Chapter 653: United Against the Four Kings
Boom!
High in the sky, terrifying magma and demonic qi violently collided, and in that earth‑shattering clash, two figures were blasted backward.
Thanks to Flame Master's interception, Four Kings Hall's sneak attack on Ying Huanhuan ended in failure.
"You Otherworldly Demons really are as fond of sneak attacks as ever," Flame Master looked at Four Kings Hall and sneered with open disdain.
"Flame Master, don't get too pleased with yourself. In the last Great World War, you only narrowly won because Symbol Ancestor burned his Samsara. This time, without Symbol Ancestor, do you truly think you can win a second Great World War?" Four Kings Hall said coldly.
Flame Master folded his arms, smiling faintly. "Thunder Master has already awakened. He's scouring the world for you right now, so you'd best find a good hiding place. If he finds you, you won't be getting away so easily."
Four Kings Hall's pupils contracted slightly, but he snorted. "Thunder Master? So what if he's awake? With just one Ancient Master, you still won't be able to do anything to us!"
"Is that so?" Flame Master replied noncommittally.
Four Kings Hall snorted again, then his gaze slid toward Lin Langtian. His eyes flickered as he said, "I can overlook the Ice Master for now, but this brat killed two of my Abyssal Prison's Otherworldly Demon Kings. Hand him over, and this king will let the matter rest—for the time being."
"Oh? He killed two of your Abyssal Prison's Demon Kings?" Flame Master was taken aback, then looked at Lin Langtian with some surprise. He had not expected someone so young to inflict such a heavy loss on Abyssal Prison.
After all, even within Abyssal Prison, king‑ranked Otherworldly Demons were top‑tier combat power.
At the same time, as Lin Langtian sensed Flame Master's gaze, he paused, then smiled slightly and cupped his fists in greeting, his expression calm.
"What an interesting fellow…"
Seeing Lin Langtian remain so composed even under Four Kings Hall's threats, Flame Master muttered with keen interest. Then he turned to Four Kings Hall and said with a faint smile,
"Originally, I wasn't familiar with him. But since he's killed two of your Abyssal Prison's Demon Kings, that means I'll have to step in to protect him."
"So Flame Master intends to make this difficult," Four Kings Hall growled.
"If you want to fight, then fight. What's the point in all this useless bluster?" Flame Master snorted disdainfully.
"In that case, let's see whether you can truly protect this brat!" As soon as his words fell, Four Kings Hall flicked his sleeve. Terrifying demonic qi surged forth, condensing into a massive demonic cloud in the sky.
The dense demonic clouds swept across the heavens, occupying the entire sky. Only the area where the main Anti‑Yuan Alliance force stood was not yet engulfed.
At that moment, Ying Xuanzhi, Ling Qingzhu, the Little Marten, and many other experts stared grimly at the scene before them, their bodies retreating.
Within that demonic cloud, four fearsome demonic auras could be felt. Each was no weaker than the Three Great Heads of Yuan Gate from before.
Clearly, those four auras all belonged to king‑ranked Otherworldly Demons at the Samsara level.
Under the oppressive might of the four terrifying auras atop the demonic sea, even the yuan power within the bodies of Ying Xuanzhi and the others circulated more slowly.
Four Demon Kings. Such a line‑up was utterly beyond their capability to handle.
"Finish them. Leave no one alive."
By now, Four Kings Hall had arrived at the center of the demonic clouds. Looking down coldly at the many experts below, he waved his hand and spoke in an indifferent voice.
The four Demon Kings nodded at his words. Without a single extra syllable, they flicked their fingers and four streaks of demonic light shot out.
Swoosh!
The demonic lights howled forth, ripping through the void in an instant. Dozens of Anti‑Yuan Alliance experts had no time to evade. Their bodies simply erupted into blood mist with a bang, and even their Yuan Spirits were obliterated before they could escape.
"Scum!"
Ying Xuanzhi and the others clenched their fists tightly at the sight.
A cruel light flashed in the four Demon Kings' eyes. With a chilling snicker, they swept their sleeves again, and four more streaks of demonic light tore forth.
"Zhou Tong, Little Brother Dong, Qingzhu—let's move!"
Seeing this, Lin Langtian's expression darkened as he let out a shout. At this moment, the only ones who could barely contend with the four Demon Kings were the four of them. Anyone else who came close would die on contact.
The other three nodded without hesitation.
