275: Chapter 275 Wang Tianming's Arrival

Lin Yun put away his Communicator and continued flying deeper into the Secret Realm.

Wang Tianming.

He truly hadn't expected that the big shot he once looked up to was now coming to attempt a Possession on him.

Fifth-rank Perfection, a whole major Realm higher than himself.

A few years ago, he certainly would have felt some apprehension upon hearing this name.

But now, he wasn't afraid at all.

He was at fourth-rank Perfection, with a Divine Thought covering fifty thousand meters, making him even stronger than a fifth-rank Martial Artist.

He had the Fifth-rank Black God Battle Armor, which could weaken the attacks of a fifth-rank Martial Artist by ninety-nine percent.

He had a Fifth-rank Origin Longsword, which was incomparably sharp.

He had the third level of Blood Qi Boiling, which could erupt with four times his combat power.

He had the God-Splitting Technique, which allowed him to attack, defend, enslave, and perform Possession.

Mere fifth-rank Perfection, that's all.

Just one major Realm higher than himself.

Lin Yun was even looking forward to Wang Tianming's arrival.

If he really came looking for trouble, it would be a good chance to test the power of the God-Splitting Technique.

Deep within the Secret Realm, the Universe energy grew increasingly dense.

Lin Yun flew over a forest, then a swamp, and arrived at a desert.

In the desert, several fourth-rank Yao Beasts were wandering about.

Lin Yun looked at them and shook his head.

Too weak, not worth enslaving.

He continued deeper.

An Early Stage fifth-rank Iron-Backed Dragon appeared in his field of vision.

The Iron-Backed Dragon was massive, a full twenty meters long, its body covered in black scales. The bone spikes on its back were like sharp swords, emitting a chilling cold light.

It was currently feeding, tearing at the blood-drenched corpse of a fourth-rank Yao Beast.

Lin Yun's eyes lit up.

Fifth-rank Early Stage, not bad.

Though it wasn't the strongest, it was enough for his first target of enslavement.

He restrained his aura and activated the Profound Shadow Hiding Art, approaching silently.

The Iron-Backed Dragon seemed to sense something; it raised its head and looked around.

But it saw nothing and felt nothing.

It lowered its head and continued feeding.

Lin Yun reached the area above the Iron-Backed Dragon and hovered in the air.

He closed his eyes, and his Divine Thought transformed into two small figures that flew out from between his brows.

One figure remained by his side to stand guard, while the other condensed into a Divine Thought Needle as thin as a hair, piercing toward the Iron-Backed Dragon's Soul.

The Iron-Backed Dragon's body suddenly stiffened.

It felt something burrow into its head, causing excruciating pain.

It let out a roar of rage, its massive body struggling violently. Its tail swept across the ground, bone spikes flew everywhere, and the surrounding sand and stones were kicked up, dancing through the air.

But it was useless.

The Divine Thought Needle had already pierced its Soul. Lin Yun's Divine Thought spread through the depths of its Soul, searching for a place to plant a brand.

The Iron-Backed Dragon's Soul was strong; as a fifth-rank Yao Beast, its Soul was several times stronger than a fourth-rank's.

But before Lin Yun's Divine Thought, it still wasn't enough.

Lin Yun's Divine Thought covered fifty thousand meters, making it stronger than even a fifth-rank Perfection Martial Artist.

The Iron-Backed Dragon was only an Early Stage fifth-rank Yao Beast; its Soul strength was far inferior to his.

Soon, Lin Yun found a suitable location.

With a thought, the Divine Thought brand condensed into shape and was planted deep within the Iron-Backed Dragon's Soul.

The Iron-Backed Dragon's struggling stopped instantly.

It stood in place, its body no longer trembling, its eyes becoming docile.

It raised its head, looked at Lin Yun in the air, and let out a low growl.

It wasn't a threat or anger; it was obedience.

Lin Yun landed before it and reached out to pat its head.

The Iron-Backed Dragon lowered its head and nuzzled his hand.

Enslavement successful.

Lin Yun nodded with satisfaction.

