Chapter 678: The Might of the Ancestral Symbol Demon Palm
Martial Gathering Island.
In the sky above, the light barrier trembled violently.
Buzz, buzz!
The barrier shook faster and faster, and the cracks upon it spread to their very limits. Then a faint cracking sound echoed through the air.
The entire barrier finally shattered completely under the impact of that overwhelming demonic qi!
At the very instant the barrier collapsed, the heavens and earth darkened in an instant. The billowing demonic qi that had coiled outside the island for so long finally revealed its ferocious true form.
Piercing, shrill screeches rang out as countless Yimo swarmed out of the demonic cloud like locusts, crashing toward Martial Gathering Island.
Lin Langtian gazed coldly at that sky-blotting assault. His palm clenched, and thunderclouds quickly gathered in the sky as countless bolts of lightning rumbled downward, fiercely bombarding the demonic clouds.
Boom, boom!
Deep thunderclaps resounded, and everyone saw innumerable Yimo shriek in agony, their bodies charred black and trailing streams of black smoke as they fell from the sky one after another.
"Kill!"
Seeing Lin Langtian display his divine might, everyone's spirits soared. A thunderous roar shook the heavens as Yuan Power surged madly, and a tidal wave of attacks swept toward the foremost ranks of the Yimo.
Rumble!
The two sides clashed head-on as Yuan Power and demonic qi erupted in a frenzy.
Lin Langtian watched the brutal battle, his eyes narrowing slightly as he shifted his gaze to the deepest part of the demonic clouds. There, an extremely terrifying demonic qi had begun to surge.
Ling Qingzhu also appeared behind Lin Langtian. Her eyes were fixed on the depths of the demonic cloud. Compared to the ordinary Yimo, the ones that were about to show themselves were the truly troublesome ones.
The demonic cloud roiled, and at some unknown point, the Yimo assault suddenly slowed.
Immediately afterward, everyone saw a terrifying mass of demonic qi condense into a giant vortex in the sky outside the island. As the vortex rotated, it seemed to tear even the surrounding space apart.
Within the swirling demonic qi, faintly, there came the sound of rustling footsteps. Several black silhouettes, as if approaching from afar, finally stepped slowly out of that demonic vortex.
The moment they emerged into this world, everyone could feel the Yuan Power permeating between heaven and earth suddenly boil, as if stimulated.
"Heh heh, Lin Langtian, there really is no place where you're not causing trouble." The seven demonic figures stepped on the demonic qi, and the man in front turned his cold eyes toward Lin Langtian in the sky above the island. His indifferent laugh reverberated slowly across the heavens.
Lin Langtian also cast his eyes toward the seven figures. Among the two leading them, one was extremely familiar—it was none other than the Seventh King Hall, whom he had once fought in the North Xuan Region!
"Heh, so it's you, Seventh King Hall. Didn't expect you to come throwing your life away again." Lin Langtian replied with a faint smile.
As his words faded, Lin Langtian's gaze drifted past the Seventh King Hall. When it landed on the black silhouette beside him, his expression hardened slightly, because this person's aura was actually three points more terrifying than that of the Seventh King Hall.
Aside from that, the other five demonic shadows all possessed torrential demonic qi. Although not at the level of the Seventh King Hall, they were comparable to peak experts who had endured a single Reincarnation Tribulation.
These five were all true king-level Yimo kings!
Five true kings, and… at least two King Halls!
Even Lin Langtian's expression grew somewhat grave at this lineup. The Demonic Prison had truly gone all out.
"Old Seven, this is the brat who made you suffer last time? Truly a hero in his youth. Unfortunately, anyone who dares to block my Demonic Prison will end up dead, with no exception." The black silhouette beside the Seventh King Hall studied Lin Langtian with interest, then sneered.
"Sixth Brother, don't underestimate him. This fellow, by some unknown means, can actually fuse the power of our Yimo with the power of the Ancestral Symbols. The might of that fusion is extremely terrifying." The Seventh King Hall stared at Lin Langtian, his gaze tinged with fear.
"Oh? Fusing Yimo power and Ancestral Symbol power? If that's true, then this boy truly holds a great secret. In that case, we should capture him alive and torture the secret out of him." The Sixth King Hall gave a soft grunt of surprise, then his eyes burned with fervor.
To be able to fuse the powers of the Yimo and the Ancestral Symbols was something that even the Yimo Emperor and the Symbol Ancestor could not accomplish. They had a strong feeling that the secret Lin Langtian carried was anything but trivial.
The Seventh King Hall licked his lips, a cruel and bloodthirsty gleam flickering across his face. His eyes on Lin Langtian grew even more chilling. "That's exactly what I was thinking."
