Force

Force...

Members of the Sword Extinction Sect were renowned for their mastery of sword techniques, boasting Sword-type Astral Souls along with a profound understanding of the Mandate of Swords.

Swords, due to their inherent sharpness, significantly enhanced an individual's offensive power. A cultivator at the sixth level of Yuanfu from the Sword Extinction Sect, employing innate sword techniques, could possess sufficient combat strength to contend even against opponents at the seventh, eighth, or ninth levels of Yuanfu. This attribute earned Sword Cultivators the reputation of having unparalleled attack power.

Yet, to everyone's astonishment, Qin Wentian chose to catch hold of their razor-sharp swords with his bare hands.

Demonic qi enshrouded Qin Wentian's palms, causing a brief pause in the two swordsmen's movements before they reacted swiftly. They infused their swords with sword qi, increasing their sharpness many times over. The swords vibrated violently as the two swordsmen changed their tactics, interchanging their positions and executing a synchronized cross-slash aimed at Qin Wentian's neck.

However, Qin Wentian stood unfazed, calmly observing their actions. The swordsmen, on the other hand, turned pale as they realized their attack was futile.

Qin Wentian not only used his bare hands to catch their swords, but he was also now allowing them to attack him freely.

Even Lin Haotian was dumbstruck, his gaze locked onto the unfolding scene. How was this possible? His two companions were incredibly skilled, yet despite having the freedom to attack at will, they couldn't penetrate Qin Wentian's defense.

"Sword Extinction Sect? With the limited strength you possess, you dare seek a confrontation with me?" Qin Wentian's voice was composed as he spoke. Thanks to the Fiend Transformation Art, his physique had been elevated to the level of demons. And now, his body was even more robust compared to ordinary humans.

When human capabilities were compared to those of demonic beasts, an average human sixth level Yuanfu cultivator couldn't hold a candle to a demonic beast of the same rank. Only sword cultivators of equivalent levels could potentially breach their defenses. However, Qin Wentian was an exception. His physique rivaled that of a demon, fortified further by his will of the Mandate of Demons. Coupled with his Mandate of Force reaching the Perfection Boundary and constantly circulating within his body, his defensive capabilities were nothing short of astounding.

In light of this, Qin Wentian could effortlessly dismiss his opponents' assaults.

The two swordsmen opted for retreat. Despite being exceptional geniuses who gained entry to the Unmatched Realm, if they couldn't even breach Qin Wentian's defense, this clash would be futile.

As they retreated, Qin Wentian's palms transformed into a demonic state. He propelled two palm imprints that crashed onto the bodies of the swordsmen.

"BOOM!" An earsplitting explosion resounded. Not only were they incapable of penetrating Qin Wentian's defense, but they also couldn't withstand even a casual strike from him.

"That strength…" Ouyang Kuangsheng's eyes gleamed with a sharp intensity. He himself wasn't entirely certain if he could withstand that attack; its power was overwhelmingly formidable.

Qin Wentian shifted his focus to Lin Haotian, who returned his gaze but hadn't initiated an attack.

"Why aren't you attacking?" Qin Wentian's grin turned sinister. A flicker of dread swept across Lin Haotian's eyes. Having witnessed Qin Wentian's earlier display of power, Lin Haotian suspected he might not be a match for him. Defeat here would deal a catastrophic blow to his reputation—a chosen from the Sword Extinction Sect losing to someone of lower cultivation level? How could he live down that humiliation? However, surrounded by an audience, fleeing was not an option.

"It seems you've grown stronger. You're finally worth my attention," Lin Haotian declared. His sword intent surged in tumultuous waves, conjuring a violent windstorm centered around him. With each stride, the force of his sword might bore down on Qin Wentian.

The atmosphere resonated with the humming of his sword intent.

"A powerful stance indeed. His initial understanding of the Mandate of Swords has already reached the Transformation Boundary." Spectators keenly felt the sword might enveloping Qin Wentian, capable of cleaving through anything in its path. Although Qin Wentian's defense was astonishingly robust, it seemed improbable for it to endure against Lin Haotian's sword might.

