Wu Dong: I, Lin Langtian, will not play a supporting role

Deep within the Tomb of Ten Thousand Beasts.

call out!
A sound of wind breaking echoed through the deathly silence of heaven and earth. Several streaks of light flashed across the sky, tearing through the deathly aura in the blink of an eye and heading towards the depths of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Beasts.

This group of people, naturally, were Lin Langtian and his companions who had left Duobao Lake and were heading towards the Divine Tomb Garden.

After traveling for three hours, they landed atop a mountain shrouded in dark gray trees and looked solemnly into the distance.

The earth was riddled with deep ravines, their depths unfathomable, and even the space itself appeared distorted and fragmented.

The deathly aura that permeates this place is not gray or black, but a faint red.

On the outer perimeter, there was a structure formed from sections of grayish-white bones, resembling a towering pagoda.

The ownership of these bones cannot be confirmed, but at least one thing is certain: they do not belong to a single divine beast, but are the remains of many divine beasts.

The skeletons surrounded and enveloped the area, like a cemetery, guarding the fallen within.

"Is this the Divine Cemetery?" Tianling gazed at the magnificent and vast cemetery, her pretty face showing a hint of shock.

Compared to that cemetery, they were as insignificant as ants; the shock was indescribable.

"It should be correct." Lin Langtian nodded slightly, then turned his head to look in another direction of this world.

In those places, one could faintly sense some fluctuations of spiritual energy, clearly indicating that teams were constantly heading towards the area.

"where to."

Lin Langtian's gaze suddenly fixed on an area on the outskirts of the Divine Tomb Garden.

There stood a towering rock, emanating waves of spiritual energy, clearly indicating that this was a gathering place for many teams.

Seeing this, Han Yue and the others had no objections and all nodded.

Lin Langtian darted out, taking the lead, and headed directly towards that area.

Once they landed in this area, they realized how many teams had arrived.

On those giant rocks, clusters of people stood densely packed together, some more, some less, but each group was clearly distinct.

Moreover, these teams are not to be underestimated in terms of either quantity or quality.

Those who were able to reach the outside of the Divine Cemetery as part of the first echelon clearly possess considerable strength.

"The Nine-Colored Peacock Clan, the Sky-Reaching Ape Clan, the Kunpeng Clan, the Celestial Crane Clan..."

Lin Langtian's gaze swept over them one by one, his expression becoming slightly solemn.

These are truly the chosen ones, possessing a natural advantage over ordinary people.

Among the many strong teams gathered here, they occupy the best position. They seem to be not competing or fighting, but their domineering aura is so intimidating that others dare not question them.

The arrival of Lin Langtian and his group did not cause much of a stir.

Which team that can establish itself here doesn't possess some strength and arrogance? They simply found a relatively secluded spot on the edge of the giant rock, silently observed their surroundings, and adjusted their state to prepare for entering the Divine Tomb Garden.

However, this low profile did not last long.

"Huh? This aura..."

Not far away, on a towering boulder occupied by several majestic figures with cyan-gold wings, a slightly surprised gaze pierced through the crowd and landed precisely on Lin Langtian.

The owner of that gaze, dressed in a magnificent cyan-gold robe, with a handsome face and an innate arrogance, was one of the leaders of the Kunpeng Clan on this trip. His name was Kunyu, and his strength had reached the eighth-rank supreme level. His aura was deep and vast, and he seemed to be able to evolve into the Kunpeng Giant Sea.

Beside him, a woman from the Kunpeng clan frowned and asked in a low voice, "Brother Yu, what's wrong?"

Kunyu narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint cyan-gold luster flowing from his fingertips, as if capturing some kind of message left in the air.

“Just now I sensed a slight fluctuation in the ‘Tracing Feather’ mark left by Zong Lin, pointing towards that person.” He raised his chin slightly and pointed in the direction of Lin Langtian.

"Zong Lin?" the woman thought for a moment.

"Is it that arrogant brat from the Tianpeng clan? I heard he suffered a setback and was humiliated while fighting for a relic on the outskirts. Could it be related to this person?"

“Most likely.” Kun Yu’s lips curled into a cold smile. “The Tianpeng Clan and my Kunpeng Clan have a deep connection. Although Zong Lin is a bit arrogant, he has good talent and can be considered half of my little brother.”

"We, the Kunpeng Clan, have encountered his people; we cannot simply ignore them." He stood up, his slender body naturally exuding a sense of oppression, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop slightly, with faint phantom images of surging waves appearing in the air.

"Brother Yu, are you going to make a move? There are many powerful people here, and the Divine Tomb Garden is about to open. Should we..." another Kunpeng clan youth said in a low voice, somewhat hesitant.

