Unpalatable

Unpalatable...

The elderly representative from the Battle Sword Sect ascended into the sky, casting an imperious gaze upon the eight other sects below. Despite his lack of a visible aura, his mere presence was enough to weigh heavily on anyone who met his gaze. He was undoubtedly a top-tier figure, a formidable presence accompanying the disciple recruitment event this time.

The experts of the Violet Thunder Sect rose in unison, anger coursing through their bodies, manifesting in crackling lightning that coalesced into a destructive force capable of shattering heaven and earth.

"How dare you humiliate the Violet Thunder Sect like this?" An enraged expert from their sect shouted. They couldn't believe that this representative from the Battle Sword Sect had actually killed one of their members with just a sentence, in front of so many witnesses. It felt like a blatant slap to their sect's honor.

"You've made numerous attempts to kill the new disciple of the Battle Sword Sect and even shamelessly proposed removing the cultivation base restriction. Do you think the members of my sect are so easily bullied? If any of you have grievances, step onto the stage. We'll ignore the cultivation base restriction, and we can have some fun." The old man's words were cold and arrogant, resonating like the hum of a thousand swords, unsettling everyone present.

This old man was undeniably powerful, an existence at the Celestial Phenomenon Ascendant level.

Though the Violet Thunder Sect's experts seethed with anger, none dared to step forward. Yin Ting's uncle had been the first to shout, and he was promptly killed for it. Who else would dare to risk such a fate?

"Excellent, truly excellent," the Violet Thunder Sect experts seethed, their fury reaching its peak. But they understood that engaging in a large-scale battle now would likely lead to their loss, considering the Battle Sword Sect's combat prowess. The Battle Sword Sect might even risk a full-scale slaughter, consequences be damned. So, they had to swallow their anger for now.

"If you don't dare to fight, then keep your mouths shut," the old man snorted, his gaze sweeping over the others. "Anyone else wants to challenge our newest disciples? Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns below the seventh level are welcome, but if anyone suggests lifting the cultivation base restriction, I will personally deal with them."

Such arrogance. It was clear that this old man had little regard for the royal clan or the other eight great sects. Yet, upon closer consideration, he had the power to back up his arrogance.

The strength of the old man struck fear into the hearts of the Violet Thunder Sect's experts. Despite the loss of one of their own, they didn't dare to challenge him. It was clear that for those below the sixth level of Heavenly Dipper Sovereign, Qin Wentian and Qing`er were invincible. No matter how many opponents they faced on the stage, that's how many they would defeat. Their talent was undeniable.

The spectators shifted their gaze toward the two young cultivators standing side by side on the stage. Qin Wentian was formidable and devilishly handsome, as if he were a descendant of an ancient primordial demon king. Qing`er, on the other hand, possessed an ethereal beauty, akin to an ice and snow celestial maiden, unmatched in her generation.

In today's battles, Qin Wentian faced off against all comers and passed the tests set by all nine sects. Even though Qing`er had only made a brief appearance, her strength had left a lasting impression on the crowd.

Together, they shone brighter than the sun, outshining the so-called geniuses around them.

"After joining the Battle Sword Sect, their future will be even more extraordinary," many in the crowd mused. They knew that there were no longer any challengers here capable of stopping them.

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate to behave this way in Grand Shang's territory?" A soft voice suddenly spoke, and it was none other than Shang Tong.

Xuan King City was one of Grand Shang's Seven King Cities, and the Battle Sword Sect seemed to have little regard for them.

"Is this how the royal clan conducts themselves? Are you so impolite when speaking to your elders?" The old man from the Battle Sword Sect turned his sharp gaze toward Shang Tong, a terrifying sharpness in his eyes. "Commanding so many to gang up on a disciple of my sect? Do you think you can get away with it just because you're from the royal clan? Do you believe I won't slay you right here if you utter one more word about harming Qin Wentian?"

A powerful forcefield enveloped Shang Tong as the old man spoke. His guards turned pale, feeling the intense sword qi emanating from the forcefield. If the old man decided to kill Shang Tong, it would happen in an instant.

A heavy silence descended upon the arena.

"It seems the Battle Sword Sect came prepared, having such a powerful expert among them."

"I heard that the other eight great sects came to Xuan King City because the Battle Sword Sect initiated this event. Now, they 'coincidentally' encountered Qin Wentian and Qing`er. Was that the Battle Sword Sect's real motive all along?"

Countless thoughts swirled in the minds of those in attendance. The old man's strength was truly beyond comprehension. He had been quietly concealed in the spectator stands until this critical moment when he finally revealed his might.

"Is there no one willing to step onto the battle stage?" The old man in the air erupted again. His words carried a biting edge. "Are the experts from the other eight sects all for show? Do you only know how to gang up on others, using numbers to hide your own weaknesses? The pride of the nine great sects and the royal clan has been thoroughly tarnished today. How disappointing."

The expressions of the experts shifted between pale and green. Their members in Xuan King City were no match for the old man, and their younger generations couldn't contend with Qin Wentian either. They had suffered a complete defeat today.

