Completely Losing All Face

Completely Losing All Face

Tan Feng inclined his head, his gaze fixed on Qin Wentian in the air. He couldn't help but acknowledge the incredible power of Qin Wentian's instantaneous movement technique. The moment Qin Wentian executed that technique, his speed soared to such heights that even Tan Feng's perception struggled to keep up.

"Do you only know how to dodge?" Tan Feng's words dripped with icy disdain, and the blood within his body surged, coursing through him with frenzied intensity. His blood-might emanated a menacing black-red glow that sent shivers down the spines of those who beheld it.

Despite his outward confidence, Tan Feng was feeling increasingly disheartened. He excelled in offensive techniques, but when confronted with Qin Wentian's instantaneous movement, only control-type astral souls could effectively restrict it. However, Heavenly Dipper Realm cultivators were limited to four astral souls at most. They couldn't achieve perfect balance and often had to prioritize certain attributes over others. Without eight or nine astral novas, achieving such balance was impossible.

"Dodging?" Qin Wentian retorted, his gaze locked onto Tan Feng. "You are not the only one with a bloodline limit."

As his words hung in the air, a crimson radiance enveloped Qin Wentian's body, and a surge of chaotic demonic energy filled the space around him. Chaotic streams of energy with a demonic alignment swirled, and a brilliant light glimmered at the center of his brows. Qin Wentian's demeanor turned fiendish, and his demonic eyes emanated a chilling aura that penetrated the depths of anyone who met his gaze, invoking awe and reverence. This was the aura of a demon overlord, one who could rule the world.

"Show me the strength of a sixth-level Heavenly Dipper Sovereign genius from the Violet Thunder Sect," Qin Wentian declared. A long spear materialized in his hands. In that moment, Tan Feng felt an inexplicable sense of danger as he gazed upon the figure in the air.

Pressing both palms outward, Tan Feng's entire body radiated a golden glow, and his sharpness surged exponentially. He appeared as if clad in a golden armor forged from the Mandate of Gold.

His golden palms intertwined with brilliant red and muted black shades, projecting an oppressive aura fueled by his blood-might.

"Bzzz!" Qin Wentian's body descended, carrying an overwhelming pressure with him. The chaotic streams of demonic energy filled onlookers with trepidation as his long spear tore through the void. His spear strikes were silent, devoid of presence, each thrust exceeding the speed of sound as they honed in on Tan Feng. The strikes seemed deceptively ordinary, yet spectators couldn't help but tremble in fear. This was a spear strike capable of annihilating all life.

"Great Destruction Palm Imprint," Tan Feng roared, thrusting his left palm forward, conjuring a massive palm imprint to intercept the approaching spear. Resounding cracks filled the air as the palm imprint began to fracture. Moments later, it exploded, casting an aura of extreme danger across the surroundings.

Tan Feng had expected this outcome. He knew a single Great Destruction Palm Imprint wouldn't be enough to stop that spear. Swiftly, a blood-colored seal materialized on his palms, unleashing numerous formidable blood imprints. The blood imprints blazed with power as his blood-red palm managed to withstand the spear's impact. Nevertheless, Tan Feng could feel his blood prints eroding from the force of the attack, sending a jarring sensation through his arm.

Unfazed, he countered by thrusting his right palm toward Qin Wentian.

Wave after wave of devastating sword qi surged forth, and Qin Wentian reacted by forcefully thrusting his left palm outward, meeting Tan Feng's palm head-on. Their clash created a powerful shockwave, sending them both reeling. Qin Wentian immediately felt a potent surge of black-colored blood energy invading his arm, corroding it. This was the Spark Fire bloodline infused with the Mandate of Blood, exhibiting a deadly combination of destruction and corrosion. Tan Feng, too, was not unscathed; his arm trembled as if it might shatter at any moment.

Tan Feng's strength surpassed any sixth-level Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns Qin Wentian had encountered before, especially in terms of offensive capabilities.

"Corrode!" Tan Feng's voice was cold as ice. As he spoke, a stream of black blood shot forth from his body, forming a swirling circle that entrapped Qin Wentian.

"This doesn't look good," members of the Battle Sword Sect exclaimed, sensing the destructive power within the blood. Contact with it could lead to instant corrosion and death.

However, Qin Wentian remained unfazed. A third eye seemed to open in the center of his brows as the formidable will of his Mandate flowed into Tan Feng's consciousness.

"Dream Immersion," Qin Wentian declared coldly. Tan Feng's eyes involuntarily closed, and he bit his tongue to stay awake while simultaneously manipulating his finger to reduce the radius of the blood circle with Qin Wentian still inside.

Qin Wentian found himself surrounded by danger, seemingly without an escape route.

"ROAR~" A deafening roar echoed through the skies as an enormous, malevolent demonic beast materialized directly behind Qin Wentian. It was a Demon Sovereign, absorbing the corrosive blood's full power to protect Qin Wentian. This Demon Sovereign was an astral nova, not a living being, so it remained impervious to the corrosive energy.

Simultaneously, Tan Feng unleashed his own astral novas: a flame devil, a blood python, a lightning giant, and a golden sharp sword.

"DIE!" Tan Feng's eyes remained closed as he raised his hands toward the Demon Sovereign. The destructive energy in his blood combusted, creating explosions in the air that kept Qin Wentian at bay.

Qin Wentian flicked his finger, sending his King Sword astral nova through space. It radiated an aura of supreme swordsmanship, producing a continuous, melodic whistling sound as it descended, its power capable of sundering everything.

