Outside Ginkou Continent

Outside Ginkou Continent...

The Nine Mystical Palace's sudden involvement left many spectators puzzled. Positioned in the far-flung region of the Qing Continent, they ranked last among the thirty-six transcendent powers. How could a power like theirs be on par with the Great Solar Chen Clan or the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan? Their actions at this moment suggested deeper motives. Perhaps they aimed to join the hunt for the young man named Di, or maybe they sought to oppose the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan.

Another possibility loomed – they might be seeking an alliance with the Great Solar Chen Clan. Within the boundaries of Grand Xia, tensions between the Nine Mystical Palace and the Greencloud Pavilion had intensified, leading to frequent clashes. This conflict might be why the Nine Mystical Palace chose to align with the Great Solar Chen Clan.

As the Nine Mystical Palace's experts converged on the young man named Di, they effectively blocked his escape route. Combined with Wang Jian's spear thrust, it seemed Qin Wentian's fate was sealed.

While Qin Wentian could use Stellar Transposition to evade, he didn't wish to reveal too many of the nine ultimate arts, fearing it might expose his true identity and background. This was precisely why he had only displayed his knowledge of the Bloodcurse Imprint, hoping to cast less suspicion.

Raising his palms, he decisively seized the spear. Wang Jian immediately infused it with astral energy, unleashing a barrage of deadly spear lights driven by his Mandate's will, intended to consume everything. The entire exchange occurred in the blink of an eye. Qin Wentian's palms radiated a crimson hue as a destructive aura surged outward. Rather than retreating, he redirected the spear and closed in on Wang Jian.

Wang Jian had no time to think; he acted purely on instinct, retreating with explosive speed. Even if his spear were to pierce Qin Wentian's body, it might not break through his defenses. But if Qin Wentian's blood-colored palm struck him, death was certain. Such an outcome was unacceptable to Wang Jian, so without hesitation, he chose to disengage.

However, the threat Qin Wentian faced was far from over. Behind him, the experts from the Nine Mystical Palace harnessed their lightning prowess, shaping another bead of lightning and firing it toward him. If that bead made contact, no human physique, no matter how strong, could withstand the devastating power of lightning.

BOOM!

Qin Wentian stomped the ground forcefully. He couldn't employ any of the techniques he was renowned for, as they would easily reveal his true identity. Although this restriction was frustrating, he had no alternative.

His earth-shaking stomp sent an oppressive sword intent bearing down on the Nine Mystical Palace experts, causing even their Astral Novas to tremble. A terrifying sword intent swept over the area, manifesting a screen of swords. The swordlight converged into an intense beam, which shot straight toward the bead of lightning, causing it to explode.

Qin Wentian swiftly retreated, moving at hurricane-like speeds to evade the blast radius.

"For a dispute over a demonic beast, these transcendent powers joined forces to eliminate me? This truly opens my eyes to their exalted status," Qin Wentian's voice echoed as the great roc approached. He mounted the roc, and they soared into the skies, aiming to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the pursuing powers.

"Think you can escape?" Wang Jian and the Wang Clan members snorted coldly, giving chase.

"Let's go!" Ouyang Kuangsheng ordered. In an instant, the chaotic battle shifted as Ouyang Kuangsheng, Fan Le, and Chu Mang also took flight, following Qin Wentian into the distance.

As Ouyang Clan experts attempted to follow, they encountered a blockade orchestrated by the Chen Clan. Chen Fan sneered, "Since the battle's left to them, let them deal with it themselves."

A fierce wind swept through as more young geniuses from various clans and powers took flight, including Chen Wang and Bai Qing. This group of prodigies aimed to change the battleground.

Engaging in combat here seemed almost pointless, with stronger experts from various powers watching closely. Since the intent was to kill, they might as well shift the conflict to a different location and determine the strongest among them.

In the skies above Ginkou, a grand spectacle unfolded. A majestic great roc soared through the air, carrying several formidable experts in pursuit.

"These are all young talents from different transcendent powers. Chen Wang, Wang Jian, and Bai Qing are among them. But who's the young man on the great roc?" Onlookers below were eager to follow them, hoping to witness the impending battles. However, their speed was simply too overwhelming, and unless they possessed a certain level of cultivation, catching up was impossible.

The great roc, which was actually Little Rascal in disguise, flapped its wings with incredible speed. Qin Wentian stood on its back, arms crossed, a chilling grin on his face, and a fierce gleam in his eyes.

"Little Rascal, leave Ginkou. Go as far as you can."

Qin Wentian's voice was low as he sat cross-legged on the great roc's back, ignoring his pursuers. His actions were a clear provocation, causing Wang Jian and the others to increase their speed in relentless pursuit.

In the clouds, the winds grew stronger at this altitude. They were now above the central region of Ginkou, and after some time, they spotted the city gates. Without pausing, the great roc flew beyond Ginkou, continuing at breakneck speed, crossing landscapes and rivers until it reached an ancient-looking mountain range.

"That's enough," Qin Wentian whispered. Finally, the great roc descended, landing on a small hillside in the ancient mountains. They waited for their pursuers to arrive.

Moments later, beams of light flashed as Wang Jian and his companions arrived, accompanied by two other cultivators from the Wang Clan.

