Killing Wang Teng

Killing Wang Teng...

Today was the grand opening of the Chu Emperor District, and the spectator's stand was packed with people from all corners of the Royal Capital. No one wanted to miss the life-and-death battle between Qin Wentian and the three powerhouses at the second level of Yuanfu.

For Ye Wuque, declining the challenge wasn't an option if he wanted to keep his 'genius' status intact. After all, he was Ye Wuque, the most outstanding cultivator among the younger generation of the Ye Clan, possessing a second-level Yuanfu cultivation base. Turning down the battle was out of the question.

Qin Wentian had arrived well before the appointed time, sitting on a dueling platform with his eyes closed. His expression remained serene, as if he were oblivious to the intense scrutiny from the spectators.

Mustang, Luo Huan, and Fan Le were also in attendance. They wouldn't miss such a crucial battle for anything.

Even Chu Tianjiao was present, sitting on the Azure Dragon Jadeite Seat with a look of anticipation. He was genuinely curious about how Qin Wentian could be so confident in defeating Ye Wuque, Wu Chong, and Wang Teng.

Bai Qingsong and Autumn Snow were among the spectators as well. Autumn Snow couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of emotions as she watched Qin Wentian. If she hadn't witnessed it herself, she would never have believed that Qin Wentian would challenge Ye Wuque to a duel. Could he really win?

Inexplicably, in Autumn Snow's heart, she found herself willing to believe that Qin Wentian could defeat Ye Wuque.

Qiu Mo, on the other hand, couldn't resist making a sarcastic remark. "Look at how much effort the Emperor Star Academy had to put in to protect him. If he dies here after issuing a Life-and-Death Contract, he'll become the laughingstock of the country." He glared up at Qin Wentian from below the platform, his expression cold.

In the past, Qiu Mo had never held a liking for Qin Wentian and had been embroiled in numerous conflicts with him. Witnessing Qin Wentian's growth now naturally ignited a sense of displeasure within him.

Luo Huan chuckled softly as she fixed her gaze on Qiu Mo. "Oh, do you recall how much of a loser you were back then? You were at the Yuanfu realm while Junior Brother Qin was only at the Arterial Circulation realm. All you knew was how to use sarcastic remarks and the advantage of a higher cultivation base to bully him. I wonder, if he were to just slap you once, would you keel over and die?"

Qiu Mo's expression froze. His cultivation level still remained at the first level of Yuanfu, the same as Sikong Mingyue's when she was defeated with a single palm strike. He could only respond with a disdainful snort while suppressing the jealousy that surged within him.

Just then, several figures suddenly materialized in the sky. These figures were none other than Ye Wuque, Wu Chong, and Wang Teng.

Ye Wuque donned white attire and was as handsome as ever. Wu Chong carried a distinctly demonic air, while Wang Teng exuded an overwhelming aura of arrogance. The trio hovered in the air, casting cold, disdainful gazes down at Qin Wentian. Despite being extraordinary geniuses at the second level of Yuanfu, their pride and dignity had been sullied by the challenge from a mere cultivator of the 1st level Yuanfu.

"If you happen to die in today's life-and-death battle, are you so sure that there will be no one to avenge your death?" Wang Teng stared at Qin Wentian as he uttered his icy words.

Implicitly, Wang Teng referred to Diyi. If Diyi chose to avenge Qin Wentian's death, no force within Chu could impede him.

"If Qin Wentian falls in battle today, I assure you that no one from my side will seek retribution. However, should any of your allies dare to interfere in this duel, they must be prepared to bear the consequences themselves." Beneath the platform, Ren Qianxing's cold gaze bore into the three figures above. Qin Wentian's audacious issuance of the Life-and-Death Contract had fueled Ren Qianxing's unwavering belief in him.

"Fine. We're three against one. How do you wish to meet your demise?" Wang Teng's question dripped with hostility, his voice frigid as ice.

Qin Wentian spread his arms as he stood up, his countenance exuding tranquility. His composed demeanor clearly indicated that he didn't even consider them worthy of his attention. This level of indifference ignited a spark of anger within Wang Teng. Fueled by his frustration, Wang Teng's aura surged with the sharpness of a sword, and he descended towards Qin Wentian.

Within Qin Wentian's body, Astral Energy swirled within his Yuanfu while his bloodline's seals pulsed with an agitated energy. His very aura underwent a transformation.

His raven-black hair danced in the wind, his eyes adopted a demon-like intensity, and his physique appeared more robust and statuesque. A crimson glint shimmered within his eyes.

"All of you, come at me together."

Qin Wentian's voice remained calm, but as its echoes reached the ears of the onlookers, it hit them like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky, leaving their eyes widened in disbelief.

Could they have misheard?

Ye Wuque, Wang Teng, and Wu Chong, all formidable experts at the second level of Yuanfu, were being challenged to face Qin Wentian simultaneously?

Among the spectators, many who had initially held confidence in Qin Wentian now started to doubt his sanity. They considered him excessively arrogant, bordering on the irrational.

"He truly doesn't comprehend the limits of his abilities," Qiu Mo remarked with a contemptuous laugh. Was Qin Wentian actively seeking his own death?

Mustang, however, gazed at Qin Wentian with a profound sense of admiration. He couldn't explain it, but he felt deeply moved.

Ye Wuque, Wu Chong, and Wang Teng were responsible for Mountain's death. Qin Wentian wasn't opting for one-on-one combat because he knew that if he killed one of them, the other two might refuse to fight. By challenging all three simultaneously, he left them no room to decline.

