Chapter 52: Earnestly Requesting Martial King to Save Young Master Lin Yin!

In truth, A-Long was extremely reluctant to bring Lin Tianjiao onto the battlefield.

Yet, there was no alternative. The moment he caught sight of the Martial King’s overcast, storm-laden expression, he knew refusal was out of the question.

Still, A-Long remained deeply puzzled as to why the Martial King had suddenly ordered young master Tianjiao into the fray.

Could it be that, having witnessed young master Lin Yin charging into battle, he felt compelled to send young master Tianjiao to do the same?

At that moment, following closely behind A-Long, Lin Tianjiao stepped onto the battlefield, gritting his teeth as he braced himself for combat.

"Young master Tianjiao, I will intercept all demons above the Bone-Condensing Realm for you," A-Long said, leading Lin Tianjiao into a relatively secure sector of the frontline where Lin family elite guards formed a solid barrier on all sides. "Only demons below the Pulse-Forging Realm will be allowed through. You may fight at ease."

This arrangement effectively carved out a safe zone for Lin Tianjiao to farm kills and gain combat experience.

Lin Tianjiao nodded. Even so, watching the blood-drenched demons slip past the guards and A-Long sent shivers down his spine.

Fortunately, the scene mirrored his past triumph when he had slain a demonic prodigy with his sword; friendly forces protected him on all fronts.

After adjusting slightly to the atmosphere, Lin Tianjiao engaged in combat.

Before long, several Bone-Condensing Realm demons fell beneath his silver spear.

A triumphant smile crept onto Lin Tianjiao's face. Having just skewered another Bone-Condensing Realm demon, he twirled his spear with a flourish amidst A-Long's praise, lifting his proud chin as if he had finally regained his self-assurance.

Yet, when he glanced into the distance and caught sight of Lin Yin, his expression abruptly darkened, cycling between pale and flushed as he froze in place.

For at that moment, Lin Yin had carved out a bloody path entirely on his own. The corpses of Bone-Condensing Realm demons piled up densely around him—at least twenty odd bodies!

As for the carcasses of Qi-Blood Realm demons, they were simply too numerous to count!

Even the main demonic forces opposite had finally been forced to acknowledge Lin Yin as a formidable threat.

Two hulking demons, standing ten meters tall and wreathed in billowing black demonic mist, were striding directly toward Lin Yin.

"Swathed in black mist—those are Fierce Demons! Fierce Demons comparable to the human Pulse-Forging Realm!" A-Long noticed the unfolding scene, his scalp tingling with dread. Without a moment's hesitation, he dashed toward Lin Zhengyang.

The deployment of Fierce Demons signaled a clash between the mid-to-high-tier combat strengths of both races.

No matter how powerful young master Lin Yin might be, survival against the pincer attack of two Fierce Demons was utterly impossible!

Should young master Lin Yin perish here... A-Long did not dare entertain the thought any further.

"Martial King! Dispatch troops immediately to reinforce young master Lin Yin!" A-Long shrieked at the top of his lungs, his voice carrying far enough to echo across the Great Wall.

Lin Zhengyang’s brows immediately furrowed, yet instead of answering, he demanded, "How is Tianjiao performing? Is he safe?"

"Martial King!" A-Long was frantic enough to pull his own hair out.

How could he still be asking about young master Tianjiao at a time like this?

With so many elite Lin family guards protecting him and A-Long himself standing guard right beside him, what could possibly happen to young master Tianjiao?

Meanwhile, young master Lin Yin was fighting entirely alone!

His peers from the Supreme Class had all been left far behind.

He was fighting completely solo in the truest sense of the word. Could it be that the Martial King felt not a shred of anxiety?

Yet Lin Zhengyang merely stared in silence at that solitary figure fighting in the distance.

Even A-Long, who had served the Martial King for many years, could no longer fathom what was going through his mind.

Young master Lin Yin was trapped in the thick of the enemy encirclement, moments away from being cornered by two Fierce Demons—was the Martial King truly indifferent?

"Martial King! I implore you to take action!"

"We are willing to rescue young master Lin Yin!"

One after another, Lin family elite guards stepped forward, volunteering for the mission.

Logically speaking, with a single nod from Lin Zhengyang, these elite guards would be like tigers unleashed from their cages.

Yet Lin Zhengyang remained silent, leaving the guards standing rigidly in place, gritting their teeth and daring not move.

Gazing deeply at Lin Yin, Lin Zhengyang thought inwardly: *As long as you make a sound, even if you merely reach out a hand, I will intervene...*

He fantasized that Lin Yin might set aside his meaningless pride and signal for help.

