Douluo Continent: Lin Dong transmigrates into Huo Yuhao

The withered broadsword suddenly slashed down, and in an instant, the air around Tong Chuan disappeared at an astonishing speed, and a desolate wave spread out.

Tong Chuan's strike appeared gentle, but the terrifying power forged within it could only be clearly sensed by Lin Dong, who was locked onto by the blade's light.

Lin Dong looked at the desolate space around Tong Chuan, but his eyes did not reveal the slightest surprise.

He might have been surprised during their first encounter, but now that he was mentally prepared to face Huang Jin, he didn't feel helpless.

With a thought, Lin Dong controlled the howling black dragon spirit, its aura becoming increasingly fierce. The terrifying power caused the cracks on the platform to become even more numerous.

"cut!"

Tong Chuan stared coldly at the black dragon that was rapidly enlarging in his pupils. Suddenly, he let out a low shout. The moment his voice fell, the withered and cracked greatsword released a blade light filled with desolate energy and shot towards the black dragon!

The blade's aura was extremely powerful, spanning several tens of feet, and it swept across the sky with lightning speed, its momentum terrifying, as it heavily struck the black dragon spirit.

clang!

A deafening roar suddenly echoed across the sky, and an extremely violent energy surge burst forth from that space.

The moment the energy storm swept out, the disciples who were very close to it hurriedly retreated, and countless golden lights flashed on the platform to resist the eroding energy wind.

All eyes were fixed on the battlefield, where the Desolate Blade was a powerful martial art of the Desolate Palace.

If Tong Chuan were to unleash this attack with his Sixth-Element Nirvana Realm strength, its power would be even greater. Although the dragon spirit summoned by Lin Dong was not weak, it was not certain that it could stop this fierce strike.

Chi Chi!

As countless gazes focused, the blade's light clashed violently with the dragon spirit, and that unique desolate aura began to frantically erode the dragon spirit's body at that moment.

Those originally jet-black dragon scales dried up at an astonishing rate under the corrosive influence of that desolate aura.

Tong Chuan also noticed this scene, and immediately a smug smile appeared on his lips. He then slashed down at the black dragon head with his desolate blade once again.

"The Desolate Blade Slays the Dragon Spirit!"

click!

The incredibly violent blade light once again swept towards Lin Dong. This time, the already somewhat weakened black dragon spirit instantly burst open with cracks.

"The dragon spirit can't withstand it."

The sharp-eyed crowd naturally noticed this scene and couldn't help but shake their heads inwardly. It seemed that although the dragon spirit summoned by Lin Dong was not weak, it was still difficult to resist the power of the Desolate Blade.

The little ferret gazed at the scene in the sky and slowly nodded:

"This Desolate Palace martial arts is quite unique; the desolate aura cultivated from it is actually quite powerful."

"Can Lin Dongneng solve this?"

Liu Bai, Mo Ling, and the others couldn't help but ask a question. Lin Dong represented almost all of their new disciples. If he lost today, they, as newcomers, would probably be exploited in the future.

The little sable's eyes remained calm as it looked at them and chuckled softly.

"Don't worry, Lin Dong isn't so easy to deal with."

Seeing that Xiao Diao had said so, Mo Ling and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief. They had long realized that Xiao Diao was the most unfathomable person in this group. Since he had said so, Lin Dong should not have too much of a problem.

As they spoke, the enormous dragon spirit in the sky gradually began to crumble inch by inch, clearly having reached its limit.

"Is it over?"

Seeing this scene, many people thought the same thing, but there was no mockery in them, but rather a sense of regret.

Just considering that Lin Dong, as a newcomer, was able to force Tong Chuan to use the Desolate Blade, it is already quite remarkable.

Tong Chuan couldn't help but look up at the dragon spirit that was about to collapse, a smug smile appearing on his face. But before the smile could expand, his pupils suddenly contracted.

boom!

The shattered dragon spirit suddenly roared, and a strange black hole appeared directly above the black dragon.

Then, with astonishing speed, in a flash, it was injected into the black dragon's body. Thanks to the reflection of light, everyone could clearly see it:

The moment the black hole entered the black dragon's body, the black dragon's aura suddenly became much stronger, and it let out a dragon roar towards the sky.

The moment the dragon's mouth opened wide, a terrifying devouring power emanated from the dragon shadow, which suddenly swallowed the desolate blade without showing any sign of weakness!

Lin Dong's eyes remained calm. With the power of devouring, the desolate energy carried by the Desolate Blade might not necessarily have any effect on restricting the devouring ancestral symbol, and it would not be difficult to deal with.

