Chapter 271: The Clash of Titans
In the arena of Myriad City, tension filled the air as the three fierce battles among the commanders continued. Now, the ultimate clash between the leaders of two powerful factions, the Flame Alliance and the Zhao Dynasty, was about to unfold in front of a captivated audience.
Lin Langtian looked up, meeting the gaze of Zhao Wuji, clad in a black python-patterned robe. A small, confident smirk played at the corners of Lin Langtian's mouth. He could sense the immense strength radiating from Zhao Wuji, but that only meant one more powerful opponent would soon be another trophy for his record.
By now, the spectators had abandoned any doubts they might have held about the strength of Lin Langtian and the Flame Alliance. With his bold, unrelenting demeanor, Lin Langtian and his forces, though coming from the Northwest, had proven they were more than worthy adversaries against even the mighty Zhao Dynasty. All that remained was to see who would come out victorious in this showdown.
As Lin Langtian and Zhao Wuji locked eyes, a predatory smile slowly crept across Zhao Wuji's face.
Clap, clap.
With an amused smile, Zhao Wuji clapped his hands slowly. "So, you're Lin Langtian? I have to say, your courage is something I admire," he said with a chuckle. "Were it not for the fact that you killed my men, I might have even considered befriending you."
Lin Langtian's response was cool and unyielding. "I have no interest in making friends with corpses."
"You're courting death!" one of Zhao Wuji's men snarled, enraged by the insult.
The exchange drew nervous whispers from the crowd. Lin Langtian wasn't pulling any punches with Zhao Wuji, showing him no respect, not even a pretense of civility.
"Oh, how bold. It's been years since anyone dared speak to me like that," Zhao Wuji said, his face unreadable but with a chilling glint in his eye.
Lin Langtian sneered, his tone laced with contempt. "Every time I run into one of you so-called 'super dynasties,' there's always endless chatter. Let's get this over with, or else get out of my sight."
The entire crowd gasped. Lin Langtian's lack of deference was either an act of pure arrogance—or backed by genuine power.
Zhao Wuji's stare turned deadly, and the surge of powerful energy radiating from him was unmistakable; the air around him pulsed as if ready to erupt.
"I haven't felt the urge to kill like this in a long time," Zhao Wuji said with a chilling smile. "None of you are leaving here alive today."
Turning to his loyal second-in-command, Lin Langtian spoke quietly, "Shadow Demon, take charge of the Flame Alliance while I handle this. And make sure Su Rou is protected."
Though the Zhao Dynasty's commanders were tied up with Lin Dong and the others, the Fengyun Dynasty was lurking nearby, waiting to strike. Fortunately, Lin Langtian had the dependable Shadow Demon to hold the line.
"Yes, Master!" Shadow Demon replied, bowing respectfully.
"Lin, let me help you!" Just then, a familiar voice called out, and Lin Langtian turned to see Xing Lie approaching with a squad of skilled warriors.
"Xing Lie, it's you," Lin Langtian said, surprised but pleased to see him. Xing Lie was the leader of the Black Forest Dynasty, whom Lin Langtian had once saved from the clutches of the Zhao Dynasty.
Xing Lie clasped his hands in gratitude. "Lin, you saved our lives back then, and I, Xing Lie, am not one to forget my debts. We've come to stand with you." Lowering his voice, Xing Lie added, "Lin, I swear, neither I nor my dynasty exposed your conflict with the Zhao Dynasty. Please don't misunderstand."
Lin Langtian nodded, his suspicions allayed. "I trust you, Xing. The Black Forest Dynasty isn't at fault."
With Xing Lie's unexpected assistance, the Flame Alliance now had additional support against the combined threat of the Zhao and Fengyun Dynasties. Xing Lie and his warriors brought not only loyalty but significant strength to the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Zhao Wuji had turned his attention to Feng Cang, the leader of the Fengyun Dynasty, who had so far avoided direct involvement. "I heard Myriad City recently auctioned off a Heavenly Grade treasure. Does the Fengyun Dynasty have it?"
Feng Cang looked hesitant, his face conflicted. "We… we do possess it. But—"
"Enough. A Heavenly Grade treasure is wasted on your dynasty. Hand it over to me so I can kill Lin Langtian!" Zhao Wuji demanded, leaving no room for argument.
Feng Cang's face paled, and sweat began to bead on his forehead. It was clear to him that if he refused, Zhao Wuji would not hesitate to turn his wrath on the Fengyun Dynasty. Reluctantly, he took the small, black dragon seal from his storage pouch and handed it over, realizing he had no other choice.
With the Black Dragon Roar Seal now in his possession, Zhao Wuji's eyes gleamed with barely concealed excitement. His confidence surged as he advanced toward Lin Langtian, exuding an aura so intense it shattered the ground with each step.
Lin Langtian took a step forward, matching Zhao Wuji's gaze as their auras clashed in the space between them, igniting an invisible storm of raw energy.
"Die!"
With one word, both warriors sprang into motion. Their figures blurred as they shot forward like twin streaks of lightning, their murderous intent filling the air as the arena erupted in thunderous applause.
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