Chapter 501: Spiritual Martial Arts
Crack!
A crisp sound slowly echoed through the air, causing countless onlookers to tense up as they witnessed the scene. Beneath an ancient hand, the dark golden light that almost embodied Shi Kun's full power—a strike potent enough to annihilate any one-element Nirvana stage expert—was rapidly cracking and splintering into pieces before dispersing into countless points of light.
It was a display of overwhelming dominance!
The Spiritual Martial Art was truly terrifying in its might!
Pfft!
As his attack was forcefully dismantled, Shi Kun's face suddenly turned pale. His internal energy surged chaotically, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, his vitality plummeting instantly as the backlash affected him physically.
"Spiritual...Martial Art..." Shi Kun stared disbelievingly at the scene, the blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth untouched. Was this the legendary Spiritual Martial Art that surpassed even the Dao Creation Martial Arts? It was indeed overwhelmingly powerful...
"How could this boy be so lucky? How is it possible for him to possess such a martial art?" Shi Kun roared inwardly with resentment. Such martial arts required the inheritance mark of ancient sects to cultivate, making them extremely difficult to obtain. Even with the might of their Mo Yan Dynasty, they hadn't managed to acquire one. Yet now, here it was, in the hands of Lin Dong from a low-level dynasty. How could Shi Kun maintain his composure?
"This boy does not deserve to wield such martial art!"
Jealousy consumed Shi Kun as he thought about the potential this martial art held. If he possessed it, he could surely ascend the Nirvana Rankings, becoming an outstanding figure in this Ancient Battlefield. Perhaps, he could even catch the eye of some super sects, ensuring boundless prospects and ultimate glory.
"Hmph!"
At the moment when jealousy clouded Shi Kun's thoughts, Lin Dong, who had been observing him closely from nearby, let out a cold snort. His eyes glinted with killing intent. With a flicker of his mind, the ancient giant palm that had shattered the dark golden light once again shot forward like lightning, hurtling towards Shi Kun.
"Boom! Boom!"
When the intense pressure and wind sounds reached Shi Kun, he abruptly snapped back to reality, breaking out in a cold sweat immediately. He hastily retreated, shouting, "Lin Dong, you may be formidable today, but the enmity between you and my Mo Yan Dynasty will never end!"
"There will be no future for you. Today, you shall remain in this Dan River." Lin Dong's eyes were icy cold, filled with murderous intent. He knew Shi Kun was ruthless and vengeful, and most importantly, he was indeed capable. Letting such an enemy go would undoubtedly cause trouble later on. Though Lin Dong wasn't afraid, eliminating potential threats thoroughly was always the best course of action.
Under Lin Dong's chilling voice, the ancient hand seemed to tear through space, appearing above Shi Kun who was retreating rapidly. Without hesitation, it mercilessly descended upon him!
"Golden Body Shield!"
In the instant the ancient palm struck, Shi Kun felt as if all the blood in his body froze. In that fleeting moment, he tasted the bitterness of impending death. His pupils shrank drastically as a piercing scream erupted from his throat.
A brilliant golden circle swiftly spread from within Shi Kun, forming a seemingly impenetrable protective layer around him.
Pang!
Despite the appearance of the dazzling golden shield, the ancient palm did not pause in its descent. Calmly and steadily, it fell like a physical entity, its palm lines resembling mountain ridges, extraordinarily divine.
Ultimately, the ancient palm collided with the golden shield, which was as solid as substance itself. Instantly, a series of clear bell-like resonances erupted from the shield. Then, everyone saw concentric golden ripples emanating outward from the shield.
These ripples accelerated, eventually covering every part of the golden shield. Clearly, the shield's defensive capabilities had been pushed to their limits, attempting to repel Lin Dong's fatal assault.
"Break!" Lin Dong's eyes turned frigid as he emitted a fierce roar, echoing like thunder.
With Lin Dong's shout, the ancient palm pressed down once more with force. The golden shield, already stretched to its limit, finally cracked, revealing countless fissures. In the next moment, the golden shield shattered completely.
