Powerful Spirit Aunt

Bang!

An overwhelming pressure suddenly spread across the ancient, wild land.

A gigantic golden dragon palm seemed to tear through space, slamming down at an astonishing speed upon a figure in the sky radiating a formidable aura.

A deep thud rang out as the figure was sent flying downward in a sorry state. He finally crashed into the ground like a cannonball, leaving behind a bottomless crater thousands of feet wide.

"Cough..."

Within the crater, a battered figure coughed violently. His body was covered in blood, and the blazing firelight that had originally shone around him had now dimmed considerably.

That figure was naturally Lin Langtian, who had challenged Northern Darkness Dragon Kun.

Yet before such a terrifying figure from the past, his challenge truly felt as powerless as an egg striking a rock.

In Lin Langtian's eyes, Northern Darkness Dragon Kun's strength at his peak had definitely not been much weaker than the Ancient Eight Lords. Even though only his will remained now, he was still incomparably powerful.

Although Lin Langtian had broken through to the Samsara Stage, he was still far inferior to an unrivaled expert who had passed the Triple Reincarnation Tribulation at his peak.

"Your strength does not seem quite worthy of your courage."

In the sky, Northern Darkness Dragon Kun, the gold-robed man, sat cross-legged upon a golden stone platform. He calmly looked down at the battered figure below and spoke indifferently.

"If this is all you have, you cannot earn my recognition. You should give up."

Inside the crater, Lin Langtian wiped the blood from his lips and raised his head. His dark eyes burned with fighting spirit as he stared fixedly at Northern Darkness Dragon Kun.

He did not argue with the latter's words. Instead, he suddenly stepped forward, and surging flames erupted