Battle Against Yuan Cang

As Lin Langtian decisively defeated Xia Yan, thunderous cheers echoed across the mountaintop.

Even many eyes on the nearby towering peaks were drawn to it, casting their gazes from afar.

"As expected of the Senior Brother, he defeated that Gold Division Spirit General so easily. Xia Yan's strength is among the top even among the eight Spirit General."

A look of surprise flashed in Song Yun's eyes as he gazed at the tall, slender Figure in Green Robes on the stage and laughed loudly.

"Haha, our Senior Brother is known as the Little Flame King. His strength has long surpassed the Spirit General level," Pang Lie exclaimed.

"The Body Refining Martial Arts that Senior Brother has cultivated are truly formidable. The last time I saw him use them, they weren't this powerful. It seems that Senior Brother's mastery of those Body Refining Martial Arts has deepened even further in recent times," Su Qi said with a smile.

"I wonder if Senior Brother can defeat Little Yuan King next. With Senior Brother's talent, if he can continue to cultivate in the Yuan Sect for two more years, he may indeed be the number one among the younger generation, and even the Three Young Kings can be left behind."

"However, my Senior Brother has only been with the Yuan Sect for a year now, and his foundation is probably still somewhat lacking..." Song Yun suddenly whispered, as if thinking of something.

Upon hearing this, a somber expression appeared on the faces of Pang Lie and the others.

Currently, they and Lin Langtian are all on the same side. If Yuan Cang defeats Lin Langtian and gains the right to command disciples in the Sect Tournament, then as members of Lin Langtian's faction, they will inevitably be used as cannon fodder in the upcoming sect competition.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother will definitely win."

Mo Tie and Liu Yuan and the others beside him suddenly laughed. Ever since the Ancient Battlefield, they had followed Lin Langtian and witnessed countless miracles along the way.

They believed that Lin Langtian would create another miracle this time.

Yuan Cang, dressed in blue, stared intently at the arena. His usually calm eyes now held a sharp intensity.

His gaze was fixed on Lin Langtian, and he sensed a faint sense of danger emanating from that figure.

"This guy is really mysterious. But no matter what methods you have, the top spot in the Division Trial can only fall into the hands of my Three Young Kings. This is the rule that has been in place since the establishment of my Yuan Sect."

Yuan Cang chuckled coldly to himself, then lowered his gaze and closed his eyes tightly.

He did not deny Lin Langtian's excellence, but as the Sect Leader's personal disciple, if he allowed the top spot in the Division Trial to be taken by the disciples of the Eight Divisions, then not only him, but also the prestige of the Three Grand Masters would be damaged.

The thunderous cheers still echoed in the sky. At this moment, a steward swept over again, his eyes filled with surprise as he glanced at Lin Langtian, who had already retreated from his Half-Flame Armor state, and then looked at Xia Yan, who had fallen out of the arena and was no longer able to fight. He then hurriedly announced loudly.

Lin Langtian has won this match!

As soon as he finished his announcement, the already boiling cheers intensified even more, especially among the Fire Division disciples belonging to Lin Langtian's faction, whose faces were flushed with excitement.

Compared to the excitement of the Fire Division disciples, the Gold Division disciples looked rather somber, but they had nothing to say. After all, Lin Langtian was known as the Little Flame King, so losing this competition was not unjust.

Xia Yan, sitting below the stage, looked pale. He looked at Lin Langtian on the stage with a look of fear on his face. Then he lowered his head in dejection and let two disciples from the Gold Division rush over and help him back.

After this battle, he unconsciously developed a deep-seated fear of Lin Langtian, and if nothing unexpected happened, this fear would probably accompany him for the rest of his life.

The excitement sparked by the fierce battle between Lin Langtian and Xia Yan gradually subsided after a while.

In the following period, several more matches began. These were all the Personal Disciple Grand Disciple and Spirit General of the Eight Divisions, and their strength was quite considerable. Although they were much weaker than the previous match between Lin Langtian and Xia Yan, the mountaintop was still filled with noise.

Moreover, although there were exciting matches on the field, many disciples' gazes were involuntarily drawn to the direction where Lin Langtian and Yuan Cang were.

