Killing Chen Yin, Fighting Shen Ting

Killing Chen Yin, Fighting Shen Ting

Qin Wentian's gaze bore into Chen Yin, his eyes gleaming with intense coldness and razor-sharp precision, akin to a predatory beast fixated on its quarry.

Chen Yin harbored a deep-seated hatred for Qin Wentian, but wasn't the feeling mutual? Qin Wentian had been pushed to the brink by the Great Solar Chen Clan, enduring the loss of Bai Qing's master, whose death had been callously paraded through Ginkou. This traumatic event had forever changed Bai Qing's disposition. As Qin Wentian thought of the young girl whose fate remained uncertain, the sharpness in his eyes intensified, as if they possessed the power to pierce through all obstacles.

"BOOM!" The resounding drumbeat reverberated, heralding a formidable ancient imprint hurtling toward Chen Yin.

Chen Yin's eyes flared with flames of anger as his entire body erupted into a blazing inferno. The overwhelming waves of fire were funneled into his battle drum, and with a furious roar, numerous colossal flame pythons materialized and surged toward Qin Wentian.

Chen Yin had acted hastily because he understood Qin Wentian's potential. Back in Grand Xia, Qin Wentian had been an unknown figure, but within a few short years, his name had resounded throughout the Royal Sacred Region. With his rapid growth rate, Chen Yin knew that if Qin Wentian continued to develop, he would never have a chance for revenge. The Immortal Martial Realm represented Chen Yin's last opportunity; he wanted to harness the Great Earth Sect's power to eliminate Qin Wentian.

However, Chen Yin was a proud individual. Before resorting to his sect's assistance, he preferred to defeat Qin Wentian with his own strength.

The lava-like flame pythons writhed chaotically in the air, and the scorching heat engulfed everything in its vicinity. The sound emanating from Qin Wentian's drum grew increasingly formidable, and thousands of palm imprints, resembling a tidal wave, accompanied the thunderous reverberations in the air. Upon contact, the fire pythons disintegrated under the overwhelming force, with the residual energy still hurtling toward Chen Yin.

Chen Yin pounded his drum relentlessly, his flames transforming into a sea of fire that devoured all. Yet, it was incapable of halting Qin Wentian's palm attacks.

Beside Chen Yin, Shen Ting snorted disdainfully as he witnessed the scene. He promptly infused more lightning into his drum to stabilize the formation. In an instant, several palm imprints composed of lightning materialized in the air, desperately fending off the torrential force unleashed by Qin Wentian.

BOOM!

Blood-colored ancient halberds shot out, targeting Shen Ting directly. This sight drew a cold gleam in Shen Ting's eyes, and he turned his attention to Qin Wentian. However, he found that Qin Wentian was also fixed on him. The battle intent between the two clashed in mid-air, with their gazes serving as the conduit.

The drumbeats thundered through the air as an immense arm formed from earth essence reached out for Qin Wentian. This earthen limb exuded an indomitable aura, weighed as heavily as a mountain, and possessed an exceptionally fearsome might.

Qin Wentian slammed his palms onto his drums, summoning an ancient halberd into existence in the air, which hurtled toward the earthen arm. A potent destructive energy surged forth, causing the colossal earth arm to disintegrate inch by inch until it shattered entirely.

Shen Ting's expression remained unchanged as he waved his palms, launching another assault at the drum. In an instant, nine identical arms materialized, reaching menacingly toward Qin Wentian. Sensing the overwhelming might emanating from these nine arms, Ye Lingshuang, positioned behind Qin Wentian, wore an extremely nervous expression.

The colossal battle drum before Qin Wentian trembled incessantly, its vibrations resonating like a symphony of swords. A boundless sword aura enshrouded him, and as the nine arms closed in, the eruption of sword might sliced them into pieces.

Bzzz!

A barrage of swords descended from the heavens, homing in on Shen Ting. He furrowed his brows in irritation and hastily unleashed his own attacks, forming a stone wall to defend against them. Qin Wentian's eyes remained as cold as ever, and the members of his group were equally engaged in combat against the experts from the Great Earth Sect. The sharpness in Qin Wentian's eyes intensified as he struck his arm forcefully against the drum with a resounding bang. A long spear materialized in the air, speeding forth like lightning before vanishing from sight.

Chen Yin was locked in combat with Chu Mang, but suddenly, a nightmarish dreamscape infiltrated his consciousness. The air quivered before him, as if he could discern Qin Wentian's chilling eyes fixated on him.

"Pu..." A long spear instantly pierced through Chen Yin's head with an explosive sound. The user perished, and the battle drum connected to them shattered, its battle spirit transforming into a beam of light that streaked toward Qin Wentian's drum.

"YOU!" A formidable killing intent surged, and Shen Ting relentlessly struck his drum, but Qin Wentian's expression remained devoid of fear as he calmly defended against his opponent's attacks. His aura visibly grew stronger. Staring at Shen Ting, he coldly remarked, "Is this your idea of teaching me proper conduct? Truly disappointing."

"You'll learn," Shen Ting replied with murderous rage in his eyes. He suddenly changed his target, no longer aiming at Qin Wentian.

He couldn't defeat Qin Wentian in such a short timeframe, but he observed Que Cheng and the others steadily growing stronger. This wasn't a favorable sign. Although he believed he could eventually kill Qin Wentian, he had to give up for now. With each passing second, the gap in strength between him and the other geniuses would only widen, a fact he couldn't accept.

If, in the end, someone emerged who could suppress everyone else, it would spell doom for the rest of them. That "someone" had to be none other than Shen Ting.

