Chapter 470: Sudden Appearance of the Fourth King Hall
The sky fell into absolute silence as all eyes fixated upon the hunched figure of Di Yuanzi, coughing violently and spewing blood continuously into the air. At this moment, his aura had weakened drastically, reaching the lowest point imaginable.
In this brutal clash, it appeared that Lin Langtian had emerged victorious.
The silence persisted for several breaths before audible gasps filled the void, and gazes tinged with fear once again converged upon the youthful figure suspended in midair.
The young man stood quietly in the sky, droplets of blood falling gently from his body, dispersing into the wind, spreading a faint scent of blood.
Neither fighter appeared elegant or refined after such a fierce battle. Yet, after witnessing the intensity of the previous confrontation, nobody dared mock Lin Langtian's current state.
Even Tian Yuanzi and Ren Yuanzi could only describe this fight as utterly shocking. They understood clearly that even if they had fought Di Yuanzi personally, neither of them could have pushed him into such a precarious situation, especially given his formidable defensive capabilities.
Thus, even if Lin Langtian's victory was hard-earned, it was still superior to any achievement of theirs.
Under countless gazes, Lin Langtian descended slowly, landing in front of Di Yuanzi, whose body continued to tremble violently as he spat out blood. Lin Langtian's eyes were calm and indifferent as he observed the defeated elder.
"Damn it... Who would've imagined that you'd actually win..." Di Yuanzi wiped away the blood trickling from his mouth, glaring resentfully at Lin Langtian, his voice hoarse and filled with bitterness.
Just a year ago, Lin Langtian had been merely an insignificant pawn in Di Yuanzi's eyes. Yet now, the strength Lin Langtian had demonstrated was enough to make even him feel fear.
Lin Langtian merely smiled faintly, stepping forward casually. He reached out, gently patting Di Yuanzi's shoulder with an air of familiarity. Simultaneously, the powerful Yuan Power surrounding Lin Langtian quietly diminished.
Watching Lin Langtian approach, Di Yuanzi hesitated for a moment before his expression twisted sinisterly. His palm subtly shifted, revealing a hidden trace of black-and-white light. With vicious intent flashing through his lowered eyes, Di Yuanzi thrust his palm ruthlessly toward Lin Langtian's heart.
"Chi!"
A muffled sound akin to a blade piercing flesh echoed quietly. Di Yuanzi's hand, poised mere inches from Lin Langtian's chest, abruptly froze.
Di Yuanzi's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Lin Langtian, who still wore a calm smile. At this moment, Lin Langtian's finger had already pierced through Di Yuanzi's throat, black flames swirling ominously around his fingertip.
The entire world seemed to freeze at this moment. Everyone stared in stunned silence, faces filled with shock. None had expected Lin Langtian to so ruthlessly attempt to kill Di Yuanzi.
This was one of Yuan Gate's Three Sect Masters, a powerhouse of the Wheel-Turning Realm. His death would undoubtedly trigger an enormous upheaval throughout the entire Eastern Xuan Region.
Even Tian Yuanzi and Ren Yuanzi's expressions shifted dramatically upon witnessing this scene. They swiftly tried to intervene, only to find their paths blocked by Zhou Tong and Dugu Qi.
"I didn't reach this point by being naive," Lin Langtian whispered quietly to Di Yuanzi, whose mouth overflowed with blood and whose eyes radiated deep hatred.
"The victor is king, the loser is nothing. If I had lost, I know you'd have done far worse to me. Unfortunately for you, you'll never have that chance."
As he finished speaking, Lin Langtian prepared to extinguish Di Yuanzi's very soul. But at this moment, a soft laugh suddenly echoed from the sky.
"Hehe, I'm afraid you won't be able to take Di Yuanzi's life today."
The faint laughter resonated through the air, suppressing every other sound. Even the battles involving Zhou Tong and Dugu Qi came to an abrupt halt.
Countless eyes swiftly turned towards a black shadow that had suddenly appeared high above. Upon seeing this figure clearly, a chill ran down everyone's spine.
This newcomer emitted no detectable aura, yet he radiated an instinctual sense of dread and evil, as if embodying darkness and fear itself.
"Who might you be?" Lin Langtian asked, narrowing his eyes cautiously while tightening his fists. Judging from the stranger's words, this person was likely the true power behind Yuan Gate, possibly an expert from the Yimo tribe.