The moment the dragon swallowed the desolate blade, Lin Dong's mind stirred, and his body was covered with cyan dragon scales, like a layer of armor.

"Azure Dragon Arm!"

Lin Dong's eyes turned icy cold, and a low roar suddenly rose in his heart. Then, his right arm twitched a few times and swelled many times its original size.

In a mere instant, it transformed into a gigantic dragon arm, unleashing terrifying power that distorted the very space around it.

"Bang!"

As the Azure Dragon Arm took shape, Lin Dong didn't hesitate for a moment. He blasted through the air with a punch, striking Tong Chuan with unparalleled ferocity.

The terrifying power rushed towards him as if it were a tangible force. Even with Tong Chuan's Nirvana Golden Body at the Sixth Nirvana Realm, he felt a stinging pain. His eyes instantly became extremely serious. Lin Dong's punch was enough to make him feel threatened.

More importantly, what exactly was going on with that black dragon? Why did it suddenly erupt and go berserk, even daring to swallow the desolate blade?

But he didn't expect Lin Dong's attack to be so swift and decisive. Faced with this terrifying move, he didn't have time to think too much. He could only try to block Lin Dong's attack first!

Tong Chuan's eyes turned cold. He gritted his teeth and once again activated the Yuan Power within his body, attempting to recall the Desolate Blade that had been swallowed by the dragon's mouth.

The moment Lin Dong approached him, the black dragon spirit lost the Yuan power that Lin Dong was continuously pouring into it. It had no choice but to release the Desolate Blade from its mouth, and the Desolate Blade tore open the dragon's mouth and flew towards Tong Chuan.

"cut!"

The moment the withered greatsword returned to Tong Chuan's hand, he raised the desolate blade high and slashed down again, but it was much weaker than before.

clang!

The dragon arm and the desolate blade clashed violently, unleashing an indescribable, violent force that swept out in a ring, causing cracks to rapidly spread across the ground.

"Hiss!"

At the point of contact between the fist and the blade, wisps of dark gray energy flowed rapidly from the desolate blade, then relentlessly eroded Lin Dong's dragon arm. Under the erosion of this energy, Lin Dong's dragon arm even showed signs of withering and cracking.

"You've only been in the Desolate Hall for a few days, and I'm already letting my senior brother tell you just how terrifying the Desolate Energy of the Desolate Hall truly is!"

Tong Chuan watched this scene, let out a cold laugh, and said.

"荒劲幺"

Lin Dong's eyes narrowed slightly. Others might find this kind of power troublesome, but unfortunately, Lin Dong was not among them.

"Devour!"

With a thought, Lin Dong unleashed a powerful devouring force from the Devouring Ancestral Symbol. Wisps of black lines quietly extended from Lin Dong's dragon arm, devouring all the desolate energy that had invaded his arm.

When the desolate energy was devoured, Tong Chuan's expression changed drastically, clearly indicating that he had noticed something.

"Your power is ineffective against me."

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Lin Dong raised his head slightly, smiled at Tong Chuan whose expression had changed drastically, and then clenched his dragon fist, unleashing a surge of power like a tidal wave.

Bang!

The Dragon Fist slammed fiercely into the Desolate Blade, its almost ferocious power ignoring the peculiar desolate energy, pouring out in an extremely tyrannical manner.

Click!

Under the impact of this violent force, the Desolate Blade cracked open with real fissures, which then expanded and exploded in the astonished gazes of Tong Chuan and many disciples of the Desolate Palace.

boom!

The desolate blade shattered, and the remaining force of the wind swept towards Tong Chuan like a gale, instantly sending him flying. He then staggered back dozens of steps before barely managing to regain his footing.

When Tong Chuan finally regained his footing, the platform fell silent. The disciples of the Desolate Palace exchanged bewildered glances and then secretly gasped.

Lin Dong actually shattered the Desolate Blade?!

As fellow disciples of the Desolate Hall, they were well aware of the power of the Desolate Blade. It was a required martial art for disciples of the Desolate Hall and their most proficient attack method, yet it had been shattered by Lin Dong's single punch.

Seeing Lin Dong stop attacking in the arena, everyone knew that the outcome of this sparring match was already decided.

Lin Dong's swollen dragon arm rapidly writhed before transforming into a normal arm. He didn't press his advantage; this was the Dao Sect, no longer the ancient battlefield, and the person before him was, in a sense, his senior brother, not a mortal enemy. Therefore, the rule of thoroughly crippling or killing someone—unlike the ancient battlefield—didn't apply here.

