Who Wants To Kill Me?
Who Wants To Kill Me? . . .
The astral warbeasts that Qin Wentian had summoned raced through the Royal Sacred Region, tirelessly delivering wedding invitations to the Medicine Sovereign Valley, Ye Country, and the Battle Sword Sect. Surprisingly, the news of his upcoming wedding didn't stir much commotion among the other powers residing in the Royal Sacred Region.
In the eyes of the Royal Sacred Region's experts, Grand Xia was merely a desolate land. Who would pay attention to a remote country within that desolation? Qin Wentian's name had vanished from the Royal Sacred Region for months, leading many to speculate that he was in seclusion, focused on his cultivation. Those who received the wedding invitations made preparations, estimating the travel time required to reach Chu.
Meanwhile, Di Tian remained within the immortal palace, locked in relentless battles against the buried immortals.
In his current bout, Di Tian faced off against a middle-aged man adorned in imposing black armor. This opponent possessed a robust and powerful physique, their combat prowess seemingly boundless. Every strike released palm imprints that filled the space, obliterating all who dared oppose them. Though Di Tian couldn't discern which Mandates' true intent were fused in these attacks, he sensed the presence of the true intent of Space.
Brandishing an ancient halberd, Di Tian struck back with ferocity, creating a colossal arc of brilliant energy that cleaved through the sky like a blade.
"Chi, chi..."
A dazzling gash marred the oncoming palm imprint. As the halberd swept through the air, a vortex of invisible destructive power spun in all directions, causing a thunderous explosion as the palm imprint disintegrated.
"Good job," the middle-aged man acknowledged, stepping forward to deliver a powerful fist strike that descended from the heavens toward Di Tian.
"Bzz!"
Di Tian swiftly ascended into the air, launching a crushing halberd strike. Everywhere the weapon traversed, it unleashed torrents of destructive energy. A deafening explosion reverberated as the halberd clashed with the fist imprint, shattering it once more.
Their combat speed increased, with each exchange growing fiercer and more destructive. The entire space was consumed by the cataclysmic clash of their energies, pushed to the very limits of power.
Finally, when the dust settled, the middle-aged man withdrew and grinned at Di Tian. "Impressive. Your Sword Demonforce fusion intent has surpassed the Illusory Demonforce, making it your most formidable attack. If you infuse this energy into your sword techniques or palm arts, their potency will increase exponentially."
Di Tian nodded. "Indeed, it's finally perfected. The pure offensive strength of the Sword Demonforce exceeds that of the Illusory Demonforce, trading illusion for raw power. It's a form of energy categorized under pure force."
"Your progress is astounding. I look forward to the day when you can defeat me." The sturdy middle-aged man laughed. Di Tian's rapid advancement had left all the immortals astonished. Perhaps there was a genuine possibility that he could pass all the tests.
"I hope to pass the tests as soon as possible, to gain control of the immortal palace. That way, you won't have to endure the torment of being sealed any longer," Di Tian said, gazing at the hopeful eyes of those watching him from afar.
His determination to succeed strengthened his resolve. He had to achieve this goal.
...
In Chu, within the Mo Residence, a fierce battle was on the brink of erupting.
"Eliminate Qin Wentian!" The Shi Ancestor issued the command. Simultaneously, the enemy experts soared into the sky, unleashing their constellations. The firmament itself transformed into a dazzling display of celestial phenomena.
Fairy Qingmei's face contorted with unspeakable frustration as she lunged towards the Shi Ancestor. Her Shadow Glamor Constellation burst forth, shrouding her in an enigmatic aura.
The Wang Ancestor's icy gaze locked onto the Jiang Ancestor, and he uttered a chilling remark, "The path you've chosen is folly." His powerful constellation unleashed ten-thousand feet of blade light, creating a cascading torrent from the heavens.
With a disdainful snort, the Jiang Ancestor rose to meet the impending clash. Hope rested heavily on the possibility of Qin Wentian having a hidden ace up his sleeve. Otherwise, this battle would be treacherous, with no chance of retreat.
"Everyone in the Mo Residence, evacuate immediately," Mo Qingcheng commanded, hovering in mid-air. Helplessness filled the hearts of those within the residence as they had no choice but to flee. In the presence of these experts, they were powerless to offer assistance.
A radiant white flame enveloped Mo Qingcheng, resembling a fiery armor that both protected her and exuded a terrifying, incinerating aura. This potent defensive treasure, endowed with offensive capabilities, was a gift from the Medicine Sovereign.
She retreated while guarding the courtyard where Qin Wentian rested. However, her brow furrowed as she spotted several Celestial Phenomenon Ascendants approaching.
Despite having nine ascendants on their side, the enemy's numerical advantage posed a significant threat. Holding back the nine ascendants would free the surplus to target Qin Wentian, their top priority.
Among the three approaching ascendants, one hailed from the Star-Seizing Manor, another was the renowned Swordlord of Yan, and the third originated from the Demon Continent.
"Make way!" The Swordlord's voice sliced through the air. An outpouring of boundless sword light cascaded from the sky, annihilating buildings below and reducing them to rubble.
