peng! The reply was an even larger rock that passed through the shadowy image before heavily crashing into the ground, causing a cloud of dust and dirt to billow into the air. "Good! Good! Good!" That elite had probably exploded in fury, and could not even speak. Peng, a larger, larger rock smashed over again, landing directly on the old man's corpse. In this way, even that shadowy image could not be seen.

However, in an instant, the ball of light floated out of the rock.

"You're dead!" the super elite said in a cold voice that was transmitted through divine sense.

However, after saying this, the ball of light dissipated, as if it was afraid that Ling Han would throw another rock at it.

-He had never seen such a hothead, that even that elite felt exasperated.

Ling Han smiled faintly. He was naturally unafraid. If that elite could make a move, he would not have spoken so much nonsense, and directly captured or killed him. Obviously, the latter too could not reach him, and could only use his mouth.

He rested for a while, stabilizing the injuries in his body. Then, he stood up. With a thought, the stone on the old man's corpse was snatched away by his Spiritual Power.

On the ground, the old man's corpse hadn't suffered any damage. Being able to cultivate to the Spiritual Transformation Tier, his bones and skin were naturally extremely tough. At the very least, they couldn't be crushed by a rock... In fact, even if his body was crushed under a mountain, it might not be damaged.

Ling Han searched the old man's body and found a Spatial Spirit Tool.

There were... not many things inside. There were only about a hundred Dao Stones and a thin metal plate.

The material of this metal was unknown, and was incredibly thin. There was a painting on it, and it looked like a map.

Being able to be stored away by a Spirit Transformation True Lord, it shouldn't be anything ordinary.

Ling Han thought for a moment, then put away the thin plate. He would study it slowly in

future.

Aside from that, there was nothing else. He was really poor.

What kind of Spirit Transformation True Lord was this? How pitiful.

Ling Han could also guess that the majority of the old man's wealth should be in the Galaxy Network, where it existed in the form of Universe Coins. Undoubtedly, with his death, this wealth would belong to the Chang Clan.

In this world, who knew how many people died arbitrarily every day. Their wealth in the Galaxy Network would naturally be pocketed by the Chang Clan - there was no need to write them off. The Universe Coins were virtual in the first place, and so what if the Chang Clan issued trillions of trillions? It would not affect them at all.

Only when the Universe Coins were exchanged for Dao Stones would the Chang Clan Clan pay

out.

Sigh, the Chang Clan had really profited greatly.

Ling Han once again sighed with emotion. The Four Directions Great Emperor had left a

golden rice bowl for their descendants.

Thankfully, the Chang Clan was an Imperial Clan. Otherwise, even if it was a Holy Land, they

would not be able to keep such great wealth to themselves.

Ling Han sighed ruefully, and returned with the old man's corpse.

After arriving at the division, he took the corpse to Yan Lesheng's place, threw it on the

ground, and said, "Here, this is the real culprit behind this blood-sucking case."

Yan Lesheng had no time to care about Ling Han's attitude. He merely swept an eye over this old man, and all the pores on his body couldn't help but close tightly.

This was an elite, far surpassing him. The aftershock of a tiger's death still lingered, causing him to practically tremble in fear.

"How could this be!" he finally spoke, his face filled with shock. He looked towards Ling Han, his eyes filled with deep wariness.

Ling Han actually managed to kill such an elite. Just look, the battle situation was too intense.

The old man had a broken arm and a leg, and there was also a pierced through hole and groove in his chest. This definitely could not have been caused by a sneak attack. From this, it could be seen just how exaggerated Ling Han's strength was.

My gods!

"You, you killed him?" he asked in a trembling voice, thinking that he was extremely stupid, to actually become enemies with such a powerful person.

Ling Han smiled and said, "I was indeed the one who killed him. However, when I found him, he was already severely injured. He only had the strength of a Foundation Building cultivator, and I took advantage of that."

He suppressed the old man's strength by a level. Otherwise, if a Foundation Building Tier cultivator killed a Cauldron Forging Tier cultivator, he would probably be captured and

studied.

Now that it was a Foundation Building Tier that had killed a person with Foundation Building Tier-level battle prowess, there was no problem. He was originally the strongest Foundation Building Tier cultivator of the Azure Dragon Majestic Empire in the first place.

Yan Lesheng breathed a sigh of relief, then felt slightly awkward. He was actually shocked by

a Foundation Building cultivator.

He coughed, and pretended to be stern, "How do you know that he is the real culprit in the blood-sucking murder?"

"Have an elite examine the corpse, and you'll know," Ling Han said calmly. "I also killed two blood slaves, but I don't know how many people this old geezer has bewitched... En, he's dead now, so the spiritual control should have lost its effect. Even if there are other blood slaves, they should have recovered by now."