Mustang had absolute faith in Qin Wentian's abilities. If Qin Wentian said he would do it, he would undoubtedly achieve it.

This unwavering trust had been fostered over time. It was present when they were in Sky Harmony City, during the Jun Lin Banquet, and it remained steadfast now.

Luo Huan and Fan Le shared this same unwavering belief. Somehow, this young man had inspired them to have unshakable confidence in his abilities—an illogical yet profound emotion that stemmed from the depths of their hearts.

Ye Wuque, Wang Teng, and Wu Chong stood there in disbelief. Even the usually composed Ye Wuque couldn't contain his laughter. In his view, Qin Wentian was completely clueless, unaware of the impending doom that awaited him.

"The price of your recklessness is death," Ye Wuque declared, glancing at his comrades. "Since he wishes to embrace death so eagerly, let's oblige."

Simultaneously, the nine Astral Souls of the three cultivators manifested in dazzling starlight, illuminating the area as torrents of Astral Energy surged, mesmerizing the spectators.

"DIE!" Ye Wuque's roar reverberated, carrying a brutal intent that bore down on Qin Wentian. The three adversaries surged toward him with astonishing speed, conjuring a chaotic maelstrom of destruction.

Ye Wuque's attack resembled a flashing sword, emitting a multi-hued brilliance capable of piercing through anything.

Wu Chong's assault took on a demonic aspect, ferocious and overpowering, intimidating all who faced him.

Wang Teng's attack embodied the force of a war chariot, crushing everything in its path.

Their combined onslaught created a raging tempest, with Qin Wentian squarely in its crosshairs. The spectators' hearts raced as they imagined Qin Wentian being torn to shreds by this merciless onslaught. The maelstrom roared with malevolence.

But then, with a thunderous boom, Qin Wentian stepped forward, unleashing an overwhelming aura. Demonic energy and a crimson radiance converged around him, forming a protective cocoon. His long, obsidian hair stood as straight as swords.

With a slight tilt of his head, his eyes gleamed with a chilling, bloody demonic light. A single glance from him sent a suffocating pressure through the three assailants, yet they pressed on, unyielding in their intent to see Qin Wentian fall.

ROAR! A primal, furious roar erupted from Qin Wentian, as if he intended to shatter heaven and earth. His palms struck out, and the crowd felt that his aura mirrored that of an ancient demon, capable of conquering all. As the Thousand-Hands Imprint's ultimate form, the Great Thousand-Hands Imprint, surged forth, the space between Qin Wentian and his attackers filled with countless gigantic palm shadows. These collided head-on with the incoming maelstrom.

The tremendous explosion that followed lessened the ferocity of the maelstrom, turning it into a fierce afterblast that buffeted the onlookers. After the dust settled, Qin Wentian soared into the skies, carrying the three attackers with him as they ascended.

"KILL!" Qin Wentian's shout filled the air as he unleashed a barrage of sword rays while driving forward with his palms. His attacks surged with indomitable power.

The sight of Qin Wentian dragging his adversaries upward left the crowd dumbfounded. Was this even possible? It felt like an illusion; Qin Wentian seemed to possess the higher cultivation base, brimming with boundless energy.

"You're finished, Wang Teng," Qin Wentian's voice reached the audience as he executed the Dragon Capturing Hands, a top-tier Human-Graded innate technique. With his current cultivation, this technique allowed him to subdue a demonic dragon. His hands transformed into blood-red dragon claws, reaching for Wang Teng.

The three attackers wore unsightly expressions. Howling wildly, they spun through the air, increasing their distance from Qin Wentian. Their Yuanfu exploded with Astral Energy, granting them sudden bursts of strength. Then, they launched a barrage of various innate techniques, all aimed at Qin Wentian.

In response, Qin Wentian extended his left palm, summoning a fearsome, crimson mountain peak. It surged forward, slamming toward Ye Wuque and Wu Chong. Qin Wentian had perfected his Falling Mountain Palms, especially after converting Astral Energy absorbed from the Heavenly Hammer Constellation into Mountain-type Divine Energy within his body. This enhancement made his innate technique even more formidable.

Ye Wuque and Wu Chong unleashed their attacks with frantic intensity, tearing through the mountain peak. However, simultaneously, Qin Wentian's right draconic claw closed in on Wang Teng.

"SCRAM!" Wang Teng bellowed as his Astral Souls descended. His dual-handed strike carried the force of ten thousand stampeding horses. But Qin Wentian's Dragon Capturing Hands, infused with Sword-type Divine Energy, possessed unparalleled sharpness. It effortlessly shattered Wang Teng's attack. Panic gripped Wang Teng as he hastily retreated. Yet, Qin Wentian's draconic claws seemed to extend like those of a demon. With lightning speed, they closed around Wang Teng's head.

"NOOOOOOO!" Terror distorted Wang Teng's face. Staring at Qin Wentian, he felt as if he were facing an invincible demon king.

"Goodbye." A crisp crack resonated as Qin Wentian's draconic claws crushed Wang Teng's skull. The gruesome, blood-splattered scene left the spectators frozen, seemingly unable to grasp reality.

Could that truly have been an attack from a cultivator at the first level of Yuanfu?

Even the second-level Yuanfu cultivators in the crowd felt their hearts quake. If they were in Wang Teng's place, they too would have been defenseless against that attack, leaving them vulnerable to Qin Wentian's lethal precision.

As they gazed upon Qin Wentian, he was no longer the youth they had known. He had grown immensely powerful.

That young man had matured and now possessed the ability to look down upon all the supposed 'geniuses' of Chu, marching toward an era that belonged solely to him!