Utter Domination

Utter Domination...

Following his battle with Chen Wang, Qin Wentian sequestered himself within the cave, reluctant to emerge.

Yet now, he had resurfaced, and his power had evidently grown in comparison to a few days earlier. It was likely he had reached the eighth level of Yuanfu, considering how Hua Feng couldn't withstand a single blow from him. After all, Hua Feng, ranked on the Heavenly Fate Rankings, had survived till now, suggesting he stood at the pinnacle of Yuanfu. Still, he couldn't withstand even a single strike from Qin Wentian.

This further exemplified how fearsome Qin Wentian's strength was on the same level. When he was at the seventh level of Yuanfu, he had managed to injure Chen Wang. After reaching the eighth level, he didn't regard individuals like Hua Feng seriously. Now that he had emerged from the cave, it was clear he did so to unleash his pent-up anger.

The audience couldn't comprehend what Hua Feng had murmured at the cave's entrance that had infuriated Qin Wentian to the point of tearing off an arm. Did Qin Wentian plan to torment him to death?

Qin Wentian now possessed demonic arms, and he leaned in, fixing his gaze on Hua Feng while unbridled terror flickered in the latter's eyes.

Yao Jun, Yang Fan, and Situ Po, on the sidelines, felt their hearts quiver with shock. The intensity of Qin Wentian's rage was palpable.

"I'm from the Hua Clan," Hua Feng stammered out involuntarily, his voice sounding pathetically feeble. With no other cards to play, he tried using the Hua Clan as leverage, hoping to dissuade Qin Wentian from inflicting anything too drastic upon him.

However, Qin Wentian seized his other arm, his eyes glinting sinisterly with a frigid cruelty that seemed to pierce the marrow.

"No..." Hua Feng shook his head frantically. In a gruesome sequence, accompanied by a blood-curdling scream of agony, his other arm was ruthlessly torn away. Convulsing uncontrollably, Hua Feng felt utter despair settle into his heart.

"This is the price for your words," Qin Wentian declared before slamming his palm down, obliterating Hua Feng's head into a bloody mess, ensuring he left this world without a whole corpse.

Qin Wentian's 'reverse scale' was a territory too dangerous to approach without dire consequences. Back when Hua Feng persistently muttered insinuations and blasphemous words, Qin Wentian had mentally sealed his fate. His smoldering anger, suppressed all this time, had finally erupted.

"He did it, he actually killed Hua Feng," the crowd gasped. The members of the Hua Clan turned ashen. Hua Feng had been a genius painstakingly nurtured by their clan, yet he had been dispatched so effortlessly, without a chance to resist. Not only that, he had suffered both physical and psychological torment before Qin Wentian's final blow. The ancient luck Hua Feng possessed had then been devoured by Qin Wentian's Purgatory Vermilion Bird.

Yang Fan and his companions unconsciously gravitated closer to Yao Jun. The current Qin Wentian exuded an overwhelming sense of danger, and if they couldn't defeat him individually, they planned to unite their forces. Otherwise, they knew that if they were defeated, their fates would mirror Hua Feng's—tormented by Qin Wentian until he released them into the sweet embrace of death.

Yao Jun's gaze grew serious. He had never imagined that someone at the eighth level of Yuanfu could exert such immense pressure on him.

Qin Wentian's current demonic form was truly horrifying. His aura surpassed even that of actual demonic beasts, immediately striking terror into the hearts of onlookers. He possessed the innate talent of a human, combined with the physique and vitality of a demonic beast. Faced with this perfect fusion, it was no wonder that others felt overwhelming fear when confronted by him.

Qin Wentian cast a measured glance at the three adversaries before releasing his Demon Sovereign Astral Soul.

This astral soul had the head of a dragon, the body of a lion, the tail of a snake, the wings of a roc, the scales of a Xuanwu, and the claws of a Kirin.

"Demon Sovereign Astral Soul," breathed Yao Jun of the Skydemon Sect in awe. He immediately recognized it as the first-ranked demonic beast in the Warbeast Index—the Demon Sovereign. Moreover, he knew that it possessed the power to summon.