Yet, from beginning to end, Lin Yin never once cast a glance toward the Lin family forces, let alone reached out a hand for succor.

"Lin Yin!" Lin Zhengyang finally spoke.

His voice pierced the howling gale and shook the surrounding air, clearly driven by the force of his lungs.

Naturally, it reached Lin Yin's ears.

Lin Yin glanced back briefly, then calmly looked away.

Lin Zhengyang felt as though his heart had been ruthlessly clenched by a giant hand, choking him for breath. From an angle invisible to the rest of the world, his figure wavered slightly. He could not comprehend it: he had already taken the initiative to speak, so why would Lin Yin not even show the slightest intention of reaching out?

Even if the ties between father and son had been completely severed, the bond of flesh and blood remained. All it took was a single gesture to receive his help, yet Lin Yin refused even that?

"Martial King! Give the order!" A-Long cried out.

Lin Zhengyang closed his eyes.

Was he truly going to extend a helping hand?

And yet... yet he, as a father, had already broken the silence, only to be met with deafening indifference...

"Martial King! There is no time left!" A-Long shouted again, his voice distorted by panic.

The trembling of Lin Zhengyang's brows betrayed the tumultuous storm raging within his heart.

"Does the Martial King truly intend to watch idly as crown prince Lin Yin is surrounded and slain by Fierce Demons? What will the world think of you then?!" A-Long roared.

Hum! Lin Zhengyang opened his eyes and raised his arm—the signal to give the order.

A-Long finally exhaled a breath of relief, though an overwhelming sense of desolation washed over him.

*My Martial King,* he thought bitterly, *you truly care more about your reputation after all...*

At that very instant, however, a slender streak of sword light shot forth from within the Great Wall, cleaving the firmament asunder and tearing open a void before plunging straight toward Lin Yin.

Simultaneously, like a dragon emerging from the abyss with its mighty body following close behind, a figure surged out of the Great Wall, treading upon the sword radiance.

"I, Xiao Chen, am here! Which tiny rat of the demon race dares to act presumptuously?"

Boom! A middle-aged man descended from the skies, coming to a halt directly in front of Lin Yin.

He yanked the longsword planted in the earth free, its hilt reflecting the remnants of the crimson sunset—engraved with the characters "Suppressing the North."

Xiao Chen, the Prince Suppressing the North!

"Xiao Chen! The Prince Suppressing the North?"

"The Prince Suppressing the North is actually here?!"

The generals atop the Great Wall instantly heaved sighs of relief, their burdens lifted.

"Xiao Chen?" Lin Zhengyang’s gaze flickered with astonishment, mixed with a hint of annoyance. He had already resolved to save Lin Yin himself...

Across the battlefield, the two Pulse-Forging Fierce Demons caught sight of Xiao Chen and instantly halted their aggressive advance, retreating with evident dread.

Fierce Demons were formidable, but before these legendary human sovereign-tier powerhouses, they still fell short.

"I am Xiao Chen, the Prince Suppressing the North, come specifically to assist the younger generation of our human race!"

Xiao Chen turned to Lin Yin with a faint smile. "Rest assured. With me here today, no demon shall harm you."

Lin Yin bowed respectfully. "My thanks!"

In truth, even without Xiao Chen's intervention, Lin Yin was confident he could extricate himself. But since the savior happened to be the renowned Prince Suppressing the North, Lin Yin saw no reason to court unnecessary risk. He quickly retreated a hundred paces, falling back to where the rest of the Supreme Class members stood.

"Lin Zhengyang, you stood so close to Lin Yin yet refused to lift a finger to help, leaving a citizen of the Great Wu Kingdom like myself to step in instead. Ha-ha-ha." Xiao Chen turned his gaze toward Lin Zhengyang, his eyes laced with mockery and profound discontent.

As a matter of fact, Xiao Chen had arrived at Jiayu Pass long ago. Ever since Lin Yin charged past the Great Wall, Xiao Chen’s attention had never left him, perpetually poised to order thirty thousand elite cavalry out of the pass.

Yet, assuming that Lin Zhengyang, being the boy's father, would surely act, Xiao Chen had chosen to observe. Yet, watch as he might, Lin Zhengyang had shown no intention of intervening. By the time Lin Yin was cornered by the two Fierce Demons and Lin Zhengyang still stood immovable as a mountain, Xiao Chen could hold back no longer.

His words were a deliberate satire of Lin Zhengyang's callous ruthlessness.

Though Xiao Chen was willing to forge a matrimonial alliance with the Lin family, that did not mean he was willing to accept a cold-blooded, heartless in-law.

"Xiao Chen...!" Lin Zhengyang clenched his back molars fiercely, his eyes dark and gloomy to the extreme.