He leaned against a broken stone pillar, knocked off the clay seal, and tipped his head back for a long swig.
The potent liquor slid down his throat, turning into a stream of pure fire-attribute spiritual energy that spread through his body.
"Brother Lin."
Xiao Yan wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and looked curiously at Lin Dong, who sat cross-legged opposite him.
"I heard your Martial Realm has been having some friction with those fellows from the Western Heaven Continent lately?"
Lin Dong caught the wine jar and did not decline.
He took a sip, a faint, cold smile appearing on his stern face.
"That Western Heaven War Emperor has been reaching too far."
Lin Dong toyed with the wine jar in his hand, his tone carrying an unquestionable air of dominance.
"He took a fancy to a spiritual vein along my Martial Realm's border and sent people to harass us several times."
"A while ago, I went to the Western Heaven Continent myself and sparred with him for a hundred or so exchanges."
Xiao Yan's eyes immediately lit up at that.
"Oh? How did it turn out?"
Lin Dong replied mildly.
"Nothing much."
"I just smashed more than half the entrance to his Western Heaven Battle Hall."
"In the end, he hid inside his hall and refused to come out, backed down, and settled things with an apology and compensation."
Those few casual remarks came from Lin Dong's mouth as though he had simply gone to the next village to pick a fight.
Yet the higher-ups of the Douluo Continent who had been listening in all felt towering waves surge through their hearts.
The Western Heaven Continent!
The Western Heaven War Emperor!
The title alone made it clear that he was someone on the same