Absolute Superiority

Absolute Superiority . . .

With determination in their hearts, the trio wasted no time and swiftly departed, heading straight for the Hundred Immortals Forest.

As they approached the forest, they could still witness the relentless struggle for control of the 360 immortal statues. Despite the earth-shaking clashes between combatants, the statues remained unscathed, shielded by an invisible barrier that absorbed the shockwaves.

Upon their return, Qin Wentian, Jun Mengchen, and Zi Qingxuan observed the scene before them. Their gazes swept over the cultivators and combatants, taking in the fierce competition.

The most formidable geniuses were currently engaged in silent cultivation, and no one dared to disturb their meditation.

"Senior, I was cultivating on that platform earlier." Jun Mengchen gestured toward a specific immortal statue as he explained to Qin Wentian. Qin Wentian extended his perception to that statue and detected a powerful king's aura emanating from it, a perfect fit for Jun Mengchen's cultivation. It was clear why he had chosen this particular statue.

However, the platform was now occupied by one of the experts who had previously conspired with Blackpeak to eliminate Jun Mengchen and Zi Qingxuan. This Eastern Prefecture genius possessed overwhelming strength. Despite not being from the same region as the Deepflame Immortal King and Blackpeak, the Deepflame Immortal King's close ties to the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor meant he had considerable influence within the sect. This explained why Blackpeak had associations with Eastern Prefecture geniuses.

"What should we do?" Zi Qingxuan inquired.

"Since Blackpeak led an attempt on your lives, we need not concern ourselves with rules. We'll eliminate that man," Qin Wentian declared with a steely glint in his eyes. Jun Mengchen and Zi Qingxuan nodded in agreement as the three of them shot toward the stone platform at lightning speed.

As they flew, nearby experts on neighboring platforms turned to observe them, their eyes filled with apprehension. Cultivating in this area demanded extreme caution and readiness to fend off potential attacks, which inevitably slowed their comprehension progress.

In no time, the man who had taken Jun Mengchen's platform sensed an icy intent sweeping over him. He abruptly ceased his cultivation and opened his eyes, his aura exuding a formidable sharpness. He looked skyward and saw a wind roc-like silhouette soaring through the air. The wind roc was as sharp as a supreme sword, and as it approached, Qin Wentian raised his palms and unleashed a devastating sword beam imbued with unique power, enveloping everything and locking onto his target.

"IMPUDENT!" The man bellowed in fury, thrusting both fists into the air to disrupt the sword qi. However, Qin Wentian's attack wasn't meant to kill; its purpose was to immobilize his opponent. During that brief moment, the three of them strategically positioned themselves and descended simultaneously from three different directions.

The sound of thunderous ancient bells pierced the sky, sending shockwaves through the air that rattled the very heavens. The chimes reverberated with a menacing resonance, shaking the person who had occupied Jun Mengchen's platform to his core. Within the sonorous bell chimes, a malevolent killing intent swirled, materializing into streams of golden, catastrophic lightning that obliterated everything in its path. The unfortunate soul groaned in agony as he felt his body convulse uncontrollably, his limbs turning numb under the relentless assault of the golden lightning.

In the aftermath, Jun Mengchen unleashed a wild roar, conjuring a tempest of immense power. The hapless individual resembled a leaf caught in a violent gust, helplessly tossed into the air, unable to withstand the tempest's ferocity.

A divine falcon radiating a resplendent aura descended from the heavens, tearing asunder all obstacles in its path. It struck the airborne man with unforgiving force, shattering his body into unrecognizable fragments. The ground was instantly bathed in crimson as fresh blood painted a gruesome picture of the swift and merciless demise of a genius from the Eastern Prefecture.

This gruesome spectacle sent shivers down the spines of onlookers, their hearts filled with dread. The brutal and ruthless nature of the killing was chilling to the extreme. The unfortunate man had barely had time to react; it all happened in the blink of an eye. His final moments were marked by disbelief and despair, unable to fathom his abrupt and domineering demise.

One could only wonder if, in his last moments, he regretted his decision to join Blackpeak in bullying Jun Mengchen and Zi Qingxuan earlier. Little did he know that the price for his actions would be his own life. They had initiated the confrontation, and now Jun Mengchen, unburdened by any restraint, had repaid the debt in full.

This incident served as a stark reminder that the remaining participants were not to be trifled with. Offending someone could lead to dire consequences, as those who held grudges were willing to exact ruthless retribution.

A surge of chilling murderous intent radiated from a group of approaching figures. It was none other than Blackpeak and his two companions, each of them occupying a stone platform and wielding considerable power.

As the tension between the two groups escalated, a palpable pressure enveloped the surroundings, signaling the imminent possibility of a clash.

"Such behavior, truly befitting of despicable individuals. Do you even have the right to stand here?" Blackpeak's voice dripped with icy disdain. The man they had just killed was his friend, and their recent alliance to bully Jun Mengchen had taken a sudden and ironic turn. Now, Jun Mengchen and his companions had repaid their arrogance with lethal force, leaving Blackpeak seething with humiliation. It was as if he had been slapped across the face, a bitter irony indeed.

Qin Wentian's voice dripped with icy arrogance, his eyes locked onto Blackpeak with an unyielding gaze. "Your words, what a laughable jest. Are you even qualified to utter them?" He sneered, his confidence oozing from every word. "Three against three, a perfect match."

