Invincible
Invincible
Seeing that everyone intended to confront him simultaneously, Shi Kuang's aura erupted in a torrent of destructive energy. He fused seamlessly with the battle drum before him, and an ethereal shadow materialized atop it. This silhouette was none other than Shi Kuang himself; he had become one with the battle spirit, a harmonious union of warrior and drum.
BOOM!
The Radiant Gold expert refused to be outdone. He, too, melded with his battle drum, creating a colossal shadow that loomed over it. This imposing figure, towering and metallic in appearance, exuded a menacing, penetrating force. Even without the resounding drumbeats, his aura pressed heavily upon Qin Wentian.
Witnessing this dual assault on Qin Wentian, Ye Lingshuang's expression soured. She found their actions utterly despicable.
Yin Ting and Que Cheng followed suit, converging their formidable energies upon Qin Wentian in tandem. Two powerful streams of aura bore down upon him.
"Colluding to gang up on one person? Such actions are beneath contempt. Since you all covet his battle spirit, let's take turns. Each of us will face him one-on-one, and the victor shall claim the prize. Simple and fair," the Radiant Gold expert declared in his metallic, icy voice.
"Very well. I shall be the first to attack," Shi Kuang declared icily. His words hung in the air for a moment before the thunderous resonance of his drum filled the space. Tremors rippled through the surroundings as a furious, colossal foot descended from the heavens, aimed at crushing Qin Wentian into oblivion.
Qin Wentian's robes billowed around him as he stood resolutely behind his battle drum. His perception and will merged with the drum; he became the drum, and the drum became him.
BOOM! A deafening explosion resounded as the entire space quaked. A diamond-like palm imprint erupted upward, colliding with the descending Heaven-Crippling Foot and shattering it to pieces.
One person, one strike. Each of the twelve competitors unleashed their most potent techniques, determined to eliminate Qin Wentian. They poured their strongest attacks into this fight, vying for the opportunity to seize his battle spirit.
As the Heaven-Crippling Foot threatened to descend upon him, anxiety etched across the faces of Ye Lingshuang and the others behind Qin Wentian. His survival was paramount, for if he fell, they would fall with him.
BOOM, BOOM!
Two consecutive crashes reverberated through the space as drumbeats echoed resoundingly.
BOOM!
Countless palm imprints erupted, soaring into the sky and coalescing into a tidal wave that collided with the Heaven-Crippling Foot. The explosion was deafening, obliterating the colossal appendage.
Swish, swish~
Gigantic golden spears sliced through the air, hurtling toward Qin Wentian at lightning speed.
Qin Wentian remained composed, his icy gaze locked onto the incoming threat. His demeanor mirrored that of a regal eagle, unwavering as he faced the challenge.
BOOM!
Another resounding drumbeat filled the air, its low yet powerful tone accompanied by a gust of ferocious wind. This time, the Thousand-Hand Imprint erupted with even greater force, unleashing a deluge of palm imprints, each imbued with a terrifying might far surpassing their previous incarnations.
The onslaught of golden long spears clashed with the sea of colossal palm imprints, disintegrating upon impact.
"My turn," a cold voice broke through the chaos. A Heaven Chosen from the Heaven Cleaving Manor unleashed his attack. The resounding drumbeats reverberated across the heavens, summoning colossal axes to descend from the sky. These axes radiated a sharpness and power that struck terror into all who witnessed them, and their speed was unparalleled.
Simultaneously, Qin Wentian struck his palms against his battle drums once more. The drums resonated with an intensity that sent echoing ripples through the air. Whistling sounds filled the space as more than ten palm imprints streaked through the atmosphere, mirroring Qin Wentian's previous assault. As the colossal axes descended, the palm imprints transformed into beams of light, clashing head-on with the axes, shattering them into fragments before the residual force surged toward the Heaven Cleaving Manor's Chosen.
"Mhm?" The Chosen's brows furrowed. He was well aware of the potency of his previous attack, yet it had been negated by his opponent. This outcome was a blemish on his reputation. A glint of sharpness flashed in his eyes as he unleashed a barrage of strikes on his drum, summoning an immense axe to eliminate the lingering palm imprints.
Caught off guard by this sudden change, none of the other eleven competitors launched an attack against Qin Wentian.
They remained motionless, but Qin Wentian continued to move. His cold, detached gaze fixed upon the twelve others. It was as though he had transcended worldly concerns, focusing solely on his battle drum. He once again struck his drums, resounding booms echoing through the space and melding with the previous thunderous roars. His aura swelled with increasing intensity, the drum's resonance shaking the very heavens and earth. Although countless shadows of palm imprints filled the sky, in truth, only a single true imprint materialized.
In that moment, Qin Wentian's emotionless eyes locked onto Shi Kuang. His gaze, sharpened to a fine edge, radiated the confidence of a victor. With a single glance, he sent waves of fear rippling through Shi Kuang's heart.
"Die!"
A voice reverberated, infused with a killing intent that seemed to emanate from the very cosmos, coalescing with the power of the spoken word. The palm imprint he unleashed was a manifestation of that deadly command, both saturated with an overwhelming torrent of murderous intent. It hurtled towards Shi Kuang.
