Battle against Tong Chuan

The abandoned temple is located near the Dan River on its north side.

On the vast platform atop the giant mountain peak, people were bustling about, creating a lively atmosphere.

Near the front of the platform, a group of people were gathered. In the center of the crowd, a man in gray was staring at the Dan River with a gloomy expression, his face showing undisguised resentment.

Beside him, several disciples of the Desolate Palace were constantly offering words of comfort, trying to calm him down a bit.

"Senior Brother Tong Chuan, you're not angry anymore. Nobody expected this."

"Hmph, just a newly initiated disciple. Even if he's the champion of the Hundred Dynasties War, he should know what seniority means! To receive this Danhe Initiation, he'll have to spend two more years in the Desolate Palace!"

Tong Chuan's resentment did not subside; instead, he spoke bluntly and coldly.

The disciples of the Desolate Hall were also somewhat helpless. Tong Chuan, who was standing in front of them, was one of the disciples in the Desolate Hall who had the best chance of receiving the Danhe Initiation this year.

He himself was determined to get it, but he didn't expect that the new disciple who suddenly appeared would snatch the spot for the Danhe Initiation. Anyone would be dissatisfied.

The others could only smile wryly in agreement with his words. It seemed that Tong Chuan had no intention of letting the matter rest. At the same time, they couldn't help but feel some sympathy for the new disciple.

Although he had contributed to the Dao Sect, the Desolate Palace also had unwritten rules: only those with sufficient strength could enjoy the treatment they deserved.

If Tong Chuan insists on taking action, although the new disciple will still receive the Danhe Initiation in the end, he will definitely lose face.

As for their final outcome, they had no doubts. Tong Chuan had been a member of the Desolate Palace for three years, and his current strength had reached the Sixth Nirvana Realm.

Even among the direct disciples, he is considered quite good, while the new disciple is said to have only just reached the fourth level of Nirvana.

There were quite a few disciples gathered at Danhe Terrace at this time, including some direct disciples. However, they were not as angry as Tong Chuan. They just waited for what would happen next with a "let's watch the show" attitude.

They all knew very well that it wouldn't be easy for the new disciple named Lin Dong to successfully obtain the Pill River Initiation.

shhhhhh!

In the instant the sound of wind breaking echoed through the air, more than a dozen figures swept in from afar and finally landed on the platform. The one at the very front was Lin Dong.

The once noisy platform suddenly became much quieter, and several pairs of eyes, filled with amusement, instantly converged on it.

Lin Dong, who landed on the platform, was calm. He was well prepared for today's events and knew exactly how to deal with this situation.

Little Marten glanced at the surrounding disciples of the Desolate Palace with a smile, then looked at Lin Dong and chuckled softly:

"What a vibrant group of young people! Looks like you won't be too lonely from now on."

Before Lin Dong could respond, he saw Tong Chuan take a step towards him and say directly:

"So you're Lin Dong, the new personal disciple who joined the Desolate Hall?"

Lin Dong's expression remained unchanged, and he slightly clasped his hands in a fist salute:

"Greetings, Senior Brother."

Seeing his calm demeanor, Tong Chuan's face showed a strange expression, but his tone remained calm:

"Lin Dong, you have indeed made a great contribution to the Dao Sect by winning the Hundred Dynasties Battle. However, there is only one spot for the Danhe Initiation every year. With your current qualifications, you are probably not qualified to enjoy it. Therefore, your senior brother suggests that you come back to enjoy this spot in two years."

Lin Dong remained calm, his tone indifferent, and asked, "Is it a lack of strength, or a lack of experience?"

Tong Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly said, "Since you ask that, then I can only say that you possess both!"

"Understood"

Lin Dong slowly raised his head and walked out under the gaze of many disciples of the Desolate Palace. Amidst the astonished looks, he lightly clasped his fists towards Tong Chuan.

"Senior brother, please enlighten me!"

Establishing authority is not only Tong Chuan's idea; as a newcomer, Lin Dong is also well aware of its importance, and now seems to be a good opportunity.

Lin Dong's performance was undoubtedly beyond everyone's expectations, and many Dao Sect disciples had a look of deep astonishment on their faces.

"Although I don't know how strong they are, their demeanor is truly impressive..."

Some of the direct disciples watched this scene with surprise, a hint of admiration flashing in their eyes. It was clear that there was only one way to resolve this matter: fight!

Sufficient strength is a universal passport anywhere, and the same is true in the Desolate Palace.

Tong Chuan himself knew that even if he taught Lin Dong a lesson today, he would not be able to change the fact that the latter had received the Danhe Initiation.