Lin Langtian chuckled, his dark eyes fixed on the Seventh King Hall and the black silhouette beside him. From their conversation, he had also confirmed that this man was the Sixth King Hall of the Demonic Prison.
Although the Sixth King Hall had not yet fully crossed three Reincarnation Tribulations, his aura was clearly far stronger than that of the Fifth King Hall. He had practically stepped one foot into that realm.
"To think that two King Halls would come at once. If both of you are wiped out here, the Demonic Prison will surely suffer grievously."
Lin Langtian smiled faintly, and in the next moment, an immense Yuan Power spread from his body, stirring wind and thunder as an astonishing aura surged forth.
"The Devouring Black Corpse and the Wolf Demon can deal with two of the true kings." With a sweep of his sleeve, Lin Langtian summoned the Devouring Sky Corpse. With its strength, handling a single true king would not be difficult.
As for the Wolf Demon General, although he had yet to cross a Reincarnation Tribulation, with the Demon Emperor Armor that Lin Langtian had bestowed upon him, he could temporarily hold a true king at bay.
"The remaining three, leave them to me." Ling Qingzhu smiled faintly. Seeing Lin Langtian's hesitation, she added, "Don't worry, it's only three true kings."
Lin Langtian pressed his lips together before finally nodding. The Yimo were pressing in fiercely from all sides, and he alone could only restrain the Sixth and Seventh King Halls.
If those five true kings were left unchecked, the defenses below would quickly be destroyed. Once the Yimo poured into the island, they would inevitably disturb the Desolate Lord.
"Then let's begin!"
A frigid glint flashed in Lin Langtian's eyes. Last time, the Seventh King Hall had managed to escape. This time, he would never let him go!
Lin Langtian stepped forward, his palm clenching as silver lightning suddenly exploded from his hand, transforming with a roar into a thunder dragon that bared its fangs and claws, charging at the Seventh King Hall.
"Hmph!"
The Seventh King Hall snorted coldly and flicked his finger. Demonic qi spewed forth, turning into a massive black demonic chain that instantly coiled around the thunder dragon. With a savage twist, the dragon was torn apart and exploded.
"Brat, surrender quietly!"
The Sixth and Seventh King Halls grinned savagely and shot forth like lightning. Their massive demonic palms descended from the heavens, crashing toward Lin Langtian.
Lin Langtian soared into the ninth heaven, letting out a long roar as brilliant golden light burst from his body. The entire sky was dyed a dazzling, pure gold, and the dragon-kun phantom coiled around him.
Boom!
Clenching his five fingers into a fist, Lin Langtian punched out. The dragon-kun surged forward, its earth-shaking roar echoing across the heavens. The power of the punch pierced through space, shattering the two demonic palms with a single blow.
Bang!
A terrifying shockwave swept across the sky, distorting the surrounding space.
"Let's move as well."
Seeing Lin Langtian entangle the Sixth and Seventh King Halls, Ling Qingzhu's clear eyes flashed with killing intent. Her slender figure shot forth as her slim jade fingers extended.
Azure light spread outward, swiftly forming countless sharp sword nets of turquoise radiance that enveloped the three true kings. Then, with a longsword of green in her hand, she unleashed a storm of terrifying sword qi in an extremely ferocious assault on the three.
The Wolf Demon King also took action, wrapped in the Demon Emperor Armor that Lin Langtian had given him as he locked a true king in combat. Faced with the armor's astonishing defense, that true king found himself in a vexing predicament, and the two quickly became locked in a stalemate.
The Devouring Black Corpse was the most straightforward. Charging in fearlessly, he withstood the fierce attacks of another true king with the devouring nature of his body alone.
Both the sky and ground of Martial Gathering Island were plunged into battle, the stench of blood and killing intent soaring into the clouds. Even a thousand miles away, one would still be able to faintly hear the chaotic echoes of the clash.
Up in the highest reaches of the sky, Lin Langtian faced off against the Sixth and Seventh King Halls, the ruthless gleam in each of their eyes intensifying.
They all knew that no matter how brutal the fighting below was, the true battlefield that would decide everything lay here. As long as they could overcome their enemy in this place, the important mission they had been given would be accomplished!
This battle was destined to be tragic.
In the ninth heaven, boundless Yuan Power churned like an eternal ocean.
Lin Langtian stepped on the void, wind and thunder trailing around him, as the terrifying sharpness in his dark eyes fixed tightly on the Sixth and Seventh King Halls. Behind the two, torrents of demonic qi surged madly.
The Seventh King Hall's perception was keen. One look at Lin Langtian's current aura told him that the latter's strength had advanced again, and shock flashed in his eyes.
How could this brat cultivate so quickly? In just a few short months apart, he had actually advanced from the Reincarnation Stage's precursor to full Reincarnation.
