Fighting Against Blackpeak

Fighting Against Blackpeak . . .

"INCREDIBLE!" Jun Mengchen's battle spirit surged to new heights. He possessed boundless potential, but the restrictive enchantments of this place had hindered his full potential. Arriving at the Hundred Immortals Forest after mastering only a single innate technique, he had to rely on his powerful bloodline and astral soul to contend with other geniuses, even if he couldn't defeat them outright.

His rightful place on the stone platform had been snatched away by others, and his suppressed anger had never burned hotter. Now, alongside Qin Wentian and Zi Qingxuan, he was reclaiming what was rightfully his. With three violet-gold astral souls, combined with Qin Wentian's remarkable comprehension abilities, they swiftly dispatched three opponents. The pent-up frustration within him began to dissipate, replaced by a liberating feeling of venting his anger.

"Senior brother's understanding of innate techniques is truly exceptional, surpassing my own by far. His attacks seem to flow in perfect harmony with the heavens. I also sense that senior brother Qin was holding back, much like myself, not unleashing his full strength. This time, there's a high chance we'll secure two of the top three rankings in the Heavenly Talisman Realm's mission."

Jun Mengchen's thoughts raced with confidence. He held unwavering faith in Qin Wentian and in himself. Despite the challenges they faced, their setbacks weren't enough to shatter his self-assuredness.

Blackpeak fixed a steely gaze on them. His abyssal astral soul exuded a devouring force of nightmarish proportions, casting crimson rays that danced like abyssal flames. His destructive power intensified to a terrifying extreme. His eyeballs appeared to roll backward, replaced by two pinpricks of abyssal flames.

With Qin Wentian demonstrating his dominance, Blackpeak refused to remain passive. He unleashed his nightmarish astral soul to its limits, channeling the power of his bloodline.

"Blackpeak is incredibly potent. It's no wonder the Deepflame Immortal King took him as a personal disciple. The aura he exudes is truly fearsome." The surrounding geniuses felt their hearts quaking. Blackpeak was undoubtedly incensed, and he was prepared to give his all.

"I hadn't expected to go all out against you. But since you three are so audacious, thinking you can take lives without consequences with your meager abilities, I'll ensure your arrogance costs you your lives." Blackpeak's eyes exuded a sinister power that made those around him feel a looming sense of danger.

"Mengchen, Qingxuan, how about each of you take one of them on? Shouldn't be too challenging, right?" Qin Wentian's voice drifted casually, as gentle as a breeze, yet it carried an air of supreme confidence that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it.

Qin Wentian didn't even deign to acknowledge Blackpeak's existence at this point. The so-called king of destruction, Blackpeak, posed no threat to him now. The nonchalant tone in Qin Wentian's voice conveyed his indifference, pride, and unwavering self-assuredness.

Blackpeak, as a personal disciple of the Deepflame Immortal King, found his earlier words treated like mere rubbish. In the presence of these three fellow sect members, he was dismissed entirely.

"I must admit, I'm quite tempted to test my mettle against this self-righteous fellow who thinks he's invincible. But since our senior here wishes to teach him a lesson, I'll opt for another target. Rest assured, my choice won't leave this place alive," Jun Mengchen declared with a hint of icy arrogance.

"We've got this," Zi Qingxuan responded succinctly, her voice brimming with unwavering confidence.

Blackpeak's expression contorted into one of sheer displeasure. The abyssal flames surrounding him crackled, as if he could barely contain their raw, destructive power, eager to unleash it upon the trio before him.

"Show them what you're made of," Blackpeak growled. With that, he advanced, and the abyssal flames surged towards Qin Wentian. A cataclysmic tempest of destruction materialized, threatening to consume everything in its path. Blackpeak's fist crackled with retributive force as he lunged forward.

"Your astral soul isn't in the same league as mine," Qin Wentian replied dispassionately. His violet-gold suppression astral soul burst into radiant splendor, manifesting a towering giant behind him. The aura of suppression it emitted kept the encroaching devouring force at bay.

Qin Wentian casually unleashed a punch, forming a suppression figure that hurtled toward Blackpeak's attack.

"ROAR, ROAR!" Thunderous roars reverberated as the abyssal flames surged forth, attempting to engulf Qin Wentian. A monstrous black hole yawned open in the air, its crimson maw radiating a devouring force that pressed on the surroundings. Yet, Qin Wentian stepped forward with unwavering composure. The towering suppression figure exuded brilliant light, unflinchingly confronting the enemy.

"PERISH!" Blackpeak, seeing his astral soul and bloodline power falter against Qin Wentian, grew even more enraged. His fists pounded mercilessly, sending chaotic shockwaves through the air. The abyssal black hole transformed into a demonic beast's maw, hungry to consume everything in its path.

