Battering the Imperial Son

The Imperial Clan was indeed impressive. They basically had an Imperial Weapon as their overseer, and had deep roots. In fact, there was practically no gap in the ranks of Saints.

However, there was a strange phenomenon, and that was the Imperial Clan was no longer able to produce an Ancestral King. It was as if all their fortune had been used up that Ancestral King of the clan. Their descendants would be despised by the heaven and earth, and would be lacking that sliver of luck.

Becoming an Emperor was not only a matter of natural talent, hard work, and abilities. Luck was really indispensable.

Hence, a great many Great Emperors had all started from being ordinary.

Hearing Ling Han's words, Lin Lang was speechless at first, then humphed, "You are really thick-skinned, to actually dare compare yourself to a future Great Emperor!"

Boom, his palm descended, and it was as if a house was pressing down, forming a dark mass.