Chapter 754 755: Lin Langtian’s Complete Victory

Boom!

High in the sky, the violent spiritual fluctuations raged for over ten minutes before finally beginning to subside.

Geng Yan also ceased his futile, frenzied assaults and stared solemnly at Lin Langtian.

He had never expected that the Silver Mist Guards—who were inferior in both numbers and reputation—would not lose out to the Ten Thousand Demons Legion in a clash of battle intent.

If they continued to grind away like this, it would be nothing more than a pointless waste of time.

Clearly, this was not the outcome Old Demon Geng or Geng Yan desired.

Geng Yan's eyes flickered, his face covered in demonic markings twisting into something especially sinister.

"Where did all that arrogance go? Why so quiet now?" Lin Langtian sneered when he saw Geng Yan halt his onslaught.

Geng Yan shot him a cold look. "Hmph. I'll admit you have some talent with battle intent. But compared to this elder… you're still far too green."

As his voice fell, a strange smile slowly curled the corners of his lips.

Seeing that eerie smile, Lin Langtian frowned slightly, though his expression remained calm and indifferent—he had weathered too many storms to be easily rattled.

In the next instant, under Lin Langtian's gaze, Geng Yan clenched his palm, and a stone glowing with gray-black demonic light appeared in his hand.

His fingers tightened, and the stone shattered instantly.

Bang!

Gray-black light erupted in all directions like a spreading tide.

The demonic radiance washed over the sky, bringing no immediate harm. Yet Lin Langtian's face subtly changed.

Within that light, he sensed a cold, evil aura—one utterly incompatible with the spiritual power of the Great Thousand World, repelling it as if from a different existence altogether.

This power was not unfamiliar to him. It was the power of the extraterritorial evil races.

The magic light quickly expanded into a domain. Within its bounds, the battle intent gathered around Lin Langtian began to rapidly dissipate.

"That's… the aura of extraterritorial evil. How did Ten Thousand Demons Gate gain such power?"

Lin Langtian's eyes turned cold as he looked at Geng Yan, only to see that the Ten Thousand Demons battle intent around him was likewise fading away.

Clearly, both of them were being affected within this demonic domain.

What is he trying to pull?

"Hehe, noticing you can't stir up your battle intent anymore?" Geng Yan said mockingly. He clapped his hands and went on, "Ten Thousand Demons Mountain was once an ancient battlefield. This Intention Demon Crystal was born here and can create a demonic domain.

"In this region, battle intent is heavily disrupted. In other words, neither of us can draw on it now."

Lin Langtian's face did not change. He quietly tried to rouse his battle intent and indeed felt an invisible force interfering with him.

With his current strength, he could not completely shut it out.

"This is the handiwork of the Intention Demon Clan, a branch of the extraterritorial evil races," Aunt Ling's voice sounded in his heart. "They're not a major clan, but their methods are extremely bizarre. They can silently devour their enemies' will—and even swallow battle intent."

"The Intention Demon Clan, huh…" Lin Langtian's eyes narrowed slightly.

So the Heaven-Earth Continent had also suffered an invasion from extraterritorial evil in ancient times.

This Intention Demon Crystal must be a relic of that clan, one which Ten Thousand Demons Gate had somehow been lucky enough to obtain.

While Lin Langtian pondered, the Silver Mist Guards below began to stir uneasily.

If Lin Langtian could not control the battle intent, the Silver Mist Guards would be crippled by seventy to eighty percent.

Lin Langtian was the soul of the Silver Mist Guards; only he could command their battle intent.

Once an army lost its battle intent, it would be no different from a rabble.

"What's going on?"

Many experts below had also sensed something was wrong, and confused murmurs arose.

What was Geng Yan doing? If this continued, he wouldn't be able to use the Ten Thousand Demons Legion's battle intent either.

Only Lin Langtian seemed to understand. He glanced at Geng Yan and said calmly, "So, you're planning to fight me one-on-one."

Geng Yan said nothing, but a cruel glint flickered in his eyes.

At that, everyone finally understood his intent.

Without the Silver Mist Guards, Lin Langtian was merely a newly advanced Third-Grade-level Sovereign.

Geng Yan, however, was a veteran Third-Grade Sovereign rumored to have one foot already in the Fourth-Grade.

