Death of Yan Tie

Death of Yan Tie...

"Since your abilities can't even measure up, you'd better step out of here," Qin Wentian's voice resounded, leaving behind an aftertaste of utmost sharpness. Ghaus's gaze turned into daggers, emitting a glint of terrifying intensity.

The audacity of those words stunned everyone around. How could Qin Wentian, with his limited experience and status, utter such audacious remarks?

"Haha, how amusing. Not only has the White Deer Institute lost, but now it's also embroiled in internal strife," Yan Tie chuckled, malice oozing from his expression. The prospect of Qin Wentian taking the bait delighted him. This was his chance to finally eliminate him.

"Before you give me an answer for your insolence, remember that I'm Ghaus, a Grandmaster. Don't think you can act recklessly without consequences," Ghaus shot back, his façade of calmness masking the rage underneath.

"Grandmaster Ghaus, as you've already been defeated, it's time for you to step back. The White Deer Institute needs to continue the battle," Bailu Yi intervened. She understood Qin Wentian's capabilities well, confident he could craft peak-tier third-ranked Divine Inscriptions. Ghaus's conduct had left her incredulous, making her side with Qin Wentian.

Ghaus's expression tightened as he turned to Bailu Yi. "I came here at the request of the White Deer Institute. Had it not been for me, how would you have survived until the third test? Without me, you would've been eliminated long ago. And even in my defeat, it was at the hands of a joint attack from the others. SO, HOW DO YOU RESPOND? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"

A glint of frost flashed in Bailu Yi's eyes.

"Absurd! In the first test, it was evident that Qin Wentian possessed the strongest perception among the participants. With or without you, it would have made no difference. In the second test, although you managed to exit the formation on your own, didn't Qin Wentian and I also break free by our own means? As for surviving until the third test – whether you were there or not, it wouldn't have changed a thing. Your contribution was negligible," she responded with a bite in her words.

Bailu Yi chose not to dwell on that point any longer. Ghaus's Inscription for the third round had already crumbled. Unspoken words sometimes carried a louder resonance.

"While my White Deer Institute did extend an invitation to Grandmaster Ghaus for this exchange, respect is something that's earned, not freely given. Qin Wentian is also an invitee of our Institute. Since you've lost, so be it. But must your words be so dripping with sarcasm? Even in defeat, Grandmaster Qin stands strong. He can still represent our Institute in the third test."

Bailu Yi continued, "Your obsession with personal glory blinds you to the essence of teamwork. So, might I remind you of your own words? 'Useless baggage, tell me what use do you have?'"

"Marvelous, just marvelous..." Ghaus's face reddened with anger at Bailu Yi's words. He could never have anticipated that a junior would dare address him in such a manner.

"Careful with your tone, Little Yi," the large-eyed Elder chimed in, seeing Bailu Yi was obviously supporting Qin Wentian. He sighed inwardly. Indeed, at their age, girls tended to side with the ones they loved. But then again, given his delayed intervention, it was evident that even the large-eyed Elder wasn't pleased with Ghaus's behavior.

"Grandmaster Ghaus, perhaps it's best you step back now?" the large-eyed Elder suggested.

Ghaus's expression darkened, and he cast a cold glare at Qin Wentian. "When this exchange concludes, we will settle our differences."

With that, he turned on his heel, leaving with a flounce. However, his lingering aura of hostility was palpable.

"How intriguing," Yan Tie chortled. "I'll handle this pup."

"Sure thing," the three brothers chimed in. Yan Tie's desire to eliminate Qin Wentian had nothing to do with them. They decided to sit back and enjoy the spectacle.

Among the Leng Clan, a glint of ice flashed in Leng Lin's eyes as she muttered, "Kill him."

She'd overheard her father, Leng Jie's, words earlier. Yan Tie's proposition was that, for every slot the Leng Clan sought, they'd have to sacrifice a female of direct lineage. This put her in the line of fire. All of this chaos stemmed from Qin Wentian. HE HAD TO DIE.

The members of the Leng Clan all wore ice-cold expressions. For them, Qin Wentian had to be eliminated. Choosing Yan Tie as their ally solidified Qin Wentian as their common enemy. To them, leaving him alive served no purpose.

The youth from the Demon Cult lingered on the sidelines, eyes trained on unfolding events.

Yan Tie flashed a demonic smile at Qin Wentian. "Rest assured, I won't grant you the release of a swift death. I'll make you beg for mercy a thousand times over before granting you the sweet embrace of oblivion."

Qin Wentian's gaze on Yan Tie radiated an almost unbearable, chilling intent.

He'd declared it before—he was determined to end Yan Tie's life today.

If he couldn't achieve this, how could he ever face Leng Ning again?

It wasn't just Yan Tie; Yan Kong and Leng Jian too would pay for their roles in Leng Ning's tragic demise.

The very family that had driven her to her death would find their retribution today.

And Yan Tie would be the first to receive it.

With a swift motion, Yan Tie ascended into the air, his conjured spectral face looming over him. The frigid eyes of the specter bore into Qin Wentian, sending shivers down his spine.

Taking a step forward, Qin Wentian's Astral Energy surged. Observers felt an inexplicable pull, a vortex materializing and devouring everything in its path. The sound of the vortex's roar grew deafening as its size expanded, consuming Heaven and Earth's Qi without relent.

In the heart of this tempest, a glint of razor-sharpness suddenly materialized.

