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

”Despicable lower‑plane insects… very well. You’ve succeeded in angering me. As punishment, everyone in this plane will serve the Northern Region Leng Clan as slaves for a hundred years!”

Leng Feng’s cold, sinister voice boomed like thunder.

Even for the Northern Region Leng Clan, the value of a single lower plane was an enormous prize.

Lower planes often hid rare treasures and precious ores, and there were cases of clans whose power had risen sharply—and who had gone on to dominate entire regions—after occupying such a world.

Even aside from those things, the sheer number of living beings alone could generate staggering value.

He would not only take the Third Young Miss back, but also conquer this entire plane and fold it into the Leng Clan’s domain.

If he succeeded, he would return to the clan with immeasurable merit and be richly rewarded. He might one day step into the higher Supreme ranks, perhaps even glimpse the Earth Supreme Realm.

With that thought, Leng Feng’s eyes burned with ambition. But to subdue this plane, his first task was obvious: he had to slaughter Lin Langtian, the Plane Master.

At the same time, Lin Langtian’s expression turned utterly cold, killing intent flickering in his eyes.

The Demonic Emperor had been hateful enough, but these men deserved death every bit as much.

The Northern Region Leng Clan had already chosen the path of destruction.

”For a mere Northern Region Leng Clan, you speak quite boldly. Are you so unafraid of courting disaster?” Lin Langtian said, his gaze indifferent.

”Disaster? You mean for yourself?” the frost‑white giant sneered. ”In that case, this commander will personally suppress you.”

Mockery colored Leng Feng’s voice as the giant’s massive hand began to form a seal.

As his hand seal changed, frost‑white cold qi surged out in a tidal wave, gathering in his palm.

An aura of extreme chill spread through the air.

”Wretched ant, take another strike from this commander!”

The Frost Dharmic Body’s eyes flared with icy light, and its enormous palm slammed down. Cold flooded the world, freezing the very void as a titanic handprint of frost that blotted out half the sky hurtled downward.

”Frost Sea‑Freezing Palm!”

With that blow, the land below shattered. Mountains froze, then crumbled to powder. In an instant, heaven and earth became an icebound realm, that crushing force utterly tyrannical.

Seeing this, Lin Langtian narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured, ”So it’s frost‑type energy… then allow me to show you the power of Demonic Ice.”

He stood upon the shoulder of his Supreme Demonic Body, and his hands moved like lightning as he formed a seal.

In the next instant, pitch‑black ice burst forth from the Supreme Demonic Body’s form. The chill it released covered the ground in a layer of dark ice more than several inches thick.

”Demonic Ice.”

The words echoed in Lin Langtian’s heart, and a clear crack rang out.

Crack.

As the freezing took hold, countless pupils shrank. From the Supreme Demonic Body’s hand, a thick sheet of black ice shot forth, spreading at an astonishing speed.

”Heavenly Demon Ice Fist!”

Whoosh!

The Demonic Ice condensed into a colossal fist that streaked forward at inconceivable speed. In a single flash, it appeared beneath the Frost Giant’s palm and crashed upward to meet it.

There was no earth‑shattering boom when they collided. The Heaven Demon Ice Fist, cold beyond measure, simply demonstrated its horrifying destructive power. Though both attacks were of the same element, in terms of pure chill the Demonic Ice completely outclassed the Sha Demon Cold Qi.

At the first touch, the Heaven Demon Ice Fist punched straight through the Frost Giant’s palm and drove on toward the Dharmic Body itself.

”Out of my sight!”

Leng Feng’s furious shout echoed from within the Frost Dharmic Body. The giant’s own fist slammed forward, wreathed in a torrent of frigid qi, and hammered into the onrushing ice fist.

Screech.

A piercing sound split the air as the two blows met.

The clash of those two ultimate chills froze the surrounding space solid, turning it crystalline and strangely beautiful.

But the outcome only stoked Leng Feng’s rage.

Lin Langtian had blocked his attacks again and again—an unbearable humiliation.

