082 : The Rise of the Two-Throned Sovereign.

The Iron District had changed.

The moment Lin Tian claimed the throne, the very walls of the fortress shifted in recognition of his authority.

The air no longer carried the weight of the former ruler's will.

Instead—it belonged to Lin Tian.

And the people?

They knew it, too.

The warriors, blacksmiths, and soldiers who once fought under the former Sovereign now stood before him.

Kneeling.

They did not worship him.

They did not praise him.

They respected him.

Because in this world, where power is taken, where only the strong may rule…

Lin Tian had proven himself.

And now—he was their Sovereign.

He stepped forward, standing atop the highest platform of the Iron Citadel.

His golden eyes swept over the crowd.

And in a voice that echoed across the district—

He spoke.

"I do not ask for loyalty."

He let the words sink in.

"I do not demand devotion."

The warriors remained silent.

"But if you wish to serve strength…"

He raised his hand, and the very walls of the citadel shifted in response.

"Then stand with me."

The entire city roared.

Because a new Iron Sovereign had risen.

And soon—the world would feel his power.

Later that night, in the shadows of the fortress, Lin Tian sat across from the woman with violet eyes.

She smirked, her fingers tapping against the stone table.

"You've taken two thrones in record time," she mused. "I'd say you're getting greedy."

Lin Tian smirked.

"If you're not taking more, then you're standing still."

She laughed. "Good answer."

Then—she tossed a parchment across the table.

Lin Tian caught it.

His eyes scanned the name written there.

And for the first time—his smirk faded.

Because this was not just a minor Sovereign.

This was someone stronger.

Someone dangerous.

The name written on the parchment?

Sovereign of Storms.

Lin Tian's golden eyes gleamed.

"Finally. A challenge."

The Sovereign of Storms ruled a vast, untamed region beyond the Iron District.

A land where the skies never settled.

Where thunder roared, and the wind howled endlessly.

His fortress was not built from stone or steel.

It was a city suspended in the sky, carried by the very storm itself.

A domain where lightning was law.

And within that city—its ruler waited.

A Sovereign who did not sit on a throne.

But instead—stood in the sky, commanding the storm itself.

Lin Tian exhaled, rolling his shoulders.

"So, he controls the skies?"

The woman with violet eyes nodded. "No one can reach his floating city without his permission."

Lin Tian smirked. "Then I guess I'll just take it from him."

Because the storm belonged to the heavens.

But Lin Tian?

He belonged to nothing.

And soon—not even the sky would be beyond his reach.

Far above, within the thunderous realm of the Storm King, a lone figure stood at the edge of his floating city.

He was tall, his cloak whipping in the wind, his silver eyes reflecting the endless lightning that raged around him.

He was not a king of steel.

He was not a warlord of fire.

He was a force of nature.

And the moment Lin Tian's name reached his ears…

He smiled.

"So, the new Iron Sovereign is coming for me?"

His fingers crackled with lightning.

"Let him try."

Because the storm does not yield.

And if Lin Tian wanted his throne—

He would have to take it from the sky itself.

Lin Tian stood atop the highest tower of his new citadel, gazing toward the distant storm-filled horizon.

His next throne was waiting.

And for the first time since arriving in this world—he felt excitement.

Because the Sovereign of Storms was not a coward.

He would not hide.

He would not run.

He would fight.

And Lin Tian?

He would win.

He turned toward his warriors.

"Prepare to move."

The Iron District stirred with anticipation.

Lin Tian's voice was calm, but absolute.

"We're going to war."

And with that—his conquest continued.

Because Lin Tian was not done yet.

Not until he ruled everything.

The Iron District stood ready.

Lin Tian had not been their ruler for long.

But already—they followed him without question.

Because in this world, strength was all that mattered.

And Lin Tian?

He was undeniable.

The warriors of the Iron Citadel stood assembled before him, clad in heavy steel, their weapons sharp, their eyes filled with purpose.

At the front stood his top lieutenants, the strongest warriors of his new kingdom.

Each of them had been forged in battle.

And now—they would march for their new ruler.

Lin Tian stood atop the highest tower, gazing toward the distant storm-filled sky.

The floating city hovered above the land, wrapped in endless clouds, its towers hidden within the swirling storm.

A fortress that none had ever reached by force.

Until now.

Lin Tian raised his hand.

"We move."

And with those two words—war began.

The march toward the storm was relentless.

The Iron Army advanced, cutting through vast fields and ruined lands that separated their territory from the Storm King's domain.

And as they moved—the heavens reacted.

Thunder rumbled.

Lightning flashed.

The very air grew heavy, pressing down on the warriors.

And then—the first strike fell.

BOOM!

A massive bolt of lightning crashed down, obliterating an entire squad of soldiers.

Lin Tian did not flinch.

Because he knew.

This was not a random storm.

This was the Sovereign of Storms himself.

A warning.

Lin Tian exhaled, rolling his shoulders.

"Good."

Then—he stepped forward.

And he walked straight into the storm.

The moment Lin Tian moved ahead of his army, the storm intensified.

Bolts of lightning rained down, attempting to strike him from every direction.

But Lin Tian?

He did not dodge.

Instead—he raised his hand.

And for the first time—the storm hesitated.

The lightning that should have burned him to ash cracked and sputtered, twisting unnaturally in the air.

Lin Tian smirked.

"You control the skies."

His golden eyes burned.

"But you do not control me."

Then—he clenched his fist.

And in an instant—the lightning shattered.

The storm itself recoiled.

The Sovereign of Storms, watching from his floating citadel, narrowed his eyes.

For the first time—he saw it.

Lin Tian was not just a challenger.

He was a force of nature.

The Storm King's lips curled into a grin.

"Interesting."

He raised his hand.

And for the first time—he would descend from his throne.

To meet Lin Tian in battle.

High above, atop his floating city, the Sovereign of Storms stood motionless.

His silver hair whipped in the wind, his cloak billowing behind him.

He had ruled for years, undefeated.

None had challenged his domain.

None had reached his city.

Until now.

And for the first time in centuries—he would fight with his own hands.

The storm raged around him, responding to his will.

And then—he stepped off the edge of his city.

He did not fall.

He walked on the air, descending toward Lin Tian with the weight of the storm at his back.

His silver eyes met Lin Tian's golden gaze.

"You have strength," the Storm King said.

Lin Tian smirked. "You have a throne."

Lightning crackled between them.

Wind howled.

And in that moment—the true battle began.

Neither man moved at first.

They simply stood in the storm, feeling the raw power between them.

The Sovereign of Storms spoke first.

"You seek my throne?"

Lin Tian grinned.

"I take what I want."

The Storm King chuckled.

"Then come and take it."

And in that instant—they clashed.

BOOM!

The entire sky exploded.

Lightning tore through the heavens.

Ash and iron collided with thunder and wind.

The ground shook as their battle began in full force.

And below, watching from the Iron Army—the warriors could do nothing but stare in awe.

Because this was not a battle between men.

This was a war between gods.

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