Unrivalled Spear

Unrivalled Spear...

"Who among you can kill me?" Qin Wentian's words echoed like the proclamation of a demon king, carrying an unmatched and insufferably arrogant aura.

On the grand stage, the most formidable beings were those at the sixth level of Heavenly Dipper. Yet, when Qin Wentian harnessed his bloodline's power, he could elevate his cultivation to a level similar to the fifth. His superiority in astral souls and the enhanced quality of his astral energy, coupled with condensed Astral Novas, granted him an edge over his peers.

Notably, Stellar Martial Cultivators' innate techniques depended on the quality and quantity of their astral energy. Qin Wentian's Yuanfu contained divine energy instead of astral energy, giving him a unique advantage. All these factors combined allowed him to bridge the gap in cultivation levels, empowering him to confront foes with superior ranks. And that was without factoring in his Mandates, each refined to the Transformation Boundary's second level.

Moreover, his spear techniques were an evolution of his halberd mastery. Diligent practice had perfected every halberd stance, infusing each spear thrust with the essence of his halberd expertise. These strikes bore the forces of dual mandates – the bewildering will from the Mandate of Dreams followed by the crushing impact of the Mandate of Force. With just one spear attack, he could overwhelm opponents at his level. With minimal effort, he could even slay cultivators one or two levels higher.

His final attack left the experts from the six major powers less confident. Despite their fury, they recognized this young man's undeniable power. They had to eliminate him promptly to eliminate future complications.

"Join forces and bring him down!" barked a powerhouse from the King's Manor. Two sixth-level Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns had already passed through the Violet Thunder Sword-Drum Formation. They lingered near the pathway, awaiting further reinforcements. Their auras surged as they glared at Qin Wentian with unbridled malice, fully prepared for the impending clash.

The sixth-level Heavenly Dipper expert from the Wind Roc Aristocrat Clan radiated a torrent of demonic qi. Astral winds swirled around him, stirring up sand and pebbles that whipped through the stage's surroundings. Spectators instinctively retreated as the gusty wind's force pressed upon them. The sharpness of the wind was evident in the whistle it produced, and a few unlucky onlookers bore minor scratches as their clothing was shredded. What was even more ominous was the emergence of a pair of demonic wings unfurling from his back.

On the other hand, the expert from the Yin Clan resembled a god of lightning descending upon the world. Electricity flickered sporadically around him, while thunderous explosions resounded with deafening force. His aura was so overwhelming that it seemed like everything would crumble before him, and he was prepared to slay anyone who dared oppose him.

The resolve of Xuan King City to kill Qin Wentian was crystal clear in the terrifying strength of the two experts they dispatched this time. They were determined not to let Qin Wentian leave the stage alive.

But Qin Wentian held no fear. He stood tall in the air, swapping his ordinary spear for another, near-identical one. This spear emitted a brilliant radiance and exuded a palpable sharpness. Yun Rou gasped as she recognized it - this was the top-grade fourth-ranked spear that Qin Wentian had yearned for.

The spear Qin Wentian had previously wielded was merely ordinary. Now, he opted for a divine weapon.

"You're all experts from the six major powers, each wielding the power of the sixth level of Heavenly Dipper, armed with formidable weapons," Qin Wentian's voice reverberated, reaching every corner of the stage. His words prompted silent agreement from the onlookers. He was facing a coalition of experts from the six major powers, all of whom had a higher cultivation level than him and wielded divine weapons. Using a top-tier fourth-ranked divine weapon in this situation was entirely justifiable.

Taking a resolute step forward, Qin Wentian channeled his Seven Annihilations Swordplay. The King Sword Astral Nova hovered above his head, each stride he took infusing the atmosphere with a surging intent for annihilation and destruction, forming terrifying waves that enveloped the area.

As he continued to wield his spear, each step generated towering sword-might within the vicinity. He embodied a demonic overlord and a sword sovereign simultaneously, a presence that sent shivers down the spines of spectators, filling them with trepidation.

"This young man is an undeniable demon-level genius. Qinghua Mountain must have him," remarked the expert from Qinghua Mountain, his eyes gleaming. Talent like Qin Wentian's was exceedingly rare. With his bloodline's power, he could leap two cultivation levels and contend with stronger opponents. Furthermore, all his Mandates had reached the Transformation Boundary of the second insight, an astonishing feat even for a sixth-level Heavenly Dipper expert.

"This young man in black is on par with the demon-level geniuses of our nine great sects. His combat prowess is astounding," pondered an expert from the Heaven Cleaving Manor. The notion of recruiting Qin Wentian crossed his mind. If he joined their Heaven Cleaving Manor, they would nurture him as they did their chosen, ensuring he wouldn't lag behind any elite disciples from the other eight sects.

"He hasn't even received nurturing or guidance from the nine great sects and is already this formidable. If he were to join one of our nine great sects, I wonder how much more terrifying he would become?" An expert from the Great Earth Sect contemplated. In the context of Qin Wentian's performance, the recruitment tests designed by the nine great sects seemed less relevant. They all yearned to immediately enlist him in their ranks.

