He didn't assume a flashy stance. He simply stood, his hands loose at his sides. He looked at Zhu Yan, and for the first time, he let a fraction of his true aura leak out. Not the full, terrifying pressure of his True Spirit Realm Ninth Level, but just enough.
The air around him shimmered, a faint, visible haze where extreme cold and extreme heat warred in perfect harmony.
Zhu Yan's sneer faltered for a heartbeat.
"You wanted to see what I can do," Lin Tian said, his voice quiet but carrying in the unnatural silence. "Let's start with you."
He moved.
The four cultivators fanned out, cutting off his retreat to the bridge and any advance deeper into the temple ruins. The killing intent in the air thickened, a physical weight pressing against his skin.
Zhu Yan sneered, the coiling flames around his hands brightening. "No audience here, Lin Tian. No elders to save you. Just you, and the consequences of your arrogance."