Without the final defense, fear crept onto Shi Kun's face. But by then, he had no chance to dodge. The ancient palm mercilessly descended, striking his body with immense force.
Pang!
An extremely low-pitched sound rang out from Shi Kun's body. Subsequently, his body plummeted like a meteor, crashing heavily onto the ground. The earth trembled violently, creating a massive crater where he landed. Buried beneath rubble, Shi Kun's presence was barely visible, his vital energy nearly depleted. Even the Yuan Power within his body showed signs of collapse.
Silence enveloped the entire area. Those with keen perception could sense Shi Kun's faint and weakened aura within the crater, causing them to swallow hard involuntarily. Their gazes shifted towards Lin Dong, now carrying a trace of fear.
To subdue a two-element Nirvana stage expert to near-death with a single palm strike—such skill and capability left a deeply intimidating impression on them. At this point, Lin Dong's reputation was likely on par with the true dominant figures in the northwestern region.
Lin Dong gazed coldly at the crater, then waved his hand. A streak of light emerged from Shi Kun's body, landing in Lin Dong's grasp.
It was an ancient key—the very artifact that unlocked the ancient secret treasure trove. Lin Dong had always suspected there was more to it than what he currently knew. Now, having defeated Shi Kun, the ancient key in the possession of the Mo Yan Dynasty naturally belonged to him.
"Brother!"
At this moment, Shi Xuan and others were utterly terrified, rushing down in a disheveled state to drag the heavily unconscious and blood-soaked Shi Kun out of the massive pit.
"Quick, let's go!"
Seeing Shi Kun's grievous injuries, Shi Xuan and the others' hands and feet went numb, trembling uncontrollably. They carried Shi Kun away without even daring to glance at Lin Dong. Any lingering malice in their hearts vanished under the weight of their terror. After today's true confrontation, they fully understood that from now on, their Mo Yan Dynasty would lose any qualification to rival Lin Dong.
In this brutal ancient battlefield, the Mo Yan Dynasty used their reputation as stepping stones to elevate Lin Dong's name throughout the northwestern region.
Their competition ultimately ended with Lin Dong's complete victory. As the vanquished party, they would find it exceedingly difficult to rise again.
Lin Dong watched indifferently as the Mo Yan Dynasty members fled like stray dogs, choosing not to pursue further. Within the Mo Yan Dynasty, only Shi Kun had earned his respect. And now, Shi Kun had been reduced to a semi-crippled state by Lin Dong's previous strike. Even if he recovered, it would take years for him to make significant progress. With the loss of Shi Kun, their cornerstone figure, the Mo Yan Dynasty's prestige in the ancient battlefield would plummet several levels. Their past enemies might not miss this excellent opportunity...
As for whether they could survive these lethal calamities, that was no longer Lin Dong's concern.
As the Mo Yan Dynasty members fled, the tension in the area gradually eased. From various angles, people stealthily glanced at Lin Dong, their gazes invariably tinged with reverence.
No one dared to look down on Lin Dong due to his origin from a lower-level dynasty anymore. They all understood that the means possessed by this young man from a lower-level dynasty were beyond what even a higher-level dynasty like the Mo Yan Dynasty could withstand...
In this ancient battlefield, sheer strength was undeniably the ultimate truth!
"You... still haven't left?"
In mid-air, Lin Dong's gaze slowly lowered towards Wang Lie and others, his voice devoid of any courtesy.
Upon hearing Lin Dong's blunt words, Wang Huan and the other three twitched their faces but dared not utter a word in response. They promptly turned around, leading their troops in a hasty and panicked retreat.
Having witnessed the earlier scene, they knew well that with Lin Dong's current strength, eliminating them was far from impossible. Facing such absolute power, being stubbornly defiant was clearly a foolish act.
Around the Dan River, countless spectators observed this scene, unable to suppress their amazement. With just a calm statement, Lin Dong had frightened off three higher-level dynasties. Such commanding authority was rare in the northwestern region, and perhaps now, another name could be added to the list of those few exceptional figures...