The Prodigies War

“Want to experience what it’s like to prostrate again?” Lin Xun seemed to be smiling as he swept his gaze at Bi Hen and moved a step forward.

Bi Hen’s face paled. Almost on instinct, she whooshed backward. She knew very clearly how strong Lin Xun was.

However, nothing happened.

Lin Xun had soon retracted his gaze. Along with the momentum of this step, he took to the sky.

Sneers and laughter rang out around, filling Bi Hen’s heart with embarrassment and indignation while leaving her nowhere to hide.

Lang Qianheng, who had been waiting on the Spirit Tempering Tower, turned around to see Lin Xun entering his field of vision. With a cold expression, he raised his voice, “Don’t you think it’s low to bully a servant girl?”

His voice was icy and stern.

Lin Xun stood in the air with a smile. “I was already being merciful to let her live.”

As he spoke, he also sized up Lang Qianheng. The latter’s slender and dignified figure was clad in a golden robe while exuding a flawless aura.

His long, blood-colored hair cascaded down to his waist, cupping a demonic, defined face that was adorned with a pair of chilling-blue eyes, which flashed with terrifying light.

“Arrogant,” resounded a sneer in the distance.

Lin Xun looked up and saw a woman with a graceful and enchanting physique, snow-white skin, and long, violet hair. Her arms folded before her ample chest as her beautiful face displayed a hint of derision.

“What are you looking at? The one about to dominate you would have been me if Lang Qianheng didn’t beat me to it,” snapped Zhu Yingxue.

Her companions laughed.

They had noticed Lin Xun the moment he had appeared, but hadn’t detected any threatening energy from him that could make them wary.

Moreover, they subconsciously looked down on the Ancient Wasteland Domain. Even though they knew Lin Xun was definitely not as simple as they imagined, they still had a sense of superiority and arrogance when facing him.

“Don’t like my attitude? Then you can all come at me. I, Lin Xun, welcome all challengers.” Lin Xun’s precise response showed how disdainful he was toward them.

He seemed like a calm person, but his words were bold and sharp, causing everyone around to look over.

“This guy never changes,” laughed Xiao Cangtian.

Everyone else agreed as they recalled Lin Xun’s deeds in the Supreme Realm.

Underneath his low-profile and calm exterior was an unyielding and proud spirit!

“Funny to hear such big talk from a frog at the bottom of the well. Have you forgotten the past two domain wars?

“Your Ancient Wasteland Domain’s cultivators were nothing more than weeds to be removed, and your struggles were futile. Were those bloody lessons not enough for you to see your place?”

The moment Zhu Yingxue’s words rang out, the entire area fell silent.

Many, many years ago, the Ancient Wasteland Domain had failed miserably in the previous two Conflicts of the Nine Domains, where numerous predecessors had been mercilessly slaughtered and died with resentment on the battlefield.

This was a bloody scar tightly carved on the Ancient Wasteland Domain, and it was a great humiliation that no one could forget!

To hear it from the unscrupulous mouth of an enemy was like a slap in the face that trampled on their dignity!

Many old experts’ faces instantly twisted, their hearts raging with fury, while some young cultivators were already cursing out loud.

“Bastards!”

“Insolent!”

There was a stir as countless gazes of hatred pierced Zhu Yingxue like they wanted to eat her alive. She completely ignored them and even sneered, “Don’t act like I lied when you don’t dare to accept your failure!”

What was arrogance?

This was.

Standing in the middle of Baiyujing with the whole world’s attention on her, Zhu Yingxue, an envoy of an outer domain, was fearlessly flaunting and taunting native cultivators. From this, one could see how much she looked down on the Ancient Wasteland Domain.

Everybody was so furious that their faces turned livid.

Who could forget the resentment and humiliation of the past?

Zhu Yingxue’s behavior was tantamount to pouring oil on the fire and rubbing salt into their wound.

Many experts from the older generations of the Ancient Wasteland Domain seethed with anger. They were very close to yielding to the urge of killing the other party.

Lin Xun’s black eyes gleamed coldly with inexplicable emotions as he suddenly asked, “Is it possible to kill our opponent in this battle?”

His question stunned all and sundry.

Zhu Yingxue raised a brow, wanting to say something, but Mu Zhaixing stopped her.

“We are here as envoys. Our communication with the Ancient Wasteland Domain is supposed to be friendly and not a battle of life or death. According to the rules of the Conflict of the Nine Domains, no one is allowed to kill envoys.” Carrying three swords on his back, Mu Zhaixing, who usually looked sluggish, seemed quite serious at this moment.

Lin Xun glanced at him. “As I said before, you can all challenge me, and I will not turn down anyone. But before the challenge, it’s best that you keep your mouth shut!”

Mu Zhaixing’s brows furrowed before relaxing into a smile.

Zhu Yingxue’s face turned purple in rage, but she was stopped from acting out by Wu Zhaixing who said, “Words are pointless. Let Lang Qianheng settle this.”

All eyes then fell on Lin Xun and Lang Qianheng above the Spirit Tempering Tower.

Standing above the auspicious clouds, the cold-looking Lang Qianheng was like a large flag rooted in the sky. He said, “I won’t underestimate you.”