Soon after, two cultivators from the Chen Clan and three others from the Nine Mystical Palace appeared. The two Chen Clan members were third-level Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns. Qin Wentian had taken many lives from their clan, so they couldn't allow him to escape today. When they saw him fleeing, they decided to abandon the battle in the ancient kingdom and pursue him.

Once the pursuers arrived, they quickly formed a circle in the air above Qin Wentian, with Wang Jian proposing, "How about this? The great roc goes to whoever kills this man."

"Agreed," one of the Chen Clan members replied.

"We have no objections," the Nine Mystical Palace cultivators affirmed. Their auras surged, exerting pressure upon Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian raised his head, his eyes gleaming with a bone-chilling resolve as he locked gazes with the experts from the various transcendent powers.

"Today, since you all have gathered here, why not make this your final resting place?" Qin Wentian's tone was devoid of emotion, his words eliciting a strange mix of shock and bewilderment on the faces of his pursuers.

How audacious he was, daring to utter such bold words in the presence of so many formidable experts! With their combined strength, ending Qin Wentian's life would be as effortless as swatting a fly. To think that this young man faced his imminent demise with such defiance. Was he grossly underestimating their prowess?

"If you had maintained your speed and prolonged this chase for a few more days, perhaps we might have given up," Wang Jian remarked with a sharp edge in his voice as his Astral Nova materialized into a magnificent long spear, poised to pierce through anything.

The members of the Chen Clan ignited with Great Solar Energy, flames dancing wildly as they channeled their power frenziedly.

Meanwhile, arcs of lightning swirled around the cultivators from the Nine Mystical Palace, coalescing into the form of a fearsome lightning dragon. As they descended, thunderbolts erupted around them, leaving no room for Qin Wentian to escape.

In the distance, tens of thousands of miles away, the desert sands churned in the air, signaling that massive battles were taking place in that region as well.

Qin Wentian clenched his fists tightly, his eyes seething with hatred. Suddenly, it appeared as though flames were erupting from his body. His blood surged as a radiant aura enveloped him, the fire in his eyes mingling with an icy coldness.

In an instant, an enormous sword materialized in Qin Wentian's grasp. This sword was as black as night, as though it were forged from pure darkness. It stretched ten meters in length and weighed around ten thousand jin, an astonishing five thousand kilograms. The potential destructive force behind every swing of this colossal weapon was unfathomable.

The sight of the massive sword sent a shiver down their spines, halting their advance.

Their expressions twisted in shock. Such a gargantuan sword was unheard of in Grand Xia. Qin Wentian's intention in wielding this weapon was clear. Proficient in the Mandate of Force and Demons, he used this massive sword to conceal any traces of his Mandate, preventing others from discovering his true identity.

A powerful buzz filled the air as Qin Wentian soared through the skies, brandishing the colossal ten thousand jin sword with casual ease. Astral light bathed the area as he blurred through the air, charging headlong at the three assailants from the Nine Mystical Palace.

The trio sneered with disdain and, at their command, the lightning dragon unleashed a furious roar, surrounded by menacing bolts of electricity.

"While the Nine Mystical Palace is on the brink of extinction in Grand Xia, the three of you are still here playing games in Ginkou?" Qin Wentian's voice dripped with icy intent as he swung his sword, colliding with the dragon. A surge of unparalleled sword power erupted from him, and the aura of his King of Swords Astral Nova enveloped the three foes.

"Perish." Qin Wentian's voice was cold and unforgiving. Space trembled, shattering as his sword cleaved through the air. The sheer force warped the dragon's form, causing it to fold in upon itself before vanishing. Simultaneously, an intense vibration originating from the sword reverberated through the air.

BOOM! Void-shaking waves surged through the lightning dragon, swallowing one of the attackers and causing them to implode from within. Qin Wentian's sword didn't pause; it continued its deadly sweep. The two remaining assailants barely had time to react before they felt their throats slit by the relentless sharpness of the sword, their heads rolling onto the ground.

In an instant, three experts from the Nine Mystical Palace lay dead.

The experts from the Chen and Wang Clans, who had rushed forward to intervene, watched in horror as the corona of light surrounding Qin Wentian grew increasingly radiant. He turned to face them and slashed out with sheer fury, paying no mind to their attacks. A fearsome sinuous black dragon spiraled forth from the massive sword, surging directly at his assailants. Wang Jian's spear tore through the fabric of space, transforming into a beam of light, attempting to annihilate the black dragon.

The experts from the Chen Clan channeled their Great Solar Energy to the limit, but when they met Qin Wentian's emotionless gaze, an eerie chill gripped their hearts.

It became apparent that this young man had deliberately lured them out of Ginkou.

In this moment, his earlier words took on a chilling meaning: "Today, since you all have arrived, you might as well stay here for all eternity."

"SHATTERED VOID!" Qin Wentian's colossal sword surged forward, exuding an aura of unmatched sovereignty. A torrent of annihilating energy, a chaotic blend of destructive vibrations, surged and cascaded outward. The world quaked as a resounding explosion filled the air. The two Chen Clan experts let out agonizing groans as their bodies jerked violently. A gut-wrenching thud echoed through the tense atmosphere as their hearts shattered into a thousand pieces, ending their lives in bitter torment.