Unrivalled below Yuanfu

Unrivalled below Yuanfu...

Being able to last through the ages up till now, regardless of which era, the Emperor Star Academy was always heralded with glory. Today, they would be facing the most challenging battle of all time in the history of the Emperor Star Academy.

Qin Wentian stood at the very front, with his ancient halberd held in his hands. The blood in his entire body was boiling, as his demeanor became increasingly fiendish. His physique also grew taller and stronger — the demonic aura he exuded made it seem as though he was a monarch, the overlord of all things under the heavens.

His eyes blazing with battle intent, the sight of him caused the blood and spirits of those belonging to the Emperor Star Academy to store. Today, they fought for honor, for the survival of the Emperor Star Academy.

In the direction of the Royal Academy, similarly, there were several silhouettes that stepped out. Among these were Orchon, Hou Tie, Chu Chen, and Leng Ya. Although their troop arrangement was many times more powerful compared to the Emperor Star Academy, when the students of the Emperor Star Academy saw Qin Wentian standing in the lead, their previous worries all melted away. Not long ago, Qin Wentian completely dominated the challenge battle at the Royal Academy.

From both the left and right, the sounds of horses galloping could be heard. The young clansman of the Ou and Ye Clan were stirring, making their moves.

However, despite their disadvantages in numbers, the Emperor Star Academy only recruited students who were Stellar Martial Cultivators. Each and every one of them had an Astral Soul.

Boom! The students of the academy also started to gallop forth. They were grouped into countless smaller formations, with their archers situated at the back, firing their arrows in the direction of the Emperor Star Academy.

The battle finally begun.

Qin Wentian stepped forth, snarling in rage, it was as though all his anger and hatred turned into a boundless terrifying energy that was channeled into his ancient halberd. The ancient halberd transformed into a stream of light as it was flung out, slashing across the void, emitting an explosive sound akin to the roar of an angered demonic dragon.

Orchon and the rest bore the brunt of the attack. As they faced the ancient halberd that flew towards them with stiffened countenances, their bodies dodged to the side. The after-shock caused by Qin Wentian's strike was so sharp that it nicked their faces, causing them to feel a burning sensation.

The Emperor Star Academy, a name that had resonated through the ages, always shrouded in glory regardless of the era. Today, however, they were gearing up for the mother of all battles in their illustrious history.

At the forefront stood none other than Qin Wentian, ancient halberd clutched tightly in his grasp. The blood in his veins boiled with the fire of battle, and with each passing moment, his demeanor grew more monstrous. He practically transformed into a towering, imposing figure, an embodiment of demonic might, as if he were the supreme ruler of everything beneath the heavens.

His eyes blazed with unwavering resolve, and the sight of him sent a jolt of determination coursing through the veins of every member of the Emperor Star Academy. Today, they fought not just for victory, but for the very existence and honor of their academy.

On the Royal Academy's side, a handful of silhouettes emerged. Among them were Orchon, Hou Tie, Chu Chen, and Leng Ya. While their formation seemed more imposing, the moment the Emperor Star Academy students saw Qin Wentian taking the lead, all their earlier doubts vanished into thin air. Not too long ago, Qin Wentian had completely owned the challenge battle at the Royal Academy.

From the flanks, the thundering hooves of horses echoed. The young scions of the Ou and Ye Clans made their moves.

But here's the kicker. Despite being outnumbered, the Emperor Star Academy had recruited only Stellar Martial Cultivators, each blessed with an Astral Soul.

Kaboom! The academy's students surged forward. They organized into countless smaller formations, archers poised at the rear, sending a hail of arrows hurtling toward the Royal Academy.

And so, the battle was joined.

Qin Wentian stepped into the fray, a whirlwind of rage. It was as if every ounce of his anger and hatred had coalesced into a boundless, terrifying energy channeled into his ancient halberd. The weapon transformed into a streak of light, slashing through the air with a thunderous roar, like an enraged dragon.

Orchon and his crew felt the full force of the attack. Their faces stiffened as they scrambled to evade the oncoming halberd. Even though they managed to dodge the worst of it, the shockwave of Qin Wentian's strike grazed their faces, leaving behind a scorching sensation.