Boom!

Yet despite his fury, the Frost Qi was finally overwhelmed by the black Demonic Ice and completely pushed back, frozen into chunks of pitch‑black ice.

”Boom!”

Striking while the iron was hot, Lin Langtian gave Leng Feng no time to breathe. The Supreme Demonic Body’s fists crashed forward once more, this time wreathed in rolling black demonic flames that twisted into two roaring black fire dragons as they hurtled at the Frost Dharmic Body.

”Damn it!”

Leng Feng cursed as he hastily retreated, casting out torrents of Frost Qi to block the dragons.

But the demonic flames were eerie and terrifying. The Frost Qi vanished the instant it touched them, incinerated in a blink.

Boom!

The black fire dragons descended too quickly. After a few desperate dodges, Leng Feng could retreat no further. The flames surged in and smashed heavily into the Frost Dharmic Body.

Bang!

The Frost Dharmic Body reeled as if struck by a hammer and plummeted, slamming into the ground and collapsing the land into a massive crater.

”Heh. So this is all the Northern Region Leng Clan amounts to.”

Lin Langtian let out a cold laugh as he gazed down at the shattered landscape, killing intent in his eyes. He did not stop there. With a wave of his hand, a colossal spear of demonic flame formed in his grasp.

With a sharp swish, the flaming spear punched through the void and plunged toward the ruined earth below.

Bang!

Seeing the incoming strike, Leng Feng had barely enough time to cross his arms in front of him, layers of Frost Qi surging out to form a giant ice shield.

”Frost Shield!”

The shield had barely solidified when Leng Feng felt a terrifying force explode against his arms.

Boom!

The Frost Dharmic Body was driven back again, step after step, each stride carving a deep footprint into the ground below.

Crash!

The giant stamped hard, the earth around him cracking apart as he finally managed to steady himself.

Leng Feng’s eyes blazed with savage fury. Being forced back repeatedly had pushed his killing intent to its peak.

”I’ll kill him! I must kill him!”

The roar echoed through his mind. He could not bear the thought of being defeated by Lin Langtian.

He was a proud expert of the Northern Region Leng Clan, yet he was being pressed back by a lower‑plane native. If he returned home like this, he’d be laughed to death.

He would kill Lin Langtian or die trying.

Leng Feng’s eyes turned blood‑red as he flung both arms high. Frost‑white spiritual power surged from his palms like a tide.

This time, however, his power was laced with rich, dark red blood.

It was his own blood.

Gurgle.

A thick, wet sound echoed as a blood‑red ice sphere roughly a hundred feet across condensed between the Frost Dharmic Body’s hands.

The surface of the icy orb writhed constantly, with jagged spikes of ice extending and retracting.

A terrifying wave of violent power spread silently through heaven and earth.

Not far away, the two other Leng Clan experts, who had barely escaped from the Plane Seed, saw the bloody orb and could not help but blanch.

”Captain Leng Feng is going all out!”

Shock flickered over their faces. As members of the Leng Clan, they knew exactly what it meant for Leng Feng to draw out every last drop of blood from his body.

He clearly intended to erase the green‑robed youth entirely.

The price, however, was enormous. Even if Leng Feng survived, he would need at least half a year to begin to recover.

They swallowed nervously. None of them had imagined that a lower plane could produce such a formidable opponent.

”Blood Frost Ice Orb!”

Leng Feng’s frenzied roar rang across the sky as blinding blood‑light erupted. The massive orb shot forward like a streak of scarlet lightning toward Lin Langtian.

Wherever it passed, space shattered into jagged cracks, and the ground below was ripped open into a chasm as if gouged out by some titanic claw.

Lin Langtian looked calmly at the oncoming Blood Frost Ice Orb. Even in the face of such a fearsome strike, he made no move to dodge. Instead, the Supreme Demonic Body’s huge hand curled slowly into a fist.

”Then allow me to show you the true power of this Supreme Demonic Body.”

The words rumbled through his heart as his eyes turned razor‑sharp.