"BOOM!"

Lin Haotian advanced, intensifying the pressure of his sword might. Even those at a distance sensed the sharpness radiating from him.

Another step, and the entirety of the sword might congealed, his sweeping strike unleashing the Extinction Swordplay—a lethal technique directed at Qin Wentian.

Sword Extinction Sect's Extinction Swordplay. A solitary sword evoking cries from ghosts and demons, eradicating all life under the heavens.

Within that sword, Qin Wentian sensed a dread-filled aura, along with Lin Haotian's unwavering belief in his attack's power.

"Isn't Lin Haotian being excessively ruthless? This sword technique could potentially end Qin Wentian's life, transgressing the Unmatched Realm's unspoken rules."

"I beg to differ. He likely intends to employ his utmost attack to gauge Qin Wentian's true strength. He must understand that this will merely inflict injury, not go as far as to claim his life. After all, Qin Wentian's might is truly exceptional."

Conversations buzzed through the crowd, a mixture of discussion and astonishment directed at the Sword Extinction Sect's chosen. Upon initiating his move, all sensed the overwhelming force behind his strike.

Meanwhile, Qin Wentian remained unfazed. Astral Energy within his Yuanfu surged while demonic qi enveloped his entire form.

At the peak of the seventh level of Yuanfu, Lin Haotian's prowess equated to an eighth-level cultivator. In fact, his combat capabilities surpassed those of most standard eighth-level Yuanfu cultivators.

His arrogance was well-founded, supported by his immense power.

Yet, Qin Wentian remained stationary despite Lin Haotian's escalation. His presence was akin to an unyielding mountain—invulnerable to the mounting pressure.

And at last, when Lin Haotian's aura peaked, his form seemed to meld into a sword, heightening the potency of his preceding attack.

Simultaneously, Qin Wentian sprung into action. Advancing a single step, his motion resonated with the wrathful roar of an ancient primal beast, capable of trembling the heavens and earth. An aura of absolute authority enveloped him, as if he commanded the entire surroundings.

The radiant sword beams were blinding, forcing onlookers to shield their eyes. Amidst the tumultuous uproar, a deep roar reverberated—a testament to the power of extinction.

Lin Haotian was poised for one strike, the apex of his repertoire, an attack that encapsulated his entire sword might in a concentrated form. He hadn't planned on showing restraint with Qin Wentian.

But in the next heartbeat, the mighty sword shattered, replaced by a spurt of fresh blood. His chest caved inward, displaying a daunting palm imprint etched into his flesh. An impossibly large hand choked his throat.

"HOW CAN THIS BE?!" Lin Haotian quaked in terror. His ultimate move had been dismantled by sheer strength—utter, unadulterated strength. Had Qin Wentian truly mastered the Perfection Boundary of the Mandate of Force?

Still, how could Qin Wentian, a cultivator at the sixth level of Yuanfu, disassemble his definitive strike?

"Do I even need Divine Inscriptions to handle you? It seems a Sword Extinction Sect genius falls short." Qin Wentian's grip on Lin Haotian shifted, flinging him aside with a force that propelled him through the air. A deafening crash resounded in the distance, drawing the crowd's attention. Tremors raced through their frames as they observed Lin Haotian's collision with a remote mountain.

The realization dawned upon them—Qin Wentian, having ascended to the sixth level, was nothing short of terrifying. He'd summarily and entirely outmatched a monstrous Sword Extinction Sect prodigy.

Fixing his gaze on Yue Bingying, a glint of intensity shimmered in Qin Wentian's eyes. "You wanted to spar with me, didn't you? Do you now consider me qualified for such an exchange?"

Yue Bingying trembled involuntarily as she caught sight of Qin Wentian's intense gaze. His strength was overwhelmingly potent, suggesting that he had likely mastered the Perfection Boundary, considering he'd subdued Lin Haotian so thoroughly.

While she held considerable power, it didn't exceed Lin Haotian's by a substantial margin. Pitted against him, she couldn't guarantee the same mastery that Qin Wentian had displayed. Consequently, she understood that if she clashed with him now, her defeat was certain.

