Wu dong Qian Kun: I, Lin Langtian, Refuse to be a Supporting Character

Chapter 239: The Power of the Wood Emperor's Threefold Art

"Quite the boast!" sneered the shadowy figure, who called himself the Deathly General. Wisps of dark energy circled around him, radiating a chilling aura.

"Whether it's a boast or not, you'll see soon enough," Lin Langtian replied, narrowing his eyes with a cold smile. In a flash, he propelled himself forward, and two blazing wings appeared at his back, exuding a terrifying aura. With ghostly speed, he created an afterimage as he shot towards the Deathly General.

Swish!

Lin Langtian's speed was like a lightning strike, and in an instant, he was upon the shadow. A raging crimson flame surged in his hand, shining like a sun and lighting up the entire forest. The Deathly General's face shifted at Lin Langtian's speed and the overwhelming power of the fire. He quickly raised his hand, and dark energy poured forth, forming a black shield in front of him.

Clang!

The Vermilion Bird's Flame smashed into the black shield, sending sparks flying. The shield was instantly covered in flames. Within seconds, the black shield was completely consumed, and the Deathly General was forced to retreat.

"Little brat, don't get cocky!" The Deathly General snorted coldly, his eyes darkening. He extended five fingers, unleashing five streaks of black energy tinged with deathly force that shot toward Lin Langtian.

Zzz!

The dark energy sliced through the air, corroding it. Even the ground below showed five deep scars. It was clear that this Deathly General's energy was far more deadly than regular power.

"Trying that trick on me? Too inexperienced!" Lin Langtian taunted. He darted forward, summoning a massive hand of roaring fire that burned through the five streaks of black energy as if they were nothing.

Swish!

As the five black streaks exploded, Lin Langtian, empowered by the Vermilion Bird Wings, appeared above the Deathly General like a ghost. With a single strike, an immense wave of crimson fire swept out, forming a sea of flames that surged toward the Deathly General.

The Vermilion Bird's Flame crashed down, instantly crumbling the ground beneath them and radiating such terrifying heat that the Deathly General's expression shifted slightly.

Boom!

The sea of flames descended, causing the already unstable ground to explode further. The Deathly General's figure was caught in the fiery wave, seemingly consumed.

"Is he dead?" Jinwu murmured, slightly taken aback.

Yet Lin Langtian's gaze remained icy as he pointed a finger toward a shadow to the right. A crimson flame bullet formed at his fingertip and shot out like lightning, aimed directly at the shadowy figure.

Bang!

The flame bullet flew through the air and struck the dark shape, prompting a muffled grunt as a black figure tumbled out, visibly wounded.

"So, this sneaky rat, is that all you've got?" Lin Langtian mocked. He knew this opponent's tricks would have posed a significant challenge for others. But Lin Langtian, a master symbolist with heightened mental perception, had easily seen through them.

The Deathly General finally steadied himself in mid-air, though with a strained look, his eyes darkening as he glared at Lin Langtian. Without another word, he swiftly changed his hand seals, sending forth waves of dark energy from his body.

"Netherworld Ghost Shroud!"

Dark light spread quickly through the forest, encasing Lin Langtian in an ominous shroud that seemed to carry flickering, sinister shadows.

These phantoms, grotesque and sinister, rushed at Lin Langtian. However, every time one of them neared his body, it was instantly incinerated by the Vermilion Bird's Flame. The Vermilion Bird's Flame possessed an innate power that countered dark forces.

Boom!

Without further hesitation, Lin Langtian unleashed his full power. Crimson flames erupted, shattering the shroud like glass. His fiery wings flared as he darted forward, fury blazing in his eyes. Clenching his fist, he summoned the Spirit of the Martial Ancestor. The massive phantom spirit bore down, piercing the Deathly General's body.

However, instead of bleeding, the Deathly General's body only shivered as a sinister smile crept onto his face. "My body has long been infiltrated by death energy. You cannot kill me!" he sneered.

"Oh… is that so?" Lin Langtian muttered, frowning slightly. Though the Deathly General's strength was only at the Five Yuan Nirvana Stage, his body had been infiltrated with death energy, a force typically accessible only at the Dark Profound Realm, making him a formidable opponent, harder to kill than even those at the Six Yuan Nirvana Stage.

But the more challenging this became, the more Lin Langtian's killing intent surged.

"If the Four Yuan Nirvana Stage can't kill you, then how about the Five Yuan Nirvana Stage?"

Lin Langtian's eyes flashed with determination. His hands flew into a new seal as a low voice echoed in his mind.

"Wood Emperor's Threefold Art, First Form!"

Pressing his palm down on the forest below, an invisible wave of energy rippled outward, distorting the air around them. Instantly, brilliant green light burst from the dense forest as the earth trembled with growing intensity.

The Deathly General's pupils constricted. He watched in disbelief as the forest's lush trees began to wither at an alarming rate. A wave of decay spread outwards, each tree swiftly drained of its vitality. In a mere few seconds, thousands of trees turned yellow and crumbled, stripped of every ounce of energy.

Boom! Boom!

A series of muted explosions sounded as tree after tree shattered, transforming into powder that covered the ground in a thick layer.

The Deathly General stared in horror, struck speechless by the sight of such raw power.

Raising his gaze, he looked up at Lin Langtian. But when he sensed the change in Lin Langtian's aura, his expression darkened further.

"Five Yuan Nirvana Stage!"

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