Wu Dong Qian Kun, Qingyang Town, Lin Family's clan tournament training grounds
"Earthly Origin First Level! Hahaha, Lin Dong, so what if you've reached this realm? Do you think you can defeat me?"
Lin Family disciple Lin Hong stood on the stage, looking smugly at Lin Dong, whom he had sent reeling to the edge of the arena with a single palm strike. He said disdainfully, "Although you've also practiced the Eight Desolations Palm, that's not how the Eight Desolations Palm is meant to be used."
Lin Dong's face was pale, his eyes filled with unwillingness. He had cultivated so painstakingly, only to fail to make a stunning debut. He could not even defeat Lin Hong before him. How laughable—he had even wanted to take part in Qingyang Town's hunting competition.
Lin Dong stared at Lin Hong and muttered, Do I have to use the Fallen Heart Flame?
As Xiao Han's disciple, although Lin Dong had lost the Stone Talisman, he possessed a Heavenly Flame found only in the Dou Po Plane—the Fallen Heart Flame.
If he used the Fallen Heart Flame, then with the terrifying power of a Heavenly Flame, he could certainly reduce Lin Hong, who was still only in the Body Tempering Realm, to ashes in an instant.
Who was Lin Hong? He was the son of Lin Dong's uncle, a member of the Lin Family, and they shared the same grandfather. This was only the Lin Family's clan tournament; things had clearly not reached the point of life and death.
"Lin Dong, admit defeat. You are no match for me. The gap between us is simply too great. Even if you have reached the Earthly Origin First Level, you are still no match for me." Lin Hong looked at Lin Dong arrogantly.
Was he really going