You're Too Weak

"Gurgle!"

A clear sound of swallowing saliva could be heard.

"Damn it, is he going to kill me with one punch? If he does, he'll probably knock the shit out of my head."

When Lin Dong's gaze fell upon Huangpu Ying, he felt as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast, and he had an urge to turn around and run away.

As an assassin, he was incredibly thin-skinned.

"I said, are you Huangpu Ying from the Huangpu Family?"

The hesitation of the blurry figure displeased Lin Dong. He frowned slightly, took the High-grade Spirit Treasure dagger from Huangpu Ying's hand, and casually crumpled it into a lump of scrap metal before throwing it on the ground.

"Uh, yes, yes, Lord Lin Dong, I am Huangpu Ying. Do we know each other?"

Witnessing this scene, Huangpu Ying felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly nodded, hoping to perhaps build some rapport.

"Boom!!!"

Huangpu Ying felt a blur before his eyes, a sense of weightlessness washed over him, and he was suddenly thrown out by an indescribable force, instantly shoved into the wall.

"Hey, you know her? Of course we know each other. I heard that you harassed my wife maliciously when she was in the Huangpu Clan. If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll think I, Lin Dong, am made of clay."

Lin Dong glanced at the huge human-shaped indentation on the inner wall of the hall, smiled coldly, and then turned and left without looking back.

"But I don't even know who your wife is, okay?!"

Huangpu Ying was filled with shame and indignation, and struggled to climb out of the crater.

"My wife is Ling Qingzhu."

The next second, a pale fist grew larger and larger in Huangpu Ying's eyes, shoving it deeper into the wall.

"Ling Qingzhu?"

Upon hearing this, Huangpu Ying's vision went black, and he instantly fainted.

"Da da da!"

The figure gradually moved away and soon disappeared into the narrow passageway.

The Fourth Hall, the Fifth Hall, the Sixth Hall...

Lin Dong swept through the competition with unstoppable momentum, never wasting more than three minutes in any battle, which drew the attention of the leaders of the various forces of the Great Yan Dynasty who were watching from the outside.

The Eighth Hall.

"This should be the last match, right?"

Lin Dong smiled to himself and casually pushed open the thick door of the ancient hall.

"Lin Dong, I never expected that my opponent in the last round would be you. I thought that my Wang Clan would definitely get this spot."

Inside the main hall, the Golden-robed figure who had been sitting cross-legged rose with a solemn expression.

"Wang Zhong? You must be Wang Yan's older brother, right? You're at the peak of the Creation Stage Great Accomplishment, which is a bit stronger than your good-for-nothing younger brother."

Lin Dong glanced at the Golden-robed figure and nodded casually.

"Lin Dong, don't think that just because you were able to defeat Lin Langtian, Creation Stage Peak, you can insult me at will! I, Wang Zhong, cannot be humiliated!!!"

Wang Zhong clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at Lin Dong.

"Then show me your unyielding strength."

The handsome young man stood with his arms crossed, looking relaxed, clearly not taking him seriously.

"Damn it! When have I, Wang Zhong, ever suffered such humiliation?! Die!!"

With his breath coming in short gasps, Wang Zhong pressed his hands down into the void, and his powerful Origin Energy immediately condensed into two square Golden Platform, which roared down like mountains.

"It's about time. This childish game should end now."

Lin Dong smiled slightly, his lips moving slightly. "Great Sun Thunder Body!"

"Buzz! Boom!"

A sun suddenly appeared in the hall, radiating an extremely dazzling and rich golden light. The golden light was all-pervasive, spreading to every corner of the hall. First, it crushed the two Golden Platform, and then it savagely rushed towards the Wang Zhong, who was stunned into silence.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the ground shook violently, and this peak-level Peak Expert of the Creation Stage Great Accomplishment was swept away by a golden light and pressed firmly onto the cold floor of the main hall.

"You, no, you all, you are all too weak."

With Youyou sigh, endless golden light vanished from the hall along with the imposing figure.

"Puff!"

Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, Wang Zhong vomited a mouthful of blood and fainted completely.

Before he could even use his most proficient spear technique, his Earth-grade Spirit Treasure, the Blood Demon Asura Spear, the battle was already over. Lin Dong didn't even give him a second glance.

Because he is too weak!

"Boom!"

One of the five gates at the exit of the ancient palace complex was finally opened, and it was the first passage through which someone walked out.

"Da da da!"

Amidst a multitude of complex and conflicting gazes, a handsome young man dressed in black strolled out with a calm demeanor, as if he had just returned from an outing.

"Clan Patriarch Lin Fan, Lin Dong has lived up to expectations!"

Lin Dong stopped and bowed to Lin Fan, who was staring in disbelief.

"Good, good, good! Lin Dong, you are the greatest pride of my Lin Clan."

As if waking from a dream, Lin Fan excitedly helped Lin Dong up, patting his shoulder repeatedly and encouraging him in a low voice.

Heaven has shown mercy. In recent dynasty Seed Selection Competition, the Lin Clan has not only failed to have any members fortunate enough to join Super Sect, but has not even been able to secure a single spot in the selection competition. After several consecutive years of fruitless efforts, they can finally breathe a sigh of relief today.

"You little beast, how dare you hurt my son like this! I'll kill you!!"

Just as Lin Dong turned his back to everyone and was announcing the good news to Lin Fan, a Nirvana Stage expert who had lost his mind took the opportunity to launch a surprise attack on him.

Wang Zhong Lei, the Patriarch of the Wang Clan and father of Wang Yan Zhong and Wang Lei Nirvana Stage expert!

"You old scoundrel, how dare you!"

Startled, Lin Fan blushed and hurriedly tried to push Lin Dong away to retaliate.

"Wang Lei, stop right now!"

Emperor Mo Jingtian of the Great Yan also suddenly changed his expression and rushed over.

No one has ever dared to break the rules set by the royal family and attack the winner of the Seed Selection Competition. He is courting death!

"Hey, that old dog really did try to take action against me after all."

With his back to everyone, Lin Dong revealed a mocking smile. Without even looking, he threw a punch with lightning speed. The powerful Origin Energy condensed into the shape of a dragon and an elephant under his fist, and the sounds of dragon roars and elephant bellows echoed faintly.

"Dragon Elephant Overlord Fist!"

As the soft murmur rang out, the enormous dragon and elephant form, imbued with the subjugation of all beasts, charged out with extreme ferocity.

Dragon Elephant Overlord Fist, Eighth-grade Peak Martial Art, is one of the High-grade Martial Art of the Lin Clan's Inner Clan. It is forbidden for non- Inner Clan members to practice it!

"All resistance is futile, die, you little beast!!!"

Seeing this, Wang Lei let out a sinister laugh, and his fist, which was surrounded by a dense aura of Origin Energy, suddenly accelerated and rushed forward with a ferocious momentum. The two fists collided with a loud bang.

A martial artist at the Creation Stage dares to challenge Nirvana Stage expert? He's practically courting death!

"Boom!"

The next second, Wang Lei's smile froze. He felt an indescribable force rushing up his arm and into his body, violently destroying his meridians and cells.

"What? That's...?"

Wang Lei's pupils suddenly contracted, but before he could reply, the hidden energy that had invaded his body erupted in full.

"Puff!"

Struck by a heavy blow, his body flew backward like a rag doll, and crimson blood instantly stained his chest.