The nine sects watched Qin Wentian with keen interest, their faces illuminated by fascination. Lin Shuai of the Battle Sword Sect couldn't help but admire the sword-might emanating from Qin Wentian with each step. A talent so exceptional in the sword arts was an ideal fit for the Battle Sword Sect. Could his Master's true intention be to nurture this young man into one of their chosen, a future leader of their sect?

Everything hinged on Qin Wentian's untapped potential. But for now, the immediate priority was to secure his recruitment into the Battle Sword Sect. Lin Shuai glanced around and noticed that representatives from the other eight sects shared the same intent: to bring Qin Wentian into their folds.

At present, Qin Wentian had already taken five steps. The two sixth-level Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns from Xuan King City could no longer delay. They sensed an impending surge of overwhelming sword-might, poised to shatter their Astral Novas.

"KILL HIM!" The two shouted in unison. The expert from the Wind Roc Aristocrat Clan was enveloped in swirling winds as he sprinted toward Qin Wentian. Silvery wings unfurled from his back, gleaming with a deadly sheen as they slashed toward Qin Wentian with the force to cleave a person in two. Meanwhile, the expert from the Yin Clan wielded a massive lightning pole, adorned with intricate inscriptions. Each strike echoed with thunderous claps as dark clouds gathered. He hurled the pole at Qin Wentian while explosive thunderbolts pierced the air, shaking the entire space.

Qin Wentian stepped forward once more, and boundless sword-might radiated from him. It felt as if countless strands of razor-sharp sword qi pierced through the bodies of the two experts. Their Astral Novas cracked instantly, and they groaned in agony, blood seeping from their lips. Yet, they resolutely continued their attacks.

With a slight inclination of his head, Qin Wentian unleashed his King Sword Astral Nova, cleaving through the form of the lightning deity. Simultaneously, his long spear surged forward, pinpointing its strike with precision at the silver wings of the Wind Roc Aristocrat Clan expert.

The silvery roc wings, typically deadly tools for the Wind Roc Aristocrat Clan, held enough force to cleave a person in two. But when Qin Wentian's divine long spear punctured them, a cacophony of crumbling sounds echoed as the wings fissured and broke apart. The Wind Roc expert stumbled mid-flight, shocked by the destruction of one of his wings.

"What power," the crowd gasped in awe. A single strike had shattered the robust silver wing into oblivion, showcasing the incredible might of Qin Wentian's vibrational shockwaves.

"You think you can escape?" Qin Wentian's lips curled into a cold smile as he executed Stellar Transposition. His silhouette flickered with rapid movements, extravagantly consuming his energy. With four Yuanfu at his disposal, there was no need for restraint now.

"Puchi!" The life-reaping spear pierced the void, and the Wind Roc expert desperately tried to defend himself. His golden talons reached downward to block while his remaining wing chopped toward Qin Wentian.

"DIE!" Qin Wentian snarled, and his spear unleashed waves of destruction, shattering his opponent's feeble defenses and channeling vibrational shockwaves to obliterate his internal organs, draining his life force in an instant.

The killing happened in the blink of an eye. As the Wind Roc expert fell, the Yin Clan member, wielding a massive lightning pole, descended. He aimed a deadly strike at Qin Wentian's head, accompanied by fierce thunderbolts and intensified lightning.

"Bzzz!" Astral light flooded the area as Qin Wentian executed Stellar Transposition, narrowly escaping the lightning-charged space. His black robes hung in tatters as he unhesitatingly thrust his spear. The moment the Yin Clan expert shifted his focus, a nightmarish dream-will inundated his mind.

"Puchi!" Another piercing sound resonated through the air as Qin Wentian's spear struck with divine fury. It was a weapon that could slay gods and topple empires, its secrets eluding even the sharpest eyes. All that observers could see was that Qin Wentian's adversaries fell like dominoes.

With a determined step, Qin Wentian marched toward the Violet Thunder Sword-Drum Formation. Another expert from the six major powers, witnessing the ruthless massacre of two sixth-level Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns, paled with dread. He could neither advance nor retreat, and Qin Wentian's spear unerringly pierced through the center of his head, severing his life with a single stroke.

"He's nothing short of a devil, invincible on that stage," murmured the crowd, their eyes locked on Qin Wentian, who now stood guard at the formation's entrance. Beneath the stage, brave souls still dared to venture into the formation. Qin Wentian's message was clear: for every one they sent, he would ensure one met their end. He seemed ready to play this deadly game until the bitter end.

While the six major powers projected a veneer of dominance, they were painfully aware that sixth-level Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns were elite figures within their sects and clans. Losing even a single one was a significant blow. Sending more of their best and brightest to their deaths was not a strategy they were willing to employ.

The six major powers seethed with fury, their eyes locked onto Qin Wentian with an intensity that could have incinerated mountains.

"The six major powers of Xuan King City are nothing but disappointments, unable to withstand even a single strike," Qin Wentian quipped casually, his words a stinging slap to their collective faces. He had not only slain their experts but also openly mocked their ineptitude. What retort could they offer in the face of so many fallen comrades? Was there even a sixth-level Heavenly Dipper expert capable of matching him now?