Extreme Combat Strength?
Extreme Combat Strength?
In this climactic moment, Qin Wentian's physique had swelled to an enormous scale, resembling that of a fiendish deity. His palms radiated a torrential astral light, asserting dominance over both heaven and earth.
Di Shi, accompanied by the gigantic azure roc manifestation behind him, launched a simultaneous assault, unleashing brilliant torrents of pure destruction that painted the sky with resplendent colors. In the midst of their battle, faint, shadowy heavenly constellations began to take form, astonishing all those who bore witness. The clash between two Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns had conjured a spectral celestial display. Though not genuine constellations, their mere semblance sent shivers down the spines of the onlookers.
"Bind!" Di Shi roared, releasing a boundless azure radiance from the azure roc. Several eerie bird-like silhouettes abruptly materialized beside Qin Wentian, ensnaring him with an iron grip.
"What kind of power is this?!" The spectators exclaimed in astonishment. Each predatory bird seemed to emerge from the very abyss, holding Qin Wentian in their vice-like clutches. The azure roc let out a savage roar, the glint in its eyes striking terror into the hearts of all who witnessed it.
"Even if you desire death, you shan't escape it!" Di Shi's icy roar echoed as he advanced menacingly toward Qin Wentian.
Era-suppressing geniuses were no ordinary individuals. They stood at the pinnacle of the Royal Sacred Region's most exceptional era. Their prowess was incomparable, and their arrogance, though often insufferable, was well-deserved. They were not to be trifled with, as their combat abilities spoke volumes. Indeed, this was why they bore the title "era-suppressing geniuses."
"Truly formidable," the spectators murmured in awe. It was clear why these eight individuals were hailed as era-suppressing geniuses. Despite Di Shi's temporary expulsion from the top ten of the Immortal Martial Realm rankings, most understood that his true power remained undiminished.
"Are you even worthy?" Qin Wentian stared intently at Di Shi. Suddenly, an ethereal sword aura enveloped the entire space, while a third eye materialized on his forehead. His Great Dream astral soul emerged behind him.
With a thunderous stomp, the heavens and the earth quaked as the intangible sword aura solidified, piercing through Di Shi's body. In that moment, Di Shi let out an anguished cry, his ascent toward Qin Wentian abruptly decelerating.
BOOM!
A surge of unparalleled power surged forth. Despite the formidable binding force restricting him, Qin Wentian executed another resolute stomp. In an instant, Di Shi felt as though he had been plunged into an illusion. No longer was he on the Sacred Battle Platform; instead, he found himself in a separate dimension—a dreamscape conjured by Qin Wentian.
"Dreamscape!" Di Shi's complexion turned ashen as he gazed upon the Great Dream astral soul. Although he recognized this dreamscape as an illusion, he realized that, despite his formidable willpower, he could not free himself from this dream crafted by Qin Wentian.
"I WON'T BE DECEIVED!" Di Shi bellowed in madness. The azure roc roared, intensifying its grip on Qin Wentian. His bloodline surged even more violently, endowing him with a unique strength drawn from the ancient primordial azure roc.
"I have no need to deceive you. This is my dream—a dream that will claim your life. Enjoy it," Qin Wentian's voice resounded as he executed another stomp. Di Shi witnessed several colossal silhouettes materialize around him—nightmarish monstrosities that blocked his path. Each of these grotesque figures wielded massive, devilish halberds, all thrusting toward Di Shi simultaneously.
"These are nothing but illusions," Di Shi's eyes flashed with an indomitable sharpness.
Puchi... A crisp sound echoed as the halberds impaled Di Shi's body.
"ARGHH!" A guttural scream of agony reverberated, and Di Shi's complexion instantly paled as his entire body convulsed in torment.
BOOM!
With another commanding stomp, Qin Wentian unleashed an invisible sword that sliced through the air, eliciting a pained groan from Di Shi as blood seeped from the corners of his lips.
This perplexing sight left spectators in a state of bewilderment. What had just occurred to Di Shi?
They couldn't witness the dreamscape created by Qin Wentian, only seeing Di Shi's body convulsing violently before he coughed up blood. They remained ignorant of the excruciating agony he endured, the terror of the dreamscape eluding their comprehension.
"Dreamforce, he's entered a dreamscape!" A spectator exclaimed in astonishment. The Di Clan members wore alarmed expressions. Though Di Shi was aware of the dream's artificial nature, he remained trapped within it, overwhelmed by its sheer tyranny.
Only Qin Wentian knew that the dream he'd crafted was not nearly as powerful as it could have been. He had experienced a lifetime of despair within the Royal Tomb of Grand Xia, an experience that embodied true tyranny.
This technique was a skill he'd acquired from the Great Dream Immortal Art in the Royal Tomb of Grand Xia. In his dreamscape, he could instill agony and despair.
"Di Shi, your day of reckoning has arrived," Qin Wentian declared coldly. His words prompted a look of unspeakable dread on Di Shi's face. His day of reckoning?
Countless malevolent halberds writhed within him, inflicting an agony worse than death.
"Qin Wentian is just as formidable," the spectators marveled. In this epic battle of nine experts, each possessed unimaginably potent trump cards, elevating the intensity of their confrontations to levels beyond imagination.
Approaching Di Shi, Qin Wentian's palm gleamed with ominous runic symbols. Astral light danced as a devastating power cascaded toward his foe. With a sudden flicker, Qin Wentian's palm crashed into Di Shi's forehead, releasing a tidal wave of star-seizing imprints, their might capable of obliterating everything in their path.