Qin Wentian understood Shen Ting's thought process. Having already dispatched Chen Yin, he felt no urgency in dealing with Shen Ting. What Shen Ting could conceive, he could as well. Continuing their battle would only benefit the others.

The situation on the battlefield was deceptively simple. Anyone who stepped into this arena had only their alliance members as friends, while everyone else was a mortal enemy. When Qin Wentian had fought against the Great Earth Sect experts earlier, he had sensed many pairs of eyes watching them, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Now, he had to deal with all these opportunists. Attacking, plundering, and growing stronger remained their only path.

This ostensibly fair battle was, in fact, incredibly cruel. Everyone had to go all out to survive. Failing to plunder the battle spirits of others meant their own spirits would be stolen, making their opponents stronger and sealing their own doom. Leaving the battlefield was impossible as well. The moment someone left their drum, they would be defenseless, and their only fate would be the shattering of their drum as their battle spirit empowered others.

There was no turning back once they entered. It was kill or be killed, a testament to the cruelty of the Immortal Martial Realm. In the battlefield, chaotic shockwaves ravaged the area as experts perished one after another. The sounds of shattering drums seemed unending as the number of participants dwindled. Only thirteen alliances remained at this moment, varying in size but collectively totaling no more than a hundred individuals. As for the leaders of these alliances, many had overcome the suppression on their cultivation bases, reaching the fifth level of Heavenly Dipper, and their Mandates were on the verge of breaking through to the second level.

The most formidable among them was the Violet Thunder Sect alliance, led by Que Cheng.

This individual displayed exceptional intelligence throughout this arduous journey. From the very beginning, he had a strategy: avoid confronting the formidable foes and instead target the weaker ones. It wasn't out of fear but a calculated decision to prioritize accumulating strength. This shrewd approach had now made him one of the most powerful participants in this challenging contest.

Currently, despite the dwindling number of alliances to just thirteen, unity was their shared strength. Without it, they would never have reached this advanced stage.

However, despite their continued association as "alliances," the reality had evolved. They had funneled all their acquired battle spirits into their leading characters, resulting in a growing chasm in power between them and the supporting characters. The support they could provide was now inconsequential compared to the might of the leaders.

"It's all on you now, Que Cheng," declared the experts from the Violet Thunder Sect. Que Cheng acknowledged their faith in him, slamming his palms onto his battle drum as lightning crackled in the air. The other Violet Thunder Sect members willingly disconnected from their battle drums and retreated, allowing the lightning to strike their drums, destroying them and transferring their battle spirits to Que Cheng, who grew even more formidable as a result. They then regrouped behind him.

"Wentian," Chu Mang and the others addressed Qin Wentian. He nodded in response, recognizing the necessity of this action. Reluctantly, he had to destroy his comrades' battle drums to absorb their battle spirits.

"Prepare yourselves," Qin Zheng advised. Qin Wentian raised his palm, and Chu Mang and the others followed suit, voluntarily breaking their connections with their drums. As Qin Wentian's palms sliced through the air, sword qi whistled, shattering their battle drums into pieces. Their battle spirits flowed into Qin Wentian's, intensifying the light surrounding him and further strengthening his aura.

Chu Mang and the rest moved behind Qin Wentian, joining Ye Lingshuang. Similar scenarios were unfolding across the battlefield as the thirteen alliances consolidated into thirteen formidable leaders.

Among the thirteen, three were familiar enemies of Qin Wentian: Que Cheng from the Violet Thunder Sect, Shen Ting from the Great Earth Sect, and Shi Kuang from the Heaven Crippling Sect. The other nine were exceptional talents from various ancient countries and secretive sects. These leaders had garnered support due to their remarkable abilities.

The combat abruptly ceased, and the leaders, now enveloped in radiant light from their battle drums, stared at one another with unwavering battle intent.

Following the round of battle spirit plundering, a few among the thirteen had advanced to the sixth level of Heavenly Dipper, while the rest had reached the peak of the fifth level.

"We have thirteen people left, but if we hold six matches, there will be one extra," someone pointed out. This individual wore golden armor and emitted a radiant golden aura, hailing from the Radiant Gold ancient country, possessing overwhelming strength.

"In that case, one among us must be eliminated," declared Shi Kuang from the Heaven Crippling Sect. His eyes burned with a sinister killing intent as he fixed his gaze on Qin Wentian. "Once I kill you, only twelve will remain, and we can proceed with the six matches."

"Hmph, why should it be you?" The expert from the Radiant Gold ancient country snorted, echoing Shi Kuang's sentiments. Like a predator eyeing its prey, he also fixed his gaze on Qin Wentian. The battle spirit emanating from Qin Wentian's battle drum had become overwhelmingly potent, making it a prime target for anyone looking to bolster their own strength. This fact was not lost on anyone present.

As Shi Kuang and the Radiant Gold expert openly expressed their intent to eliminate Qin Wentian, the eyes of the remaining participants turned towards him as well. Their choice wasn't based on Qin Wentian's weakness but rather a matter of convenience. Since these two formidable opponents had already singled out Qin Wentian, the others followed suit, aligning their intentions with the natural course of events.

What exacerbated the situation was the fact that Qin Wentian was one of the eighty-one selected individuals who had obtained an Immortal Martial Realm Medallion. The mere thought of seeing Qin Wentian meet his demise thrilled these twelve individuals. They brimmed with pride and arrogance, unwilling to accept any hint of inferiority to him. Their goal was clear: to prove that the Immortal Martial Realm envoys had made an erroneous judgment in selecting Qin Wentian.