The first one, an Early Stage fifth-rank Iron-Backed Dragon.

Not bad.

Just as he was about to continue deeper, his Communicator rang again.

It was still Wang Lan.

“Brother-in-law! Wang Tianming has entered the Secret Realm! He's heading in your direction! Hide, quickly!”

Lin Yun smiled.

He's here.

He put away the Communicator and patted the Iron-Backed Dragon's head: “Come, I'll take you to see the world.”

The Iron-Backed Dragon gave a low growl and carried Lin Yun as it flew toward the depths of the Secret Realm.

...

Wang Tianming arrived very quickly.

Lin Yun hadn't gone much further when a figure flew in from the horizon.

The speed was extremely fast, bringing a gust of wild wind that kicked up a cloud of dust.

The newcomer was an old man with white hair and beard, a thin face, and wearing a grey robe.

His aura was thick and deep, with elemental power faintly circulating around him—the hallmark of fifth-rank Perfection, an Elemental Golden Core.

He was Wang Tianming, one of the highest-ranking Old Ancestors of the Wang family, fifth-rank Perfection, over three thousand one hundred years old, and less than a hundred years away from his natural limit.

Wang Tianming flew closer and stopped before Lin Yun, a kind smile on his face: “You must be Lin Yun? I am Wang Tianming, your name precedes you.”

Lin Yun looked at him, his expression calm: “Greetings, Senior Wang.”

Wang Tianming sized Lin Yun up, an imperceptible light flashing in his eyes.

Young, strong, exceptionally talented, and possessing the Fertility Holy Body.

This body was even more perfect than he had imagined.

“I also came to explore the Secret Realm. I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence to run into young friend Lin,” Wang Tianming smiled. “Why don't we team up so we can look out for each other?”

Lin Yun shook his head: “No need. I'm used to exploring alone, so I won't trouble Senior Wang to worry about me.”

Wang Tianming's smile stiffened for a moment before he regained his kindly demeanor: “Young friend Lin, there's no need to be polite. Although I am old, I still have some skills; I won't hold you back.”

Lin Yun said flatly: “I said, no.”

Wang Tianming's gaze changed.

The kindness faded, replaced by a sinister chill.

“Young friend Lin, I came with good intentions, yet you show no appreciation.”

“Since you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me for being impolite!”

Before his voice had even faded, Wang Tianming's figure blurred.

Majestic Blood Qi condensed in his hand as a sharp palm wind blasted directly toward Lin Yun.

He showed no mercy, pouring out the Blood Qi power of a fifth-rank Perfection. The air was torn apart, letting out a piercing whistle.

Lin Yun instinctively dodged to the side, but the Iron-Backed Dragon beside him couldn't react in time and was struck squarely by the palm wind.

There was only a massive 'boom'.

The Iron-Backed Dragon's massive frame was instantly blown away, crashing heavily into an ancient tree.

Scales shattered, blood gushed out, and it died without even letting out a whimper.

This Yao Beast that Lin Yun had just enslaved didn't even get a chance to act before being killed in one hit by Wang Tianming.

“You're looking for death!”

Lin Yun's gaze darkened, and fury instantly ignited in his heart.

Although this Iron-Backed Dragon's strength wasn't top-tier, it was the first Yao Beast he had enslaved. Wang Tianming's action was undoubtedly provoking his bottom line!

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Yun's mind moved, and the Fifth-rank Black God Battle Armor instantly covered his entire body.

The pitch-black armor shimmered with a piercing cold light, its patterns eerie, as a majestic aura instantly erupted.

At the same time, the Fifth-rank Origin Longsword appeared in his hand, the blade flashing with cold light and containing power that could destroy heaven and earth.

Lin Yun's figure flashed, turning into a streak of light. Holding the Origin longsword, he slashed down fiercely at Wang Tianming.

The sword light was sharp, carrying majestic Blood Qi power as it tore through the air, heading straight for Wang Tianming's head.

With this strike, Lin Yun used ten-tenths of his strength. If it connected, it would be enough to cleave Wang Tianming in half!