With the Silver Mist battle intent, Lin Langtian could stand toe-to-toe with him.

But once that support was stripped away, Lin Langtian's true cultivation would be exposed. In the eyes of most, this meant Geng Yan had regained a massive advantage.

"Despicable!"

Mu Honglian bit down on her silver teeth, cursing furiously before her eyes turned ice-cold. "Move! Wipe out Ten Thousand Demons Gate!"

With her command, the many vassal forces of the Heaven-Earth Sect could no longer hold back. Spiritual energy surged as countless figures shot across the sky, converging toward Ten Thousand Demons Mountain in a massive encirclement.

"Stop them!"

The forces from the Domain of Chaos had no choice but to meet them head-on. At this point, there was no retreat.

The two torrents collided in midair, and the world itself seemed to tremble with the impact.

Above, Geng Yan crossed his arms, his cold gaze locked on Lin Langtian, his expression twisted with malice.

"Without the Silver Mist Guards, what can you possibly do now?"

Lin Langtian met his stare. Then, the corner of his mouth slowly lifted into a faint arc. "So we're not using battle intent? Actually… that suits me just fine."

Geng Yan's pupils shrank sharply, his expression contorting with rage.

"So you're still running your mouth at a time like this? You really don't know when to shut up."

As his voice dropped, gray-black demonic light flared around him.

Space behind him rippled as a vast ocean seemed to rise into view, its overwhelming pressure spreading across the heavens.

"Ten Thousand Demons Body!"

With a cold shout, Geng Yan's hands formed seals. His body began to swell at an astonishing rate.

His skin darkened to an iron-like black, and beneath it, demonic markings writhed like black serpents.

In just over ten breaths, Geng Yan had transformed into a towering giant wreathed in gray demonic light.

A frightening surge of raw power spread out. Clearly, he had cultivated a fearsome body-refining divine art.

"I can sense that your blood is thick and powerful. You've clearly trained your body as well," Geng Yan rumbled, his voice now like rolling thunder. "But I'm afraid you're just trying to show off your meager skills before a master craftsman."

"Ten Thousand Demons Body, is it?"

Lin Langtian raised a brow as he stared at Geng Yan's gray-black form. "Then today, let's see which one of us is really the amateur showing off."

He brought his hands together, and brilliant golden light exploded from within him, flaring to its absolute peak as he activated the Dragon Kun Body.

Dragon horns and Kun wings emerged, and a powerful divine beast aura rolled out from his body, sweeping away the pressure Geng Yan had unleashed.

"Oh?"

Geng Yan's gaze sharpened as he stared at Lin Langtian's near-transformed divine beast form.

He had sensed Lin Langtian's vigorous blood energy earlier and knew the man had tempered his body—but he had not expected such terrifying power.

His expression darkened. He stomped fiercely, and his ghostlike figure appeared in front of Lin Langtian, a gigantic palm slamming down toward Lin Langtian's crown.

The whistling wind screamed, the strike as fast as lightning.

Boom!

Yet as swift as he was, Lin Langtian was quicker. Before the palm could reach its full force, a tightly clenched dragon fist smashed into its center, brimming with domineering strength.

The unleashed power shattered the palm strike on the spot.

Swish!

His opening blow thwarted, Geng Yan's expression did not flicker. His leg swept out in a blur, turning into a streak of demonic light that left afterimages in its wake as it drove toward Lin Langtian's chest.

Lin Langtian met him head-on, his leg whipping out like rolling thunder.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Their flurry of blows was so fast that ordinary experts could only see streaks of gold and black crossing paths, while a storm of deafening impacts erupted across the sky.

In barely over ten breaths, the two had exchanged what seemed like hundreds of blows, relying solely on the strength of their bodies.

Each collision was like steel smashing into steel, making the watching crowd's eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

Boom!

Kun wings shredded the air as the two figures crossed again, their fists slamming together with the force of thunder.

The mighty shock burst from their joined fists, blasting both men backward.

Lin Langtian was driven back a hundred steps before he stomped down, steadying himself. With a slight tremor of his arm, his sleeve disintegrated into dust and fluttered away.

Geng Yan retreated only several dozen steps. As a half-step Fourth-Grade Sovereign, he still held a clear advantage in a direct clash of raw strength.

