Wu dong Qian Kun: I, Lin Langtian, Refuse to be a Supporting Character

As Lin Langtian and Wang Yan stood face-to-face, the tension in the air became nearly unbearable.

Whoosh!

This tense standoff, however, only lasted a few heartbeats. Suddenly, an overwhelming killing intent surged forth like storm clouds gathering in the sky. Wang Yan’s figure transformed into a fleeting shadow, his heavy sword gripped tightly in his hand. With a speed that defied belief, he lunged at Lin Langtian, thrusting the sword toward his throat.

Seeing Wang Yan’s attack, the Fire Division disciples, led by Su Qi, prepared to intercept him, but Lin Langtian raised a hand to stop them. Against someone of Wang Yan’s level, ordinary disciples would only be throwing their lives away.

Lin Langtian’s gaze sharpened as he stomped the ground, sending flames surging from his body. Inside him, his Fire Furnace power was operating at full force. His arms tightened, their muscles swelling with strength as he gripped his black tree staff. Fiery energy gathered along his arm, and he swung the iron-hard black tree down in a fierce strike.

Clang!

The heavy sword and black staff clashed, releasing a blast of intense energy. Flames flickered wildly along Lin Langtian’s arms, resisting the shockwave that tried to infiltrate his body. He let out a faint smile, planted his left foot, twisted, and with his right leg, lashed out like a whip.

Boom!

As Lin Langtian’s right leg swung out, the power from his Fire Furnace condensed around it, giving it a terrifying strength. The kick hurtled towards Wang Yan’s chest, fast and furious.

This was no half-hearted attack; Lin Langtian was pulling no punches. He understood that as the Spirit General of the Fire Division, this battle would set his reputation. Losing was simply not an option. To rise higher in the Gate, he had to be relentless.

His kick tore through the air with the force of a hurricane, aiming directly at Wang Yan’s chest, accompanied by a thunderous whoosh.

Wang Yan’s eyes flashed with malice. Recognizing the lethal force behind Lin Langtian’s attack, he gritted his teeth and raised his heavy sword to parry the black staff. His free hand formed a fist, exuding an ominous black energy.

”Black Death Fist!”

Wang Yan countered with a fist glowing in intense black light. Although it seemed quiet, the punch exuded a fierce, ice-cold killing intent, like the blow of the grim reaper himself.

Bang!

The Black Death Fist and the violent power of Lin Langtian’s kick collided. Black light and fire erupted simultaneously, clashing with the frenzy of two wild beasts tearing into each other. The ground cracked beneath them, spreading in a spiderweb pattern, and the surrounding mountains began to collapse from the shockwave, leaving the onlookers in awe.

Lin Langtian didn’t pause, undeterred by Wang Yan’s block. He lifted his leg again, filling it with raw power as it whipped forward. His relentless attacks forced Wang Yan onto the defensive, his face darkening with a cold glare as he returned blow for blow.

Fists and kicks rained down in a chaotic flurry. The mountains trembled violently, trees turned to dust in the sheer force of the battle, leaving the audience watching in stunned silence.

The wind finally cleared the dust from the mountaintop, revealing the two figures standing straight, neither backing down. Wang Yan’s eyes gleamed with cold, murderous intent, while Lin Langtian seemed calm and composed.

”So, this is the power of Dao Sect’s number two wanted criminal?” Lin Langtian’s voice was calm. ”Your strength as a Dao Sect disciple isn’t impressive.”

Wang Yan’s face twisted in anger. Though he held bitter resentment toward Ying Xuanzi for not avenging his sister, his loyalty to the Dao Sect ran deep. Lin Langtian’s words made his face go as cold as ice, a deadly fury smoldering in his eyes.

Whoosh!

In an instant, a chilling glint flashed in Wang Yan’s eyes. His black sword transformed into a dark specter, and his body split into shadows darting straight toward Lin Langtian.

Seeing the rapid onslaught of shadows closing in, Lin Langtian’s eyes narrowed slightly. Without hesitation, he tightened his grip on the black tree in his hand and swung it down with brutal force.

Boom!

Before the black tree even touched the ground, its sheer power sent shockwaves across the earth, rupturing it beneath him.

Clang!

The black tree came down with terrifying strength, crashing into Wang Yan’s heavy black sword, which he had thrust forward with razor-sharp precision and brute force.

”Hiss!” Wang Yan’s attack was blocked. He lightly pushed off from the air, quickly distancing himself, and his sword turned into a black tempest, releasing countless fierce strikes toward Lin Langtian.

Lin Langtian unfurled the crimson sparrow wings on his back and lifted himself into the air, effortlessly deflecting the approaching sword strikes with powerful wingbeats.

Suddenly, Lin Langtian extended his right hand, summoning the forces of Devouring, mental energy, Yuan Power, and his Vermilion Bird Flame. These powers converged in his Dantian’s Golden Spiritual Wheel.

From the air behind him, a void tore open, revealing a gigantic, ancient hand slowly emerging from the rift.

”Great Desolation God-Palm!”

Without a word, Lin Langtian thrust his hand downwards, launching the massive palm toward Wang Yan below.

Boom!

