Pressure from Di Shi

Pressure from Di Shi

Princess Jiao Yang, hailing from Grand Zhou, bore a prestigious identity and exceptional talent, her fame resounding throughout the Grand Zhou Empire.

She had deliberately chosen Qin Wentian as her target. Just when many believed that his journey had reached its conclusion, he unleashed a dazzling and magnificent strike, revealing that in this world, there were beings not initially adorned with brilliance, yet during critical moments, their radiance could outshine even the Heaven Chosen. It was perhaps only now that everyone truly saw Qin Wentian, striding toward the stage where history could be rewritten.

At this moment, Qin Wentian involuntarily quickened the heartbeats of those around him. Could he be one of those rare individuals? A nameless commoner ascending to the grand and dazzling stage that was the Royal Sacred Region, forging an era uniquely his own?

Perhaps he would!

Even those from the Tuotian Sect and the supreme Di Clan, currently embroiled in combat, couldn't help but redirect their attention to this gripping duel. Shortly after, they witnessed Princess Jiao Yang being forced backward from the monument, while Qin Wentian remained firmly on the first row. The monument before him, despite his victory over two opponents, showed no sign of his intention to advance.

Blood trickled from the corners of Princess Jiao Yang's lips, her face now pallid as she gazed at the young man before her in bewilderment. She couldn't fathom the reality of what had just transpired. That magnificent strike he executed earlier, what was it?

Her heart raced, her countenance oscillating between disappointment and a wry smile. She had pondered various scenarios of her possible elimination. Perhaps a close defeat in a fierce confrontation against top-tier Heaven Chosen, or even falling to one of the eight absolute geniuses. If that had occurred, it might not have left her feeling so disheartened. However, the harsh truth was that she had been vanquished by someone she had never even considered a contender. She knew nothing about Qin Wentian, save for his bravery and the fact that he had slain the little ancestor of the supreme Di Clan.

BOOM!

Another resounding crash echoed as yet another figure was forcefully repelled. Glancing at the defeated combatant, Princess Jiao Yang froze momentarily before a bitter smile graced her lips. Representatives of both Grand Zhou and Grand Shang had been defeated nearly simultaneously, sealing their fate outside the top ten of the Immortal Martial Realm.

Shang Tong wore an unsightly expression, smarting from his own defeat to Ji Feixue. His heart churned with discontent, especially when he noticed that Qin Wentian, the person who had chosen to remain on the first row, was still progressing on the path. His anger surged further, unaware that moments earlier, Qin Wentian had already triumphed over Princess Jiao Yang, now standing beside him.

"What an ironic twist, someone who only knows how to lurk at the rear. I should have dealt with him sooner," Shang Tong muttered, turning to glance at Princess Jiao Yang, a mocking smile playing on his lips. Though Shang Tong's words were not intentionally aimed at her, Princess Jiao Yang's countenance underwent a dramatic shift. Shang Tong's ridicule of Qin Wentian indirectly targeted her as well, given that the person he mocked was the same one who had bested her.

"Since you've already been eliminated, do you still possess the qualifications to pass judgment on others?" Princess Jiao Yang retorted, her tone laced with cold disdain. She flicked her sleeves in a gesture of dismissal, the fire of anger burning within her. Remaining any longer felt too embarrassing.

Shang Tong, too, turned away and headed toward the floating bridge. As he departed, Lin Xianer was defeated by Chi Lian. This outcome didn't surprise the spectators, for although Lin Xianer was formidable, the eight absolute era-suppressing geniuses proved their worth. Be it Ji Feixue or Chi Lian, none of them disappointed the audience.

Upon reaching the floating bridge, Shang Tong cast his gaze over the crowd. Instantly, the onlookers who had been observing him earlier averted their eyes. Despite his defeat, Shang Tong remained a formidable presence to these spectators whose cultivation remained suppressed. Given his current irritable mood, antagonizing him would be unwise.

Swiftly, Shang Tong noticed that conflicts were unfolding on the floating bridges. His attention focused on Ye Lingshuang, and a glint of coldness, akin to a sharp blade's edge, flickered in his eyes. Ye Lingshuang, the daughter of the Human Emperor, belonged to the same Battle Sword Sect as Ji Feixue and Qin Wentian.

Memories of the audacity displayed by the Battle Sword Sect in Xuan King City resurfaced in Shang Tong's mind. He sneered, "Members of the Battle Sword Sect seem to think they're invincible, always seeking trouble wherever they go."

Ye Lingshuang had just finished a skirmish with an expert from the supreme Di Clan when she heard Shang Tong's remarks. She couldn't resist retorting to his insult, "After being defeated and now coming here to assert dominance, how utterly absurd."

Shang Tong's eyes grew colder as he locked onto Ye Lingshuang. Stepping forward, he exerted an immense pressure that forced her to retreat. Floating in the air, he stared down at her with disdain and coldly declared, "Even if I were defeated by Ji Feixue, it's far from your place to comment on that. Even though you are Ye Qingyun's daughter, you lack both courage and strength. As for Ye Qingyun's other sons, they are nothing but trash. It's a pitiful situation for Ye Qingyun; he has no worthy successors."

Unable to endure such derogatory remarks, Ye Lingshuang swiftly responded to his insult.

