Chapter 272: The Grand Clash
As fierce winds swirled through the arena, a shadow-like figure shot across the battlefield. Suddenly, the entire space fell silent, and everyone watched as a massive surge of power erupted from Zhao Wuji, spreading out in an overwhelming shockwave that instantly shattered the stones beneath him into dust.
With his right foot pressed firmly to the ground, Zhao Wuji's immense power caused the earth beneath him to tremble. A large crack snaked out from where he stood, tearing across the arena toward Lin Langtian.
Lin Langtian raised an eyebrow as he felt the violent energy surging beneath the ground. Zhao Wuji's strength was indeed formidable; it was clear he had reached the six-Yuan Nirvana stage, making him one of the top three contenders in the entire Ancient Battlefield.
But despite the impressive display, Lin Langtian only showed a fleeting expression of surprise before stepping forward calmly, his gaze steely and determined. His power pulsed outward in waves, his vast Yuan Power flowing like a tidal wave from within.
"Five-Yuan Nirvana stage? For someone from a lower-ranking dynasty, I suppose that's decent. But that's where it ends," Zhao Wuji sneered as he sensed Lin Langtian's power. Cold laughter filled the air as his six-Yuan Nirvana energy roared to life, radiating with an oppressive aura that pressed down on Lin Langtian with the force of a mountain.
Yet, unfazed by the crushing energy, Lin Langtian let out a soft, disdainful laugh. "Annoying," he muttered, as his Nine Nether Yuan Power, Spiritual Force, and Devouring Force all surged at once, funneling into his core, where the Golden Spirit Wheel Mirror resided.
Boom, boom!
A deep rumbling coursed through his veins, growing stronger until it spread to his entire body. In an instant, an eerie, dark energy burst from him, shattering Zhao Wuji's powerful aura like a fragile shell.
Since he was at the center of the city and hadn't yet established the necessary Wood Emperor cultivation field, Lin Langtian was unable to use his full powers. But even at the five-Yuan Nirvana stage, he had no doubt he could take on the six-Yuan Zhao Wuji.
"What… What kind of power is this?" The sudden transformation stunned the crowd, who could not understand why Lin Langtian's energy, which was originally pure Yuan Power, had morphed into this strange, darker force.
This energy clearly transcended ordinary Yuan Power, which was why Zhao Wuji's mighty six-Yuan power had dissolved so completely.
"So, Lin Langtian has a hidden trump card," mused Mu Lin, watching with a surprised expression. It was apparent that Lin Langtian's technique was more powerful than anyone had anticipated.
"Well, that makes this interesting," Zhao Wuji admitted, his smirk quickly turning sinister. The flash of surprise on his face was replaced by a cold smile, and his eyes filled with deadly intent as he summoned his Yuan Power into his hands.
Whoosh!
With a flash, two massive blades of Yuan Power, each tens of meters long, materialized in Zhao Wuji's hands. They gleamed menacingly as he slashed through the air with them, hurtling directly at Lin Langtian.
Swoosh!
In response, Lin Langtian's skeletal Crimson Bird wings appeared, propelling him forward in a swift shadow-like movement. Dark energy rippled over him like a shield, morphing into the shape of a black bird as he charged straight into the oncoming blades of Yuan Power.
Boom!
The sky rang with the explosive sound of the colliding forces, as the massive Yuan blades shattered on impact. With the Crimson Bird wings propelling him, Lin Langtian shot forward again, the black energy surrounding him giving him the appearance of a dark storm as he unleashed a flurry of punches at Zhao Wuji.
"Hmph!" Zhao Wuji grunted, forming a spinning shield of Yuan Power in front of him that absorbed Lin Langtian's relentless blows. Each strike thundered against the barrier, filling the sky with a chorus of crashing sounds, while the shockwaves from their clash echoed across the battlefield.
In mere seconds, Lin Langtian and Zhao Wuji had exchanged dozens of blows with ruthless speed, each one powerful enough to shake the earth. Those watching could only stare in silent awe; even the shockwaves left them pale, as each impact was strong enough to make even the most seasoned warriors tremble.
Nobody could believe that Lin Langtian, wielding only five-Yuan Nirvana power, was going toe-to-toe with Zhao Wuji, who was a full stage higher.
This fight was one of sheer strength, each warrior testing the limits of their power rather than relying on intricate techniques. The endurance of Lin Langtian, daring to face the fury of one of the top-ranking super dynasties, stunned everyone.
Crash!
After one last fierce exchange, Lin Langtian and Zhao Wuji were both thrown back a dozen steps. Their breathing grew heavier, but the hunger for victory shone brighter in their eyes.
Zhao Wuji's face twisted with rage, his voice filled with venom as he barked, "Feng Cang, do you intend to stand back and watch? Join my men and wipe out the Flame Alliance now! I'll handle Lin Langtian myself!"
Feng Cang hesitated, then nodded. Meng Lie, standing beside him with a cruel grin, locked his murderous gaze on Shadow Demon and the others.
Boom!
With one powerful stride forward, Shadow Demon led the Flame Alliance forces in a charge against Fengyun Dynasty's forces. "Flame Alliance, at the Master's command—attack!" he called, his massive, armored form engulfed in dark energy as he surged toward Feng Cang and Meng Lie.
Behind him, the Flame Alliance members, joined by Xing Lie and the warriors of the Black Forest Dynasty, rushed forward. In an instant, both sides were plunged into a full-scale battle that engulfed the entire arena.
The final showdown had begun!
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