Slaying an Immortal

Slaying an Immortal . . .

As Qin Wentian's audacious words echoed through the air, those in attendance could scarcely believe their ears. A stunned silence enveloped the crowd.

"He's lost his mind, utterly mad!" Someone exclaimed, their eyes fixed on Qin Wentian, who now stood high above, radiating unyielding confidence. While it was undeniable that he had crafted an immortal-ranked weapon, and his talent was unparalleled among his peers, he seemed unwilling to temper his hubris. He had certainly come a long way, but his unbridled tongue threatened to be his undoing.

Such an attitude might pass muster when confronting those beneath the immortal-foundation realm. However, to taunt and challenge immortals, even in word alone? It was an affront to the very concept of mortality.

In the realm of immortality, mortals, no matter how extraordinary, remained just that—mortal. These prodigies, these so-called geniuses, what fraction of them could genuinely transcend the constraints of mortality?

Not one among the ascendant ranks who ultimately ascended to immortality was an ordinary individual. They were, without exception, the most luminous stars among their respective generations.

Qin Wentian's words insinuated that the immortal before him was despicable, a mere speck among those of his own rank, destined to be trampled upon. His words constituted not only provocation but also a declaration of war against an immortal.

One had to wonder—what made him so audacious? Could it be that the forging of an immortal-ranked weapon had gone to his head, leading to arrogance and a failure to comprehend the vastness of the cosmos? Did he truly believe that, armed with this weapon, he could challenge immortals with impunity?

The crowd mulled over these questions. Most assumed that Qin Wentian was about to learn a bitter lesson. Some even feared he might lose his life.

What's more, how could the immortal-foundation expert from the Battle Heavens Immortal Manor tolerate these humiliating words from someone of inferior cultivation? His face, though calm, belied a smoldering anger. Immortals, having overcome myriad trials and tribulations to attain their lofty status, possessed unwavering resolve. Although he seethed with indignation, he maintained his composure, betraying only a flicker of anger in his eyes.

"Are you aware of the adage in the immortal realms, 'One must never insult an immortal'?" the immortal-foundation expert inquired, his gaze fixed upon Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian, for his part, perceived the rising menace in the immortal's demeanor. Yet, having forged an immortal-ranked weapon and gained the Nine Immortality Bells' recognition, he understood that these major power representatives would relentlessly pursue the secret concealed within. Thus, he decided to seize this opportunity to make a stand. Otherwise, others would continue to exert pressure upon him.

"I've never heard of such a saying. I only know that those who humiliate others deserve to be humiliated themselves. If you disregard the pride and dignity of others, upon what grounds do you demand respect? In my eyes, whether mortal or immortal, the only distinction lies between friend and foe," Qin Wentian retorted, his gaze never wavering from the immortal.

As his words hung in the air, the immortal erupted into laughter—an arrogant, disdainful laugh. His eyes remained locked on Qin Wentian as he spoke, his voice dripping with condescension, "Ignorant fool, you speak of friends and foes, yet do you even qualify as my adversary? Your existence is but a speck of dust in the tapestry of my life. Even if you've forged an immortal-ranked weapon, I shall now confiscate that very weapon and, if I so choose, your life as well. No, perhaps I shall spare your life and subject you to a soul-search, stripping your memories away."

Qin Wentian met the immortal's gaze, his expression unwavering, a sea of calm amidst the impending storm.

Qin Wentian's gaze remained unyielding as he challenged the immortal-foundation expert. "So, is this your true self?" he quipped. "Let's see what you've got."

A self-assured smile played on the immortal's lips. "Prepare to learn the might of an immortal," he retorted, his arrogance palpable. His outstretched palm emanated a colossal imprint, steadily growing in size as radiant, immortal light enveloped it. The sheer power within this strike could shake the heavens, and its devastating impact would undoubtedly lay waste to countless mortals.

Though Qin Wentian stood at a considerable distance from the immortal, an overwhelming pressure bore down upon him. In response, the ancient bells tolled frenetically, cocooning him in a radiant armor of runic light, mitigating the oppressive force.

Simultaneously, the immortal-light-infused long spear burst forth, colliding with the palm imprint and shattering it.

But this was only the beginning.

"Do you truly believe that a mere immortal-ranked weapon can deter me from ending your life?" the immortal's haughty voice resonated. He advanced toward Qin Wentian with each step intensifying the pressure, causing the protective light armor to tremble as though it might disintegrate. Were it not for the Nine Immortality Bells' energy, the immortal-foundation expert could end Qin Wentian's life with a single stride.

The chasm between mortals and immortals was unfathomably vast, particularly for someone as weak as Qin Wentian, with only a third-level Celestial Phenomenon cultivation. How could he possibly contend with an immortal?

"This young man is audacious indeed, to insult an immortal directly. His demise seems imminent," murmured a spectator from afar, awed by the terrifying might of immortals.

At that moment, the immortal seemed to possess multiple limbs, his countless palm imprints multiplying exponentially, threatening to devour the very skies as they hurtled toward Qin Wentian.