With a step forward, Qin Wentian trod upon the King Sword astral nova, and a torrential sword qi surged, devastating the surroundings.

Tan Feng swiftly dodged backward while expanding the range of his explosions. But Qin Wentian's relentless advance generated an overwhelming storm of killing intent that threatened to tear through everything.

Tan Feng's golden sword clashed with the black King Sword, but Qin Wentian's calm demeanor allowed him to continue advancing. The sound of something cracking filled the air as fissures appeared on the golden sword's surface. Tan Feng grimaced as his complexion paled. Could it be that Qin Wentian's astral nova was even stronger than his? Despite his higher cultivation level, his tempered astral novas should have been closer to perfection.

Taking another step, Qin Wentian widened the cracks into fissures. His supreme sword qi penetrated Tan Feng's body, forcing him to release all his astral souls. Under the overwhelming sword intent, Tan Feng knew that if he failed to defend successfully, he would ultimately be destroyed by it.

"Bzzz!" Tan Feng withdrew his golden sword to prevent further damage and unleashed his lightning giant and flame devil astral novas. He used his blood python to entangle the Demon Sovereign, disregarding everything as he lunged toward Qin Wentian. His palm strike carried an aura of annihilation and destruction.

"DIE!"

The Seven Annihilations Swordplay erupted in a fiery display of power. Tan Feng's agonized scream echoed as blood trickled from the corners of his mouth. All the destructive energy he had summoned through his blood sacrifice was obliterated by the overwhelming surge of sword qi. The remaining sword qi surged into his body, and a flicker of fear finally appeared in his eyes.

"GET LOST!" The golden sharp sword once again shot out in defense. Qin Wentian's long spear transformed into a beam of light, piercing through space like a hot knife through butter, and impaled Tan Feng right between the eyes.

The all-encompassing destructive energy gradually dissipated, and the astral novas returned to their original positions. All eyes were fixed on the figure standing proudly in the air. Qin Wentian had thrust his spear through Tan Feng's brows, a feat that seemed impossible and utterly shocking.

A hushed silence enveloped the onlookers. A fourth-level Heavenly Dipper cultivator had just killed a sixth-level genius from the Violet Thunder Sect, leaving everyone in awe and fear.

"Chi!" Qin Wentian withdrew his spear, and Tan Feng's lifeless body plummeted from the sky. A Chosen of the Violet Thunder Sect had fallen in combat on Ye Country's battle arena, a sight no one had anticipated.

The members of the Violet Thunder Sect rose from their seats, their faces drained of color. Never had they imagined such an outcome. Qin Wentian had proven his might by defeating Tan Feng.

"This combat prowess..." Even the members of the Battle Sword Sect were dumbfounded. Qin Wentian's actions had unequivocally demonstrated the power of their sect. He had trampled on the Violet Thunder Sect to assert their dominance.

"Any more excuses?" Qin Wentian pointed his long spear at Ye Kongfan. He had now defeated two opponents in a row, including one at the sixth level of Heavenly Dipper. What excuses could Ye Kongfan possibly have left?

Ye Kongfan's expression turned unsightly. He knew he would have to answer to his sect for Tan Feng's death. But what infuriated him even more was that Tan Feng had died at the hands of someone from the Battle Sword Sect, a person two levels weaker, and someone Mo Qingcheng loved.

His eyes burned with intense killing intent, but he understood that he couldn't act openly with the members of the Battle Sword Sect present. He concealed his murderous intent deep within his heart.

Qin Wentian sensed the hostility emanating from the Violet Thunder Sect members but only chuckled. "You should stop challenging members of the Battle Sword Sect. You're clearly not up to the task."

With that, Qin Wentian retracted his long spear and vanished in a flash. He reappeared in the spectator stands, where a few Violet Thunder Sect members tried to intercept him. The Battle Sword Sect disciples swiftly responded, and Duan Han spoke icily, "Losing a challenge and resorting to violence immediately afterward? Is the Violet Thunder Sect unable to accept defeat? Your behavior is truly enlightening."

"How could that be? It's just that our emotions are hard to control after our brothers' deaths," Ye Kongfan replied coldly, signaling for his companions to back off. Qin Wentian didn't stop and continued walking until he reached Mo Qingcheng. "Qingcheng, while the battles in the arena are thrilling, the presence of certain individuals taints the atmosphere. Let's go."

Mo Qingcheng, naturally, followed Qin Wentian's lead. They left together, side by side, leaving the crowd in astonishment. The relationship between the Holy Maiden of the Medicine Sovereign Valley and this Battle Sword Sect member was clearly not ordinary.

The Battle Sword Sect disciples shared knowing looks and followed them, while the maidens from the Medicine Sovereign Valley trailed behind Mo Qingcheng. Soon, only Ye Kongfan and his remaining sect members were left behind.

Today was supposed to be an opportunity for Ye Kongfan to showcase his strength, but reality had dealt him a severe blow, leaving him utterly humiliated. In front of so many witnesses, it was a deeply embarrassing situation.

"Kongfan, if you don't seek vengeance for this insult, you might as well not call yourself a member of our sect," an expert from the Violet Thunder Sect declared, his voice dripping with murderous intent.

Ye Kongfan clenched his fists tightly as a cold, determined gleam filled his eyes. He knew that today, he was the one who had lost the most face, the one who was the most embarrassed—the supposed "host" of this event.