This seemed to come out of nowhere, but everyone understood that he had learned about Lin Xun’s past deeds, which was why he didn’t have a belittling manner.

Lin Xun’s eyes were like still water. He could feel the power surging within Lian Qianheng, which was as vast as the ocean and as fierce as a storm. He could also see that the other party’s mind and will were as solid and concentrated as a rock.

This peerless character from the Blood Demon Ancient Domain was indeed extremely powerful. No matter in which aspect, he was not inferior to characters such as Ye Mohe, Mi Hengzhen, and Wang Xuanyu.

Suffice to say, he was only one step short of entering the Saint stage.

“No one has been able to last more than ten moves from my hands since I have come to the Ancient Wasteland Domain. I hope you will be different.”

Lang Qianheng’s eyes flickered like stars. As his killing intent drifted around, an overwhelming battle spirit spread from him like a signal fire and surged up to the sky.

This drew many cries of alarm in the field.

Even the pupils of some supreme figures shrank. Only after seeing it with their own eyes did they realize how terrifying Lang Qianheng’s achievement on the supreme path was.

“Unfortunately, you’re still far from enough in my eyes. You might still have a chance to compete with me if you guys all come together…” sighed Lin Xun softly as if losing interest. Then he raised three fingers. “If I can’t defeat you within three moves, I’ll admit defeat.”

In this instant, everyone was dumbstruck.

Whether it were the old monsters or the ordinary cultivators, they were shocked by how domineering Lin Xun was acting!

At the same time, though, his attitude revitalized the crowd’s spirit. They all became excited.

Meanwhile, Lang Qianheng, Zhu Yingxue, and the rest of the outer-domain visitors looked like they couldn’t believe what they had just heard.

Their faces instantly grew icy.

They had seen their fair share of arrogant people, but none had been able to surpass Lin Xun. Wanting to defeat Lang Qianheng in just three moves, does he think he’s a Saint?

Then, they all regained composure, treating Lin Xun’s words like a joke.

“Hear that, Lang Qianheng? He said he would defeat you in three moves.” Zhu Yingxue deliberately triggered Lang Qianheng.

“You’ll pay for your arrogance, Lin Xun!” Lang Qianheng’s eyes burst with a scary light as fury took over him. He had never been underestimated like this ever since he had set foot on the path of cultivation, so he saw Lin Xun’s action as a provocation to his authority.

“First move.” Lin Xun wasted no time arguing as he gently pressed his right palm in the air.

Buzz!

The air in the circumference of ten thousand feet violently tumbled up and condensed into a radiant and eye-catching seal with a Bi’an squatting on it.

Around the great seal were images of a rotating abyss, a galaxy whose stars were fading away, and a true dragon roaring proudly.

Boom!

In this instant, the world seemed to crumble in boundless dao light.

The entire audience was astonished.

Imperial Son Shaohao, Fairy Ruowu, and everyone else revealed a look of amazement. After two years of not seeing Lin Xun, the power he displayed once again surpassed their expectations and gave them no less of a surprise!

“Hmmm?” Mu Zhaixing’s group became serious.

Lin Xun had doused their contempt as soon as he made his move and forced them to take him seriously.

Even some old monsters watching from the shadows couldn’t help but gasp. Such a supreme force had made their hearts stop for a moment, and it was completely unheard of.

Meanwhile, the average cultivators only felt a sense of suffocation and despair. This level of power was simply terrifying beyond what they could perceive.

Those were how the onlookers felt, watching from a distance.

As the target, Lang Qianheng had experienced something completely different. The moment Lin Xun’s strike had taken shape, he had felt like he was confined in a tight cage that he could neither break free from nor find room to evade.

In other words, he had no choice but to take it head-on!

“Break!” shouted Lang Qianheng. His scarlet hair danced wildly as a demonic aura rolled around him, turning him into an ancient demon king.

Gathering this power, he punched out. The air all around him collapsed violently as a round fist qi manifested and shot out like a black sun.

The Bi’an Stamp and the black fist qi clashed, producing thundering rumbles.

To everyone’s shock, the black fist qi was crushed like glass. The deafening explosion disturbed an area of a thousand miles and disrupted nine layers of clouds.

Meanwhile, the Bi’an Stamp still emitted a terrifying aura as it continued to press down.

Lang Qianheng’s face changed color when he realized that the situation wasn’t good. He knew that Lin Xun must have used his full strength since he wanted to achieve victory in three moves.

Since that was the case, it would undoubtedly be unwise for Lang Qianheng to hold back.

“Break!” he roared while operating his energy to the extreme. Completely shrouded in seemingly infinite demonic qi, he threw out another punch.

This time, the fist qi was marked with his own law and dao power. It was as if the whole demonic world had descended and condensed into a single fist, generating an astonishing phenomenon.

Rumble!

The sound of the collision shook the heavens and earth. Even the air vibrated.

Torrential dao lights blasted out in all directions, turning the battlefield into a turbulent area that made one’s hair stand on end.

However, what made everyone swallow nonstop was the fact that Lang Qianheng’s attack had once again gotten crushed. The fist qi burst into a rain of light.

The Bi’an Stamp, on the other hand, was like an indestructible ancient mountain covered in a divine dao aura that continued to stamp down!