Within the vortex's core, an abundance of razor-sharp swords manifested. Their collective sword intents intertwined, forming ceaseless cascades of blades that surged forward with relentless power.

"What manner of Divine Inscription is this?" The crowd's eyes narrowed as they locked onto the intricate Inscription Qin Wentian had crafted. The sword intent multiplied exponentially, each birthed sword within the vortex seemingly without cost. The effect was like a snowball rolling down a mountainside, gathering momentum with every passing moment.

Yan Tie snorted, disdain in his eyes. With a flick of his wrist, the ominous visage he conjured split open, revealing its blood-soaked maw as it charged toward Qin Wentian's Inscription.

The energy emanating from the unyielding waves of swords propelled Qin Wentian into the air. His lethal intent merged seamlessly with the formidable sword energies, enveloping the platform in an aura of palpable dread.

"PERISH!"

In an instant, Qin Wentian thrust his sword fingers, and the torrent of sword waves surged forth akin to a tsunami. The surroundings grew hushed, only the hum of the swords' resonance filled the air.

Yan Tie froze, his expression contorting in displeasure. Sinister beams of light radiated from the visage's malevolent eyes, meeting the sword waves head-on.

"Puchi, puchi..."

The sword barrage annihilated all, millions of gleaming blades impaling the monstrous face. Yan Tie struggled to maintain control over the form materialized by his Inscription.

Qin Wentian made another gesture, commanding the multitude of sword waves to coalesce, forming a towering, colossal sword. Its radiance was so brilliant it seemed capable of illuminating the Nine Heavenly Layers themselves.

As the sword took shape, the sky shifted hues. With one mighty slash, shockwaves propagated, rending space and creating myriad fractures. In a single motion, the immense visage crumbled. Yet, the assault didn't end there—the colossal sword continued its path, aimed squarely at Yan Tie.

Yan Tie's expression shifted drastically. Reacting quickly, he summoned a legion of Puppets, positioning them as a barrier to intercept the colossal sword's advance.

"Feeble," Qin Wentian uttered icily. His sword fingers thrust forth once more, releasing the colossal sword's power. The impact caused the colossal sword to burst into a shower of deadly beauty. The sword Qi exuding from the rain of blades was so sharp that Yan Tie's Puppets couldn't withstand even a split second, disintegrating into dust instantaneously.

"I SURRENDER!" Yan Tie bellowed, his voice dripping with terror. He pivoted on his heel and fled down the platform with all the speed he could muster. However, Qin Wentian simply flicked his finger in Yan Tie's direction. The runic patterns of his Inscription shifted once more, the vortex absorbing the rain of swords. Gathering the sword intent to its zenith, Qin Wentian unleashed an overpowering sword beam, rupturing the fabric of space itself. The beam created an encircling sphere of sword light that entrapped Yan Tie.

"Shuuurm!"

Onlookers paled, aghast at the unfolding spectacle. All eyes were on Qin Wentian, seeing him in a new light. Suspended in mid-air, he gazed down at Yan Tie with a regal demeanor, a frigid rage radiating from his eyes. It was evident that Yan Tie's fate was sealed—death was the only outcome today.

"I've surrendered, you can't kill me!" Yan Tie's voice quivered in desperation.

"Why not?" Qin Wentian grinned, the expression mirroring that of a malevolent specter.

With his last words, the sphere of sword light collapsed.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!"

"BOOM!"

Yan Tie disintegrated into oblivion, his head alone remaining intact. His final expression etched in terror sent shivers down the spines of those who glimpsed it.

"I told you I'd end your life today."

Yan Tie was dead!

The third-ranked Divine Inscriptionist, initially favored to claim first place, had been vanquished by Qin Wentian's hand.

While many had doubted or scoffed at Qin Wentian's claim of being a third-ranked Divine Inscriptionist in the past, reality forced their skepticism to crumble. The immense power he employed to obliterate Yan Tie still lingered in the air.

Among the Yan Clan members, shock and disbelief painted their faces. Yan Tie, dead?

Yan Tie's demise guaranteed that the Yan Clan would not secure a spot in the top three of the exchange. Their dreams of accessing the secret realm had been shattered.

Indeed, rumors of the feud between Yan Tie and Qin Wentian had circulated, yet they'd brushed them aside. How could a young upstart overcome Yan Tie? But now, reality spoke louder than assumptions—Qin Wentian was truly capable of killing Yan Tie.

As their hostile glares bore into Qin Wentian, they radiated boundless hatred. He had robbed them of their coveted entry to the realm of trials.

Yan Kong's heart swelled with enmity, mixed with an undercurrent of trepidation. Even his formidable uncle Yan Tie had fallen? Could this truly be reality?

Faces of the Leng Clan members were etched with dumbfoundedness, a sheer aura of disbelief overwhelming them.

Yan Tie's demise led to an inevitable quandary—what about the slots he had pledged to secure for them? Even if they adhered to his conditions, sacrificing one girl per slot, it was all in vain now. Their aspirations had disintegrated alongside Yan Tie's lifeless body.

However, a bitter twist of irony lay beneath the surface. The one who crushed their dreams was none other than someone they had once written off: Qin Wentian!

A time existed when befriending Qin Wentian was within their grasp. Yet, in favor of staying on Yan Tie's good side, they had stuck to their resolution to sacrifice Leng Ning. Tragically, this choice not only severed any possibility of winning Qin Wentian's support but also twisted the relationship into one of rivalry.

In the end, their own decisions obliterated their prospects, leaving them with a stark realization—they had shattered their own hopes.