After all, Lin Dong's contributions were genuine, and the two palace masters would not change the reward that rightfully belonged to Lin Dong just because of his opposition.

But he insisted on doing so, firstly because he couldn't swallow his anger, and secondly because he wanted to take this opportunity to suppress the arrogance of this new junior brother.

He wanted Lin Dong to know that even though he was the champion of the Hundred Dynasties War, he had to properly restrain the arrogance that came with that title within the Desolate Palace.

However, Tong Chuan did not expect that Lin Dong would take the initiative and challenge him directly before he could finish speaking.

Regardless of whether he wins or loses, his courage alone has already impressed many people, and there is no question of him being shameful.

After all, Lin Dong was just a newcomer to the Desolate Hall, so losing to Tong Chuan, one of the best veteran disciples, was not something to be ashamed of.

Two figures floated in the sky some distance from Danhe Terrace, their gazes fixed on the direction of Danhe Terrace. One of them was none other than Wu Dao, the deputy hall master of the Desolate Hall.

Beside him stood an elderly man in white robes. The old man had white hair and beard and looked very old, but the occasional glint in his eyes still showed that he was no ordinary person.

And this white-robed old man is none other than Chen Zhen, the current master of the Desolate Palace.

"This kid always does things differently from ordinary people."

Wu Dao looked at the Danhe platform with a smile on his face and couldn't help but chuckle.

"It seems you value Lin Dong quite a bit."

A hint of a smile flashed in Chenzhen's eyes as he looked at Wudao and replied softly.

"Hey, this kid's talent, potential, and temperament are all top-notch. If he is properly nurtured, he will definitely become the most outstanding person among the younger generation of our Desolate Palace in a few years."

Wu Dao stroked his beard, his smile undisguised, then paused before adding:

"They are not even inferior to those little devils in the Heavenly Palace."

"There aren't many young people who deserve such high praise from you, an old man."

Chen Zhen chuckled softly, gazed into the distance, and nodded after a moment:

"This little guy has many secrets, but of course, that's none of our business. He is now a disciple of our Dao Sect, and as long as he doesn't do anything harmful to the sect, he will always be a disciple of the Dao Sect."

A flicker of interest crossed Chen Zhen's eyes. He paused, looked at Wu Dao, and asked with a smile:

"Who do you think has a better chance of winning in this duel between these two lads?"

A hint of mockery flashed in Wudao's eyes, but his tone remained remarkably certain:

"Tong Chuan will suffer a loss."

Back in the ancient battlefield, even Cao Yu from the Western Xuan Region was thoroughly humiliated by Lin Dong.

Judging Lin Dong's combat strength solely from appearances would be a huge mistake.

Chen Zhen was somewhat surprised upon hearing this. He raised an eyebrow, looked at the platform with great interest, and said softly:

"Heh heh, then I'll have to see just how capable this little guy, whom you value so highly, really is."

……

"You certainly have guts."

Tong Chuan stared at Lin Dong, who had stepped forward, his eyes narrowed slightly, a fierce fighting spirit surging within them. As the one who had come to cause trouble, he naturally could not back down even a step.

With one step, a violent surge of Yuan energy swept out like a storm, its intensity even surpassing that of Qin Tian of the Tianyuan Dynasty.

Tong Chuan's deep shout, enveloped in powerful Yuan energy, suddenly resounded across the platform:

"Considering you're a fellow disciple, I won't bully you. Ten rounds. If you're still undefeated, I, Tong Chuan, won't say another word about the Danhe Initiation. Do you dare accept?"

Lin Dongting remained calm and replied in a composed tone:

"Senior brother, please feel free to make your move. The ten-round agreement is nothing to worry about."

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Lin Dong's body trembled slightly, and his internal energy surged. Although it was not as powerful as Tong Chuan's, he still managed to dissolve all the pressure from Tong Chuan by using skillful force.

Tong Chuan snorted coldly, his anger intensifying. He had taken the initiative to make trouble today, and if he couldn't even handle a newly initiated disciple, he would lose all face!

boom!

Tong Chuan clenched his fist, and a dazzling golden light erupted from his body, transforming directly into a golden broadsword in his hand. Astonishing fluctuations emanated from the broadsword.

"Swish!"

Tong Chuan took a step forward, and the golden broadsword in his hand suddenly trembled. More than a dozen powerful sword beams shot out instantly, tearing the air apart and creating a sharp, piercing sound.

Faced with Tong Chuan's attack, Lin Dong simply extended his palm, then clenched it, and a blue light burst forth from his palm, directly transforming into a blue scale shield.

