Chapter 362: Defeating Lei Qian, Yuan Cang Appears
On the sparring platform, everyone stared in disbelief at the defeated Little Thunder King. It was unimaginable for anyone in the Yuan Gate, especially among the storied Three Young Kings, to be bested by a mere Spirit General disciple. Such an event had never happened in the history of the Yuan Gate.
At that moment, the Little Spirit King, Ling Zhen, watched this scene with a deep frown, closing his fan slowly as he cast a shadowed and serious glance at Lin Langtian. Lin Langtian's strength had far exceeded their expectations.
Meanwhile, Lei Qian, battered and bruised, finally steadied himself. His clothes were shredded, his body bore several bleeding wounds, and his breathing was heavy. Lin Langtian's brutal, relentless attack had clearly inflicted serious injuries. Although Lei Qian's formidable Thunder Body had prevented him from losing his fighting ability, his prestige was visibly shattered.
"Lin Langtian!" Lei Qian's hair was disheveled, and his face was twisted with rage, his gaze ablaze with the desire to burn Lin Langtian to ash. Though he wasn't gravely injured, being tossed around and beaten so thoroughly had utterly humiliated him.
"Oh, I thought Senior Brother Lei could take more of a beating," Lin Langtian said with a mild smile, feigning concern. "Did I go too hard? I hope you're not hurt?"
Lei Qian's face darkened further, his body quivering as he struggled to suppress the intense killing intent stirred by his fury. "Don't celebrate too soon!" he snarled through gritted teeth, eyes fixed coldly on Lin Langtian.
Lei Qian knew his earlier slip-up was due to underestimating his opponent. With his strength at the Half-Step Earthly Profound Realm, he couldn't believe Lin Langtian posed a serious threat.
With a roar, Lei Qian took a step forward, unleashing his true power. A storm of immense energy burst from his body, raging like a sea of thunder, filling the air around him.
"True Thunder Form!"
With a growl, Lei Qian's hand seals moved swiftly, as his skin transformed, taking on a shimmering, silver-white hue that seemed to be forged of pure lightning. Thunder crackled through his form, coursing across his skin like an armor forged of pure electric power.
"Thunder Fury Spear!"
Clutching his hands together, Lei Qian summoned a spear of condensed lightning, its dazzling silver shaft radiating intense energy.
The atmosphere around Lei Qian erupted with power as he tapped into the full extent of his abilities, showcasing the strength that had earned him the prestigious title of Little Thunder King.
Witnessing Lei Qian's full display of power, the disciples watching around the platform grew tense, knowing a true showdown was about to begin.
With a crackle, Lei Qian launched forward, his eyes glinting coldly as he closed in on Lin Langtian, aiming the spear straight at his heart, his attack ruthless and precise.
But just as the spear was about to pierce Lin Langtian's chest, a fiery glow materialized in front of him, forming a blackish-red plate of armor as large as a human head. The spear collided with the armor, only to be blocked, unable to penetrate the powerful defense.
With the spear deflected, Lin Langtian clenched his right hand tightly, bringing it down in a crushing, mountain-like blow aimed directly at Lei Qian.
"Hmph!" Lei Qian sneered, wary after his earlier encounter with Lin Langtian's physical strength. He swiftly swirled his spear, creating a shield of crackling lightning to absorb the brunt of the attack.
Their clash was fierce as Lin Langtian's powerful punch struck Lei Qian's lightning shield, shattering it with a sound like breaking glass. The immense force even sent small cracks rippling down Lei Qian's wrist.
"Such powerful strength," muttered Ling Zhen, his expression darkening as he watched. It was well known that Lin Langtian's swift rise within the Yuan Gate was due to his mastery of the Flame Path and a mysterious fusion energy, but his body-refining abilities were just as extraordinary, rivaling those of body-cultivating sects like the Wasteland Hall.
Lei Qian realized that if he allowed Lin Langtian to continue his assault, he'd soon be overwhelmed. Resolving to counterattack, Lei Qian's face contorted with fury. His spear gleamed with deadly lightning as he launched it at Lin Langtian, each strike so powerful it would intimidate even a Nine Yuan Nirvana Realm fighter.
"Blaze Blade!"
As Lei Qian closed in, Lin Langtian narrowed his eyes, raising his hands. Suddenly, a surge of fire erupted from within him, forming a massive blade of flames that extended from his palms. The blazing blade grew to a formidable length of several meters, radiating waves of intense heat and destructive energy.
Having achieved mastery over the Black Flame Tyrant Body, Lin Langtian could now generate flame energy from within himself, powerful enough to unleash as an external force to devastate his foes.
With a roar, Lin Langtian swung the fiery blade down in a devastating arc, its heat creating visible ripples in the air as it cut toward Lei Qian.