Demonic Ice, Demonic Flame, Demonic Lightning—the eight elemental demonic powers erupted from his palm. In his hand, they seemed to condense into a blazing demonic sun.

”Eight Demon Annihilation Palm.”

His low murmur rolled through the sky as the colossal palm carrying the demonic sun punched out, tearing through space to slam unflinchingly into the blood‑red orb that contained all of Leng Feng’s lifeblood.

Boom!

The clash exploded overhead. Boundless darkness and blood‑red frost split the sky in two, each side a raging sea of spiritual power as they struggled to devour one another.

Space shattered around the point of impact, cracks spider‑webbing through the air. Countless faces turned grim as they watched. Had Lin Langtian not deliberately drawn the battlefield away, the entire Great Yan Dynasty might have been obliterated.

Every gaze fixed on that collision. All knew that this exchange would decide the battle.

A hungry fire burned in Lin Dong’s eyes. Though he had now reached the Ancestor Realm and collected all eight Ancestral Symbols, he understood he could not match either combatant.

Yet rather than discouraging him, this only ignited a fiercer fighting spirit.

He longed more than ever to see the Great Thousand World…

In the sky, the two opposing forces seemed locked in stalemate. Leng Feng’s expression turned uglier by the moment.

Even after going this far, he still could not crush this lower‑plane insect.

”Damn him!”

His eyes reddened further, like a gambler who had lost everything. He glared at Lin Langtian with rabid hatred and stamped his foot, pouring out every last trace of spiritual power and blood within him.

If one could see his true body within the Frost Dharmic Body, they would have found a shriveled husk, like a dried corpse.

Boom!

Fueled by his final desperate outpouring, the blood‑red light flared brighter and even seemed to begin pressing back the encroaching darkness.

Gasps rippled through the onlookers.

Behind the darkness, Lin Langtian’s Supreme Demonic Body stared impassively at Leng Feng’s last‑ditch assault. Then its hands flashed through a final seal.

Boom!

Within the black palm print, the demonic sun swelled, waves of radiance exploding outward. Black demonic flame surged skyward in a roaring torrent.

”Forest of Demonic Flames!”

Lin Langtian’s deep voice rang out, and the black palm tore downward. Demonic fire spread in every direction, incinerating the blood‑red frost in a heartbeat.

The demonic‑sun imprint crashed through everything in its path and clamped around the blood‑red orb, closing its fingers tight.

Crack.

The orb crumpled like glass, shattering in the Supreme Demonic Body’s grasp.

Before the unleashed power could erupt, a tide of Demonic Ice swept out, freezing it solid in an instant.

In a heartbeat, the bloody frost vanished from the sky.

In that moment, Leng Feng’s eyes filled with naked terror. As the Frost Dharmic Body dimmed rapidly, it spun around and fled.

He finally understood. In his current condition, he had no hope of defeating Lin Langtian.

Lin Langtian, however, merely watched him coldly. With a flick of his sleeve, the demonic‑sun palm smashed through space and descended upon the Frost Dharmic Body.

Boom!

A bone‑deep crack rang out as the Frost Dharmic Body exploded, dissolving into a flood of cold mist that blanketed the sky and froze the ground solid.

As the icy rain fell, a dim streak of cold light shot desperately away.

A flash of killing intent passed through Lin Langtian’s eyes. The demonic‑sun hand surged forward again, closing around the fleeing glow and pinning it tight.

The Northern Region Leng Clan had already made themselves enemies. Lin Langtian would not allow so much as a whisper of this defeat to reach them.

With his status as Plane Master, he could handle a Fifth‑Grade Supreme like Leng Feng. But should a High‑Grade Supreme or even an Earth Supreme descend upon the Tianxuan Continent, the results would be catastrophic.

Wounded and drained, Leng Feng’s speed was nowhere near Lin Langtian’s. In the blink of an eye, the demonic‑sun hand seized him firmly and immobilized him.

Thus ended the battle—with Lin Langtian’s overwhelming victory.

(END CHAPTER)

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