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

The black silhouette’s faint laughter spread across the sky, and though the sound seemed soft, it instantly drowned out the cheers of the countless experts.

Thus, all the cheering abruptly ceased.

One gaze after another, filled with shock and suspicion, shifted and locked onto the black silhouette atop the mountain. Many experts already had yuan power circulating within their bodies, their eyes brimming with vigilance.

”Who might you be?” Lin Dong, who had rushed over in haste, fixed his gaze on that mountain peak and asked in a deep voice.

Lin Langtian stared unblinkingly at the silhouette, his expression solemn. From the latter’s body, he could sense an extreme feeling of danger.

”Hehe.”

The black silhouette chuckled, then slowly raised his head. In the sunlight, it appeared to be an extraordinarily pale young face. Within his narrow eyes was a patch of pitch‑black, like the bottom of a fiendish abyss.

At the center of that young face’s brows was a brown demonic mark that extended to the corner of his eye, giving him an eerie, ghostly air.

”You are… Four Kings Hall?”

Recognizing the man he had once met, Lin Langtian was momentarily stunned, then his expression grew gloomy.

”Hehe, originally, I thought Tian Yuanzu and the others would be able to finish you off. Who would have expected… sigh, trash will always be trash. To think my Abyssal Prison invested so much effort in them.” Four Kings Hall spoke with a smile.

Lin Langtian’s face did not change. He exchanged a look with Lin Dong not far away, both of their expressions turning very serious.

”So you’re that Lin Langtian? I didn’t expect Tian Yuanzu and the others to be dealt with so quickly by you. Some time ago, you should have appeared in the Demonic Beast Territory, right? In that case, the Illusion King of Heaven and the Illusion King of Earth should have both fallen to your hands, yes?”

As soon as Four Kings Hall finished speaking, Lin Dong and the Little Marten behind him were both stunned. Shock quickly emerged in their eyes.

The Illusion King of Heaven and the Illusion King of Earth—weren’t those the two Otherworldly Demon Kings who had attacked the Heavenly Demon Marten clan not long ago?

Yet Four Kings Hall had just claimed that these two Demon Kings had both perished at Lin Langtian’s hands?

At that thought, Lin Dong and the Little Marten exchanged glances, and when they looked again at Lin Langtian, the shock in their eyes had not faded in the slightest; instead, it had only grown deeper and more bewildered.

Those were two Otherworldly Demon Kings on par with the Samsara stage…

Lin Langtian was also taken aback for a moment, then smiled faintly and said, ”Those two fellows tried to ambush me, so they were killed instead. That’s all there is to it. Could it be that Four Kings Hall plans on seeking revenge?”

”Hehe, the loss of two Otherworldly Demon Kings doesn’t mean much to my Abyssal Prison, but if I don’t take back some face, others might just laugh at us.

Moreover, to think I would encounter the Samsara reincarnation of the Ice Master here as well—how very fortunate. If you are killed here, this so‑called second Great World War might not even need to begin at all, right?” Four Kings Hall’s gaze shifted to Ying Huanhuan as he spoke with a smile.

”Then just try it.” Ying Huanhuan’s pretty face was icy cold, a sliver of killing intent flashing through her ice‑blue eyes.

”Huanhuan, I’ll help you!”

Seeing this, Lin Dong leaped forward, arriving in front of Ying Huanhuan, his face grave. At the same time, a powerful aura spread out from his body.

”Oh? Samsara stage. It seems Little Brother Dong has fully accepted the Devouring Master’s inheritance…” Sensing the surging aura and unfathomable strength on Lin Dong now, Lin Langtian gently pursed his lips and muttered under his breath.

To soar through so many levels in such a short time—only the Devouring Master’s legacy could have such an effect.

If he had not returned to the Eastern Xuan Region a step earlier, perhaps Tian Yuanzu would still have died at the hands of Lin Dong and his two brothers, just like in the original timeline.

”If you really were the Ice Master, I might actually turn and run right now. What a pity…” At this moment, Four Kings Hall shook his head as if regretful.

”Merely a clone, yet Four Kings Hall seems a bit too confident…” Lin Langtian’s gaze locked onto Four Kings Hall, his dark eyes faintly flickering as he spoke.

This fellow was clearly wary of the other Ancient Masters and thus had not come in person. That was, at least, good news for him.

”Although it is only a demonic body clone, dealing with the likes of you should still be more than enough.” Four Kings Hall shook his head.

As his voice faded, his figure appeared a short distance away up ahead, drifting like a wisp of black smoke.

”Kill him!”