Time passed slowly in this somewhat eerie atmosphere, and the matches in the arena came to an end one by one.

Later on, even the disciples who were competing helplessly shrugged, exchanged glances, and simply left the arena. It seemed they all knew exactly what the crowd wanted to see, and they shared the same mindset.

The news seemed to spread very quickly, so later, disciples from the surrounding mountains also flocked to the mountaintop, eventually crowding the area around it.

An eerie atmosphere enveloped the mountaintop, while Yuan Cang remained seated with his eyes closed. Lin Langtian, on the other hand, appeared calm and composed, leaving everyone wondering who would ultimately emerge victorious in this competition.

As time passed, a deacon finally emerged from the crowd of gazes and landed on one of the platforms.

With a slightly complicated look in his eyes, he looked at the two most eye-catching figures on the mountaintop. The deacon's low shout then resounded throughout the mountaintop.

"The next match will be between Lin Langtian, the Fire Division Spirit General, and Yuan Cang, the Little Yuan King Yuan Cang!"

As the deacon's low shout faded, surprisingly, there were no eager cheers from the mountaintop. Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed intently on the two figures.

Because the upcoming competition will be the most elite clash among the disciples of their Yuan Sect.

Under the convergence of countless gazes, Yuan Cang finally slowly opened his tightly closed eyes.

Yuan Cang still wore a faint, confident smile, showing little emotional fluctuation. He stood up, moved swiftly, and appeared directly on the stage. Then, his seemingly all-powerful eyes looked at Lin Langtian outside the arena.

As he moved, he seemed to become the center of attention, instantly drawing everyone's gaze. The eyes of everyone in the room followed his movements.

Even Ren Yuanzi, who had kept his eyes tightly closed, slowly opened them, as if he had developed an interest in the upcoming competition.

As Yuan Cang stepped onto the dueling platform, all eyes in the arena shifted once more, turning to the other protagonist of the competition, Lin Langtian ...

Feeling the many eager gazes around him, Lin Langtian's expression did not change much. He looked at Yuan Cang, who was looking down at him, smiled faintly, and then moved, also under the convergence of many eyes, and rushed into the arena.

On the arena, two figures faced each other, their gazes clashing, sparks seemingly flying between them. Even before they made a move, the surrounding energy already showed signs of boiling.

At this moment, this stage undoubtedly became the most eye-catching focus of the entire audience. Even the high-ranking members of the Yuan Sect on the high platform unconsciously tensed up slightly.

"I never expected that a mere newcomer could reach this level. Lin Langtian is truly a prodigy."

Sensing the evenly matched confrontation between Lin Langtian and Yuan Cang, Ling Zhen, the Little Spirit King in the audience, had to admit that among the Yuan Sect members, only Lin Langtian could rival Yuan Cang.

Thinking of this, Ling Zhen's expression gradually darkened. In the Yuan Sect, the Three Young Kings had always been the most outstanding among all the disciples. Unexpectedly, when it came to their turn, they were challenged by a disciple from the Eight Divisions.

"I always felt that this boy was wicked. If we let him grow too powerful, I'm afraid he will become a threat to my Yuan Sect one day!" Lei Qian's eyes were also full of resentment.

"There's no need to be too nervous. Although Lin Langtian has considerable talent, he's far from being invincible. Besides, our leader still has Spirit Seal within him. No matter how much that kid tries to cause trouble today, he'll only end up losing!" Ling Zhen sneered.

"That's true. When the boss takes action, success is sure to follow. Once the boss gains command of the Sect Tournament, he can order Lin Langtian to lead the charge and fight for us, risking his life to save us from the fire."

And if this guy dares to resist, hehe, then we'll use the sect rules as an excuse to kill him on the spot!

A murderous glint flashed in Lei Qian's eyes. Lin Langtian's current potential was quite terrifying. If he were allowed to grow unchecked, even Yuan Cang might not be able to suppress him in a few years.

At that time, will the disciples of the Yuan Sect in this year's class listen to Lin Langtian or to the Yuan Gate Three Young Kings?

"We can't let them go," Ling Zhen murmured, her eyes slightly narrowed.

"Our showdown has finally arrived."