If you showed weakness, you would inevitably be trampled upon by others. Even when humiliated, those without strength could only endure.

"Since no one else is stepping up, Lin Shuai, let's go back," the old man commanded. The members of the Battle Sword Sect rose, and beams of swordlight carried them into the air.

The old man extended his palm, and a sword beam landed beside Qin Wentian and Qing`er. "Get on my sword."

Xuan King City was about two hundred thousand miles away from the Battle Sword Sect, a considerable distance. Qin Wentian's speed would have required several days of flight to reach it. However, with the old man's power, the journey would be drastically shortened. Celestial Phenomenon Ascendants had astonishing speed, covering tens of thousands of miles effortlessly in a single day.

"Senior, please wait a moment," Qin Wentian said, not immediately departing. He walked forward and fixed his gaze on the major powers of Xuan King City.

"That day, the six major powers led their experts to surround me, nearly causing my death in the mountain range. I'm here today for revenge. If any of you seek revenge in the future, come to the Battle Sword Sect. I'll welcome you at any time. However, before I leave today, there's someone who must pay."

As his voice fell, his gaze landed squarely on Yin Cheng.

Yin Cheng's legs gave way, and he fell to the ground. His face drained of color as he cried out hoarsely, "Grandpa, save me..."

A brilliant light emanated from the center of Qin Wentian's brow as the formidable will of a Mandate flooded into Yin Cheng's mind. In an instant, Yin Cheng found himself transported to a nightmarish realm. The mountains around him were constructed from skeletal remains, the sky painted a bloody red, and countless ghosts and demons surged toward him. The faces of the dead were those of Chi Yezi's family, the very same ones he had ordered his men to slaughter.

"This is an illusion, it's not real!" Yin Cheng shouted, attempting to break free from the nightmare. Yet, within that dream, a sinister demonic arm pierced through his chest, ripping out his heart. The onlookers saw Yin Cheng coughing up blood before collapsing lifeless.

The crowd was momentarily stunned by this turn of events. Could Qin Wentian kill weaker cultivators with a mere glance? Was this some kind of eye-based innate technique?

"You!" The experts from the Yin Clan trembled, their fingers pointing accusingly at Qin Wentian as their murderous intent soared. However, Qin Wentian simply gazed back at them, devoid of any joy or excitement at Yin Cheng's demise. When the six major powers had hunted him down before, he lacked the backing to strike fear into them.

But now, after joining the Battle Sword Sect, he had dealt with Yin Cheng in such a dominating manner. The Yin Clan could only fume with rage, but they wouldn't dare to seek revenge. The situation had drastically shifted. In just a few months, everything had been turned upside down. The Qin Wentian of today was no longer someone they could afford to provoke.

"I'll be waiting for your revenge," Qin Wentian declared, his gaze fixed on the Yin Clan experts, before boarding the beam of swordlight with Qing`er. Little Rascal, who had been in the crowd, transformed into a streak of white light and leaped into Qin Wentian's arms.

"Go!" The old man bellowed, and in an instant, a group of experts took to the skies, swiftly departing the area.

"They've left," the crowd murmured, feeling a sense of emptiness. The battle had been astonishing, though it seemed brief. The male-female duo was simply too formidable. Their talents were exceptional, and their radiance outshone even the sun. In the future, within the Battle Sword Sect, they would undoubtedly shine even brighter.

As Shang Yue observed Qin Wentian's departure after he had dispatched Yin Cheng, she felt a complex mix of emotions swirling within her. This man was beyond compare, someone with whom she could not even hope to measure up. Despite her status as a princess of Xuan King City, they were like inhabitants of entirely different worlds.

Ji Xue and Xu Feng also watched Qin Wentian's departure, and a subtle glimmer of amusement danced in Ji Xue's eyes as she whispered softly, "I hope that in the future, we'll hear legends about him in Grand Shang."

Qin Wentian's decision to join the Battle Sword Sect sent shockwaves through the Royal Sacred Region. Grand Shang's royal capital was a place where true experts were as numerous as the clouds. Chosen cultivators from Xuan King City could be found everywhere there. It was a gathering place for the genuinely powerful.

Furthermore, it was important to note that the true elites of the eight other great sects hadn't been present that day.

In the distant sky, Qin Wentian and Qinger soared on a beam of swordlight. Qin Wentian turned to Qinger with a smile and asked, "Qing`er, when did you become so powerful? Your Mandate of Space has already reached the Perfection Boundary?"

Qing`er gazed at Qin Wentian and replied simply, "I ate the two fruits you gave me."

"Eh..." Qin Wentian's eyes twinkled as he recalled the two Space Mandate Fruits. So, this young lady had devoured them both, explaining why her Mandate of Space had advanced so quickly.

"Were they delicious?" Qin Wentian inquired, trying to suppress his urge to burst into laughter. Qing`er's expression remained earnest as she looked at him, her lips trembling slightly before she honestly admitted, "They were awful."

"Oops." Qin Wentian struggled to contain his laughter as he beheld Qing`er's solemn countenance. This ethereal maiden was truly endearing!