Qin Wentian waved his hands, conjuring a multitude of ancient bells. Their harmonious chimes filled the air, creating a symphony that disrupted Blackpeak's attacks. Regardless of the methods Blackpeak employed, Qin Wentian met them with calm and unwavering resistance.

"These two are something else. That man holds the 27th rank in the Cloud Prefecture, but his prowess here at the Eastern Sage Cliff rivals even Blackpeak's. What's more, he boasts a violet-gold astral soul, making him an exceedingly perilous adversary," the onlooking geniuses murmured to themselves, their awe palpable. Qin Wentian advanced with an air of dominance, dismissing any attacks Blackpeak hurled his way.

The bell chimes echoed endlessly, and in a matter of moments, a myriad of ancient bells materialized. The sonic barrier they erected methodically eroded the energy of Blackpeak's onslaught. Despite Blackpeak pushing his bloodline to its utmost limit, he found himself gradually forced into retreat, while Qin Wentian pressed onward relentlessly.

At this juncture, a multitude of ancient bells hovered before Qin Wentian, their revolutions gaining velocity. With a mere gesture, several bells coalesced into a colossal bell of annihilation, hurtling toward Blackpeak.

Faced with such overwhelming might, Blackpeak roared in frustration. His palms glowed with abyssal flames as he unleashed a full-power assault.

"Hmph," Qin Wentian scoffed with disdain, his eyes unwavering. The gigantic bell shot forward like lightning, obliterating anything in its path. Although the abyssal flames flared and seethed upon impact, they proved futile against the unadulterated force within the bell of annihilation, shattering upon contact.

"BOOM!"

His astral soul gleamed even brighter as Blackpeak bellowed in anger. Abyssal flames engulfed him entirely, causing the surrounding temperature to surge. He charged toward Qin Wentian.

Yet, Qin Wentian remained unfazed, casually sending another bell hurtling toward Blackpeak. Supported by the suppressive might of his astral soul, the bell struck Blackpeak and forced him back. Blackpeak groaned in agony, his countenance a grotesque tableau. Under the relentless tolling of the ancient bells, he felt as if even his very soul might implode.

With a forceful blast from his palms, he propelled himself away explosively, his mind reeling from the relentless pressure inflicted by Qin Wentian's terrifying conjured bells.

"Bzz!" Qin Wentian, swift as the wind, pursued Blackpeak, continuing to unleash gigantic ancient bells, sweeping away any obstacles in his path.

"BOOM!"

Qin Wentian descended gracefully, and once more, the colossal bell descended upon Blackpeak, who groaned in agony, his mouth tainted with the trace of blood. Yet again, he had to beat a hasty retreat with explosive speed.

Qin Wentian resembled a relentless harbinger of death, an embodiment of unyielding pursuit. The cascade of gigantic bells seemed ceaseless.

Witnessing this, the other geniuses were dumbfounded. Throughout the battle, Qin Wentian had employed a singular move, repetitively launching the massive bells. This tactic had reduced the formidable Blackpeak to a pitiable state, his astral soul dimmed and blood flowing freely.

"BOOM, BOOM!" The resounding chimes of the bells echoed in a hauntingly rhythmic pattern, ruthlessly decimating Blackpeak. The man who wielded the ancient bells wore an expression so detached, it sent shivers down the spines of the onlookers.

These relentless assaults amounted to nothing short of humiliation. With a single move, Qin Wentian had rendered Blackpeak incapable of mounting a defense. How could he ever hope to contend?

Blackpeak had indeed given his all, yet he couldn't pierce through Qin Wentian's relentless onslaught. The extent of his injuries remained a mystery, and his once-proud spirit lay in tatters.

"You wanted my life, didn't you? Is this the best you can muster?" Qin Wentian's cold words dripped with sarcasm as he launched another attack, causing Blackpeak to spew even more blood. Such words, when delivered by Qin Wentian, were nothing short of a resounding slap to Blackpeak's face.

"Do you truly believe you've secured victory?" Blackpeak roared in a frenzy, engulfed by a boundless infernal blaze, transforming into an abyss that hurtled toward Qin Wentian. He sought to devour the ancient bells, as well as Qin Wentian himself.

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO FORCED MY HAND!" A frigid voice boomed, sending shockwaves through the surroundings. As the abyssal Blackpeak closed in on Qin Wentian, an incandescent burst of boundless violet-gold radiance emanated from within the abyss. Qin Wentian sat cross-legged atop an enormous ancient bell, its sonorous tolls tearing through the very core of the abyss. In that moment, Blackpeak's face contorted in agony as the abyss detonated, and he reverted to his original form, his body battered and bathed in blood, a grotesque and pitiful sight.

"With this pitiful strength?" Qin Wentian ascended once more into the heavens, his words dripping with casual indifference. "I fear that even you, disciple of the Deepflame Immortal King, shall meet your end here today."