Ding ding!

The blade struck the azure scale shield with great force, but only produced some sparks, achieving no significant effect whatsoever.

"Whoosh!"

Having easily withstood Tong Chuan's probing attack, Lin Dong had no intention of continuing the pointless probing, having experienced the ruthless battles of the ancient battlefield.

He clearly didn't like overly soft probing, so he immediately shot out, clenching his fist, and a black iron seal appeared in his palm.

"boom!"

As soon as the black iron seal appeared, it swelled up against the wind, transforming into a huge shadow that fiercely suppressed Tong Chuan from above.

"A Celestial-Rank Spiritual Treasure?"

Tong Chuan was also startled by the sudden appearance of the black iron seal. A look of solemnity flashed across his eyes, and he retreated quickly, his hands forming hand seals in a lightning-fast motion.

"Demon Desolation Fist!"

With a series of hand seals, Tong Chuan suddenly threw a punch, instantly condensing a torrent of Yuan Power on his fist. Finally, carrying an aura reminiscent of the Great Wilderness, he slammed it fiercely into the black iron seal that was pressing down on him.

Bang!

A crisp sound rang out, and the black iron seal was directly blasted away by Tong Chuan's punch. A terrifying wave of power spread out, even distorting the air. The scene caused Liu Bai and the others to change color slightly. This disciple of the Desolate Palace was indeed worthy of his reputation. The person in front of them was probably even stronger than Qin Tian.

"Although you have a Heaven-Rank Spiritual Treasure, it probably won't be enough for you to rely on!" Tong Chuan's figure shot out, his arm suddenly swung, and a punch similar to the previous one was now unleashed with a deafening roar. The overwhelming power that spread out was extremely moving.

A barrage of violent fist shadows swept in, but Lin Dong did not retreat but advanced instead. With a swift movement, he landed on the black iron seal that was flying backward, and then suppressed it. With a thought, his powerful Yuan energy, spiritual energy, and devouring power rapidly poured into the Qiankun Ancient Formation within his body.

"Boom!"

As the three forces were merged together by the Qiankun Ancient Formation, the Yuan Power surging from Lin Dong's body instantly transformed into a strange gray-black color. The destructive power it faintly emitted was several times stronger than that of pure Yuan Power.

"This is."

On the platform, many disciples of the Desolate Palace watched this scene with narrowed eyes, clearly also sensing the fierce and unfamiliar energy that suddenly surged from Lin Dong's body.

With the three forces within his body merging, Lin Dong's strength obviously surged instantly, and his aura was in no way weaker than that of Tong Chuan, who was at the Sixth Yuan Nirvana Realm!

"Dragon Spirit!"

Lin Dong stomped his foot, and the vast gray-black energy instantly merged into the black iron seal. Immediately, the black dragon spirit coiled on the iron seal opened its dragon eyes, and a fierce aura spread out like lightning.

As more and more gray-black energy was poured into the iron seal, the dragon spirit also took off, its huge body covered with cold black dragon scales, and a powerful force emanated from it.

"They actually summoned the Dragon Spirit!"

When the enormous dragon spirit appeared, some exclamations immediately came from the platform, clearly astonished by Lin Dong's methods.

Roar!

The dragon spirit roared to the sky, then burst forth in a furious burst. The terrifying power formed a huge concave arc in front of it, and the ground of the platform below cracked open at that moment.

"Bang bang bang!"

The fierce fist shadows that filled the desolate wilderness exploded upon contact with Long Ling's body, but they could not stop Long Ling's momentum in the slightest.

With the current strength of the three fused forces within Lin Dong's body, he is comparable to a powerhouse at the Sixth Yuan Nirvana Realm. Coupled with the power of the Heavenly Rank Spiritual Treasure, he is clearly no weaker than Tong Chuan.

At this moment, Tong Chuan clearly understood as well. His face immediately became extremely solemn, and all his previous underestimation of him vanished. Then, he took a deep breath, slowly raised the golden broadsword in his hands, and a paleness quietly crept onto his face.

Buzz!

As paleness crept onto his face, the golden broadsword in his hand trembled violently. The golden light began to recede eerily, and instead, fine cracks appeared on the surface of the golden light, resembling a parched and cracked earth from afar, spreading an aura of desolation.

"This is."

As a clamor arose from the platform, Tong Chuan suddenly looked up, and then his greatsword, which had become as sharp as a cracked earth, suddenly slashed down. A cold voice, carrying an aura of desolation, came from his mouth.

"Wild Blade!"

(End of this chapter)