Chapter 451: The End — So Angry He Coughs Blood!
Boom!
The ground continued to collapse and tremble. In just a few breaths, the plain below had formed a massive, pitch-black crater thousands of feet wide. At its edges, huge cracks spread like a spider web…
Countless people stared at the scene, their hearts suddenly pounding faster. Then, all eyes lifted skyward—toward the only figure still standing.
That upright, striking figure—was Lin Fan.
At this moment, Lin Fan didn't appear injured in the slightest. There wasn't even a trace of the fierce battle he had just endured.
Seeing this, everyone watching was shaken to the core.
At the start, many hadn't been optimistic about Lin Fan's chances. Most believed Luo Tong had the upper hand.
But now, the outcome of the battle had taken everyone by surprise.
Not only had Lin Fan won—he looked like he had won effortlessly. It was almost unbelievable.
The members of the Four Symbols Palace were visibly overjoyed.
"That seemed like the power of the Primal Ancestral Symbol just now… Has your cousin obtained the Primal Ancestral Symbol?" came the astonished voice of Yan, the spirit of the Ancestral Stone, from within Lin Dong's heart. "But I didn't sense any aura from it… Strange…"
Lin Dong wasn't too surprised anymore. After all, Lin Fan had previously displayed powers related to the Devouring Ancestral Symbol and the Thunder Ancestral Symbol.
And yet, both of those symbols were in his own possession…
"Luo Tong, the match is over. Hiding down there won't change the fact that you've lost. Or are you too ashamed to show your face?" Lin Fan said with a cold smile after a moment.
Whoosh!
The moment his words fell, countless boulders burst from the crater, and a disheveled figure shot into the sky.
All eyes focused in at once. Luo Tong appeared, his chest sunken in with clear damage to his internal organs. Blood still trickled from the corners of his mouth—he looked absolutely miserable.
His aura was weak, and it was obvious that he had been seriously wounded.
"You… you… what kind of devilish trick did you use just now?!"
Luo Tong's eyes were bloodshot. He pointed a trembling finger at Lin Fan, his face twisted with killing intent and humiliation.
He couldn't believe he'd lost—to Lin Fan of all people.
If he hadn't recovered his mobility at the last second, that punch from Lin Fan might've pierced straight through his heart.
Fear, shame, and fury churned within him.
"What I used isn't something I need to explain to you," Lin Fan said with a light smile. "You've lost. Don't tell me you plan to go back on your word in front of all these people?"
Luo Tong remained silent, his face flickering with conflicting emotions.
Whoosh whoosh!
Just then, Teng Feng and the others rushed to Luo Tong's side, eyes full of worry.
"Big Brother Luo Tong, what should we do?" Teng Feng asked quietly.
On the other side, Lin Dong and Xiao Yan also flew swiftly to Lin Fan's side, their powerful yuan power surging restlessly.
Boom!
With both sides' leaders now facing off again, their enormous armies—stretching endlessly behind them—grew tense. One wrong move, and an all-out war would erupt.
The surrounding spectators were startled by the tension. A few strong cultivators frowned—Luo Tong had clearly lost the fight. Was he really going to go back on his word?
In the Beast World, strength was everything. Losing meant losing. Any excuse would just invite ridicule.
Luo Tong's expression was twisted, his eyes fixed murderously on Lin Fan. The killing intent in them felt tangible.
But despite his fury, he still had enough sanity not to act rashly.
After a deep breath, his trembling body finally calmed.
"The five rounds of the Heavenly Arena are over. The Four Symbols Palace won three and drew one. The result is clear—Four Symbols Palace wins," Lin Fan said calmly, facing Luo Tong and the others.
"Lin Fan, this time I'll admit Mang Mountain underestimated you," Teng Feng said in a low, icy voice. "But don't think this win means you can stand against us. Don't forget—Mang Mountain has the Nine Phoenix Clan behind it."
It was true that Mang Mountain had lost this time, but in terms of overall strength, they still overshadowed the Four Symbols Palace.
And more importantly, they had a titan of a background.
What could a fledgling alliance like the Four Symbols Palace really do, even with this win? Without a powerful backer, one real blow would shatter them.
"You have the Nine Phoenix Clan?" Lin Dong's eyes flashed coldly as he stepped forward. "Then let me remind you—our Four Symbols Palace has the Dragon Clan."
"Dragon Clan?"
Luo Tong and the others were momentarily stunned. Then sneers crept across their faces as they glanced at the Sky Dragon Demon Commander.
"You mean that six-winged flying lizard who doesn't even count as true dragon blood?"
Lin Dong lifted his hand, and a purple-gold dragon seal appeared, unleashing a strange and majestic pressure.
"I'm the newly appointed Punishment Elder of the Dragon Clan. Any other comments?"
His calm voice echoed across the sky.
Luo Tong and the others were struck silent. Even the plain below fell into sudden stillness.
Everyone's eyes were locked on Lin Dong and the dragon seal in his hand.
This Four Symbols Palace really was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
Lin Fan, so young, had already reached the level of a Minor Spirit Symbol Master and easily defeated Luo Tong.
Lin Dong might have been a little weaker, but he was a Punishment Elder of the Dragon Clan.
And Flame Commander, Xiao Yan, could draw power from nearly ten thousand Tiger Devourer troops, allowing him to match Rotation Stage powerhouses.
"How… how is this possible?"
Luo Tong muttered. He knew exactly what a Punishment Elder meant within the Dragon Clan. That position was second only to the clan leader.
Such real authority—how could the Dragon Clan possibly bestow it on a human?
What was Lin Dong's connection to the Dragon Clan?
Suspicion and unease filled Luo Tong's heart. If this was true, it was a serious problem. Lin Dong's position far surpassed his own within the Nine Phoenix Clan.
"Fine. We'll accept our loss this time!" Luo Tong's expression changed several times before he took a deep breath, then stretched out his hand and growled through clenched teeth,
"Return the Four Symbols Immortal Suppression Pillars, and Mang Mountain will withdraw!"
"As for the half of Mang Mountain's territory that you've won… well, let's see if you're capable of actually claiming it!"
Upon hearing the demand to return the pillars, Lin Fan and Lin Dong exchanged a glance—then smiled.
"No," they said in unison. "Once something lands in our hands, we don't give it back."
"These pillars, just by name alone, clearly belong with the Four Symbols Palace."
Pfft!
Luo Tong, seeing Lin Fan's calm, smiling face, felt his rage explode. He coughed up another mouthful of blood.
His eyes burned with fury—he looked ready to devour someone.
This kind of humiliation… this kind of suffocating frustration…
It was the first time in years he had ever experienced something like this.
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