"No wonder you've secured the approval of the thirty-six eccentrics. Your prowess is undeniably commendable," Yue Bingying quipped, opting to resort to words rather than action.

"And?" Qin Wentian locked eyes with her, his tone brimming with expectation.

Yue Bingying's brows knitted. And?

She'd expressed her sentiment because she'd recognized his capabilities, acknowledging his strength.

"I concede that your talent is indeed formidable," she admitted with a forced smile.

A cold laugh escaped Qin Wentian. "Do you think this matter can be settled with a mere statement like 'your talent is indeed formidable'? You summoned someone to bring me to you, disrupting my breakthrough. Now that I stand before you, do you truly believe a sentence can neatly conclude this? Just who do you think you are?"

Yue Bingying's smile evaporated, her expression darkening. What more was there to say?

She'd already extended a degree of courtesy to Qin Wentian by making those comments. She considered it a form of compromise, a resolution.

Yet, Qin Wentian refused to show her any semblance of respect.

"What is it you desire then?" Yue Bingying demanded.

Qin Wentian held her gaze steadily. "Now, come here and offer an apology. That should put this matter to rest."

Yue Bingying's demeanor shifted immediately. An apology? Was he jesting? This was far from amusing.

Bystanders displayed incredulous expressions. Qin Wentian wanted Yue Bingying to apologize?

Wasn't that excessively audacious?

Ignoring Yue Bingying's identity as an individual from the Azure Emperor Palace, she was also the associate of Situ Po, who remained present within the Unmatched Realm! Yet Qin Wentian dared to demand that she apologize?

"Monstrous talent exists widely within the Unmatched Realm. Requesting an apology from me? Do you even possess the capacity to bear the weight of that request?" Yue Bingying's voice turned ice-cold, laden with a veiled threat.

A gust of fury surged through Qin Wentian. Without further ado, he unleashed a violent gale and took a determined stride toward Yue Bingying.

Words, he believed, were futile at this point. His reserved nature extended to his speech, and thanks to Yue Bingying's whims, he had been burdened with a slew of troubles. If not for his own power, the Sword Extinction Sect would have subjected him to merciless humiliation. Demanding an apology from Yue Bingying wasn't excessive; it was a reasonable course of action. Yet even so, she attempted to intimidate him. In the face of this, Qin Wentian deemed words superfluous.

Yue Bingying's expression plummeted, and she retreated hastily while her Astral Soul ignited with a blinding radiance. Yet, the aura emanating from Qin Wentian enveloped the entire area, suffocating as though confronting an ancient, primal beast.

"Garuda's Chop, Dragon's Shout, Lion's Howl, Kirin's Arm, Ape's Madness..." The onlookers marveled as the weight of Qin Wentian's attack pressed down on Yue Bingying. She found herself utterly subdued, ultimately crashing mercilessly onto the ground and expelling a torrent of blood. Gone was her elegance, replaced by a pitiful semblance akin to a beggar.

Qin Wentian hovered in the air, gazing down at her with disdain. Yue Bingying's voice quivered in a cold shriek. "Situ Po will never forgive you!"

"I, Qin Wentian, will take responsibility for my actions. If Situ Po seeks retribution on your behalf, he's welcome to find me. However, don't you think it's pathetic to continually invoke his name just because you're associated with him? Are you a courtesan who traded her body for the privilege? Your actions have tarnished the Azure Emperor Palace's reputation. To the uninitiated, it would seem that the palace merely churns out promiscuous individuals."

Qin Wentian swept his sleeves and departed. His words left Yue Bingying oscillating between ashen and flushed, so infuriated that she involuntarily expelled another spurt of blood.

The bystanders privately rooted for Qin Wentian. He was every bit as audacious as rumored. Situ Po was bound to hunt him down after this altercation.

In the wake of this event, Qin Wentian was surely in for regret. Despite his formidable combat prowess, he couldn't possibly match Situ Po. Be it cultivation level or Mandate mastery, Situ Po far surpassed Qin Wentian.