081 : The Breaking of the Iron Throne.

The Iron Citadel trembled.

The walls groaned.

The very foundation of the fortress cracked as Lin Tian and the Sovereign of Iron clashed at full force.

BOOM!

Their fists collided, sending shockwaves through the room.

Lin Tian did not retreat.

The Sovereign of Iron did not fall.

They stood locked in battle, raw power surging between them.

"You think you can take my throne?" the Sovereign of Iron growled.

Lin Tian grinned.

"I don't think."

His golden eyes burned.

"I will."

And then—they attacked again.

The Sovereign of Iron raised his hand.

And in an instant—the throne room changed.

The walls hardened.

The floor shifted, reshaping itself into a battlefield of jagged steel.

The very air thickened with the weight of his authority.

Lin Tian felt it—the full force of the Iron Domain.

The Sovereign was no longer just a man.

He was the fortress itself.

"You stand in my kingdom," the Sovereign boomed.

"You stand in my law."

The walls moved, massive iron spikes bursting toward Lin Tian.

Lin Tian exhaled.

"Then I'll burn it down."

His aura exploded.

And the Ashborn Domain awakened.

The moment Lin Tian's Domain activated, the iron spikes stopped mid-air.

They darkened. Cracked.

And then—they collapsed into dust.

The Sovereign of Iron's eyes widened.

Lin Tian stepped forward, unbothered.

"Your fortress is strong," he admitted.

He raised his hand, letting the blackened embers swirl around his fingers.

"But strength means nothing—"

He clenched his fist.

"—if it can be broken."

The Sovereign of Iron roared.

And the real battle began.

The Sovereign of Iron rushed forward, his massive, armored fist crashing down toward Lin Tian's skull.

Lin Tian didn't dodge.

He met it head-on.

BOOM!

The impact shattered the throne room, sending cracks racing through the walls.

Lin Tian gritted his teeth, feeling the raw force behind the attack.

But—he did not fall.

Instead—he countered.

His fist burned with black fire, embers lashing out in every direction.

And then—he struck.

CRACK!

His punch slammed into the Sovereign's chest, the armor melting upon contact.

The fortress of steel… was burning.

The Sovereign staggered back.

Lin Tian smiled.

"You're breaking."

The Sovereign growled.

And then—he did something unexpected.

The moment his armor began to crack, the Sovereign of Iron laughed.

Lin Tian raised an eyebrow.

The Sovereign grinned, wiping the blood from his lips.

"I see it now."

He clenched his fists.

"You're not just strong."

The runes on his body burned brighter.

"You're something else entirely."

Lin Tian watched carefully.

Because now—the Sovereign was burning his very throne.

A last-ditch effort.

A final stand.

The air around him became heavy, unyielding, filled with raw Sovereign power.

"This is my last gift to you," the Sovereign of Iron whispered.

He smiled.

And then—he charged.

But Lin Tian?

He was ready.

And this time—he would end it.

The Sovereign of Iron rushed forward.

His entire body burned with the last remnants of his power, the very essence of his throne igniting around him.

This was not an attack meant to win.

This was a warrior's final strike.

Lin Tian stood firm.

He could feel it—the raw will of a man who had ruled with strength alone.

But strength was not enough.

Because Lin Tian did not fight with strength.

He fought with dominion.

The Sovereign's fist came crashing down.

And Lin Tian met it head-on.

BOOM!

The entire Iron Citadel trembled.

But when the dust settled—only one man was left standing.

Lin Tian.

His hand gripped the Sovereign's wrist, stopping the blow completely.

The Sovereign of Iron froze.

His body shook.

He tried to move.

But Lin Tian's Ashborn Domain had already consumed him.

His armor cracked.

His skin blackened.

The fortress fell silent.

And then—the Iron Sovereign collapsed.

The moment the Sovereign of Iron fell, the very walls of the citadel shifted.

Lin Tian felt it immediately.

The power of the Iron Throne was now his for the taking.

A final whisper left the dying Sovereign's lips.

"You… deserve it."

And then—he was gone.

The System responded instantly.

[Sovereign Title Acquired: Sovereign of Iron.]

[Processing New Authority…]

Lin Tian's golden eyes gleamed.

He had taken his second throne.

And now—he had become something even greater.

A new wave of strength coursed through Lin Tian's veins, merging with the embers of his Ashborn Domain.

The System displayed his new abilities.

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[Title: Sovereign of Iron]

[Category: Lesser Sovereign Title]

[Authority Level: Low] (Can be increased by defeating stronger Sovereigns.)

[Core Abilities:]

Ironclad Domain: Grants control over metal and fortified structures within the user's presence. Can reinforce weapons, armor, and surroundings at will.

Titan's Endurance: Significantly enhances durability, making the user's body as strong as forged steel.

Forge Command: Allows the user to shape weapons and armor from raw metal with a single thought.

Unbreakable Will: Mental attacks, illusions, and mind control effects are significantly weakened against the user.

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Lin Tian exhaled, flexing his fingers.

The Iron Throne had granted him a foundation of raw defense and strength.

And when combined with his Ashborn Domain…

A slow smile spread across his lips.

This was just the beginning.

Outside the citadel, the warriors, guards, and smiths of the Iron District stood in silence.

The battle had ended.

And now, the gates of the fortress creaked open.

A single figure emerged.

Lin Tian.

His golden eyes burned.

And the people bowed.

The Iron Sovereign was dead.

A new ruler had taken his place.

And now—this entire district belonged to him.

Lin Tian stood at the peak of the Iron Citadel, looking over his new domain.

Two thrones were now his.

But this was not enough.

Because there were more Sovereigns to hunt.

More titles to steal.

And one day—he would take the highest throne of them all.

But for now?

He turned to the woman with violet eyes, who had been watching from the shadows.

She smiled. "You're rising fast, Lin Tian."

He chuckled. "Not fast enough."

She stepped forward, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"Then let's find you your next target."

And with that—the hunt continued.

Because Lin Tian wasn't stopping until he ruled everything.

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