He stared at Lin Langtian with a gloomy expression, faint dissatisfaction flickering in his eyes.

He had gone to all this trouble to strip away battle intent, yet he still hadn't crushed his opponent.

Drawing in a deep breath, Geng Yan's hands flew into another sequence of seals. Demonic energy flooded heaven and earth in rolling waves.

Gray-black light converged rapidly around him, and in just a few breaths, an enormous demonic phantom appeared, enveloping his body.

"Demonic Nightmare Avatar!"

As his low shout rang out, the massive phantom solidified. Its giant demonic hand came together, then suddenly yanked downward.

With a ripping sound, a colossal gray-black demonic whip, thousands of meters long, took shape.

Swish!

With a piercing shriek, the whip tore through the air, ripping the void apart as it lashed toward Lin Langtian like a titanic serpent.

"Demonic Nightmare Whip!"

Seeing Geng Yan unleash his Sovereign Avatar, Lin Langtian's face turned frigid. Black light surged in his eyes, and a dazzling black radiance erupted across the sky.

In an instant, a towering, pitch-black figure appeared above, like a demon god descending. Eight enormous drums of different attributes floated behind it, radiating immense pressure.

This was the Myriad Phenomena Demonic Body.

The avatar's massive palm reached out and seized the Demonic Nightmare Whip, its fingers tightening as it effortlessly neutralized the power transmitted along it. No matter how Geng Yan urged his avatar on, the whip refused to budge.

At the same time, Geng Yan felt a powerful force tearing at the other end of the whip. His face changed. When he saw the demon-god-like silhouette looming behind Lin Langtian, he could not help exclaiming, "What kind of Avatar is that?!"

"It's about time to end this boring fight."

With the Myriad Phenomena Demonic Body fully manifested, Lin Langtian's patience had worn thin. A cold gleam flashed through his eyes.

Behind the avatar, the Flame Drum erupted, unleashing a tide of fire that burned like a miniature sun. The blazing heat made the very sky tremble.

Boom!

The surging flames flowed like molten lava, and the drum's surface shone with blinding light.

The next moment, the Flame Drum hurtled forward with the terrifying might of the Myriad Phenomena Demonic Body, descending upon the Demonic Nightmare Avatar like a falling star.

"Demonic Nightmare Sky-Supporting Hand!"

The crushing power descending from above made Geng Yan's expression change dramatically. He couldn't understand how Lin Langtian could wield such monstrous strength.

But he had no time to think. His hands danced through a rapid series of seals, and the Demonic Nightmare Avatar's giant hands shot upward.

A tide of gray-black light condensed into an enormous demonic hand, so massive it seemed to hold up the heavens themselves.

Bang!

Under countless watching eyes, the Flame Drum crashed down.

The resulting detonation shook heaven and earth alike, the sound hammering at everyone's hearts.

A brutal spiritual storm exploded high above, so fierce that even the chaotic battle below faltered as countless eyes turned upward.

There, the Flame Drum pressed heavily against the Sky-Supporting Demonic Hand. Terrifying power clashed and ground against itself in a seemingly deadlocked stalemate.

Seeing this, Lin Langtian's lips curled into a cold smile. Just as Geng Yan thought he had stopped the attack, Lin Langtian flicked his sleeve. Another piercing whistle split the air.

From behind the Myriad Phenomena Demonic Body, a second drum flew out—this one crackling with a terrifying thunder aura.

The Thunder Drum's intimidating presence was in no way inferior to that of the Flame Drum.

Bang!

The Thunder Drum slammed down. Under the combined impact of the two drums, the Sky-Supporting Demonic Hand that had seemed capable of holding aloft mountains and heavens alike began to crack.

Geng Yan's face turned ashen.

Crack!

A faint cracking sound rang out, and innumerable experts' pupils shrank.

From within the demonic hand, sparks of fire and lightning burst forth.

Then, the flames and thunder exploded.

Boom!

Fire and lightning flooded the sky, descending in a blazing storm as the once-indomitable demonic hand shattered into countless fragments.

Gasps echoed from every direction as the watching experts sucked in sharp breaths.

No one had expected that Geng Yan—despite having a higher cultivation realm—would be utterly crushed in the end.

(END CHAPTER)