WDQK—Chapter 81: Rob Wang Yan, Lin Langtian's Fury!
WDQK—Chapter 81: Rob Wang Yan, Lin Langtian's Fury!
With the Golden Spear in his hand, Wang Yan's aura surged, becoming fierce and domineering. He didn't waste words; the spear quivered as he swung it down at Lin Tian like a club.
"Boom!"
The golden spear danced, the energy of heaven and earth around Wang Yan exploding in an instant!
A huge golden light, over ten feet long, whistled down directly, resembling a dragon with bared fangs and claws—powerful enough to strike!
The people around saw Wang Yan's terrifying attack, their faces changing drastically. They recoiled, some stumbling out of the stone hall in sheer panic.
Lin Dong clenched his fists, deep worry etched in his features as he watched the unfolding chaos.
Despite Wang Yan's ferocious assault, Lin Tian's expression remained calm, unwavering. His hands moved rapidly, forming a complex seal with practiced precision.
Instantly, a large blue handprint materialized in front of him, swelling in the wind to transform into a blue curtain that lay between him and Wang Yan.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the golden dragon with fangs and claws slammed into the blue handprint!
Yuanli roared, making the stone hall tremble under the force of the clash!
The terrifying Yuanli storm swept through the stone hall with overwhelming ferocity, creating chaos everywhere—dust clouds swirling and murmurs of disbelief filling the air.
After the Yuanli storm subsided, all eyes were riveted on the stone hall.
The golden spear in Wang Yan's hand had retracted its light and fiercely stabbed towards Lin Tian's chest!
Yet, in front of Lin Tian's chest, a blue handprint stood strong, blocking the golden spear and preventing it from advancing.
The onlookers exchanged incredulous glances, their expressions shifting from fear to astonishment. They never anticipated that despite Wang Yan wielding a high-level soul treasure, Lin Tian, seemingly defenseless, would hold his ground so firmly.
The faces of the Wang clan members transformed, their smug confidence waning under the weight of defeat.
What none of them realized was that, in addition to the blue handprint, the high-level soul treasure—the Mystic Light Armor—was also shielding Lin Tian, reinforcing his defense.
Wang Yan's eyes darkened, his fury evident as he glared at Lin Tian, gritting his teeth. "Boy, you have some skills; no wonder you're so arrogant!"
A slight smile played on Lin Tian's lips as he replied, "Thank you for the compliment," feeling a surge of confidence as the four natal symbols in his Niwan Palace pulsed with power.
With focused intent, he released a strong spiritual force.
"Spiritual Blade!"
Lin Tian's mind honed in sharply, condensing the energy into an invisible blade that cut through the air toward Wang Yan's consciousness!
"Ah!"
Wang Yan had been about to unleash another threat when suddenly a sharp pain shot through his mind, causing a visceral scream to escape his lips.
Seizing the moment, Lin Tian unleashed his Yuanli power. The palm-sized blue handprint on his chest swelled exponentially, wrapping around Wang Yan's golden spear and extending to his arm!
"Chi Chi Chi!"
The front end of the blue handprint split into countless water arrows, piercing through Wang Yan's palm—the force of which made him reconsider his choices.
"Take it!"
Lin Tian gripped the golden spear with both hands, determination flooding his veins as he attempted to wrest it from Wang Yan's grip.
"Buzz!"
The soul treasure pulsed with life, trembling and struggling to break free from Lin Tian's iron hold.
Wang Yan quickly regained composure, tightening his grip as panic flared in his chest.
"Damn it! Another mental attack!"
With a furious roar, Wang Yan extended his other hand, summoning brilliant Yuanli power, gathering it in his palm.
A dazzling golden light erupted, condensing into a nearly ten-foot-wide square golden platform that descended towards Lin Tian with a deafening crash!
Lin Tian had no choice but to relinquish his grasp on the spear.
Quickly reasserting control, he formed seals with both hands. The blue handprint reappeared, rapidly expanding to envelop the massive golden platform entirely!
"Bang!"
After a brief deadlock charged with tension, the blue handprint suddenly shrank, obliterating the golden platform with an explosive burst!
"Bang!"