Beams of powerful Astral Light radiated from the Demon Sovereign into the Nine Heavenly Layers. The Vermilion Bird Formation didn't hinder Astral Light, as it would otherwise restrict a contender's Astral Souls during combat.

As the rays of light intensified, the Astral Light from the actual Demon Sovereign Constellation descended, establishing an innate connection. With a thunderous roar that reverberated through the void, the surrounding earth fractured, and a terrifying ancient golden-colored ape materialized beside Qin Wentian.

The Golden Primal Ape, ranked third on the Warbeast Index, emerged, radiating boundless strength and unparalleled defense. Yao Jun's expression soured as he beheld this summoned Astral warbeast. The aura exuded by the Golden Primal Ape rivaled those at the peak of the ninth level of Yuanfu. Considering that Qin Wentian was only at the eighth level, this summon was nothing short of astonishing.

As tension mounted, an ominous blood-red glow enveloped the surroundings, heralding the arrival of a crimson demonic beast that soared into the skies. It gazed coldly at the three adversaries.

"Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk, ranked fifth on the Warbeast Index," Yao Jun muttered grimly. This summoned beast possessed an aura akin to those at the pinnacle of the ninth level of Yuanfu.

But the summoning wasn't over yet. More demonic beasts materialized in the formation world.

"Blue-scaled Flood Dragon."

"Silver-armored Bear King."

"Silvery Roc."

Qin Wentian found himself surrounded by five formidable Astral warbeasts, each with a ranking on the Warbeast Index. The region was now inundated with an overwhelming amount of demonic qi.

Fear began to creep into the hearts of Yang Fan and Situ Po. All five of these demonic beasts boasted a cultivation base at the pinnacle of Yuanfu, equal to their own.

With a piercing screech, the Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk dived toward Situ Po.

The Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk moved at lightning speed, disappearing in a flash of crimson light. Situ Po reacted quickly, summoning his Astral Soul to manifest a guardian clad in starstone above his head. Roaring with frenzy, Situ Po didn't hesitate, launching his own Sword Extinction Slash.

Peng...

The Thunder Hawk and Situ Po collided, its immense force pushing him back several steps. Meanwhile, the Silvery Roc let out a furious cry as it soared toward Situ Po. Now faced with two formidable beasts, both renowned for their speed, Situ Po found himself in a dire predicament.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion filled the air as Situ Po was sent hurtling through the skies. Even the starstone armor protecting him had shattered. His eyes reflected sheer disbelief. How was this possible? Why were these beasts so powerful? Could they not only possess this strength but also wield the Mandate wills their master had comprehended?

As the Golden Primal Ape charged at Yang Fan, the Blue-Scaled Flood Dragon and the Silver-Armored Bear King closed in on Yao Jun.

Qin Wentian stood his ground, calmly overseeing the unfolding spectacle while expertly controlling the five summoned beasts through his indomitable will.

Yang Fan's Astral Soul materialized, boosting his Star-Seizing Palm's might. He no longer concealed his true strength—the will of a second-level Mandate swathed his palms as he aimed a powerful strike at the Golden Primal Ape, ranked third on the Warbeast Index. The Star-Seizing Palm brimmed with formidable force. Yet, upon collision with the Golden Primal Ape's palm, it was Yang Fan who was sent hurtling through the air by the overwhelming impact.

"How can he be this formidable?" The onlookers were astounded. Qin Wentian had summoned the top-ranked Demon Sovereign Astral Soul and utilized it to summon other demonic beasts into combat, each seemingly capable of harnessing Mandate wills. Even Yang Fan had been sent flying. Given such extraordinary combat prowess, what position would Qin Wentian secure on the Heavenly Fate Rankings?

At this moment, no one believed that Qin Wentian could rank merely in the top hundred or even the top thirty-six. Despite being at the eighth level of Yuanfu, most spectators were convinced that he would undoubtedly secure a place within the top ten. He had proven his ability to contend with other monstrous geniuses for the coveted top three spots.