A vibrant, flame-like halo formed around Mo Qingcheng, shielding Qin Wentian from harm. "How can you withstand the three of us? He'll meet his end today," the Swordlord declared coldly. His hands shaped intricate sword mudras, and from the astral light of his constellation emerged a sword that divided into nine gleaming blades, hurtling towards Mo Qingcheng.
The flames of incineration radiated by Mo Qingcheng's armor blazed hotter, and she struck out with fists that pierced the very void. The fiery onslaught clashed with the incoming swords.
A snort emanated from the ascendant of the Demon Continent as he soared into the heavens. His presence mirrored that of ten thousand demonic beasts charging relentlessly, seeking to trample Mo Qingcheng beneath their stampede. Mo Qingcheng's complexion paled, her incineration flames blazing with such intensity it seemed they could scorch the very heavens. She directed her fiery onslaught towards the demonic horde.
In this dire moment, a torrent of formidable palm strikes rent the protective flame halo asunder. The ascendant from the Star-Seizing Manor materialized above Qin Wentian, gazing at him with malevolence. Resplendent energy converged in his palms, preparing for a devastating assault.
Yet, just as he readied to unleash his attack, the supposedly comatose Qin Wentian abruptly opened his eyes. A bone-chilling beam of coldness shot forth, its frigidity piercing the ascendant's heart. In the center of Qin Wentian's brow, a third eye appeared, and within both his eyes, a fearsome spiral manifested. The world seemed to fade, drawn into the spirals within his gaze. Qin Wentian rose to his feet, transforming into a streak of light as he surged forward, a harbinger of death charging towards the Star-Seizing Manor's ascendant.
"BE GONE!" The enraged Star-Seizing Manor ascendant bellowed, unleashing a thunderous palm strike that sent shockwaves rippling through space. Destructive currents surged, wreaking havoc in its wake. His eyes gleamed with determination as he forcefully jabbed his fingers into his brow, unleashing a brilliant burst of light from his eyes. With sheer willpower, he wrested himself from the illusion that had ensnared him. The world snapped back into focus, and he chastised himself for his momentary lapse. He had unwittingly entered Qin Wentian's dreamscape. Fortunate for him, his formidable power and ironclad will allowed him to break free. Had it been someone at the Heavenly Dipper Realm, one glance from Qin Wentian would have sufficed to ensnare them in his dreamscape, with no escape in sight.
In reality, Qin Wentian had already risen to his feet. His finger traced a delicate line across the demon sword, staining it crimson with his blood. Torrents of sword qi surged, ascending toward the heavens. A radiant energy, almost otherworldly in its intensity, enveloped him, forming a protective armor.
"Do you seek my demise?" Qin Wentian inquired as he advanced through the air. Despite his outward frailty, a mere glance from him sent a shiver down the Star-Seizing Manor ascendant's spine.
"Do you know how Ouyang Mutian met his end?" Qin Wentian's voice held an uncanny power that instilled dread in those who heard it.
"He's already a spent force, a fading star. KILL HIM!" commanded the Swordlord in the skies. The ascendant from the Star-Seizing Manor was bathed in astral light as countless palm imprints materialized from his constellation, hurtling downward. Qin Wentian pressed onward, his storm of sword qi effortlessly cleaving through the descending palm imprints.
"Is that so?" Qin Wentian's eyes gleamed with scorn as he continued his advance.
"PERISH!" The ascendant unleashed a devastating surge of astral light, an incandescent brilliance surpassing that of constellations.
"ROAR!" A fearsome, demonic howl shattered the silence. From Qin Wentian, a phantom-like figure emerged, its blood-red glow illuminating the heavens. It took on the shape of Qin Wentian himself, his Bloodline Protection ability manifesting.
The demon phantom delivered a powerful strike, clashing palms with the ascendant's ultimate attack. Overwhelming demonic energy engulfed the area, causing the ascendant to tremble. What manner of power was this that had countered his strike?
Suddenly, Qin Wentian, who had been advancing steadily, swung his demon sword. The blade cut through the skies, conjuring a devastating maelstrom of destruction, its force so potent that space itself quivered, disintegrating by the second.
The sword strike seemed deceptively ordinary, yet it sent a wave of terror coursing through the Star-Seizing Manor ascendant's heart.
In a furious response, the ascendant unleashed a dual-palm strike. However, the moment his palm imprints connected with the demon sword, they disintegrated instantly.
"Puchi!"
The demon sword pierced the Star-Seizing Manor ascendant's body, although not in a fatal spot. Still, terror and despair clouded the ascendant's visage.
The other ascendants engaged in mid-air combat turned their attention to the unfolding scene, their narrowed eyes fixated on the Star-Seizing Manor's ascendant. In their scrutinizing gazes, the ascendant disintegrated slowly, vanishing into nothingness.
Qin Wentian then retrieved his demon sword, suspended in the air. He cast an icy gaze upon the other enemy ascendants and issued a chilling inquiry, "Which among you still harbors intentions of slaying me?"