Puchi! The ancient halberd ripped through a person behind them, its unrelenting force causing panic and screams. The gruesome sound of impaled bodies echoed until it ceased after the third victim. Chaos erupted where the ancient halberd had struck in the Royal Academy's ranks.

Qin Wentian, what kind of terrifying power had he unleashed?

Without pause, he took another step forward, a second ancient halberd appearing in his grasp. This time, it was a Divine Weapon gleaming with resplendent Astral Light. Paired with Qin Wentian's imposing and fiendishly handsome countenance, Orchon and the others felt an overwhelming pressure, their hearts gripped by terror. They were more than a little afraid of him.

Fan Le and the rest followed closely behind Qin Wentian. They formed the vanguard of the Emperor Star Academy, a group of the academy's most potent Arterial Circulation cultivators. Their mission was simple: kill, ruthlessly kill, and annihilate without mercy.

On both flanks, two powerful formations from the Emperor Star Academy acted as protectors for Qin Wentian's team, ensuring they weren't surrounded.

Fan Le unleashed his Bloodline Limit, and golden arrows rained down like a storm, resembling bolts of golden lightning.

HOWL. Savage roars and howls filled the air from the Royal Academy's side. Beside Orchon, a square formation of cultivators released their Beast-type Astral Souls. The cacophonous roars and howls combined into a thunderous symphony, an overwhelming display of force.

Qin Wentian paid them no mind. He surged ahead, reaching the forefront of Orchon and the others. Fan Le's arrows shielded him on both sides, each golden projectile tracing his steps precisely.

As Fan Le grew stronger, his mastery over his psychic force had reached a high level. Controlling the flight of his Astral Arrows was now second nature to him.

Directly in Qin Wentian's path stood Orchon, accompanied by Hou Tie and Chu Chen. Despite their superior numbers, Orchon felt his body grow weak in the face of Qin Wentian's overwhelming aura, as if he were an invincible demigod.

Bzzz! Qin Wentian moved like lightning, swift and deadly.

Qin Wentian's opening move was none other than the fearsome "Mountain Splitter" from the Great Dream Halberd Art. Infused with the power of his Bloodline Limit and amplified by the Fiend Transformation Art, the strike's might exceeded Orchon's wildest imagination. The ancient halberd further augmented its force.

But Orchon had no choice but to defend. His Divine Spear extended like a blooming lotus, releasing millions of silver filaments of light that blanketed the battlefield.

Yet, Qin Wentian's halberd proved its dominance. With an overbearing aura, it shattered the lotus with ease. The lotus petals turned to fragments and dispersed in the wind. The halberd's unstoppable momentum pierced Orchon's heart, stunning onlookers. Then, Qin Wentian roared in rage and raised Orchon's impaled body high.

"Stand in my way, meet your doom!"

His furious voice echoed in the air. The Royal Academy's fighters froze, their eyes fixed on Orchon's lifeless form suspended in the air.

A single strike, a single death.

Time seemed to come to a halt. The Yuanfu cultivators from the Ou Clan, hovering above, turned pale. What a brutal display!

Below the Yuanfu level, no one except Qin Wentian could exude such overwhelming power.

An elder from the Ou Clan trembled with uncontainable rage. A bulging green vein throbbed on his forehead, and he yearned to tear Qin Wentian apart. But he couldn't act on his impulse.

The "war" had its unspoken rules, known to both academies. In these chaotic clashes between their "armies," participants could freely slay their opponents. Yuanfu cultivators, the real experts, had yet to join the fray, as they feared the consequences. The moment Yuanfu-level fighters entered, cold-blooded killings of Arterial Circulation cultivators would trigger the endgame, rendering them mere cannon fodder. Neither academy wanted to escalate to that point unless they were certain of their advantage.

Chu Tianjiao shared this sentiment. He didn't want the war to reach the endgame state just yet. Despite their numerical superiority, the Royal Academy's advantage in Yuanfu-level experts wasn't as significant as they wished. He preferred to chip away at the Emperor Star Academy's strength, reducing their numbers even further. After the students of the Emperor Star Academy were eradicated, the academy would have no reason to exist, right?

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However, if Chu Tianjiao rushed headlong into the "end game," allowing the battle's scale to balloon, he couldn't be completely confident of his own safety. What if the Emperor Star Academy had a covert task force of seasoned experts waiting to gang up on him and take him down? Who could guarantee his survival in such a scenario?