"Immortals are truly awe-inspiring. How can that young man hope to defend himself with just an immortal-ranked weapon?"

The onlookers anticipated Qin Wentian's impending demise as they watched the radiant, immortal-laden palm imprints illuminate the space.

Yet Qin Wentian remained steadfast, his countenance unflinching. With a wave of his hand and a surge of will, a tremendous force emanated from the immortal-ranked spear.

"A divine weapon connected to immortality—a spear that shakes the heavens!" Qin Wentian's eyes glittered with a frigid determination as the spear cleaved through the skies. His attack resembled the furious onslaught of a primordial giant, shattering the resplendent palm imprints and sending thunderous shockwaves rippling through the air.

Before the echoes of the impact could fade, the immortal-foundation expert descended upon the airspace above Qin Wentian. His form expanded, encircled by a corona of immortal light, his penetrating gaze fixed on Qin Wentian. To him, Qin Wentian was no more significant than an ant, despite the latter having twice resisted his attacks.

Yet, the situation appeared irrevocable. In the eyes of the immortal-foundation expert, Qin Wentian was nothing more than a doomed soul.

"Remarkable," the expert remarked coldly. "To think that you, by borrowing the immortal energy within the Nine Immortality Bells, have forged an immortal-ranked weapon. Even though you are its creator, you lack the worthiness to wield it. After all, what use does a deceased soul have for an immortal weapon?"

His radiance intensified to the point where the very air seemed infused with immortal power. Even distant spectators could feel the oppressive atmosphere.

"Time to put an end to this," the immortal declared, his figure flickering as a brilliant light flashed. Countless palm imprints surged simultaneously, blotting out the sky.

"BOOOM!"

The chimes of the Nine Immortality Bells reverberated through the air at this pivotal moment.

"BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!" The harmonious resonance of the bells filled the space, converging around Qin Wentian. It was as if a surge of immortal energy flowed forth from the bells, enveloping him. In this moment, an enormous primordial figure began taking shape above Qin Wentian, towering over 30,000 meters tall, radiating an awe-inspiring presence.

With Qin Wentian at its center, this colossal figure embodied a heaven-piercing might.

This colossal figure reached out and seized the divine long spear. In an instant, the immortal-ranked weapon expanded, its brilliance shining forth in blinding radiance, accompanied by an icy voice echoing through the air.

"You speak the truth. What need do the deceased have for immortal weapons?"

The voice was undoubtedly Qin Wentian's, carrying an air of solemnity and irresistible authority.

With unstoppable force, the figure thrust the spear forward, obliterating the boundless palm imprints. The sheer power it possessed left space itself shattered in its wake.

Everywhere the spear struck, desolation reigned, transforming everything it touched into mere void.

The immortal-foundation expert's countenance underwent a stark change. Despite the intensifying radiance of his immortal light, his frantic defense proved futile against the spear's relentless momentum.

"RUMBLE!"

The divine spear in Qin Wentian's grasp bore the intent to shatter the very heavens and earth. The immortal-foundation expert, his teeth clenched in desperation, made a sudden choice—retreat. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a streak of light as he opted for flight.

Yet, to his disbelief, the long spear wielded by the colossal figure only continued to extend relentlessly, relentlessly pursuing him. Every strike of the spear carried with it a terrifying force, capable of making even the most dreaded specters and demons wail in terror.

"Chi!"

A piercing sound sliced through the air as the immortal-foundation expert was forcibly arrested in his escape. The long spear had penetrated his body, skewering him mid-air.

"Immortal? So what?" Qin Wentian's voice once more resounded, shaking the heavens and earth. Bathed in a surge of immortal light, the once-supreme expert disintegrated, reduced to dust scattered upon the wind.

Immortals, it appeared, were not invulnerable.

This divine spear, capable of making even the most formidable of specters and demons tremble in fear, could indeed slay immortals.

Remember the arrogance that immortal had exhibited earlier? He had deemed himself a supreme being, regarding Qin Wentian as nothing more than a speck of dust, easily flicked away with a casual gesture. He had even proclaimed that he would spare Qin Wentian's life only to subject him to a soul search, ripping his memories apart. How audacious he had been! He hadn't regarded Qin Wentian in the slightest. Even after the divine weapon had thwarted his attacks twice, he had remained convinced that a final clash would suffice to end Qin Wentian.

Yet, in his wildest imaginings, he could not have foreseen that this last strike would become the harbinger of his demise. Qin Wentian's spear had impaled him through the very fabric of space, seizing his immortal path, and extinguishing his life.

A single spear, capable of felling immortals!

Who said that immortals, lofty as they were, could treat mortals with disdain? Who decreed that immortals could freely insult those beneath their cultivation level? Immortals were beyond reproach, untouchable by lesser beings—so the belief went. But Qin Wentian, in a show of overwhelming dominance, shattered this notion. If you dared to insult him, you better have the strength to back it up. Otherwise, even if you were an immortal, he would ruthlessly claim your life!