Total Suppression

Total Suppression...

It had been an eternity it seemed since Qin Wentian had last faced off against an opponent. Just when doubts about his strength began to swirl, the once radiant talent, Luo Qianqiu, now served merely as a backdrop to Qin Wentian's glory.

The knot of anxiety that had been coiled tightly in Qin Chuan's heart finally unraveled. A warm smile danced in his eyes as he gazed at his son standing gracefully in mid-air.

"Wentian," Qin Chuan whispered emotionally. He was genuinely overjoyed. He had adopted Qin Wentian when he was just a child, nurturing him through thick and thin until he turned 16. Among the few who understood the immense effort Qin Wentian had put in and the biting sarcasm he had endured when his meridians were initially considered crippled. This ordeal lasted until he was 16, but before they could truly celebrate his recovery, the Qin Clan was thrown into turmoil by the schemes of the Royal Clan. Thankfully, all of that was now in the past. Qin Wentian was finally basking in the well-deserved radiance.

A peculiar glint flickered in Qin Wu's eyes, but his thoughts remained inscrutable to the others. Unexpectedly, Qin Wentian felt a foreboding sense of danger tingling in his senses. Several of Chu Tianjiao's Yuanfu experts who were already engaged in combat suddenly disengaged and darted towards him with synchronized precision, as if their actions had been premeditated.

"Be careful!" Ouyang Kuangsheng bellowed. Chu Mang swiftly reacted, summoning a colossal axe into his hands. As he wielded it, waves of formidable Mandate power surged forth.

The Great Axe Astral Soul was Chu Mang's third Astral Soul, condensed after he comprehended the Mandate of Arrows. Following Chu Wuwei's guidance, Chu Mang spent a considerable amount of time within the Dark Forest, tirelessly chopping trees day after day. Eventually, he reached a point where he believed he could split a tree right down the middle with just his will. This newfound resolve, he infused into his axe, magnifying its power dramatically.

Chu Wuwei, his well-read and knowledgeable elder brother, then informed him that the resolve he had acquired was akin to the first level insight into the Mandate of Axe – Beheader.

Chu Wuwei wasn't just a mentor to his younger brother; he also dedicated time to helping other talented but unfortunate orphans achieve their goals through cultivation. He guided them step by step, eventually forming a loyal group of individuals who willingly followed him, ready to sacrifice even their lives for his cause.

Of course, Chu Mang was well aware of how deeply his elder brother cared for this group of individuals. If that weren't the case, Chu Wuwei wouldn't hold such a revered position in their hearts.

As the attackers closed in, Chu Mang raised his axe and swung it down with the same focus he had when felling trees. A mysterious energy accompanied the strike, leaving a trail of golden light in its wake. The targeted Yuanfu cultivator didn't even have the chance to scream before his body was cleaved in two, blood raining down like a crimson storm.

"WHO DARES LAY A HAND ON HIM?" Chu Mang's roar reverberated with fury as he charged toward the other Yuanfu attackers. But then, Chu Tianjiao's finger pointed at Chu Wuwei, and he chuckled sinisterly, "Chu Mang, does your elder brother's life mean nothing to you now?"

Chu Mang's gaze snapped to where his brother was standing, only to witness another group of Yuanfu attackers hurtling toward Chu Wuwei, their murderous intent evident in their eyes. Mad with rage, Chu Mang turned and streaked towards Chu Wuwei at breakneck speed.

Chu Tianjiao's cold smile betrayed his understanding of Chu Mang's weakness. As long as Chu Wuwei was threatened, Chu Mang's focus would narrow to a single point. With Chu Mang guarding Chu Wuwei, how could Qin Wentian be dealt with?

Despite watching how mercilessly Qin Wentian had dispatched Luo Qianqiu, Chu Tianjiao's determination to kill him hadn't waned; it had grown stronger. He was resolute in his belief that Qin Wentian had to die today, thus putting an end to a future threat.

Simultaneously with Chu Mang's intervention, several experts emerged at Qin Wentian's side. These individuals had concealed their auras from the start, driven by a singular purpose – to assassinate Qin Wentian.