The four shot forward almost simultaneously, vast yuan power surging out. Within that yuan power was the faint scent of Samsara, as if all four of them had pushed their strength to its absolute limit.
The demonic lights tore down from the sky, exploding before the four with a thunderous roar. Terrifying demonic waves swept out in all directions. As the space shattered, the four figures were slammed backwards, stumbling through the air.
Lin Langtian and the others barely managed to steady themselves, each of them coughing up a muffled groan. Their blood and qi churned violently, and their expressions grew increasingly grave.
"These are… Demon Kings who have endured a first Samsara Tribulation!?" Lin Langtian's face was extremely dark as he spoke.
In his perception, two of the four Demon Kings had actually gone through a first Samsara Tribulation.
Within the Samsara stage, there were three Samsara Tribulations. Each one endured marked a complete transformation from the last.
The Illusion King of Heaven, the Illusion King of Earth, and the Three Great Heads of Yuan Gate that Lin Langtian had faced earlier had only barely reached the ordinary Samsara level. Yet among these four Demon Kings, two had already surpassed that, having passed through the first Samsara Tribulation.
"Hahaha, you've merely brushed the surface of Samsara and you dare to contend with this king and the others? You really don't know how to write the word 'death.'"
The four Demon Kings threw back their heads and laughed, their voices filled with scorn. In the next moment, vicious light flashed in their eyes as the billowing demonic clouds turned into four towering demonic palms that descended toward the Anti‑Yuan Alliance like the sky itself collapsing.
The four palms filled every inch of sky above. As everyone lifted their heads, all they could see reflected in their eyes were the rolling demonic palms. That horrifying power made it impossible for them to muster even the slightest will to resist.
Boom!
Just then, magma and flame surged outward, forming a dome of molten rock above Lin Langtian and the others. The molten shield flickered with blazing light and radiated an intense heat.
Bang!
The demonic palms slammed down onto the tangible magma shield. Blinding light erupted like multiple suns rising at once.
Wave after wave of terrifying energy swept out wildly, yet because the molten shield was Flame Master's work, even in his clone state, the four Demon Kings still could not break through it in an instant.
"Hmph."
Up above, at the center of the demonic clouds, Four Kings Hall snorted coldly, and the four Demon Kings' faces grew unsightly.
"Flame Master, your opponent is this king!"
As his voice rang out, Four Kings Hall stomped lightly. The demonic clouds covering the world crazily surged toward him, condensing within a few breaths into a pitch‑black demonic orb no larger than his palm.
"Go."
With a cold laugh, he flicked his finger. The demonic orb tore through the void and lightly tapped against the molten shield.
Bang!
At the instant of contact, a moment passed—and the magma dome protecting Lin Langtian and the others suddenly exploded into fragments. Below, countless people spat blood on the spot.
"Abyssal Prison really has gone all out this time…" With his shield shattered, Flame Master's expression darkened. A flash of killing intent glinted in his eyes as he stared at Four Kings Hall.
"Hmph, this king already said: hand over Lin Langtian and the matter ends. But you, Flame Master, refused to give this king any face." A sinister smile curled across Four Kings Hall's pale face.
"This king will say it one more time: hand over Lin Langtian, and this king will withdraw."
"In that case, allow me to experience your strength for myself, Four Kings Hall," Flame Master replied with a cold laugh.
With his temperament, he would never accept threats from anyone, much less from his most hated enemies, the Otherworldly Demons.
A moment later, Flame Master's body began to blur. Firelight converged beside him, and a second, identical figure appeared at his side.
This new figure was completely identical to Flame Master in both appearance and bearing, differing only in that its aura was slightly weaker.
"This is my flame avatar. Though it's not on par with this specially condensed clone of mine, it's barely enough to hold off a Demon King who has passed one Samsara Tribulation. The remaining three Demon Kings will be up to you."
Flame Master glanced at Ying Huanhuan, Lin Langtian, and the others as he spoke.
He still had to handle Four Kings Hall, and condensing even this one avatar was already pushing his limits. If he attempted to split further, he might not even be a match for Four Kings Hall, in which case the situation would only become more dire.
"Don't worry, Flame Master. Leave the remaining three Demon Kings to us," Lin Langtian said, taking a step forward and cupping his fists.
Although the three Demon Kings were still extremely troublesome, with Flame Master holding back one of them, the desperate danger facing Lin Langtian's side was at least somewhat alleviated.
Flame Master looked deeply at Lin Langtian. He did not know what methods Lin Langtian had used to slay two Demon Kings before, but among the three still remaining, one had also passed a Samsara Tribulation.