As soon as he drew near, countless experts of the Anti‑Yuan Alliance erupted into furious roars. In the next moment, an overwhelming barrage of yuan power attacks howled forth, surging toward Four Kings Hall.

Swoosh.

Yet his figure was as ghostly as a specter, directly gliding through that storm of attacks without a single strike landing on his body.

Just as Four Kings Hall slipped through the sea of attacks, a torrent of chilling air swept over. Ying Huanhuan’s slender hands formed seals with a sudden snap.

In an instant, the frigid air condensed into a sky full of ice and snow that shot toward that figure with lightning speed. In the span of a few breaths, that silhouette had been turned into an ice sculpture.

”Be careful!”

Just as that ice sculpture formed, a tense cry suddenly rang out behind Ying Huanhuan, followed by a sword gleam that shot forward, stabbing fiercely into an empty patch of air in front of her.

Clang!

The sword gleam struck that emptiness, but a metallic clang rang out with a burst of sparks. A figure flickered into existence like a ghost—it was Four Kings Hall. At this moment, he was pinching the sword’s tip between two fingers, smiling faintly at Ying Huanhuan and Ying Xiaoxiao.

Boom!

Light suddenly poured down from the sky. Four Kings Hall’s brows furrowed slightly as he looked up to see a vast and incomparably intricate array that had somehow condensed in the heavens above.

”This is… the Ancient Universe Formation?” Four Kings Hall’s gaze narrowed as he stared at this somewhat familiar ancient array.

On the other side, an immense wave of yuan power and spiritual power suddenly erupted from within Lin Dong’s body, then all of it poured into that Ancient Universe Formation. As the array began to revolve, a pillar of light howled down from above, streaking straight for Four Kings Hall.

The light pillar instantly tore through the heavens and earth. Even someone like Four Kings Hall hesitated briefly at this attack before his figure flashed backward in retreat.

Swoosh!

The light pillar missed. A golden radiance flickered and Lin Langtian’s five fingers clenched tightly as his golden dragon fist crashed down toward Four Kings Hall like Mount Tai.

”Hmph.”

Seeing these endless attacks, Four Kings Hall snorted coldly. His hands suddenly clapped together, then spread apart, and a massive black light shield condensed into existence in an instant.

Bang!

The golden dragon fist slammed heavily into the black light shield, sending out a terrifying shock wave that shook the ground below into collapse.

Four Kings Hall staggered back several steps before stabilizing himself. His cold gaze swept over Lin Langtian and Lin Dong, who were both staring at him. Then he smiled faintly as viscous, nearly tangible demonic qi began to flow between his palms.

”Lin Langtian and Lin Dong—you two brats really are somewhat impressive.”

”However, even so, I’m afraid today’s outcome will not change.”

As Four Kings Hall’s final word fell, his figure shot out once more.

This time, his body split into two as he charged straight at Lin Langtian and Lin Dong, the killing intent in his eyes sending chills down one’s spine.

Lin Langtian watched Four Kings Hall without any change of expression. His golden dragon fist swung out once more, blasting forward with thunderous ferocity. Unexpectedly, as the golden fist hammered down, Four Kings Hall’s figure was instantly obliterated.

On the other side, as Lin Dong stared at the Four Kings Hall rushing at him, he flicked his sleeve. A black figure shot out at once, a black saber hacking down in a furious arc, its blade light seeming to tear open the void.

That blade strike was terrifyingly fierce, yet Four Kings Hall did not even attempt to dodge, letting the saber smash into him. The blade simply passed through his body.

Witnessing these bizarre scenes on both sides of the battlefield, everyone was filled with confusion. Lin Dong’s pupils shrank abruptly as he shouted in a harsh voice, ”Huanhuan, be careful!”

As his shout rang out, the onlookers turned in shock and saw Four Kings Hall appear ghost‑like in front of Ying Huanhuan.

From the very beginning, his target had been Ying Huanhuan.

Boom!

Yet just as Four Kings Hall struck at Ying Huanhuan, the ground below suddenly cracked apart, and a pillar of molten rock burst forth. That fiery pillar reached her first, blocking in front of her.

His palm slammed into the lava pillar and instantly turned red. Four Kings Hall’s expression changed drastically as he flung himself backward to retreat.

Bang!

Even as he retreated, a magma‑covered hand thrust out from within the pillar and slammed heavily into his chest.

Four Kings Hall’s body was sent flying back, his feet tapping frantically on the empty air as he struggled to steady himself. His eyes turned extremely dark and cold as he glared at the pillar of molten rock.

”What?”

The sudden eruption of that magma pillar left everyone stunned. All gazes locked onto the pillar, which gradually calmed. Then a tall figure slowly emerged before them.