"GO HELP QIN WENTIAN!" One of his protectors sprinted over, while Chu Wuwei shouted, "Forget about me, focus on Third Brother!"

At that moment, Chu Tianjiao strode toward Qin Wentian, a lantern cradled in his palm.

With a flick, the lantern soared into the air, shattered by Chu Tianjiao's palm strike. Its light bathed the space around them, forming a radiant sphere encompassing Chu Tianjiao, Qin Wentian, and the assassins within.

Charging toward the scene, Chu Wuwei's protectors collectively aimed their attacks. The force they exerted seemed to vanish into a void; the sphere of light remained unscathed.

"This is the Liuli Lantern, a third-grade top-tier divine artifact for single use. Though the light sphere only endures for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, its sealing power surpasses that of similar third-grade items due to its one-time use nature. Yuanfu cultivators can't breach it; only Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns wield that authority."

Calmly, Chu Tianjiao elucidated, "Qin Wentian, your performance exceeded my expectations, to the point of killing Luo Qianqiu. I'm forced to expend this Liuli Lantern on you. Even if you die, take pride in that fact."

Chu Tianjiao's voice rang out, audible to those beyond the luminous barrier. Their faces contorted with frustration as they redoubled their efforts to shatter the sphere of light. Yet, as Chu Tianjiao had foretold, their endeavors were futile. Yuanfu-level cultivators simply lacked the power to breach it.

"Chu Tianjiao is collaborating with those other Yuanfu experts, and Qin Wentian is now in grave danger. Chu Mang, you acted too rashly," Chu Wuwei muttered, his brow furrowing. The onlookers nearby couldn't help but shift their attention to the scene, temporarily abandoning their battles. It was as if, for this moment, most of the cultivators had lost their desire to fight and were eager to witness the unfolding drama.

"Wentian..." Ren Qianxing, Mustang, and others from the Emperor Star Academy wore expressions of deep concern. Although Qin Wentian's talent was remarkable and his combat prowess astonishing, Chu Tianjiao ranked second among Chu's ten prodigies. Besides, who could say whether Chu Tianjiao possessed other formidable divine weapons apart from the Liuli Lantern?

Frustration gnawed at them. They had been careless, engrossed in the clash between Qin Wentian and Luo Qianqiu, to the point of forgetting about Chu Tianjiao.

"Qin Wentian, it's a shame you chose the wrong path. No matter how talented you are, you're destined to meet your end today," Chu Tianjiao declared with an eerie calmness. Deep down, he felt a trace of admiration for Qin Wentian. Yet, regardless of who it was, as long as they were his enemies, they had to die.

Qin Wentian didn't waste words. He advanced, exuding an ever-intensifying aura of demonic energy, while the iciness in his fiendish eyes grew more pronounced.

Simultaneously, an oppressive force weighed heavily on everyone in the vicinity. The presence of two formidable energy sources stirred unease in those within the sphere.

The first-level insight into the Mandate of Force, Strength, granted a twofold boost to the cultivator's power at the initial stage.

The first tier of the Mandate of Demon, Demonification, transformed the physique into something resembling a demon, imbuing the very essence of the human body with demonic qualities. This transformation unleashed a berserk state, multiplying attack power several times over at the initial stage.

On Qin Wentian's back, a pair of demonic Garuda Wings materialized. Unlike their previous illusory form, these wings now appeared corporeal, as real as they come.

"KILL HIM NOW!" Chu Tianjiao's face darkened. He sensed a terrifying transformation in Qin Wentian.

In an instant, the assassins sprang into action. Armed with razor-sharp swords and daggers, they moved like phantoms, striking to kill in the span of a breath.

However, Qin Wentian moved simultaneously. A gusty wind howled as he flickered and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Boom! A deafening crash echoed through the sphere of light as Qin Wentian seized one of the assailants by the head and smashed him headfirst into the barrier's wall. Crimson light gleamed ominously in his hands. The other assassins, who had now taken Qin Wentian's previous position, turned to see his incredible display of speed and strength, their faces twisted in disbelief.