With Lin Langtian and the others' current strength, even Flame Master was unsure whether they could stop that one.
However, by now, there was no other choice. Flame Master could only nod slightly and say solemnly, "If you cannot hold them back, just endure as long as you can. I'll finish off Four Kings Hall and come to help you as soon as possible."
With that, Flame Master leaped into the sky, charging straight at Four Kings Hall. Molten rock and sinister demonic qi clashed again and again in mid‑air, producing thunderous roars.
Both of them were experts who had endured three Samsara Tribulations. Even though both current bodies were only clones, the terrifying might they radiated far surpassed that of ordinary Samsara experts.
"Four Kings, hear my command—slaughter every living being here for this king!"
As the two titans battled, an icy voice suddenly thundered across the heavens. It was, of course, Four Kings Hall.
"Yes!"
The four Demon Kings answered in unison, their voices harsh. All four stepped forward, looking down at Lin Langtian and the others with undisguised contempt, as though gazing at a group of lowly ants.
"Heavenly Demon Void Finger!"
The four Demon Kings bent their fingers together, their surging demonic qi flooding into their fingertips until the tips turned ink‑black and bottomless. Each tiny tremor of their fingers tore rifts in the surrounding space.
Swoosh!
Four black beams, each no thicker than an arm, erupted from their fingertips. Wherever they passed, the sky itself was forcibly ripped open, an incomparably terrifying destructive force spreading out in their wake.
"Hmph. If you want to touch them, you'll have to get through me first."
Flame Master's avatar snorted coldly at the vicious strike. His hands formed seal after seal, and his already crimson eyes grew crystal‑clear, like streams of molten lava flowing within.
Boom!
Terrifying flames burst forth and soared into the sky. A clear, ringing cry echoed within the inferno.
Lin Langtian and the others watched as the surging fire coalesced into a colossal flaming bird thousands of zhang across above Flame Master's avatar.
A dreadful power emanated from the blazing giant bird.
That single bird alone was likely enough to contend with a powerful expert who had passed one Samsara Tribulation.
Even Lin Langtian was deeply shaken at the sight. This was merely an avatar of a clone, yet it possessed such fearsome might. At his peak, Flame Master truly deserved his fame as a super‑expert who had endured three Samsara Tribulations.
The flaming giant bird flapped its wings and shot forward, carrying an overwhelming aura as it crashed head‑on into the four arm‑thick black beams.
Bang!
Boundless flames swept across the heavens like a storm, their sheer ferocity leaving the countless Anti‑Yuan Alliance experts below wide‑eyed with terror.
Shockwaves from the ferocious clashes continued to explode through the skies. Flame Master's avatar‑controlled flaming bird repeatedly collided with the billowing demonic qi.
Below, many of Yuan Gate's towering buildings were reduced to nothing under the energy ripples cascading down from above.
Lin Langtian stared at the increasingly intense battle, his eyes narrowing slightly. With his exceptional spiritual perception, he could faintly sense that Flame Master's avatar was gradually shifting from a stalemate toward a disadvantage.
After all, though it could handle a single Demon King who had passed one Samsara Tribulation, facing four Demon Kings at once was too much, even for it.
With that realization, Lin Langtian raised his head and happened to meet Lin Dong's gaze.
"Brother Langtian, if Little Flame, Little Marten, and I work together, we can handle one ordinary Demon King," Lin Dong said, his lips pressed together.
Having recently accepted the Devouring Master's inheritance, his strength had soared. With the combined power of Little Flame and the Little Marten, they could just barely contend with one ordinary Demon King.
"I can handle one Demon King as well," Ying Huanhuan added firmly before Lin Dong's words had fully faded.
Lin Langtian hesitated. Ying Huanhuan was the Ice Master's reincarnation; if anything happened to her, Lin Dong—and even Flame Master—would fly into a fury.
Picking up on his concern, Ling Qingzhu and Zhou Tong stepped forward in unison. "I can assist Huanhuan," they both said.
"Qingzhu, Brother Zhou, you…" Lin Langtian was stunned for a moment. But when he saw the steely determination in their eyes, he seemed to understand. After a brief pause, he said slowly,
"In that case, Little Brother Dong and the other two will deal with one Demon King. Qingzhu, Huanhuan, and Brother Zhou will handle another. As for the Demon King who has passed a Samsara Tribulation—leave that one to me…"
(END CHAPTER)
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