The enormous hand radiated dark red energy and carried an overwhelming force as it barreled downward.

Wang Yan looked up at the incoming force with a flicker of unease in his eyes. Even he couldn’t fully comprehend the sinister energy emanating from the giant hand. Quickly, he planted his heavy sword into the ground, forming a series of complex hand signs. Suddenly, a powerful aura surged from within him.

”Heavenly Emperor Art, Heavenly Emperor’s Bell!”

A tremendous amount of Yuan Power from the heavens coalesced around Wang Yan, merging with his internal energy. Before the astonished crowd, it transformed into an enormous ancient bell.

Clang!

The bell had barely formed when the massive hand slammed down, unleashing a deafening chime that echoed through the mountains. Rocks shattered and scattered, turning into powder under the overwhelming impact.

Crack!

Under the tremendous pressure of the hand, cracks began to spread across the ancient bell until, with a resounding shatter, it broke apart.

The moment the bell was shattered, everyone’s eyes widened in shock, especially the warriors of Blood Rock Grounds, who stared at Lin Langtian in disbelief.

This Wang Yan, a top contender on the Sect’s Wanted List and a prominent figure in the Blood Rock Grounds, was well-known for his merciless prowess. Yet here, Lin Langtian seemed to dominate him effortlessly.

The disciples of the Fire Division glanced at one another, then broke into joyful grins, excitement flashing in their eyes. Lin Langtian’s duel with Wang Yan went beyond a simple contest of strength—it represented the pride of the Gate of Origins against the pride of the Dao Sect.

”The Senior Brother is incredibly powerful!” shouted some of the Fire Division disciples who had never witnessed Lin Langtian in action. Even the experienced disciples, like Song Yun and Pang Lie, couldn’t help but admire his strength.

If Lin Langtian could defeat Wang Yan, he would not only become famous within the Gate but would also gain renown throughout the Eastern Xuan Region! He could even eclipse Lin Dong, the Dao Sect disciple who had temporarily bested the fourth-ranked sect criminal, Yao Ling.

Lin Langtian’s voice carried a chilling confidence as he addressed Wang Yan below, ”If this is all you’ve got, I’d advise you to surrender. Maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll spare your life.”

After the ancient bell shattered, Lin Langtian looked down at Wang Yan, who stood like a lone wolf, and spoke indifferently. Lin Langtian had little connection with the Dao Sect; the only people he knew there were Lin Dong, Mo Ling, and a few others. If Wang Yan insisted on a life-or-death duel, Lin Langtian had no issue with ending his life. He wasn’t one to show mercy unnecessarily.

Below him, Wang Yan’s face grew darker, and his grip on the black sword trembled slightly. Lin Langtian’s strength was overwhelming, and Wang Yan felt an unbreakable force radiating from him—one that even reminded him of the presence of the Gate’s ”Three Princes.”

”No matter what, I swore to kill every Gate disciple I see. So, prepare to die!” Wang Yan’s gaze fixed firmly on Lin Langtian. Suddenly, he sank into a seated position, planting his black sword into the ground, and his hands formed an intricate, eerie hand seal.

Pfft!

A mouthful of blood spurted from Wang Yan, transforming into a blood orb that hovered above his sinister seal. Immediately, a chilling, strange aura began to emanate from within him.

Buzz... Buzz...

As the sinister energy spread, black mist billowed from Wang Yan, engulfing half of the sky in moments. A suffocatingly deadly aura radiated from the black fog, spreading terror through the surrounding mountains.

Everyone looked on in shock, gasping at the sheer malevolence of Wang Yan’s technique. It seemed that he was finally unleashing his trump card.

With red glimmers flashing in his eyes, Wang Yan glared coldly at Lin Langtian. His hands froze in a seal, and a raspy, detached voice echoed through the air.

”This move of mine has killed three at the peak of Eight Yuan Nirvana and even a Nine Yuan Nirvana opponent in seconds. Lin Langtian, I’ll admit you’re a true talent, but unfortunately for you, you belong to the Gate, and I won’t stop until I see its end.”

As his words fell, shocked whispers spread around the battlefield. Such a track record was indeed chilling, proving that Wang Yan deserved his place as the second-ranked on the Sect’s Most Wanted list.

Even the Fire Division disciples, including Song Yun and Pang Lie, felt the gravity of the battle, their fists clenched as they focused intently on the duel. This clash represented the Gate and the Dao Sect—who would come out victorious?

Wang Yan’s eyes drooped slightly as he stopped speaking. His hands shifted, and the black energy that filled the sky began to condense, coalescing into a massive shadowy figure. From this shadow, a powerful, sinister energy emerged, chilling the air around them.

Boom, Boom.

The giant shadow looked like a monstrous entity looming above Wang Yan, with an aura so ominous it seemed to have come from another era, blanketing the battlefield in terror.

”Hu...”

A mist of dark energy escaped Wang Yan’s lips, leaving his face paler than before. His blood-red eyes took on an even more sinister edge as he raised his head.

Then, he moved his hands in a final seal, his raspy voice carrying a hint of frenzy as it resounded across the mountains:

”Black Demon Mirror, Black Demon Manifestation!”

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