"GO TO HELL!" Di Shi tilted his head abruptly, his eyes filled with unwavering determination. A blinding azure radiance exploded from him as a horde of raptors dove headlong into Qin Wentian, their talons tearing at his flesh.
"DIE NOW!" Di Shi roared, shattering the dreamscape and leaving the spectators thunderstruck.
"IMPUDENT!" Human Emperor Ye Qingyun bellowed in outrage, radiating resplendent light as he exclaimed, "Di Shi harnessed the power of an external item! Why hasn't the Sacred Battle Platform's overseer intervened?"
"It's not an external item; it has already merged with Di Shi as one. And even if it were, it's not a divine weapon," retorted a Di Clan expert smugly. His explanation sent shockwaves through the crowd. They finally grasped that Di Shi's sudden burst of strength, which had shattered the dreamscape, was reliant on an item.
No wonder he had been so confident. It was true; he had grown stronger. The Di Clan members asserted that this item had fused seamlessly with Di Shi. But what exactly was this mysterious object?
Was Qin Wentian about to meet his end here?
Mo Qingcheng clenched her hands tightly, her complexion pale. Meanwhile, the members of the Battle Sword Sect wore grim expressions. It wasn't every day that a figure like Qin Wentian emerged in their sect. They were unwilling to witness his demise in such a fashion.
With bated breath, everyone watched as Di Shi's unleashed power seemed to reach supreme-tier levels. No wonder he had dared to challenge every Heavenly Dipper Sovereign in the Royal Sacred Region, aiming for the title of "Unrivaled in Heavenly Dipper."
On the Sacred Battle Platform, Qin Wentian activated the Incarnation Burst Technique, bathing in radiant runic light. With a furious roar, he released a torrent of overpowering force, countering Di Shi's summoned strength. These runes then congealed into an immense palm imprint that blotted out the sky, sweeping forth to annihilate space and separate the two combatants.
With a strained "Chi!" both Qin Wentian and Di Shi coughed up blood.
Qin Wentian's visage was a ghastly sight, his aura fluctuating wildly, evidence of grievous injuries. He fixed a piercing gaze on Di Shi and stated, "That power wasn't originally yours."
"It has completely merged with me, becoming my own strength," Di Shi retorted, his eyes glinting with malice as he locked eyes with Qin Wentian. "Moreover, it doesn't breach the rules; it's not a divine weapon. Let me remind you, Qin Wentian, on this platform, if I survive, you cannot concede or exit. Your fate is sealed; NO ONE CAN SAVE YOU!"
"Is that within the rules?" Qin Wentian inquired, directing his gaze towards the overseer.
"Yes," came the reply. Witnessing Qin Wentian's continued survival despite the odds, spectators couldn't help but shudder. His last-minute surge of power had rivaled Di Shi's ultimate strike.
"In that case, medicinal pills should also be permissible, as they aren't divine weapons," Qin Wentian commented calmly, producing several bottles of pills that left the audience dumbfounded.
Qin Wentian selected a bottle and swallowed a few pills, his aura swiftly recovering to its zenith. Subsequently, much to the astonishment of the onlookers, he chose another bottle and consumed more pills, mending his injuries at an astonishing pace.
"Having a fifth-ranked alchemist as a girlfriend is truly marvelous," quipped someone in the crowd. It had momentarily slipped their minds that the Holy Maiden of the Medicine Sovereign Valley was a fifth-ranked alchemist and, given her connection to Qin Wentian, it wasn't surprising that she supplied him with valuable medicinal pills.
If Qin Wentian couldn't be dispatched in a single blow, he could mend even the direst injuries. His adversaries, on the other hand, lacked this advantage.
"This battle is far from over. Di Shi's earlier display of power was simply overwhelming. He claimed an item had fused with him, but what could it be? It appeared to embody the essence of a genuine ancient primordial roc," murmured the audience, their hearts quaking with unease. It seemed that Qin Wentian remained in peril.
"Since the fight has not yet concluded and you've been restored to your peak with the help of those pills, I'll be your next opponent," declared Liu Lan, fixing a frosty gaze on Qin Wentian. Di Shi remained silent; he too required time to recuperate. He had sensed that, in his final moment of strength, Qin Wentian had unleashed power far surpassing his usual limits. Now that Qin Wentian had been restored to peak condition, it made sense for him to take a breather before attempting to finish Qin Wentian off.
"Oh? Taking turns to face me? Aiming for the title of Unrivaled in Heavenly Dipper? I'm interested to see just how formidable someone at the supreme-tier truly is," Qin Wentian remarked, his eyes brimming with unyielding battle intent. His acceptance of these battles had a clear purpose—to gauge the combat prowess of these formidable individuals. Only under such immense pressure could he push himself to the limits and continue to improve.
Facing opponents who had comprehended a true intent on the Sacred Battle Platform was crucial to his further growth.
The stone platforms rotated, moving Di Shi's platform away from the center while Liu Lan's ascended, positioning him directly across from Qin Wentian.
"He's a battle fanatic," murmured a spectator. "When I first saw him, he exuded a sunny disposition and appeared reserved. Who would have guessed he harbored such a fierce combat spirit? No wonder he's reached such heights. Just where do the limits of this top-ranked Immortal Martial Realm expert lie?"
As Liu Lan advanced, a palpable sense of apocalyptic power filled the space, causing Qin Wentian's body to feel as though it might rupture. Bolts of lightning imbued with murderous intent descended relentlessly, striking his body with devastating force. Yet, Qin Wentian stood tall like a War Divinity Fiendgod, his massive form unyielding, impervious to the onslaught.