However, the one most profoundly affected by these events was Yao Jun. He had once aspired to condense a summoning-type Astral Soul. Yet, he understood the difficulties of sensing these potent constellations; such Astral Souls possessed the potential for limitless growth alongside the summoner. Observing the surging demonic qi radiating from Qin Wentian, he realized that Qin Wentian was the most suitable candidate to condense an Astral Soul from summoning-type demonic beast constellations.

Astonishingly, Yao Jun snatched Xuan Yan and stared back at Qin Wentian, a threat veiled in his gaze. "Are you not afraid that I'll kill her?"

In response, Qin Wentian floated in the air, his fiend-like eyes locked onto Yao Jun. "Release her and leave. Our conflict ends here."

Fear gripped Yao Jun's heart as he confronted the devilishly handsome youth hovering above him, exuding absolute dominance. Qin Wentian possessed strength far surpassing his own. The five formidable Astral Warbeasts were no laughing matter; Qin Wentian's power already exceeded his own. He realized that if he harmed Xuan Yan, he would meet the same gruesome end as Hua Feng.

Yao Jun involuntarily quivered, unwilling to meet such a senseless death. Just locking eyes with Qin Wentian was enough to fill him with unspeakable dread.

Relinquishing his hold on Xuan Yan, Yao Jun flickered away, swiftly vanishing into the distance. His decision left spectators in the outside world marveling at the turn of events. Yao Jun had opted not to fight but to release Xuan Yan instead.

For the spectators in the outside world, it was impossible to perceive the aura and pressure that Qin Wentian radiated within the formation world. Yet, it was clear that Yao Jun was acutely aware of these sensations. His actions left them baffled. What was the meaning behind Yao Jun's abrupt decision?

Even Xuan Yan found herself dumbfounded. With just a single statement, Qin Wentian compelled Yao Jun to release her. She couldn't help but ponder, her gaze locked onto his formidable demonic form. When had he become so astonishingly powerful?

The other Astral Warbeasts closed in around Yang Fan. Despite Yang Fan's considerable strength, he couldn't compare to the Golden Primal Ape. Now ensnared within their encirclement, escape seemed an impossible feat.

As for Situ Po, his situation was even more dire. The starstone armor that had cloaked his body had already crumbled, and both the Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk and Silvery Roc had him ensnared in their talons as they soared overhead.

Recalling the moment Qin Wentian emerged from the cave, it became evident that the first person he personally dealt with was Hua Feng. Yang Fan, once believed to be unrivaled, had regarded those beneath him as mere trash. And Situ Po, a figure of equal fame, had shared in this arrogance. This disposition persisted even after Situ Po's defeat on the Heavenly Stele Steps, and he remained resolute in his determination to end Qin Wentian's life.

Yet now, Qin Wentian didn't need to lift a finger, and both of them had been reduced to pitiable states.

"Situ Po, do you have the guts to face me head-on?" Situ Po bellowed with fury. As his voice reverberated, the two raptors unclenched their talons, setting him free. Qin Wentian advanced slowly, his gaze locked onto Situ Po's.

Staring into Qin Wentian's eyes, Situ Po involuntarily felt his heart quiver with a deep-seated dread.

No more words were needed. Qin Wentian moved towards Situ Po when, out of the blue, Situ Po's aura surged dramatically. He unleashed all three of his Astral Souls, infusing his attacks with their power. An overwhelmingly potent Sword Extinction Sword Might erupted as Situ Po swung down, aiming to obliterate everything in its path.

However, onlookers witnessed Qin Wentian casually thrusting a finger forward, effortlessly countering the formidable sword qi.

"Schiing!" A sharp sound echoed as Qin Wentian's finger pierced straight through the center of Situ Po's brow. Despite the relentless howling of Situ Po's sword qi, the light in his eyes dimmed, and they took on an empty look.

Had Situ Po really just perished like that?

He had yearned for a face-to-face duel, only to meet his end in an instant, realizing that Qin Wentian required nothing more than a single finger to vanquish him.