"So fast!"

They had only seen a fleeting shadow earlier. Qin Wentian's speed exceeded that of flying demonic beasts, and his strength was nothing short of monstrous.

With a grin, Qin Wentian regarded the remaining attackers, his cold eyes locked on them. Then, he unleashed a palm strike, shattering the victim's skull in his grip.

With another sweep of his wings, he vanished once more. The confined space of the light sphere actually worked to his advantage, allowing him to push his incredible speed to its limits.

"Nine Heavenly Garuda Movement Technique – Yuanfu Manual," Ren Qianxing whispered, his heart racing. Qin Wentian had taken the Garuda Movement Technique to an unimaginable level, moving with the grace of a true garuda. It was as if he was born to master this innate technique.

This was the first time Ren Qianxing had witnessed someone execute the Nine Heavenly Garuda Movement Technique at such an extraordinary level.

Chi! Another head from one of the attackers rolled to the ground.

Terrified screams filled the air as yet another assailant's head exploded into fragments.

The assassins met their demise one by one. They had once been experts in the art of killing, but today, they found themselves as prey in Qin Wentian's deadly game. The sphere of light, designed to ensnare Qin Wentian, had become their own prison.

Naturally, these assassins weren't renowned for their combat prowess; their forte lay in sneak attacks and ambushes, exploiting the element of surprise. However, facing a freak like Qin Wentian, they could do nothing but await their slaughter.

Chu Tianjiao's face twisted with frustration as he watched the assassins fall one after another. What was happening? Even if the assassins weren't the most formidable fighters, how could they be so feeble that they couldn't withstand a single blow from Qin Wentian?

A fierce wind howled as Chu Tianjiao stepped forward, a dragon mark appearing on his palms. The enraged roar of a dragon resonated as he thrust his palms forward.

Qin Wentian's responding palms were like the surging waves of a tsunami. Only when their palms clashed did Chu Tianjiao realize the terrifying extent of Qin Wentian's strength. At the third level of Yuanfu, Chu Tianjiao had mastered the formidable innate technique known as the Seal of the True Dragon. Yet, Qin Wentian could effortlessly match his palm strikes.

"DIE!" Qin Wentian bellowed as the blood-red seal within him manifested on his palms. As Chu Tianjiao was forced into retreat, a golden ancient symbol materialized before him. It exuded a majestic aura that amplified the dragon roars from his Seal of the True Dragon by several times.

"Seems like your Majesty was too preoccupied with scheming and plotting to focus on your cultivation," Qin Wentian remarked coldly. He stood there like a sovereign, akin to a supreme ancient demon, radiating an overwhelming presence.

"Shut your mouth!" Chu Tianjiao shouted coldly as he activated the golden symbol. But in that very moment, a blood-red stone monument rose into the air, hovering above Qin Wentian. Suddenly, BOOM. Chu Tianjiao felt his blood racing at an explosive pace, his heart pounding in sync.

"Do you think you're the only one with divine artifacts?" Qin Wentian waved his hands, sending the Yellow Springs Monuments hurtling toward Chu Tianjiao. Panic filled Chu Tianjiao's eyes; he couldn't comprehend what was happening. Veins bulged on his face as his blood vessels expanded. The pounding in his chest threatened to drive him to madness. Whether in cultivation or competing with divine artifacts, Chu Tianjiao remained the inferior.

"It's time to end this charade." Qin Wentian pointed at the monument, its crimson glow intensifying as he poured his will into it. Chu Tianjiao groaned, spitting out fresh blood as he stood defeated.

Qin Wentian soared upward, hovering above Chu Tianjiao in the space above.

A profound regret overwhelmed Chu Tianjiao as he looked up, seeing how Qin Wentian loomed over him with imperious authority. Why hadn't he extinguished Qin Wentian's life when he had the chance? Now, there was no room for remorse; it was already too late.

Would everything truly conclude on this fateful day?