So, until the very last moment, Chu Tianjiao hesitated to escalate the conflict to that point. He understood that the Emperor Star Academy wouldn't deploy its Yuanfu cultivators first either. If they did, the Royal Academy would respond in kind. It was common knowledge that Arterial Circulation cultivators stood no chance against Yuanfu-level opponents. The Emperor Star Academy wouldn't want to witness their students being slaughtered mercilessly.

Therefore, both academies adhered to these unspoken rules, allowing their Arterial Circulation students to engage first.

Breaking this fragile balance was unthinkable.

After Qin Wentian's victorious battle against Orchon, the conflict reignited with even greater fervor. The Emperor Star Academy's students were driven by soaring spirits, launching frenzied attacks.

Simultaneously, many aimed to encircle Qin Wentian, their intentions plain to see. If he were to perish amidst the chaos of this battle, it would only confirm his inadequacy. Even if Gongyang Hong sought retribution, who would he target? None of the Yuanfu cultivators moved against Qin Wentian.

Yet, every time Qin Wentian claimed a life from the Royal Academy, it sent shivers down their spines.

Qin Wentian's current strength far surpassed that displayed at the Jun Lin Banquet. It was no wonder Sikong Mingyue couldn't match him and was swiftly defeated.

Utilizing the Garuda Movement Technique, Qin Wentian moved like the wind, unleashing a pressure as heavy as mountains. With his left palms, he thrust forth, while his ancient halberd in his right hand carved a path of blood. He was an unstoppable force.

Luo Cheng's sabre, Yu Fei's sword, Luo Huan's precise control, and Fan Le's arrows synchronized seamlessly with Qin Wentian's every move. They moved like a well-oiled killing machine, dismantling the formations of the Royal Academy's students.

BOOOM! Deafening roars reverberated as a barrage of palm shadows surged toward Qin Wentian, attempting to engulf him. Chu Chen loomed behind, augmenting the attackers' power. In battles like these, his Astral Soul's influence was at its peak.

Qin Wentian's ancient halberd danced gracefully, conjuring the illusion of the Xuanwu Turtle that encircled him. Despite the amplifications, their combined onslaught failed to breach his impervious defense.

Sizzzz! A brilliant light shimmered as the ancient halberd sliced through the air with elegance. Qin Wentian flickered, seemingly treading on air as he advanced toward Chu Chen. Simultaneously, he executed the Fallen Mountain Palms technique with both feet, propelling himself forward.

Chu Chen's face contorted with dread. He understood that given Qin Wentian's current might, if he set his sights on killing someone, that person would meet their end.

Desperately, Chu Chen retreated, but it seemed Fan Le had predicted Qin Wentian's intentions. He released a volley of arrows that blocked Chu Chen's escape routes.

Chu Chen's countenance turned a sickly shade. Qin Wentian's captivating eyes unleashed a piercing glare, ensnaring Chu Chen's consciousness in a dreamlike trance. Lost in the abyss of Qin Wentian's eyes, Chu Chen couldn't summon any form of defense.

Chi!

Even as the ancient halberd cleaved into his skull, Chu Chen remained entranced in his reverie, oblivious to his impending demise. That brief lapse in concentration sealed his fate.

Orchon had met his end, and now Chu Chen from the Royal Clan joined him in death.

These two had once ranked among the top cultivators in the Jun Lin Banquet. Witnessing their fall, the Yuanfu cultivators from the Royal Academy turned ashen.

Despite their overwhelming numerical advantage, it appeared that everything was futile before Qin Wentian. His formation alone sliced through the Royal Academy's formations effortlessly, showcasing unmatched power.

In the realm of Arterial Circulation, Qin Wentian stood unrivaled.

Resplendent light gleamed in the eyes of those from the Emperor Star Academy. When Qin Wentian had volunteered to be the vanguard, they had worried about him falling into a deadly encirclement. But witnessing his absolute combat prowess now, their fears vanished into thin air.

As long as no Yuanfu cultivator stepped onto the battlefield, Qin Wentian was invincible.

Among Arterial Circulation cultivators, even when considering those from the Nine Mystical Palace, Qin Wentian was the undisputed champion. He reigned supreme below the Yuanfu level!