"It's alright." Kunyu waved his hand, his eyes looking down at her.

"He's just an unfamiliar human boy, and the ones with him aren't from any top-tier divine beast race. We can easily get rid of him. This will not only help Zong Lin get revenge, but also allow my Kunpeng Clan to establish its authority here and let some petty scoundrels know which positions are not for them to covet."

His words were utterly disdainful, as if Lin Langtian and the others were merely obstacles that could be easily swept away.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kunyu's figure flickered, and like a streak of azure-gold light tearing through space, he rushed straight toward the location of Lin Langtian and the others.

He made no attempt to conceal his presence, and even deliberately exuded the powerful aura of an eighth-rank supreme being. Wherever he passed, the air seemed to groan, and many teams below turned their heads in surprise.

"It's a Kunyu from the Kunpeng clan!"

"What is he going to do? Which team offended him?"

"This is going to be interesting... Kunyu is one of the key figures of the Kunpeng Clan on this trip, and his strength is unfathomable. That human kid is probably in for a rough time."

Whispers arose among the various groups, and countless gazes, filled with curiosity, mockery, or sympathy, focused on them.

The prodigies from top forces such as the Nine-Colored Peacock Clan and the Sky-Reaching Ape Clan also temporarily stopped talking, looking over indifferently, as if watching a farce that had nothing to do with them.

"They've arrived." Lin Langtian's eyes turned slightly cold; he had already sensed Kun Yu's gaze the moment it fell upon him.

The other party's undisguised hostility and intimidation made him slightly uneasy.

An eighth-rank supreme being, and born into the Kunpeng clan, a top-tier divine beast race, his strength is far beyond that of an ordinary eighth-rank being.

Han Yue, Tian Ling, and the others looked solemn and tensed up instantly, their spiritual energy circulating secretly.

They could feel the terrifying pressure coming at them, as if they were facing not a person, but a vast ocean about to capsize.

"Bang!" Kunyu's figure landed heavily on the rock surface three zhang in front of Lin Langtian and the others. The rock beneath his feet spread out with spider web-like fine cracks centered on him.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his blue-gold eyes scrutinizing and disdainful as they swept over Lin Langtian and the others before finally settling on Lin Langtian's face.

"You are the human who caused my good-for-nothing brother Zong Lin to suffer?" Kun Yu spoke, his voice not loud, but with a metallic penetrating power that clearly reached everyone's ears.

Lin Langtian remained calm, meeting his gaze without flinching: "The Heavenly Roc Clan's leader? We did indeed exchange blows. And who are you?"

“Kunpeng Clan, Kunyu.” Kunyu slightly raised his chin.

“Zong Lin has a long history with my clan. You have injured him, which has tarnished the reputation of my Kunpeng clan. Judging from your aura, you are only a sixth-grade supreme being? You do have some courage. I will give you two choices.”

He held up two fingers, speaking as casually as if he were deciding the fate of an ant.

"First, hand over half of the opportunities you obtained in the outer area, cut off one of your arms, and kowtow to my Kunpeng clan to apologize, and I will allow you to leave this place safely."

"Second, I will personally cripple all of your cultivation and throw you out of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Beasts. Choose."

Overbearing! Arrogant! Unreasonable!

Upon hearing this, not only did Han Yue and his group glare angrily, but many other teams around them also frowned slightly.

This Kunyu is far too arrogant. Just because he is on good terms with the Tianpeng Clan, he wants to bully a human team like this, and even demand that they cut off their own arm and kowtow to apologize. This is simply the ultimate insult.

However, the Kunpeng clan's reputation was undeniable, and Kunyu's strength was even more formidable, so for a time no one dared to speak up and stop him.

On the other side of the Nine-Colored Peacock Clan, a stunningly beautiful woman surrounded by nine-colored rays of light glanced at it indifferently before looking away, as if it were nothing to her.

A giant from the Tongtian Ape Clan, nearly ten feet tall and with bulging muscles, grinned and watched the show with his arms crossed.

Lin Langtian's eyes turned completely cold, chilling to the bone. He slowly stepped forward, shielding Han Yue and the others behind him.

"The Kunpeng Clan...what a magnificent sight." Lin Langtian's voice was calm, yet it carried a sense of impending doom.

What if I... choose neither?

"Not choosing?" Kunyu seemed to have heard a joke, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes: "Then it's not up to you!"

The moment the last word was uttered, Kunyu moved!

