“I, a humble cultivator, fear not a single battle!” Wang Lin’s eyes blazed with a warrior’s spirit. These three were interlopers, invaders from beyond the celestial veil. Having witnessed the scenes within the formation through the stone statue’s eyes, a fire ignited within him, a moment where destiny’s threads were severed, and only carnage remained. With each step deeper into the forgotten histories, the thirst for vengeance only intensified.

The youth marked with a lightning sigil upon his brow was the swiftest, the first to charge into the fray. His cultivation had once been merely at the pinnacle of the Nether Nirvana, but this strange transformation surged through him, shattering the limits of Nirvana and eclipsing even the early stages of Shattered Nirvana, reaching a terrifying mid-stage!

Such sorcery, Wang Lin had never witnessed in all his years of cultivation. This was no mere concealment of power, but a borrowing of celestial might, as if these three were drawing upon the very fabric of the heavens for their strength.

Truthfully, this was not Wang Lin’s first clash against those from beyond the stars. In the void, near the slumbering Wang Yue, he had once fought across the chasm of a formation. But in those days, Wang Lin’s power was too meager to merit notice, too weak to shape his own fate. Now, however, he possessed the right to scorn, to meet the charge of these three with icy indifference.

The lightning-marked one advanced, crackling with arcs of celestial power, the air snapping and hissing with the energy of the storm. He chanted an arcane incantation, summoning the essence of lightning to coalesce around him, forming a towering figure of pure energy.

This was a being a hundred fathoms high, wreathed in cerulean lightning, a massive lightning totem emblazoned upon its brow. Its eyes held the power to shatter the minds of those who dared meet its gaze. “Lightning Bolt Barrage!” the lightning-marked youth roared, his voice strange and distorted, closing the distance between them with terrifying speed. “Lightning…” Wang Lin’s lip curled in a snarl. In that instant, his right eye flared with electrical fire, and within that light, a matching lightning sigil blazed into existence within his pupil.

He stepped forward, and in that moment, the world seemed to slow to a crawl around him, the very air becoming viscous, like water turned to glass.

The three attackers, even the lightning-marked youth, the fastest of them all, moved with a sluggishness that was laughable in Wang Lin’s eyes. Before even the echoes of thunder could rumble, he stood before the lightning-marked youth. Raising his right hand, now crackling with raw power, he brought his fingers down upon the youth’s chest. Once, twice, thrice, four times! In the span of a breath, Wang Lin’s fingers, sharpened into the likeness of a blade, stabbed forth four times!

*Boom, boom, boom, boom!* The lightning-marked youth’s face paled, his eyes widening in shock as crimson blood spurted from the gaping wounds in his chest. A web of lightning spidered outwards from the ravaged flesh, consuming him in a prison of his own power.

It was a lightning-fast assault, too swift for the eye to follow. To the other two intruders, Wang Lin had barely turned, his body remaining utterly still, the only indication of his action the scornful glint still present in his eye.

And then, as sudden as a lightning strike, their companion was hurled backwards, coughing up blood, the thunderous echoes of Wang Lin’s passage finally crashing through the air a heartbeat later.

“Ancestor of Thunder, lend me strength! Allow me to devour this sealed-realm cultivator!” The lightning-marked youth cried, the sound punctuated by the cracking of his bones, most of them broken. He stumbled back, a score of fathoms, his lightning armor shattered, his body consumed by a cage of wild electricity.

Amidst the blood and chaos, he lifted his head, unleashing a deafening roar, his face contorted in a mask of rage and despair. A despair that, to Wang Lin’s eyes, was laced with fear and resentment.

As the lightning-marked one bellowed his defiance, the hundred-fathom illusion behind him solidified, becoming a tangible entity of crackling power. Lightning rained from the heavens, drawn to the form as iron to a magnet, transforming it into a veritable avatar of thunder!

Wang Lin remained impassive, his stride unbroken, his next step falling as if upon the very heartbeat of the lightning-marked youth.