Lei Qian's face showed a flicker of shock at the sheer intensity of Lin Langtian's attack, especially since he was only at the Nine Yuan Nirvana Realm.
"Thunder Roar Spear!" Lei Qian had no choice but to fully commit, pouring his energy into the spear. It expanded, electricity crackling across its length as he prepared to parry the enormous blade.
A deafening clash echoed as their weapons met, the sound of metal-on-metal filling the air and ringing across the arena.
On the sparring grounds, every gaze was fixed on the defeated Lei Qian, all bearing expressions of disbelief. No one could have predicted that Lei Qian, one of the legendary Three Young Kings—the strongest among the disciples in Yuan Gate's history—would be bested by a single Spirit General disciple. Such a scene had never before unfolded in the history of Yuan Gate.
As Lei Qian staggered to his feet, his hair disheveled and his expression twisted with fury, his gaze seemed to burn with enough rage to reduce Lin Langtian to ashes. While he hadn't suffered severe injuries, being publicly battered and thrown around was a humiliation he couldn't easily bear.
A mocking smirk crossed Lin Langtian's face as he looked at him. "Oh? Did I overdo it? I thought you could take more, Senior Brother Lei."
Lei Qian's face darkened, his body trembling as he restrained the intense killing intent swelling within him. "Don't celebrate too early!" he snarled. Determined to show the true might of a Young King, he activated his formidable power without reservation.
With a deafening boom, Lei Qian stepped forward, and his half-step Earthly Profound Realm power surged outward. The entire sky seemed to darken as clouds began to swirl and gather above them, crackling with thunder. It was as if the atmosphere itself sensed the wrath of the incoming storm, vibrating with an almost electric charge. Lightning bolts tore down from the clouds, blanketing the area in a chaotic world of thunder and lightning.
Lei Qian stood tall in the midst of this storm, with blinding silver radiance streaming from his body like a god of thunder. His entire body glowed silver, his power seeming to pulse like the heart of a thunderstorm.
"Thunder Emperor Art..." Murmurs filled the crowd as awe spread across the faces of many disciples. The Thunder Emperor Art was well known among the students of Yuan Gate as one of the strongest techniques, and it only added to Lei Qian's fame.
"Lin Langtian, you may have risen quickly, but today, I will show you that no one challenges the might of the Three Young Kings!" Lei Qian's voice echoed, and with a sneer, he raised his hand toward the clouds above, summoning a colossal surge of lightning.
With a powerful roar, the energy above condensed and rained down in a deluge of thunder and lightning, forming a massive lightning spear, nearly a hundred meters in length, suspended over Lei Qian's head.
"Thunder Emperor Art, World-Destroying Spear!"
The enormous lightning spear surged with violent energy, ready to be unleashed, and Lei Qian threw it toward Lin Langtian with all his might. The ground trembled, and the spear hurtled forward, transforming into a massive dragon of lightning that charged toward Lin Langtian, a harbinger of annihilation.
But rather than fear, Lin Langtian's expression was one of amusement. "The Thunder Emperor Art, huh? Well, my Flame Emperor Art isn't so easily outmatched," he said as fire roared around him, engulfing his entire body. With a single motion, flames surged up to his hand, and above him, a colossal flame qilin materialized, exuding an overwhelming aura that distorted the air around it. Its body pulsed with the heat and energy of an ancient beast.
"Flame Emperor Art, Flame Qilin!"
Lin Langtian's hand clenched into a fist, and the enormous qilin of fire thundered forward, its intense flames blazing across the air as it charged toward the enormous lightning spear with the power to annihilate.
The two powers collided, and an explosion shook the heavens. Thunder and fire clashed violently, each devouring the other in a storm of destructive energy, and a deafening roar swept across the sky as the forces unleashed their chaos upon each other. The power of the two arts filled the air with scorching waves and raging electricity.
Just when everyone thought the forces might cancel each other out, the flame qilin roared and unleashed a new wave of energy, overwhelming the thunder spear completely. The massive lightning weapon shattered into fragments with a final, resounding explosion.
Lei Qian, caught off guard by the blast, spat out a mouthful of blood as the force knocked him back. Before he could recover, a wave of fire energy surged toward him. In his weakened state, there was no way he could withstand the attack—it would likely leave him gravely injured.
Just as the fire reached him, a flash of blue light shot forward. In an instant, a figure appeared before Lei Qian, dispersing the fire energy with a single effortless gesture. When the fire cleared, the figure stood calmly in a blue robe, a gentle smile on his face.
Lin Langtian's eyes narrowed as he recognized the figure. "The Little Primordial King… Yuan Cang," he murmured.
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