Then, the blue handprint surged forward, striking with unrelenting force toward Wang Yan.
Wang Yan's face paled as he realized the impending danger; he waved the Golden Spear once more, launching a desperate attack against the blue handprint.
Yet his hasty assault had little effect.
"Bang!"
A dull sound echoed as the blue handprint sent Wang Yan crashing to the ground!
"Puff!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, humiliation and anger flooding his features, his expression a mix of disbelief and rage!
The spear slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground.
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
As Wang Yan stumbled to recover his spear, three palm-sized short swords hovered ominously, poised against his forehead, throat, and heart—a silent threat.
"Do you want to continue fighting?" Lin Tian asked calmly, the weight of his gaze pressing down on the battered Wang Yan.
The onlookers stood in stunned silence, shock washing over them. They never imagined Lin Tian could so decisively defeat Wang Yan, even while he wielded a high-level soul treasure!
Wang Yan's defeat was utterly thorough.
Lin Langtian regarded Lin Tian with newfound interest, curiosity mingling with the remnants of disdain.
Ling Qingzhu's eyes flickered, narrowing in contemplation as she studied Lin Tian, her thoughts unreadable.
"Lin Tian, let go of Brother Wang Yan!" shouted Wang Pan, his voice laced with urgency as he witnessed his clanmate at the mercy of Lin Tian's blades.
Wang Yan glared at Lin Tian, his rage bubbling over. "Do you dare to kill me? If you do, the Wang clan will never let you go, nor will the forces behind you!"
Lin Tian's eyes hardened, a flicker of murderous intent flashing across his face. "So what? If you're dead, what will it matter to you then?"
"Stop!" Wang Yan's voice trembled with fear, his complexion paling as he sensed the deadly sharpness at his vital points. "What do you want?"
Lin Tian smiled slightly, a predatory gleam in his gaze. "How about this: give me your Qiankun bag in exchange for your life, and we can consider this matter settled."
He knew his strength still paled in comparison to the real powerhouses of the Wang clan, and without a strong backing, taking Wang Yan's life in public was foolish. Thus, a deal emerged as the most prudent course of action.
He could always finish Wang Yan later, after departing from the ancient tomb.
Wang Yan fell silent for a moment, a conflict playing out behind his eyes. Then, his voice emerged, dark and reluctant. "You're asking for too much!"
"Make up your mind, or we will part ways!" Lin Tian's expression turned icy, impatience creeping into his tone.
As he spoke, the three short swords inched closer, a silent warning of the consequences of hesitation.
"Here you go!" Sensing the imminent threat of death, Wang Yan relented, quickly producing a Qiankun bag and tossing it to Lin Tian, his pride now a distant memory.
"It would have been better had you done this earlier." Lin Tian caught the Qiankun bag, glancing inside. He noted the 20,000 pure Yuan pills and several elixirs—an impressive haul that far exceeded the total assets of the Lin family in Yan City!
With a sense of accomplishment, Lin Tian stashed the Qiankun bag away and recalled the three short swords, satisfied with the outcome.
"Brother Wang Yan!"
Seeing this, the Wang clan members rushed to Wang Yan, their anxiety palpable as they assessed his injuries.
"Hmph, let's go!" Wang Yan huffed, a mix of shame and fury guiding his steps as he staggered toward the exit of the tomb, the Wang clan members closely following.
The surrounding crowd released a collective sigh, awe etched into their expressions as they cast grateful looks toward Lin Tian.
Once the Wang clan members departed, Lin Tian turned to Ling Qingzhu, a smile gracing his lips. "Thank you, Miss Qingzhu. Now, let's find a place to practice alone."
A flicker of coldness darted across Ling Qingzhu's eyes, though she quickly regained her composure. Her tone was measured as she replied, "Let's go!"
With that, she strode out first, unhurried and composed.
Lin Tian smiled slightly, calling Lin Dong to join him as they prepared to leave together. Before departing, he cast a casual glance at Lin Langtian, a look reminiscent of one observing a clown.
"Stop!"
At that moment, Lin Langtian, who had been patient for far too long, finally erupted in a storm of fury!
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