Shang Tong's icy glare intensified as he focused on Ye Lingshuang. With a step forward, he exerted immense pressure, forcing her backward. Rising above her, he gazed down with disdain and spoke with an icy tone, "Even if I were defeated by Ji Feixue, it's not your place to comment on it. Despite being Ye Qingyun's daughter, you lack both the courage and the strength. As for Ye Qingyun's other sons, they are all worthless. Ye Qingyun's predicament is pitiable; he has no worthy heirs."

As his words hung in the air, Shang Tong unleashed a barrage of golden palm imprints that violently struck Ye Lingshuang. She was sent hurtling through the air before crashing to the ground, blood spewing from her lips.

Members of the Tuotian Sect and the supreme Di Clan encircled her, their smiles growing wider. During their previous skirmish, despite holding the upper hand, they couldn't breach her defenses. Their failure had only fueled their anger.

Fan Le, Ouyang Kuangsheng, and their companions stepped forward, their expressions darkening. Shang Tong's suppression of his cultivation had been lifted, giving him the upper hand, and he could easily end their lives.

"You shameless bastard," Fan Le seethed.

"A creature devoid of manners," Shang Tong commented coldly. He advanced, his overwhelming presence engulfing everyone. With another powerful palm strike, Fan Le and his comrades were sent hurtling through the air, defenseless against his might.

Shang Tong seethed with anger; how could he tolerate Fan Le's retort?

"Do as you wish with them," Shang Tong declared coldly, his eyes flicking toward the members of the Tuotian Sect and supreme Di Clan. These individuals were far from pleased with Shang Tong's arrogant demeanor. They were all exceptional individuals whose only handicap was the suppression of their cultivation. Shang Tong's haughty attitude made them yearn to give him a good thrashing. Nevertheless, they recognized that Shang Tong was assisting them for now, so they reluctantly complied. They approached Ye Lingshuang, Yun Mengyi, and the others. When their gazes landed on the two beauties, Ye Lingshuang and Yun Mengyi, a sinister gleam flickered in their eyes.

Suddenly, an eerie chill descended upon them. Turning around, they saw Princess Jiao Yang coldly fixing her gaze on them. Then, Princess Jiao Yang shifted her attention to Shang Tong and admonished, "Bullying people with their cultivation suppressed so brazenly. When those members of the Battle Sword Sect, with their suppression lifted, return, won't that result in your own humiliation?"

Evidently, despite her own defeat, the proud Princess Jiao Yang had little regard for Shang Tong's character.

"Hmph," Shang Tong snorted dismissively. Although he acknowledged that his actions were improper, he cared little about it. At this moment, another conspicuous figure arrived, capturing the attention of countless spectators. It was Lin Xian`er.

"Grand Shang's crown prince, the Eye King, Shang Tong, and he turns out to be such a person," Lin Xian`er remarked, her eyes glinting with coldness. It was clear that she also held Shang Tong in low esteem. This further fueled Shang Tong's anger, and his countenance became increasingly unsightly.

"I, Shang Tong, have always acted according to my own desires. I don't need the opinions of others," he declared. With that, he moved toward Ye Lingshuang's group, emanating an aura of murderous intent. Princess Jiao Yang observed his actions with disdain in her eyes, but she didn't intervene, as this matter was not her concern.

"I can no longer tolerate your despicable behavior," Lin Xian`er declared, her eyes filled with a chilling resolve as she advanced toward Shang Tong. The spectacle drew the interest of the surrounding spectators.

Shang Tong inclined his head, locking gazes with Lin Xian`er. However, a battle between them did not erupt.

Meanwhile, the activities of the participants still on the path of monuments appeared to have slowed down. Qin Wentian remained at the first row for a total of seven days and nights before finally advancing to the second. His consciousness extended outward, and he eventually stood before a stone monument, immersing his perception within it.

Inside the space, astral light flashed as a figure clad in astral armor proudly stood amidst heaven and earth. The runic lights of this space descended rapidly, cascading onto Qin Wentian's body and radiating resplendently. Before long, his entire body was enveloped in a layer of astral light.

What mysterious power lay concealed within this enigmatic stone monument? It was a question that swirled through Qin Wentian's mind as he stood before it, his curiosity piqued.

He hadn't even had a moment to focus on cultivating when, to his complete astonishment, another participant invaded his chosen stone monument. This unexpected intrusion left him utterly speechless.

Throughout his time in the Immortal Martial Realm, Qin Wentian had made a conscious decision not to intrude into the stone monuments of others. He had chosen this path to maximize his cultivation time, determined not to squander even a single precious moment.

As the spectators on the floating bridges observed the identity of the intruder who dared to challenge Qin Wentian, audible gasps and exclamations filled the air. It seemed that Qin Wentian's journey in the Immortal Martial Realm was about to meet an untimely end.

They had all been wondering why this intruder had shown such restraint, refraining from taking action against Qin Wentian. However, it appeared that this restraint had finally snapped, and he was now poised to confront Qin Wentian head-on.

"As for why I refrained from challenging you earlier," declared Di Shi with an air of tyrannical arrogance, "it's because I knew I couldn't kill you within the Immortal Martial Realm, so I saw no point in wasting my time. But it seems you are still here, Qin Wentian. In that case, even if I can't end your life here, I can certainly force you off this path. You may retain your life temporarily, but rest assured, I will claim it sooner or later." His voice resonated with an unwavering conviction as he fixed his sharp gaze upon the seemingly insignificant figure he regarded as his prey.