On the spacious stage where everyone was focused, Yuan Cang looked calmly at Lin Langtian in front of him and said indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Lin Langtian said noncommittally, "I'm not that looking forward to it. After all, no matter what, there will only be one outcome, and that is that I will win."

"Hehe, perhaps it's not up to you to make that decision."

Yuan Cang smiled faintly, but his eyes flashed with a sharp glint. Then he slowly stepped forward, and an aura several times more powerful than Lei Qian's that day, like a flood, slowly swept out from his body.

This aura far surpassed the Nirvana Stage level, reaching the Life Profound Stage!

"The Life Profound Stage..."

Sensing the aura emanating from Yuan Cang, not only were all the disciples shocked, but even some high-ranking figures showed solemn expressions in their eyes.

After all, in terms of cultivation level alone, Yuan Cang is not much different from them.

As expected of the most outstanding disciple of the Yuan Sect and even the Eastern Xuan Region, Yuan Cang's strength is indeed exceptionally powerful!

"Junior Brother Lin, if you lose this competition, how about you join my ranks? I admire your talent, and if I ever gain power in the sect, I will definitely rely on you as my right-hand man."

A fierce aura condensed into pressure, enveloping Lin Langtian, and then Yuan Cang spoke with domineering confidence and a light laugh.

Although Lin Langtian was constantly challenging his authority as the Three Young Kings, as the superior, Yuan Cang clearly had a certain magnanimity, whether it was an act or a show. After realizing that Lin Langtian's talent was already slightly inferior to his own, he had some intention to win him over.

Seeing this, even the Ren Yuanzi on the high platform stroked his beard and nodded in satisfaction.

As the direct disciples of the Three Grand Masters, the Three Young Kings were almost regarded as heirs. As the future successors of the Yuan Sect, they not only needed to be powerful, but also had to be shrewd.

Lin Langtian such a talented person. If he were to be driven away or destroyed out of jealousy, it would undoubtedly be a huge loss to the Yuan Sect. However, if Yuan Cang could bring him under his command, it would undoubtedly be of great benefit to the Yuan Sect.

Upon hearing Yuan Cang's words, Lin Langtian frowned slightly, a hint of disdain appearing in his eyes.

This guy actually wants to be his own boss, what a boastful attitude.

"If Senior Brother Yuan loses to me later, how about joining my ranks? I won't treat Senior Brother Yuan unfairly," Lin Langtian said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience fell silent. Everyone gasped and stared at Lin Langtian in disbelief.

That was a truly ruthless counterattack!

"I really underestimated your confidence."

Upon hearing this, a gloomy look immediately appeared on Yuan Cang's face. He slowly clenched his hands, and his deep voice, filled with icy coldness, echoed throughout the world.

Since Lin Langtian is so shameless, then don't blame him for disregarding the bonds between fellow disciples.

Hearing the cold laughter coming from the sky, Lin Langtian slowly raised his head, and a cold mockery slowly rose on his handsome face.

"Whether someone's tone is arrogant or not, we'll only know after comparing them..."

A soft laugh came from Lin Langtian's mouth, and then his hands suddenly formed a hand seal.

The next instant, Lin Langtian smiled slightly. As the Flame Furnace in his Dantian rapidly circulated, his upper body, which was covered by clothes, showed clearly defined lines. Although there were no bulging muscles, when the flesh vibrated, it contained an extremely explosive and terrifying power.

In particular, Lin Langtian's skin at this moment had a faint blackish-red color, and the firelight flowed around it, giving it a sense of abundant power.

"Boom!"

Flames surged, seemingly on Lin Langtian's skin. The next moment, these flames transformed into streaks of black and crimson armor. Soon, a set of extremely well-fitting Black-Crimson Flame Armor appeared around Lin Langtian!

Encased in this Black-Crimson Flame Armor, Lin Langtian now resembled a war god general, exuding unparalleled domineering aura!

The next moment, Lin Langtian's footsteps landed on the ground. They were not loud, but what was shocking was that the ground trembled as Lin Langtian landed.

Clearly, every move Lin Langtian made at this moment was filled with terrifying power, like Mount Tai pressing down on him!

"Call."

Sensing the two overwhelming auras in the arena, countless people in this world breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts pounding. The scene before them made them realize...

The true clash of titans is about to begin!