Chapter 655: The Mighty Power of Bloodline Link
"Aunt Ling, I need your help."
Lin Langtian looked at the Demon King in the sky, his expression slightly grave as he spoke silently in his heart.
With his current Reincarnation Wheel strength, slaying an ordinary Demon King was already his limit. If he wanted to deal with a Demon King who had passed a first Samsara Tribulation, he clearly needed Aunt Ling to take action.
"Tsk tsk, brat Langtian, it seems you only think of your Aunt Ling when you can't win on your own."
A mature, languid voice echoed in Lin Langtian's heart, tinged with teasing.
Hearing her tone, Lin Langtian was stunned. Then, as if suddenly realizing something, he exclaimed in delight, "Aunt Ling, you've recovered?"
"Still a long way off. The Kunpeng clan's essence blood is indeed good, but my injuries were too severe. I've only restored a portion of my strength. Still, casually dealing with a Demon King who has passed a first Samsara Tribulation is no problem," Aunt Ling said indifferently.
"Oh? That's already amazing." Lin Langtian's eyes lit up at her words.
Being able to casually handle such a Demon King meant her current strength was at least comparable to someone who had endured two, or even three Samsara Tribulations.
Though still far from her peak, that level of power already placed her among the absolute apex of the Xuan Domain Continent.
"In that case, Aunt Ling, I'll have to trouble you," Lin Langtian said inwardly.
"So the moment I wake up, you're using me as a hired thug? You really don't know how to cherish a delicate flower, do you?" Aunt Ling's red lips curled into a playful smile.
"This…"
Lin Langtian choked for a moment, then gave a wry smile. "If that Demon King isn't dealt with, the other battlefields will all be dragged down. When that happens…"
"All right, I'll stop teasing you. But for a small fry like this, I don't need to step in personally.
I'll just lend you my strength for now. How much you can bear will depend on your own ability."
Aunt Ling smiled faintly. As her will stirred, a boundless crimson sea of flames swept forth, and a terrifying fluctuation of yuan power erupted.
At the same time, up in the sky, Lin Langtian's body remained motionless. His expression, frozen as he conversed inwardly with Aunt Ling, seemed slightly stiff.
"Brat, your aura feels familiar. You were the one who killed the Illusion King of Heaven and the Illusion King of Earth, weren't you?
They were indeed pathetic to fall at the hands of a lowly human, but in any case, anyone who slays members of my Abyssal Prison must pay a heavy price."
The Demon King in mid‑air looked at the disheveled Lin Langtian, a vicious killing intent flashing in his eyes.
He was the Abyssal Prison powerhouse known as the Demon Hawk King—the very one tasked with investigating the slaying of the two Illusion Kings. Now that he had found Lin Langtian, his killing intent burned fiercely.
As his words fell, the Demon Hawk King's expression grew even more savage and cruel. He took a single step forward.
In the blink of an eye, his ghost‑like figure appeared before Lin Langtian. With a low chuckle, his razor‑sharp fingers swept out, trailing black light that tore scars into the surrounding space as he thrust at Lin Langtian's heart.
A vicious strike, aimed to kill in one blow.
Seeing this, Flame Master's avatar paled and moved to intercept. But before he could act, a sharp wind burst past his ear.
Another Demon King who had also endured a first Samsara Tribulation laughed coldly, then shot forth. His hand clenched into a fist, and a terrifying demonic punch smashed down at Flame Master's avatar with the power to shatter the heavens.
Sensing the immense power, Flame Master's avatar's expression tightened. Fire burst from his hands, forming a flaming fist as he hurriedly turned to block.
But with that, no one was left to stop the Demon Hawk King's blow.
Countless Anti‑Yuan Alliance experts turned away, unable to watch. On the Heavenly Mansion's side, many disciples were deathly pale.
"Die, brat!"
The Demon Hawk King cackled wildly. Black light on his fingers flared even more brilliantly, the concentrated force more than enough to shred anything in its path.
His strike flashed out like lightning, stabbing toward Lin Langtian's chest.
Sss!
A faint sound suddenly rang out. Those who had been staring at the sky without blinking suddenly narrowed their eyes.
