Combat Against the Seven Sword Elders

Combat Against the Seven Sword Elders . . .

Qin Wentian stood resolute in the epicenter of the nine bells, bathed in a scintillating runic light that enveloped him like a magnificent armor.

His eyes remained closed, yet through the mystical connection with the Nine Immortality Bells, he perceived the swift approach of the Seven Sword Elders from the Seven Sword Sect. They charged toward him in a formidable sword formation, their unstoppable might sending shivers down his spine.

Inhaling deeply, Qin Wentian summoned his willpower, amplifying the brilliance radiating from the weaponized city. Thunderous rumblings filled the air as a formidable golden barrier emerged from the ground, attempting to thwart the elders' advance.

"BANG, BANG, BANG!" The seven elders, astute and well aware of the weaponized city's potency, acted in unison, channeling the full force of their sword formation. Even the formidable golden rampart struggled to withstand their relentless assault.

Amidst the chaos, Qin Wentian's towering figure stood atop the ancient city, firmly in control through the will of the Nine Immortality Bells.

With a wave of his arms, a radiant glow emanated from the city's numerous buildings. An immense golden diagram materialized within the Driftsnow City, revealing countless rocs whose forms solidified within the diagram.

"Rise!" Qin Wentian commanded, his hand raised. Whistling roars reverberated as the rocs took to the skies, filling the air with their piercing cries as they soared toward the seven sword formations.

"Chi, chi..." The wings of the colossal golden rocs sliced through the formation, producing a series of sharp sounds. Yet, moments later, the sword formation transformed into an illusion, remaining undamaged as the golden wings passed through.

Impressed by the sword formation's resilience, Qin Wentian's expression remained composed. The golden rocs merged into a colossal entity that blotted out the sky. With a wingspan of over 30,000 meters, the enormous roc unleashed its mighty wings, reminiscent of golden lightning.

"Chi!" A faint noise echoed as the sword formations were finally shattered. However, the elders pressed on, their eyes locked on Qin Wentian. They knew victory was within their grasp, and it wouldn't be long before they vanquished their adversary and claimed the city.

The massive roc's wings unleashed devastating force, pulverizing the remnants of the sword formations. Countless chains darted through the air, ensnaring the weaker members of the Seven Sword Sect and pulling them down to the Driftsnow City.

"KILL!"

"KILL!"

Seven voices roared as one, their united battle cry reverberating through the air. In a swift assault, the elders' swords pierced into the colossal roc's body.

The atmosphere crackled with tension as the seven swords merged into one, a collective force that could challenge the very heavens. Thunderous reverberations filled the air, and the once-pristine golden wings of the colossal roc bore the scars of battle. Yet, the roc remained unyielding, its majestic wings still sweeping mightily through the skies.

The seven elders, undaunted by the resistance, bathed in an ethereal glow as they harnessed the power of their immortal foundations.

In perfect formation, they stood shoulder to shoulder, their immortal foundations pulsating with immense energy. As they ascended into the heavens, a supreme force erupted, tearing the roc's wings asunder. Their relentless pressure saturated the surroundings, suffused with an unquenchable thirst for annihilation.

The colossal golden roc quivered, fragmenting piece by piece until it vanished into nothingness.

Simultaneously, when the elders glanced backward, they were met with the disheartening sight of over half of the Seven Sword Sect's disciples lying fallen. A tremor coursed through their hearts, yet their determination to claim the city remained unwavering. They had initially believed that the might of their Seven Swords Formation would effortlessly cleave through all obstacles and secure Qin Wentian's defeat. But the cost in lives had already exceeded their expectations.

With a blaze of murderous intent in their eyes, the seven elders, their silhouettes flickering, sheathed their swords. Their piercing gazes seemed to penetrate directly into Qin Wentian's soul.

"My strength is still inadequate, insufficient to unleash the true potential of the weaponized city," Qin Wentian lamented. Although he could manipulate the city through the Nine Immortality Bells' will, the power of that will determined the extent of his control. Regrettably, as a third-level Celestial Phenomenon cultivator, he couldn't fully unleash the city's potential. It seemed that only an immortal-foundation cultivator could harness its full might.

Confronting the Seven Sword Elders, Qin Wentian drew his demon sword and lightly sliced his palm, letting his blood seep into the Driftsnow City.

"Driftsnow Master, lend me your strength," Qin Wentian beseeched. Kneeling on the ground, he pressed his hand to the earth. In response, a surge of runic light radiated outward, intensifying the glow of his armor. His body expanded until he became a colossal giant towering over 30,000 meters tall.

