Overbearing Devouring Power

After blocking Wei Tong's weakened punch, 'Lin Dong' controlled the Life Spirit Talisman within his body, which then wrapped directly around Wei Tong's palm.

Instantly, a domineering Devouring Power erupted from Lin Dong's body, continuously draining the Primal Energy from Wei Tong.

Sensing his Primal Energy being drawn out like a receding tide, Wei Tong immediately panicked.

If this continued, his Primal Energy would be depleted in mere moments. By then, the Lin Family would surely fight desperately to kill him, their opponent who had temporarily lost all ability to resist.

"What kind of sorcery is this?"

Wei Tong roared, simultaneously attempting to mobilize his Primal Energy to resist. Although this slowed the rate of Primal Energy loss, it still couldn't sever this strange power.

'Lin Dong' merely chuckled at his words, slowly uttering two words under Wei Tong's gaze.

"Guess!"

Wei Tong, who had been looking expectant, was instantly choked by this response, his Primal Energy circulation even becoming sluggish.

In that instant, the resistance he had painstakingly built with his Primal Energy was once again shattered by the Devouring Power.

Under the grip of fear, Wei Tong finally remembered that only one of his hands was restrained; the other was still free.

The next moment, Wei Tong swung his free hand, aiming directly for Lin Dong's head.

But before Wei Tong's punch could land, 'Lin Dong' pointed two fingers at the meridians of Wei Tong's palm, causing Wei Tong's arm to instantly lose its strength.

As the pain surged into his heart, Wei Tong saw 'Lin Dong' give him a slight smile, saying with a hint of mockery.

"You finally realized you have two hands?"

Wei Tong was angered by 'Lin Dong's' words, a blockage forming in his chest as his Primal Energy continued to be siphoned away.

However, Wei Tong, who had been a formidable figure in Yan City for years, was a ruthless character. He immediately bit down hard on the tip of his tongue.

The sharp pain instantly cleared Wei Tong's head. He ignored Lin Dong's taunts, circulating his Primal Energy to fiercely resist the strange power draining him, while simultaneously using his free arm to continuously attack Lin Dong.

'Lin Dong's' expression turned serious upon seeing this. The reason he hadn't attacked immediately after restraining one of Wei Tong's hands was to avoid startling him and to absorb more of his Primal Energy beforehand.

Now, after Wei Tong's repeated loss of composure, the amount of Primal Energy absorbed was significant. Even if he reacted now, he would be powerless to resist.

"Bang! Bang!"

Cang Wu, while controlling Lin Dong's body, exchanged blows with Wei Tong, continuously giving Lin Dong pointers in his mind.

"Kid, did you see that clearly? When fighting, you must seize every opening your opponent has. If they don't have one, create one. Understand?"

Lin Dong nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with reverence.

This battle, though not yet over, was already nearing its foregone conclusion. For Lin Dong, it was incredibly enlightening, especially Cang Wu's application of Devouring Power, which opened a new door for him.

This was the first time Lin Dong had realized that such a strange power could be used in this way.

Not only could it absorb the power of an opponent's attack, but it could also be used to close the distance, disrupt the opponent's Primal Energy, and then clash with their Primal Energy.

On the courtyard wall, Wei Tong grew more fearful the longer they fought. This strange power made him lose the will to fight and want to escape, but he was held fast and couldn't flee. Even attempting to sever his own arm to create distance was thwarted.

However, the onlookers below wore strange expressions, watching the two figures on the courtyard wall with great confusion.

Wei Tong's fist was held in Lin Dong's grasp, and then, like children fighting, they simply struck each other with their free hands.

This scene made Lin Xiao and the others look perplexed, but they gradually relaxed, as Lin Dong seemed to have the upper hand.

Meanwhile, the disciples of the Blood Robe Sect began to sense that something was amiss. Not only was it baffling how Sect Master Wei Tong, a cultivator at the Lesser Perfection of the Yuan Dan Realm, could have his punch blocked by Lin Dong's palm, but it was also evident from their exchange that their Sect Master was being suppressed.

"Something seems wrong. The Sect Master is going to lose!"

Suddenly, a Heavenly Yuan Realm expert from the Blood Robe Sect noticed the look of terror on Wei Tong's face and exclaimed.

But before his words could even fall, Wei Tong collapsed as if all his strength had vanished, falling to his knees. The young man then casually kicked him in the chest.

"Bang!"

Wei Tong's body crashed to the ground with a muffled thud. As the dust settled, everyone saw Wei Tong, a massive bloody hole in his chest, lifeless.

"The Sect Master is dead!"

A startled cry instantly shattered everyone's courage. The next moment, all the Blood Robe Sect disciples mounted their horses and fled in all directions.

This cry naturally alerted Lin Xiao and the others. Seeing the Blood Robe Sect members scattering, they knew they had lost the opportunity for a complete annihilation.

In fact, even if they had attacked first, they wouldn't have been able to wipe them all out. Those were elite disciples of the Blood Robe Sect; they wouldn't be so easy to kill. In a real fight, the Lin Family would have suffered heavy losses.

Lin Zhentian's attention was also drawn by the cry. The gaunt old man fighting him seized the opportunity, quickly creating distance and preparing to leap back onto his horse and flee.

Just then, two black streaks suddenly shot towards the old man, aiming for vital points. This forced the old man to twist his body to evade them, but he could only land on the ground.

As soon as he dodged the two black streaks, another two shot at him from behind. It was as if the attacker had anticipated his every move and knew exactly where he would land.

Seeing this, the gaunt old man had no choice but to circulate his Primal Energy and turn to strike behind him.

"Boom!"

After repelling the two black streaks with two consecutive palms, the old man caught sight of a figure flashing before him out of the corner of his eye, and his heart filled with dread.

The next moment, a young man's fair hand, under the old man's terrified gaze, landed on his Dantian.

But to the old man's surprise, no Primal Energy erupted when the young man's palm struck. He let out a sneer.

"Playing tricks, trying to scare me..."

Before he could finish the word "me," the old man's face contorted violently, his eyes bulging.

A domineering Devouring Power erupted from his Dantian, forcibly sucking out his Primal Core.

After the young man withdrew his hand, two black streaks flashed, piercing directly through the old man's throat.