The Demon Hawk King's grin froze. His face twisted in horror as he stared in disbelief.
Because at that moment, Lin Langtian's two fingers had lightly pinched together.
The ferocious strike had been cleanly caught between them. What looked like a fragile grip had completely halted the Demon Hawk King's killing blow.
"How is that possible?!"
A horrified cry rang through the air.
Not far away, Lin Dong and his brothers, as well as Ling Qingzhu, Ying Huanhuan, and Zhou Tong, all froze, stunned. Shock flashed across their faces.
None of them had expected Lin Langtian to explode with such overwhelming strength so suddenly.
But in the next instant, all six of them smiled, looked at the tall figure in green, and sighed inwardly.
As expected, Lin Langtian had never once disappointed them.
On the battlefield, the Demon Hawk King's heart pounded wildly. He stared at the once‑battered youth before him, unable to accept what he was seeing.
Lin Langtian slowly lifted his head. In his previously black eyes, crimson flames now seemed to flicker and surge.
"Your moment of triumph ends here."
His lips curled faintly as a slightly hoarse voice sounded. Then, in the next instant, he lashed out with a whip‑like kick.
The kick landed like a heavy hammer. It was so fast that even the Demon Hawk King couldn't react before it slammed mercilessly into his chest.
Thud!
A low boom echoed across the sky as the Demon Hawk King's body shot away like a cannonball. He gouged a ravine tens of thousands of zhang long across the ground, shattering every boulder in his path into dust.
The entire battlefield fell utterly silent.
Countless jaws dropped as they stared blankly at the scene.
Even Ying Xiaoxiao and Jin Wu, who had been preparing to intervene, were frozen where they stood, dumbfounded at the Demon Hawk King's sudden, miserable flight.
Pfft!
Steadying himself in mid‑air, the Demon Hawk King spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were still blank as he stared at Lin Langtian. After a few moments, he snapped back to his senses and roared, "Impossible!"
Lin Langtian lifted his head, looking calmly at the enraged Demon Hawk King. He ignored the outburst and slowly spread his hands.
Everyone watched as a massive crimson pillar of flame burst from Lin Langtian's body and shot into the sky.
Scorching heat flooded the heavens and earth. The land beneath Lin Langtian cracked and melted for tens of thousands of zhang in all directions.
That crimson fire was tyrannical beyond description.
Moreover, as the flame pillar roared skyward, everyone could feel the yuan power within Lin Langtian growing more and more terrifying.
In just a few breaths, he had completely stepped into the Samsara level.
Another wave of shock swept the crowd.
High in the sky, Flame Master and Four Kings Hall both trembled, their expressions turning grave.
They could clearly sense that Lin Langtian's current yuan power was fully comparable to that of a true Samsara expert. Such a leap was astonishing even to them.
"Oh? So this Lin Langtian had such a trump card hidden," Flame Master murmured with a raised brow and a faint smile.
The gap between the Reincarnation Wheel stage and Samsara was immense. Even the Eight Ancient Masters back then would have struggled to cross that barrier in such a direct surge of strength.
What shocked him even more was the pressure spilling out from Lin Langtian's body. It was a familiar aura—one he had only ever sensed from his own teacher, Symbol Ancestor.
On the other side, Four Kings Hall's perpetually smiling face had grown dark.
He had gone against opposition to bring four Demon Kings from Abyssal Prison for this plan.
If all four failed to kill Lin Langtian, his mission would be a complete failure, and even with his status, he would not escape heavy punishment.
"Hmph. It's only the Samsara stage. You still think you can handle a Demon King who has passed a Samsara Tribulation? That's suicide," Four Kings Hall sneered, forcing himself to sound calm.
Under normal circumstances, he would have been right. Each Samsara Tribulation was a chasm of power.
But Lin Langtian was different. He had slain multiple Samsara‑level Demon Kings while still at the Reincarnation Wheel stage. Now that his strength had exploded into Samsara, even a first‑Tribulation Demon King might not be able to stop him.