The entire space quaked under the weight of this oppressive force. Shi Kuang's expression contorted in terror as a destructive aura surged from him. Desperately, he pounded his drum, conjuring a colossal Heaven-Crippling foot. However, before the foot could fully manifest, the palm imprint arrived, carrying a tyrannical strength and the aura of a demon overlord that could obliterate all in its path, turning everything it touched into a void of nothingness.
BANG!
A thunderous explosion echoed as an annihilating force descended upon Shi Kuang, shattering his battle drum. It wasn't just Shi Kuang; the Heaven-Crippling Sect experts behind him turned deathly pale, realizing they too would bear the consequences of Shi Kuang's defeat. Even the stone platform supporting the drum disintegrated into dust. A beam of light shot towards Qin Wentian, intensifying his aura. One of the remaining eleven experts had nearly launched an attack but abruptly halted, sensing the immense danger emanating from Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian's aura continued to surge, in harmony with the words etched on the stone tablet. Through the battle drums, he harnessed their power as a conduit, enabling him to unleash might exceeding his original cultivation level. Even without relying on his bloodline, with the aid of the battle drum, his aura had reached the sixth level of Heavenly Dipper.
"Now, there are only twelve of us remaining," Qin Wentian declared, his gaze fixed upon the expert from Radiant Gold, his eyes aflame with a thirst for battle.
"So what? In that case, allow me to be the first to seek guidance from you," the expert from Radiant Gold retorted, golden light gleaming in his eyes. Within their depths, it appeared as if a golden spear flickered, radiating a sharpness that caused those who met his gaze to wince in discomfort.
The others followed suit, seeking their own opponents. With twelve participants remaining, it meant six battles in total. Each of them sought to defeat their adversaries, plunder their battle spirits, and grow stronger.
No words were exchanged as they each locked onto their opponents. Qin Wentian didn't need to search for an adversary; he felt an intense battle intent emanating from the Radiant Gold Chosen. Their gazes clashed like lightning bolts in the mid-air.
"I, Chen Tianling, have never encountered a worthy opponent in my life. Although you are all powerful, you will ultimately serve as my stepping stones to the peak," the expert from Radiant Gold declared coldly. As his voice faded, the echoes of his drum resounded through the air, projecting a sharpness that pierced the heavens. Terrifying radiant golden spears materialized, forming a barrage aimed at Qin Wentian.
There was no fear in Qin Wentian's expression. He responded calmly, a palm imprint in the air obliterating the radiant golden spears.
Yet, an even more terrifying force emanated from Chen Tianlin. His eyes and palms turned entirely golden, and with a furious slam onto his battle drum, a fierce wind laden with sharpness swirled around him. Thunderous rumblings filled the air as a colossal, gleaming golden spear, over ten meters in length, manifested. It exuded an aura of invincibility.
"Your palm imprints are impressive!" Chen Tianlin roared in frustration. He hurled the golden spear forward, creating a trail of golden light as its tremendous sharpness annihilated everything in its path.
Qin Wentian's countenance remained tranquil. Whistling sounds filled the air, as the existing sounds merged into one, forming a gargantuan palm imprint that pierced through space, colliding with the golden spear. The spear was halted, but it stubbornly pressed forward, attempting to tear the palm imprint apart. In the end, it disintegrated into a flood of golden light, unable to pierce through the palm imprint in the slightest.
"Even among the Radiant Gold experts, you aren't considered one of the most outstanding. You lack an Immortal Martial Medallion, yet you dare to be so arrogant?" Qin Wentian's voice reverberated through the heavens and earth. Chen Tianlin laughed, his body resonating with rumbling sounds as a radiant golden light emanated from him, casting a golden glow over the area. This was the power of the Radiant Gold bloodline.
"What a ludicrous notion! Comparing yourself to Li Tian? Who do you think you are? Do you genuinely believe that possessing a mere medallion grants you the right to look down upon the rest of us? How insufferably arrogant! I shall end your life with this very strike," Chen Tianlin's laughter rang through the heavens, his body pulsating with a formidable energy infused with the Mandate of Gold. In a surge of fury, even his long hair shimmered with a golden hue as he unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks upon his battle drum.
The resounding boom of the drum thundered across the sky, casting a blanket of golden light over the entire expanse. A might even more potent than before surged forth from within the battle drum.
"Comparing yourself to an ant like you?" Qin Wentian retorted calmly. Then, he struck his drum once more. This time, a hush enveloped the surroundings, as though death itself loomed nearby.
"BRAZEN!" Chen Tianlin howled in fury, yet an unsettling sensation gnawed at his heart. He poured every ounce of his strength into his attacks, unleashing an even more formidable force. "A dead man has no right to speak!" Chen Tianlin declared icily. However, as his words faded, an overwhelming sense of imminent danger from above suddenly engulfed him. Chen Tianlin and his comrades standing behind him all felt their souls quiver with fear.
RUMBLE!
A colossal palm imprint exuding an aura of utter obliteration ruptured through the fabric of reality, descending upon him. Chen Tianlin's eyes narrowed, but all he witnessed was the palm imprint growing larger and more imposing, radiating the power to shatter the heavens and earth, hurtling directly toward him!