It was a tall, straight‑backed man clad in golden robes. His hair was a fiery red, like flowing molten lava. As he stood there, it seemed that the temperature of the world itself began to rise.

Under the many watching eyes, the red‑haired man slowly turned his head, revealing a handsome young face tinged with an air of majesty.

At this moment, he did not look at anyone else. His gaze rested only on Ying Huanhuan behind him. In his deep eyes, a trace of tenderness surfaced. Then he smiled slightly and said softly, ”Little junior sister.”

The red‑haired man stood before Ying Huanhuan, his golden robes carrying a hint of nobility. Yet his handsome face was especially gentle. His gaze remained fixed on Ying Huanhuan, soft ripples of affection swirling in his eyes.

Ying Huanhuan was somewhat uncomfortable under that look. She took two small steps back, her slender brows knitting together slightly as she shot him a glance. ”Who are you?” she asked.

The red‑haired man was taken aback, then quickly understood. He smiled and said, ”So little junior sister still hasn’t recovered.”

Here he paused briefly before continuing, ”I am the Flame Master.”

The moment those words fell, everyone’s expressions changed. Shock and dread filled every gaze fixed upon the red‑haired man.

Flame Master? One of the legendary Eight Ancient Masters?

Lin Langtian was also looking at this red‑haired man. This was the Ancient era’s bearer of the Flame Ancestral Symbol. In terms of temperament, he really did resemble Mo Luo somewhat.

However, a faint radiance covered this man’s body. It seemed that, just like Four Kings Hall, he had not come in his true body.

”Flame Master?” Ying Huanhuan repeated the name, slightly stunned. Then she glanced at him again, retreated two more steps, and shook her head. ”I am Ying Huanhuan, not the Ice Master.”

”You will be, sooner or later.” Flame Master merely chuckled, unconcerned.

”Hehe, who would have imagined that even the Flame Master would show up? But from the looks of it, you don’t seem to have descended in your true body either, do you?”

As everyone remained in shock, a cold voice drifted over from not far away. There, Four Kings Hall stood, staring at the newly arrived Flame Master with a faint smile.

”If my true body had come, wouldn’t you have long since scurried away?” Flame Master glanced at Four Kings Hall and waved his hand lightly. ”Scram.”

Although he had been extraordinarily gentle in front of Ying Huanhuan earlier, as soon as he faced Four Kings Hall, his bearing completely changed. With every move, the dignity and dominance befitting one of the Eight Ancient Masters were on full display.

”Heh, we are both using clones. Do you really think I’m afraid of you?” A nasty look flickered across Four Kings Hall’s sinister face as he sneered coldly.

Flame Master watched him calmly. A crimson light flickered in his eyes, and the entire world abruptly became scorching hot. The clouds in the sky turned a fiery red.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a thunderous roar split the heavens. As everyone looked up, they were horrified to see a flaming meteor that had somehow formed within the clouds, now streaking across the sky and crashing straight down toward Four Kings Hall.

With his very first move, Flame Master revealed an unimaginably terrifying power. One of the Eight Ancient Masters—truly deserving of his reputation.

Seeing Flame Master attack, a savage look flashed across Four Kings Hall’s face, but his eyes were filled with deep wariness. Clearly, he did not dare to underestimate this opponent.

A vast tide of viscous demonic qi exploded from within Four Kings Hall’s body. With a clench of his hand, that demonic qi turned into a boundless sea of demons that hovered high in the sky.

Boom!

The flaming meteor smashed into that demonic sea, sending up a towering spray of demonic water. Scarlet flames spread out in an instant.

The demonic sea was unable to extinguish the flames. Instead, under the inferno’s spread, it melted away at a shocking pace.

A pallor crossed Four Kings Hall’s face. His body flickered again, and he reappeared behind Ying Huanhuan. His fist, wreathed in demonic qi, smashed mercilessly toward her.

”Hmph.”

As Ying Huanhuan’s guardian, Lin Dong had long been on full alert for this man. The instant Four Kings Hall moved, Lin Dong’s sleeve flicked. The Devouring Sky Corpse wielding a black saber instantly appeared behind Ying Huanhuan and slashed out.

Clang!

Four Kings Hall’s demonic‑qi‑wreathed palm reached out and collided head‑on with the Devouring Sky Corpse’s black blade. Sparks flew. Although he held the upper hand, his attack was nonetheless blocked.

At the same time, scorching flames erupted from the ground, forming a blazing fist that crashed heavily into Four Kings Hall’s body. Amid the surging fire, he was blasted back several thousand zhang.

Clearly, this Four Kings Hall had been driven into a disadvantage…

(END CHAPTER)

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