With a deafening crack, the youth’s chest erupted once more in a fountain of blood, his hand clutching desperately at his sternum, at his very heart, now crushed by the force of Wang Lin’s intent.

Without even a glance, Wang Lin stepped skyward, ascending towards the towering avatar of lightning. His right hand lashed out, an effortless strike!

At the same time, his right eye blazed with incandescent light, the lightning sigil within shooting forth, piercing the brow of the hundred-fathom avatar. “Your lineage, from this day forth, is stripped of its right to wield the power of lightning before me!”

His voice, heavy with authority and icy intent, echoed across the heavens, a decree of divine law, a binding contract that sealed the fate of an entire bloodline. The gift of thunder once bestowed upon the Lightning Clan was now withdrawn!

The lightning avatar shuddered and imploded, dissolving into a torrent of wild lightning that crashed down upon the lightning-marked youth. The force of the blast disintegrated him, turning him into a pile of ash. But his soul remained, imprisoned within the raging electricity. As Wang Lin turned away, he drew the storm into his right eye. The sigil, a testament to his dominance, burned brighter than ever. The sequence had unfolded in an instant. The one with the flame sigil was already filled with fear and terror, he halted in place, he hesitated and started backing away. Wang Lin turned his eyes onto the flame sigil. “Fire?” Wang Lin was now just playing with them! His left eye instantly sparked with endless fire, and his whole body released a wave of scorching heat. The flames quickly surrounded the intruders.

The man with the flame sigil turned white with fear. He quickly gathered fire that surrounded himself, creating a tornado of fire as he rushed toward Wang Lin!

He chanted spells and incantations, and numerous flame darts appeared that were shot toward Wang Lin!

Wang Lin swung his hand, and the flames around him began to surge. He would clash his fire against the fire of the intruder!

The sounds of the flames fighting was tremendous! Finally, the man with the flame sigil jumped out of the wave of flame, with wings of flame that appeared to be made of a phoenix, but it was a bird of purple fire!

“What appears as a man is not a man, and what appears as a phoenix is not a phoenix! You’re nothing more than some foreigner from another realm!” Wang Lin instantly had his body covered with the Phoenix Armor. He appeared to be the god of fire!

The fire sigil wearer was going mad at that moment. He knew that Phoenix Armor only had a chance of appearing when you were the true master of fire! “Sacred Armor!!” “Burn!” Wang Lin ordered. He raised his left hand, and that fire sigil man quickly started shaking violently, and he burst in flames!!

He had always been surrounded by fire, and he thought he had mastered the art. However, the fire betrayed him when he faced his enemy!

In that moment, the man had nothing to offer except a curse! “In the name of the Flame Phoenix Clan, I call upon the clan spirit!!”

His soul began to glow with heat and fire, which began to form a dark phoenix bird! It carried a lot of heat, but the true nature seemed to be that of a fire crow!

It roared with anger and flew towards Wang Lin!

Wang Lin scoffed, and his left eye exploded with power! A true Vermillion bird appeared!

This was the true spirit of fire! It starred down at the black fire bird, sneering at it. It began to release heat which turned into waves of flame to swallow up the crow! That crow was beginning to back away. “Your clan shall never wield the power of fire when I am present!” With those words, the Vermillion bird clashed into the dark fire bird!

There was an explosion, and the black crow was vaporized! It was nothing compared to the ancestor!

The flames turned to ash and were instantly absorbed by the true phoenix! It had consumed all of fire!

The true bird sang to the sky! It’s power was increasing more and more! It was reaching new heights and was growing tremendously strong!

That person with the moon sigil face began to become pale. All he could do was just watch as everything happened. It was only a moment before the two intruders had been vanquished!

His thoughts drifted towards his master who had been struck down by Wang Lin!

Without any hesitation, the moon sigil dashed away to leave that terrifying existence. It seemed that the closer he got, the more that his spirit was collapsing. “You dare call yourselves the Heavens, when you are nothing more than a mere slave clan!” Wang Lin looked at the escaping man and shattered his spirit!