Oblivious to Four Kings Hall's stubborn arrogance, Lin Langtian stood shrouded in crimson flames. A pair of vast red wings unfurled behind him as his eyes turned completely scarlet.
From afar, a clear, resonant cry seemed to echo faintly between heaven and earth.
"So this is the power of Samsara…"
Lin Langtian slowly clenched his fist, feeling the terrifying energy swirling within him. He could not help but feel a little intoxicated.
Right now, it seemed he could erase an entire landscape with the lift of a hand.
This power was incomparable to what he'd had at the Reincarnation Wheel stage.
"You can actually withstand this much power. It seems your body is quite formidable," Aunt Ling said in mild surprise.
She had thought that barely touching the Samsara threshold would already be his limit. She had not expected him to endure full Samsara strength, even approaching the peak of ordinary Samsara—just a step away from a Tribulation.
"Hehe, it's all thanks to the Dragon Kun Body. Otherwise, Samsara‑level power really would have been beyond me," Lin Langtian replied with a smile.
The Dragon Kun Body had raised his physical form to unimaginable heights. His repeated feats of challenging Samsara experts beyond his level were largely due to this body.
"The Dragon Kun Body certainly lives up to its name," Aunt Ling murmured, smiling softly.
Lin Langtian chuckled, then raised his head again. His flame‑wreathed scarlet eyes locked onto the Demon Hawk King's ashen face.
He stomped downward, crimson flames raging outward as his figure vanished into thin air.
As he disappeared, his calm voice spread out with the roaring flames.
"This battle can finally begin for real."
The Demon Hawk King's pupils shrank as he shot backward.
Sss!
A flame‑wreathed hand tore through the air, seeming to emerge from the void itself before smashing into the Demon Hawk King's chest.
Thud!
Space itself cracked under Lin Langtian's punch, webbed with fine fractures like shattered glass.
The blazing fist expanded rapidly in the Demon Hawk King's vision. His expression darkened as ten thousand zhang of demonic light burst from his body.
The demonic radiance surged outward and solidified before him. In just a few breaths, it formed a massive shield, about a hundred zhang tall.
"Heavenly Hawk Demon Shield!"
Boom!
Before the shield had even fully formed, Lin Langtian's blazing fist smashed down, slamming into it without the slightest pause.
The impact was like a meteor striking the earth. For a brief instant, the entire world seemed to fall silent.
Then a deafening explosion shattered the sky, the sound echoing across the battlefield. Waves of energy rolled outward like a tsunami, overturning heaven and earth within thousands of zhang.
Thud!
Under countless stunned gazes, the turbulent flames and demonic light finally exploded apart.
A terrifying shockwave spread in all directions.
Eyes narrowed everywhere as they saw a demonic silhouette blasted from the sky, slamming head‑first into the ground.
Boom!
The land collapsed with the impact, leaving a crater thousands of zhang across, with vast fissures spider‑webbing outward.
Hiss.
Countless people sucked in sharp breaths, clearly shaken to the core. None of them had imagined that the Demon Hawk King would be so heavily suppressed by Lin Langtian.
This was a Demon King who had already passed a Samsara Tribulation.
Cheers erupted like a tidal wave. Heavenly Mansion experts shouted their support, many crying out for their Palace Master.
Yet in the midst of all the joyous roars, Lin Langtian's eyes remained narrowed, his expression still serious.
A Demon King who had passed a Samsara Tribulation would not be so easily slain.
Boom!
Sure enough, in the next moment, a demonic figure burst from the crater below.
It was the Demon Hawk King, looking even more savage and twisted.
"Damn whelp, this king will tear you limb from limb!"
His furious bellow rang out as his eyes grew bloodshot. With a light stomp, a wave of force pulsed outward.
Not far away, a towering mountain exploded into dust.
Screech!
A piercing, sinister eagle cry ripped through the air, so sharp that it made countless eardrums ache.
Everyone watched in horror as a thousand‑zhang‑tall black demonic eagle slowly emerged behind the Demon Hawk King.
The demonic eagle had two heads, and an overwhelming aura poured from its body, ravaging the air and shaking the heavens.
(END CHAPTER)
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