There were no fancy moves, just a simple punch!
However, this punch seemed to have drawn upon the spiritual energy of the entire world!
The azure-gold spiritual power surged forth like a vast ocean, condensing into a blurry yet incredibly majestic giant Kun phantom. With a terrifying aura that could crush everything and devour all things, it crashed towards Lin Langtian!
The force of the punch caused the space to groan under its strain, and a deep trench was plowed into the ground below!

The full force of an eighth-rank supreme being, without holding back!

Clearly, Kunyu intended to crush Lin Langtian instantly with overwhelming force and establish his authority completely!
"Brother Lin, be careful!" Han Yue and the others exclaimed in alarm. The force of that punch was too terrifying, making their souls tremble.

Lin Langtian's eyes narrowed as well. The power of this punch far exceeded that of an ordinary eighth-grade!
He dared not be negligent in the slightest. His spiritual power surged wildly within his body, and the Primordial Demonic Talisman and Dragon Kun Divine Power surged. Dark golden light flowed under his skin as he met the attack with a punch!
"Primordial Dragon-Kun Fist!"

"boom!"

The two fists collided, like two meteors colliding!
The extremely violent energy shockwave exploded in a ring, instantly destroying and blowing away all the rocks and trees within a hundred feet!
Even though Han Yue and the others were prepared, they were still shaken and forced to retreat repeatedly, their blood and qi churning.

As the smoke and dust cleared, everyone hurriedly looked over.

Lin Langtian staggered back more than ten steps, each step leaving deep footprints on the hard rock surface. His fists were cracked, and blood gushed out.

Kunyu merely swayed slightly and took half a step back.

Sit down!

"Oh? You actually managed to withstand a punch with seventy percent of my power? And why is there the aura of my race within you?" A hint of surprise flashed in Kunyu's eyes, which was then covered by an even deeper chill.

"No wonder Zong Lin suffered a loss, but that's all. The next punch will take your life!"

His aura surged once more, and his azure-gold spiritual power soared into the sky, faintly transforming into a phantom of a roc that blotted out the sun, its wings spread as if to hang down the clouds!
An even more terrifying power is gathering; this strike will be the final blow!

"As expected of an eighth-grade supreme being from the Kunpeng clan, his strength is indeed far superior to that of ordinary half-step eighth-grade supreme beings from other divine beast clans..."

Lin Langtian felt the wound on his palm, and a rare look of surprise appeared on his face, but his eyes were unusually calm, even with a strange mockery.

"Take my life? You're not qualified."

He no longer tried to resist, but instead, under Kunyu's astonished gaze, he formed an ancient and profound hand seal with one hand.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Although Kunyu sensed something was amiss, the die was cast, and he was confident that his absolute strength could crush all tricks!
The phantom of the Peng bird let out a long cry, its wings suddenly closing and transforming into a blue-gold spear that pierced through the void, carrying a murderous intent to destroy everything, and shot towards Lin Langtian!

This strike is enough to severely injure or even kill an ordinary eighth-grade supreme expert!
Countless people held their breath, as if they could already see Lin Langtian being torn apart by the light spear.

However, just a moment before the cyan-gold spear was about to pierce Lin Langtian's body.

"Buzz!"

An indescribable ancient, wild, and cold wave suddenly erupted from in front of Lin Langtian!
Space seemed to have been struck by an invisible hammer, violently distorting and collapsing!
A dark golden figure appeared in front of Lin Langtian without warning, with his back to him and facing the world-destroying azure-gold spear.

The cold, imposing figure was not very tall, only about ten feet, and its entire body was a dark gold color that had endured countless ages. Its body was covered with deep marks left by sword and axe strikes and divine attacks, and several main cracks were particularly shocking.

It just stands there quietly, yet it seems like an ancient divine mountain that has existed since the beginning of time, unmoved and imperishable through countless eons!
"What...is that?!" someone exclaimed.

Kunyu's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints. He felt an unprecedented sense of threat from that dark golden figure.

That wasn't the aura of living beings, but... an extremely cold and ruthless killing and protective creation!

In the blink of an eye, the lapis lazuli spear arrived!
The dark gold figure moved.

It simply raised its right arm, which was also covered in scars, spread its five fingers, and gently gripped the lapis lazuli spear that was powerful enough to pierce mountains and evaporate lakes.

"Crack!!!"

A crisp, teeth-grinding sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth!

The incomparably powerful lapis lazuli spear was crushed to pieces in an instant in that dark golden palm, as fragile as glass!

They transformed into countless points of light and vanished without a trace!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, and no aftershocks from the energy collision.

Only one absolute, overwhelming power manifested, effortlessly crushing Kunyu's full-force attack! (End of Chapter)