Chapter 431: Envoys from the Blood Dragon Hall — A Terrifying Spiritual Storm!
Thunder Abyss Mountain.
Within a secluded stone chamber, Lin Fan sat cross-legged on a Yuan-Gathering Mat, eyes closed, hands forming seals as he cultivated. Streams of natural energy were continuously drawn into the mat and then refined by Lin Fan, gradually enhancing his yuan power.
At the same time, deep within his Spirit Sea, his spiritual avatar was steadily absorbing pure spiritual energy, becoming increasingly solid.
Faint, formless waves of spiritual force radiated quietly from his body…
…
Over the next month or so, Lin Fan remained in deep seclusion, focusing primarily on breaking through in spiritual power. His yuan power cultivation continued only as a secondary effort.
As time passed, the spiritual pressure faintly emanating from his body grew more and more intense.
Even powerful individuals like Chen Tong and Huo Miao began to sense the immense spiritual fluctuations coming from Lin Fan's chamber. The sheer pressure made them feel genuinely uncomfortable.
After more than a month, all three brothers remained in seclusion. Matters concerning Thunder Abyss Mountain were left in the hands of Huo Miao and the remaining generals.
On this particular day, the skies above Thunder Abyss Mountain were suddenly pierced by the sound of wind being torn apart.
Two figures stepped through the air, clad in blue robes. On their chests coiled the image of a blood-red dragon, radiating a heavy and oppressive aura.
"Envoys of the Blood Dragon Hall! Where is the new Beast Marshal of Thunder Abyss Mountain? Come out and receive us!"
The two hovered above the mountain, gazes icy as their cold voices boomed like thunder, shaking the entire mountain range.
Their cry, backed by formidable yuan power, echoed like thunderclouds above Thunder Abyss Mountain.
The entire mountain was instantly alerted. Dozens of figures shot into the air, surrounding the two uninvited guests with wary eyes.
"Who goes there?" one of the mountain's experts shouted, his expression grave.
"Heh… what, change Beast Marshals and now Thunder Abyss Mountain doesn't recognize its real backers anymore?"
The two blue-robed figures sneered, and their voices carried a chill that dropped the mountain's temperature noticeably.
"Haha, so it's the two High Commanders from the Blood Dragon Hall. Forgive us for not welcoming you sooner."
Chen Tong, having sensed the disturbance, flew into the sky with a polite smile.
"So it's Iron Lion General Chen Tong. What, the Marshal changes and you remain? You must've done something right to survive," one of the two sneered coldly.
Chen Tong's face twitched.
He understood the mocking undertones but didn't dare retort—these men were no ordinary guests.
He quickly said, "May I ask what brings the two Commanders here? The Marshal is currently in closed-door cultivation…"
"Closed-door?" one of them, a thin-faced man with a sharp chin, frowned. "Then go get him. We're here to deliver a message from Lord Blood Dragon. This new Marshal of yours… he's that so-called General Yan, isn't he?"
At the mention of "Lord Blood Dragon," Chen Tong and those behind him—including Huo Miao—visibly stiffened.
They all knew of Xu Zhong's long-standing ties with the Blood Dragon Hall. That ancient figure's name was enough to terrify most of the Beast Domain.
"Commanders, the Marshal is in deep closed-door cultivation. If it's urgent, perhaps you can tell me, and I'll pass on the message," Chen Tong offered cautiously.
But before he finished, a terrifying pressure surged from the two figures. Their cold voices followed:
"Seems your new Marshal doesn't know his place. Make us wait? Even Xu Zhong never dared do that!"
"If you won't fetch him—then we'll go ourselves!"
With a sneer, the two turned and flew straight toward the mountain's interior.
"Commanders, please wait!" Chen Tong cried, face turning pale. He rushed to intercept.
Hmph!
A snort rang out, and a massive glowing imprint slammed into him and the others with overwhelming force.
BOOM!
A powerful shockwave erupted, sending Chen Tong and his allies flying. They stumbled back, visibly shaken.
These were the Blood Dragon Hall's High Commanders—each a peak Death Profound Realm expert. Even Xu Zhong would struggle to face both at once, let alone Chen Tong's group.
The two commanders didn't hesitate, tearing through the mountain's defenses and heading straight for its core.
Buzz…
Meanwhile, within Lin Fan's stone chamber, silvery-white spiritual power suddenly surged from his body like a tidal wave, spreading in all directions.
It was far denser and more majestic than ever before.
A spiritual storm of unimaginable power exploded from within Lin Fan, causing the entire chamber to tremble violently as if on the verge of collapse.
BOOM!
A dazzling silver-white pillar of light suddenly erupted from Lin Fan's body, blasting straight through the roof of the stone chamber and soaring into the sky.
Buzz…
The thousand-foot-tall light pillar pierced the clouds, instantly drawing the attention of every powerful being in Thunder Abyss Mountain.
Their eyes widened in shock as they stared at the silver light, their expressions turning grave. From it, they felt a sea-like surge of spiritual power—so vast it made their hearts tremble.
The two Blood Dragon Hall commanders also froze midair, terror flickering in their eyes.
They had sensed it clearly. That beam of light had come from the mountain's interior—where the new Marshal was supposedly cultivating.
They tried to retreat—but it was already too late.
Having flown at full speed, they had no time to change direction.
They barely managed to slow down—
And then, before their stunned eyes, the silver beam pierced straight through one of them like a divine spear…
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