Therefore, once his arm returned to normal, Lin Dong looked up, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Tong Chuan in the distance, and said softly, "Senior Brother Tong Chuan, you flatter me!"

Tong Chuan lost.

On the Danhe Platform, the atmosphere was slightly quiet, and many people still had a strong sense of surprise in their eyes, obviously because the result of this battle had exceeded their expectations.

Although Tong Chuan's strength was not among the top of the Desolate Hall disciples, he was still quite famous among the direct disciples. Therefore, when these Desolate Hall disciples saw this result, they were all shocked.

"Tsk tsk, the title of champion of the Hundred Dynasties War really does have some merit."

"Yes, Lin Dong has only just joined the Desolate Palace. If he is allowed to cultivate here for a while longer, it might not be impossible for him to catch up with Senior Brother Pang Tong and the others."

"It seems our Desolate Hall is about to produce another outstanding person. Haha, that's good. This will also enhance our Desolate Hall's prestige, so that we won't be steadily suppressed by the other three halls in the annual hall competition."

"Alas, it's difficult. As far as I know, the top disciples of the other three halls have already begun to comprehend the three great scriptures, while we, the Desolate Hall..."

"There's nothing we can do. The Great Desolation Scripture is just too monstrous. We'll just have to bear with it. Once someone successfully comprehends the Great Desolation Scripture, our Desolate Palace will surely reclaim its number one position!"

".Disaster."

Whispers spread across the platform. The disciples of the Desolate Hall looked at Lin Dong with a serious expression, no longer with amusement. Although Lin Dong was only a new disciple, his strength was enough to earn their respect.

At this moment, Tong Chuan's expression shifted between light and shadow before he finally sighed in despair. Although Lin Dong's Yuan Power cultivation was only at the Fourth Yuan Nirvana Realm, combined with his equally powerful spiritual power, it was enough to rival a Sixth Yuan Nirvana Realm expert. What truly alarmed Tong Chuan was Lin Dong's formidable physical strength. From the previous punch, he understood that if Lin Dong harbored murderous intent, even with his Nirvana Golden Body protecting him, he would not have merely appeared disheveled.

"Junior Brother Lin Dong, I admire your strength. When it came to the Danhe Initiation, I had nothing to say." Tong Chuan clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lin Dong and said.

Lin Dong quickly cupped his hands in greeting. This Tong Chuan was quite magnanimous, not getting angry or ashamed for losing to him, which made him feel a little goodwill towards him. In the ancient battlefield, most of the people he encountered were opponents and enemies, who were constantly scheming against each other and using any means necessary to achieve their goals. It was quite dark. Compared to that place, the Desolate Palace was undoubtedly much more peaceful. Although there was competition, it was far from the ferocity of the ancient battlefield.

Seeing Tong Chuan back down, Liu Bai and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Lin Dong's actions today had successfully established his authority.

"Hehe, it's quite lively here."

Just as Liu Bai and the others breathed a sigh of relief, a laugh came from the sky, and then two figures appeared on the platform, smiling at everyone.

"This disciple greets the two Palace Masters!"

As soon as the two figures appeared, all the disciples of the Desolate Palace on the platform immediately showed respect and said in unison.

Wu Dao waved his hand with a smile, glanced at Lin Dong, and said jokingly, "Since you've arrived, let's begin the Pill River Initiation. Also, this is the Palace Master of the Desolate Palace, Chen Zhen."

Seeing Wu Dao's beaming smile, Lin Dong couldn't help but curl his lip. This old guy had clearly arrived long ago, but he hadn't shown himself, intending to wait for Lin Dong to resolve these troubles himself.

"Disciple Lin Dong greets Palace Master!"

Ignoring Wudao, Lin Dong turned his gaze to the white-haired old man beside him. The old man also had a smile on his face and looked quite kind. However, with the help of his spiritual sensitivity, Lin Dong was able to feel the Yuan power fluctuations from the old man's body that were even more magnificent and vast than Wudao's.

The fluctuations were like the ocean, unfathomable.

"This Palace Master Chenzhen's strength has probably reached the Great Perfection of the Life Profound Realm," Lin Dong thought to himself, clicking his tongue in amazement.

After the Nirvana Realm comes the Life and Death Realm, which is further divided into the Life Profound Realm and the Death Profound Realm, and each realm is further divided into three levels.

Small success, great success, perfection.

This Chen Zhen should be at the Great Perfection of the Life Profound Realm. If he were to advance further, he would reach the Perfection of the Life Profound Realm, which would make him an indestructible body.

(End of this chapter)