After the Lei Clan representative finished speaking to himself, the Fire Clan took it to heart and couldn't help but look towards the Firmament Hall.
On that day, Lin Heng caused a great disturbance in the Great Sun Region and destroyed the Tianjing Shrine in Heavenly Peace City, which angered Meichuan Qingming, the patriarch of the Great Sun Race, who wanted to personally descend to the mortal realm to kill Lin Heng.
For this matter, Ao Zhantian personally went to see Meichuan Qingming.
That time, Ao Zhantian made a harsh statement and even threatened to take action himself, which finally made Meichuan Qingming change his mind.
This matter has already spread among the top powers in the Ninefold Heaven. Now that the Lei Clan has revealed that Lin Heng has someone backing him, the Fire Clan naturally thinks of the Firmament Hall.
"Ha! They really went to great lengths for a newcomer who just ascended to the Longevity Realm, even offering Heavenly Venerable Origin Treasure Samsara one reincarnation."
The Fire Clan representative gazed at the Firmament Hall with a resentful look.
"If you're not smart enough, at least have some eyesight. You can't even tell that Lin Heng is holding the Killing Sword."
The representative from the Firmament Hall retorted without backing down.
Since they were all at the Ninth-Turn Samsara level, they naturally recognized Gao Moyan and knew that his weapon was the Killing Sword.
Previously, the others hadn't paid much attention, but now, after being reminded by the Firmament Hall, everyone looked at the Killing Sword in Lin Heng's hand again and recognized it at a glance.
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible."
The Fire Clan representative shook his head, denying that the Killing Sword was in Lin Heng's hands. "I just met Gao Moyan a couple of days ago and even fought with him. The Killing Sword is still in Gao Moyan's possession; how could it possibly be in Lin Heng's hands?"
No one refuted the Fire Clan representative's words, but his veto still seemed somewhat weak.
No matter how impossible it may seem, the facts are undeniable: Lin Heng does indeed hold the Killing Sword in his hand.
"Hehe!"
The Lei Clan representative suddenly smiled, "How interesting. Perhaps those above will also be interested in Lin Heng."
The Lei Clan representative made this remark casually.
But to the ears of the representative of the Firmament Hall, it took on a different meaning.
"Our temple master is also very interested in Lin Heng."
The representative from the Firmament Hall simply said one sentence and then said nothing more.
Looking back at the arena, the battle between Lin Heng and Yan Ming continued.
At this moment, Yan Ming was launching the attack on the battlefield, while Lin Heng was only passively defending.
At first glance, it seemed that Yan Ming had the upper hand, but all thirteen representatives could see that this was a sign that Yan Ming was about to lose.
The seemingly one-sided attack was merely an illusion created by Yan Ming's reckless and frantic offensive.
Because his repeated attacks were ineffective, Yan Ming felt extremely embarrassed.
In front of hundreds of sects from the Ninefold Heaven, how could he, a dignified Seventh-Transformation Samsara Realm, be unable to defeat Lin Heng, a mere First-Turn Samsara Realm cultivator? Did he have no pride?
This is what's called the burden of the strong!
After all, Yan Ming had been famous in the Ninefold Heaven for a long time, and with his identity as a member of the Fire Clan, who wouldn't treat him with utmost respect when he traveled through the Ninefold Heaven?
But this sense of superiority also became his biggest obstacle.
Not wanting to embarrass themselves in front of others and be gossiped about, Yan Ming and Lin Heng were locked in a prolonged battle, causing Yan Ming to lose his temper and become irrational.
In the center of the arena, Yan Ming floated in mid-air.
His entire body was engulfed in flames, and from a distance, he looked as majestic as a war god bathed in fire.
With his spear pointing to the sky, countless spear shadows burst forth from the spear tip, transforming into tiny specks of light that crashed down, forming a net of light that enveloped Lin Heng.
The sky was filled with countless spear shadows, but Lin Heng stood still and did not dodge at all. He casually swung his Absolute Killing Sword, blocking most of the attacks.
Even if the remaining light spots formed from the gunshots landed on Lin Heng, they were completely blocked and absorbed by the armor and the eerie light, and could not cause any substantial damage to Lin Heng at all.
This was also a miscalculation on Yan Ming's part.
Seeing that the previous close-quarters combat had failed to harm Lin Heng, they decided to use endless attacks to wage a war of attrition against Lin Heng.
Little did he know, his attacks not only failed to harm Lin Heng, but the energy absorbed by the Power of the Void was transformed and used to enhance Lin Heng's strength.
With this ebb and flow, Yan Ming's momentum grew weaker and weaker.
In contrast, Lin Heng's aura was much stronger than at the start of the battle.
After being bombarded by a barrage of gunfire, Yan Ming, who was in the air, looked at Lin Heng again, and was particularly puzzled by the increasingly powerful aura he felt from the other party.
This is the first time I've ever seen someone get stronger as they fight.
Knowing that he couldn't continue like this, he would not only lose face, but he also couldn't withstand such a drain on his resources.
At one moment, a fierce glint flashed in Yan Ming's eyes. He gathered all his strength into the flaming spear in his hand, seemingly preparing to settle things once and for all with Lin Heng.
Lin Heng was not surprised but delighted to see this!
Based on their previous exchanges, Lin Heng had already reached a conclusion.
He was fully capable of withstanding all attacks from Seventh-Turn Samsara expert, and even attacks from Eighth-Turn Samsara expert could only cause him limited damage.
In this situation, since the opponent's full-force attack cannot harm oneself.
Of course, the stronger the attack, the more you absorb.
Yan Ming's attack, imbued with all his energy, was undoubtedly the best tonic.
Once Yan Ming's attack is received, the battle can be declared over.
Lin Heng's lips curled into a slight smile as he began the countdown to Yan Ming's death.
The Fire Clan representative noticed the subtle change in Lin Heng's expression.
Although it was unclear why Lin Heng could still laugh in the face of Yan Ming's overwhelming attack, the fact that he could laugh proved that Lin Heng didn't take Yan Ming's next attack seriously at all.
The Fire Clan representative was well aware that a strike that combined all their energy was a huge gamble.
You either kill the other person, or if you can't, you'll only have to wait to be killed.
" Yan Ming, stop!"
The Fire Clan representative suddenly stood up and shouted at Yan Ming in the air.
Yan Ming, who was about to launch an attack, paused and turned his head to look at the Fire Clan representative below.
The Fire Clan representative then turned to Lin Heng: "We concede defeat in this contest. We will honor our promise to give you the territory and Origin Vein after the contest concludes. I will send someone to deliver the terms to you."
Lin Heng was taken aback. Had he admitted defeat?
Looking at Yan Ming in the air, such a tonic was right in front of him, but now it had flown away like a cooked duck.
Lin Heng sighed inwardly. Since the other party had voluntarily admitted defeat, he couldn't very well continue fighting, could he?
But just as Lin Heng was about to agree, Yan Ming objected.
"Second Uncle, I can beat him. I refuse to believe Lin Heng can withstand this attack from me."
Yan Ming roared angrily, and before the Fire Clan representative could speak, he once again swung his spear and attacked Lin Heng.
" Flame Dragon Break!"
Yan Ming's roar resounded through the heavens, and his full-force attack from the Seventh-Turn Samsara caused the space in the center of the arena to tremble slightly.
Upon seeing this, Lin Heng raised his eyebrows and a look of delight appeared on his face.
Unexpectedly, after the cooked duck flew away, it actually flew back into its own mouth on its own...