In response, Blackpeak's once-piercing eyes turned a foreboding black as an intense aura of danger surged around him.

"Then, let the games begin," Blackpeak declared, his gaze shifting to the three individuals who had earlier confronted Jun Mengchen. They approached, forming a menacing party of six. Blackpeak wasted no time in issuing his ominous command. "Given your despicable actions, you will leave your lives behind. KILL THEM ALL!"

Around them, a handful of spectators watched with a morbid fascination, relishing the spectacle before them. Jun Mengchen, who had been excluded from Sage Child Ye Zixuan's banquet, had now been joined by Qin Wentian and Zi Qingxuan. Together, they sought vengeance, determined to reclaim their stone platform. Blackpeak, fueled by resentment and wounded pride, harbored no intentions of mercy.

As the six adversaries released their astral souls in unison, an undeniable tension filled the air. However, Qin Wentian remained remarkably composed. He issued a clear directive, "Mengchen, Qingxuan, eliminate them all."

With a nod of agreement, the three of them summoned their astral souls, casting an awe-inspiring violet-golden radiance into the surroundings. It was a display of power so rare that the onlookers were left in stunned disbelief. To possess a violet-gold astral soul at the Celestial Phenomenon Realm was a one-in-a-billion occurrence, yet here stood three individuals who defied those odds.

The trio aligned themselves side by side, the radiant glow of their astral souls entwining like a celestial tapestry, rendering them an almost godlike presence, exuding an aura of invincibility.

"KILL!" Blackpeak's voice rang out with a cold, ruthless tone, prompting all six opponents to unleash their devastating attacks simultaneously.

"BOOM!"

The violet-gold radiance intensified as Qin Wentian charged headlong into the heart of the battle. Brilliant bells materialized around him, launching rapid barrages of destructive calamitous lightning that wove a tangled web in the air. This electrifying tempest held all six geniuses captive, ensnaring them within its electrifying embrace. In the midst of the chaos, a colossal bell materialized, blocking the torrent of energy from the combined attacks of their foes.

Meanwhile, Jun Mengchen unleashed a thunderous roar, summoning a king's armor that enveloped him, transforming him into a formidable war king. His very presence could send tremors through the heavens and earth as he charged toward one of the six adversaries. Zi Qingxuan, in perfect synchrony with him, morphed into a divine falcon and darted across the battlefield with lightning speed.

The two experts who flanked their initial target quickly turned to intercept Jun Mengchen and Zi Qingxuan. However, seizing the opportunity, Jun Mengchen and Zi Qingxuan abandoned their original mark and directed their unrelenting assaults towards the two interlopers instead. In this whirlwind of action, Qin Wentian transformed into a wind roc and soared toward his initial target. His lifted palms unleashed a torrent of ancient, golden bells infused with calamitous lightning—a spectacle that struck terror into his adversary's soul.

This immortal-ranked bell technique was nothing short of tyrannical, but what truly astonished onlookers was the sheer number of bells Qin Wentian manifested. In an instant, they rained down relentlessly upon their designated target, reducing him to a pitiful state as the ferocious lightning devoured his essence, claiming his life within the blink of an eye.

As Blackpeak and his two companions attempted to intervene, Qin Wentian paid them no heed. With a forceful sweep of his palms, countless violet-golden ancient bells blanketed the heavens. Their chimes resonated like a haunting requiem, casting an ominous shadow over the battlefield.

Jun Mengchen and Zi Qingxuan stood as indomitable forces, quashing their opponents with unmatched ferocity. Jun Mengchen, in particular, was a blazing beacon of rage. Radiating a boundless, rainbow-colored aura, he transformed humiliation into an inferno of fury. Each of his strikes rent the heavens and earth asunder, rendering his adversary utterly defenseless. He embodied an unstoppable war god, a force that could not be hindered or challenged.

"PERISH!" With a thunderous detonation, Jun Mengchen obliterated his opponent. Meanwhile, Blackpeak and his companions found themselves ensnared within Qin Wentian's unyielding onslaught. As ancient bells encircled him and a violet-gold astral soul enshrouded his form, each of Qin Wentian's strikes delivered an ominous premonition of death. Even supreme geniuses like Blackpeak dared not engage him in close combat, instead resorting to a desperate retreat.

The onlookers watched in awe as the collective power of these three sect members sent shockwaves through their midst. Six supreme geniuses had faced off against three, yet within the blink of an eye, two of the six had fallen. Jun Mengchen swiftly came to Zi Qingxuan's aid, and together, they effortlessly dispatched their final adversary.

A seemingly insurmountable six-versus-three confrontation had suddenly shifted to an even three-versus-three standoff. The three geniuses who had previously clashed with Jun Mengchen now lay lifeless. Their participation in the battle had proven entirely futile.

As Jun Mengchen and Zi Qingxuan closed in on them, Blackpeak and his comrades retreated frantically, launching desperate counterattacks. Their expressions soured with hatred as they glared at Qin Wentian.

What stroke of fortune had befallen this man? Why did his bell-based innate technique surpass all other immortal-ranked techniques? Each of his ancient bells bore a mystic energy that seemed inexhaustible. In the Eastern Sage Cliff Mountain Range, his combat prowess reached a level where few could challenge him directly. With Jun Mengchen and Zi Qingxuan by his side, who had already dispatched their opponents, Blackpeak and his companions stood no chance. Even when facing Qin Wentian alone, they struggled to make headway. How could they hope to emerge victorious now?