"So that's why you dare to stand against the two of us. You've stepped into the Reincarnation Stage." Surprise flickered through the Seventh King Hall's eyes, then his expression grew solemn.
Back when Lin Langtian was only at the Reincarnation precursor stage, his strength had already been terrifying. Now that he had broken through, his combat power would have soared to an even more unimaginable height!
"Just an ordinary Reincarnation Stage. Nothing worth mentioning." The Sixth King Hall, who was unaware of Lin Langtian's true terror, laughed dismissively.
At those words, Lin Langtian simply gave a faint, icy smile. He did not respond. Instead, his hands slowly clenched.
Strange light flashed over his arms as they suddenly transformed into a liquid state.
Within those liquid limbs, it was as if ancient runes and dark demonic patterns floated unceasingly. A mysterious and eerie power spread from them.
The Seventh King Hall's eyes flickered when he saw the liquid arms suffused with the combined forces of the Ancestral Symbols and demonic qi. His body trembled, and he turned into a streak of black smoke retreating at high speed.
He knew how frightening that fused power was and would never be foolish enough to let Lin Langtian land a clean hit.
"Can you escape?!"
"Ancestral Symbol Demon Palm!"
As Lin Langtian watched him retreat, a cold smile curled across his lips. Silver light suddenly flashed over his liquid demonic arms, which then seemed to stretch into the void, vanishing bizarrely from sight.
When the Seventh King Hall saw Lin Langtian's arms disappear, his pupils shrank. Yet before he could react, the space in front of him suddenly tore open.
Two liquid demon palms shot out like lightning and slammed heavily into his chest.
Boom!
A dull impact sounded, and the Seventh King Hall's body flew backward, demonic qi on him surging chaotically. Across the Demon Emperor Armor on his chest, two cracks half the depth of a finger had appeared.
Pfft!
He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his eyes filled with disbelief as he stared at Lin Langtian. "The Spatial Ancestral Symbol, the Thunder Ancestral Symbol, and the Devouring Ancestral Symbol… you actually fused Yimo power with three Ancestral Symbols?!"
The power of such a fusion made him helpless even in a single exchange. Even the Sixth King Hall's expression changed drastically at the sight.
"Congratulations, you guessed correctly."
Cold light flickered in Lin Langtian's eyes as he showed no mercy. His Ancestral Symbol Demon Palms crashed forth again, piercing through space.
They emerged from the void all around the Seventh King Hall, their assaults utterly unpredictable and impossible to guard against.
Faced with such an eerie offense, the Seventh King Hall's expression turned ashen. Only by relying on the formidable defense of the Demon Emperor Armor and the Sixth King Hall's aid was he barely able to fend off the relentless attacks coming from all directions.
Bang!
Another Ancestral Symbol Demon Fist pierced through space and slammed heavily into the bodies of both the Sixth and Seventh King Halls. The terrifying power forced them back several dozen steps, and each step seemed to make even the surrounding space tremble.
"Damn it, this brat's strength has grown to such a terrifying level." Seeing Lin Langtian's horrifying might, the Seventh King Hall's face twisted with ferocity.
After breaking through to the Reincarnation Stage, Lin Langtian's strength could perhaps only be suppressed by experts who had crossed three Reincarnation Tribulations.
"Old Seven, this kid won't be easy to deal with. Use that move." For the first time, a grim seriousness filled the Sixth King Hall's eyes. Fixing his stare on Lin Langtian, he let out a vicious growl.
The Seventh King Hall nodded. Then he took a fierce step forward as horrifying demonic qi roared out of him like a tide, making the entire world tremble.
The Sixth King Hall also unleashed a torrent of demonic qi from his body. The two of them rapidly formed strange hand seals, each spitting out a mouthful of black blood.
The black blood squirmed and morphed into a black skeletal sigil. A dreadful, ominous aura spread from the skull, one even more terrifying than the combined malice of the two King Halls.
Roar!
As that extremely sinister power spread, countless Yimo below suddenly raised their heads and let out frenzied howls at the sky.
Some of the Yimo even fell directly to their knees, bowing devoutly toward the skeletal sigil.
The Sixth and Seventh King Halls grinned ferociously at Lin Langtian. "This was originally meant to deal with the Desolate Lord, but since you're so eager to die, we'll deal with you first."
As their voices fell, they slowly knelt down, torrents of viscous demonic qi surging from their bodies. Above their heads, that demonic qi condensed into a colossal, thousand-zhang-tall, blurry black shadow.
With the appearance of this shadow, the Yuan Power in this world scattered and fled in terror.
As the dense demonic qi spread, a hoarse voice slowly came forth from the mouths of the two King Halls.
"The Demon Emperor… descends!"
(END CHAPTER)
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