With a resounding boom, Qin Wentian stepped forward, and the city's bells chimed in unison, bathing the entire city in a golden aura.

A rumble echoed through the earth as the immortal-ranked long spear Qin Wentian had crafted expanded. The golden runic inscriptions on it liquefied, enhancing its formidable power.

The seven elders drew nearer, their eyes brimming with unyielding determination. Despite the overwhelming display of power, their killing intent for Qin Wentian remained unwavering.

A sharp buzz filled the air as seven swords sliced through the void, converging upon Qin Wentian's colossal form.

The radiance exuding from the seven swords blazed with a brilliance that seemed capable of rending the very heavens asunder. It was a might that transcended the resilience of mere flesh and blood.

Qin Wentian's colossal arm swung, wielding the divine long spear like a vengeful god. The resounding boom shook the heavens themselves, the monumental strength he now possessed an alien sensation coursing through his veins.

The seven swords found themselves arrested in mid-air, thwarted by the terrifying shockwave created by the spear's thrust. Despite pulsating with increased energy, they remained trapped, their advance stymied.

The cold gazes of the seven elders never wavered, and they let loose another blood-curdling cry, "KILL!"

Their voices heralded an eruption of immortal energy, surging forth from their immortal foundations. An indomitable, supreme might infused the torrential sword power as they bore down on Qin Wentian's colossal form, their intent nothing less than to shatter his bones and grind him to dust.

Qin Wentian keenly felt the relentless onslaught of sword power, wave after wave crashing into his body. Yet, the towering figure of himself, standing at 30,000 meters, ensconced in an impervious armor, radiated with indestructible runic light.

Summoning every ounce of his strength, he took a step forward, thrusting his spear once more as the seven swords emitted a dissonant symphony.

The Seven Sword Elders' brows knitted in unison. How could a mere third-level ascendant possess such staggering strength?

"My power derives from the city itself. No matter the level of your immortal foundations, your fate is sealed." Qin Wentian's voice dripped with cold conviction. The city's luminance surged around him as the divine long spear gleamed with luminous runes. He stabbed again, a thunderous resonance echoing through the world.

"BOOM!"

As the long spear thrust, torrents of spear light erupted simultaneously, driving the seven swords back. Reluctant to yield, the elders deftly manipulated their immortal energy to conjure cascades of sword screens. Though Qin Wentian's divine spear shattered these screens with ease, more arose to replace them. His attacks compelled retreat but failed to secure their deaths.

"Imprison!" Qin Wentian commanded. Streams of golden light surged from the earth, morphing into a formidable golden cage, intent on confining the seven elders within.

However, the golden prison crumbled instantly as the Seven Sword Elders ascended into the air. Qin Wentian launched into the sky, his foot descending with the intent to crush them utterly. The force of the weaponized city congealed within him, capable of reducing anything to rubble.

The Seven Sword Elders scattered in every direction, but an overpowering suppression weighed down upon them. The colossal foot descended, aglow with a menacing runic immortal aura.

A resounding "BOOM!" reverberated through the air as one of the seven elders failed to escape in time and found himself beneath the colossal footprint. Yet, an astonishing burst of power erupted, lifting Qin Wentian's body involuntarily into the air. From the wreckage, a figure shot forth, none other than the elder who had borne the brunt of the stomp. His face was deathly pale, and he couldn't hold back a spurt of fresh blood, clearly wounded by the impact.

"GO!" The Seven Sword Elders simultaneously launched into the air, transforming into formidable beams of sword light. They materialized high above but wore unsightly expressions on their faces.

Qin Wentian gazed up at them, a sense of shock rippling through him. The fact that his previous attack had failed to kill the elder spoke volumes about the latter's strength—it had to be a high-level immortal-foundation expert. Each level of the immortal foundation harbored terrifying power.

"SCRAM!" Qin Wentian roared, but the Seven Sword Elders met his gaze with icy determination. Seven of them had personally attacked, yet they couldn't defeat this young upstart? It was a tremendous humiliation.

Seeing their stubbornness, Qin Wentian stomped the ground, ascending into the sky. His long spear pierced forth once more, causing the very fabric of the void to quiver. The seven elders waved their swords, unleashing torrents of sword energy in response, clashing with Qin Wentian's divine spear. The resulting explosion radiated in every direction, once again forcing the elders to retreat. However, their eyes gleamed with a voracious greed, locked onto the unceasing runic light enveloping Qin Wentian and the weaponized Driftsnow City.