The figure chuckled lightly as he raised his head. Sunlight revealed his exceptionally pale, youthful face, delicate and sinisterly elegant, with deep black eyes resembling an abyss of malice. A peculiar brown demonic rune stretched from his forehead to his temple, adding a ghostly aura to his appearance.
"I prefer to keep my identity hidden, but since nobody has asked for so long, I'll grant you this honor as you're about to die. I am the Fourth King Hall of Devil Prison."
"Devil Prison... Fourth King Hall?"
Lin Langtian's pupils constricted sharply, and his expression turned extremely grim. Without hesitation, he abandoned his intention to finish off Di Yuanzi, immediately retreating.
The Devil Prison was an organization of the Yimo tribe. Below the Yimo Emperor were the ten King Halls—powerhouses comparable to owners of the Eight Ancestral Symbols.
Lin Langtian recalled from his previous knowledge that when Lin Dong attacked Yuan Gate, he also encountered a strong figure from the Fourth King Hall, merely an avatar. Lin Langtian's vision shifted slightly as black flames surged into his eyes, allowing him to see the illusory nature of the figure before him.
"A powerful expert from the Yimo. Here's some good and bad news: the good news is, standing before you is merely an avatar. The bad news is, even this avatar is far beyond your current strength to handle," Ling Yi's voice echoed solemnly in Lin Langtian's mind.
Lin Langtian's face darkened instantly. He knew exactly how formidable even an avatar of the Fourth King Hall could be.
At this time, the Fourth King Hall revealed a curious expression, examining Lin Langtian carefully. "Strange, there seems to be an aura from the Great Thousand World upon you. How could a creature like you appear in such a lower realm?"
Lin Langtian's heart tightened. The Yimo, though small compared to other extraterritorial tribes, originated from beyond this plane. Their knowledge far exceeded those of the Tianxuan Continent. It seemed the Fourth King Hall had nearly discovered Ling Yi's existence.
Elsewhere, Tian Yuanzi and Ren Yuanzi breathed a sigh of relief, confident that with the appearance of the Fourth King Hall—even as an avatar—Lin Langtian's death was inevitable.
Seeing the situation shift, Zhou Tong and Dugu Qi's expressions hardened. Both recognized the Yimo expert immediately, having previously encountered and suffered at their hands. They moved to help Lin Langtian, only to be obstructed by Tian Yuanzi and Ren Yuanzi.
"Tian Yuanzi, Yuan Gate has indeed colluded with the Yimo!" Zhou Tong growled furiously, his eyes radiating icy killing intent beneath his hood.
Tian Yuanzi merely sneered, replying indifferently, "Only the victors write history. After you're dead, who will reveal this truth?"
Zhou Tong's killing intent exploded, transforming his silver blade into a massive spatial sword, clashing fiercely with Tian Yuanzi.
Meanwhile, the Fourth King Hall calmly approached Di Yuanzi, extracting his weakened soul with ease. Turning to Lin Langtian, he smiled softly.
"Although Yuan Gate has disappointed me, they remain a vital chess piece for the Devil Prison. I cannot allow you to ruin our plans prematurely."
Lin Langtian's gaze flickered slightly, quickly proposing a retreat to avoid immediate confrontation.
However, the Fourth King Hall, seeing through Lin Langtian's intentions, shook his head gently. "Clever little brat. But since I've appeared today, how can I leave empty-handed? Eliminating you now would also remove a potential threat from the upcoming Second World War."
He extended his palm, thick, tangible demonic energy rapidly condensing into a massive hand descending violently toward Lin Langtian.
"Damn!" Lin Langtian cursed, rallying every ounce of strength in his body to counterattack fiercely.
Under enormous pressure, Lin Langtian's body began bleeding profusely. Yet, ignoring the agonizing pain, he continued striking the demonic palm relentlessly.
Just as his vision blurred with blood, a strange resonance echoed faintly from within his body. Deep inside, a mysterious golden mirror trembled slightly, releasing an unknown, powerful energy.
Crack!
With another fierce punch, cracks suddenly formed on the massive demonic palm, swiftly spreading outwards.
Shock filled the expressions of Tian Yuanzi, Ren Yuanzi, and even the previously calm Fourth King Hall.
Lin Langtian had miraculously broken the seemingly invincible strike from the Fourth King Hall!
Everyone from Yuan Gate watched in disbelief. The Fourth King Hall, calm since his appearance, now stared at Lin Langtian in absolute astonishment, sensing an unprecedented mysterious power emerging from within him.
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