One Against All
One Against All . . .
Qin Wentian's colossal, 100-meter form sent shockwaves through the onlookers. Xia Hou, witnessing Qin Wentian's effortless obliteration of two core disciples, grasped the magnitude of this man's strength. Qin Wentian was no ordinary candidate; he possessed the potential to become an elite disciple immediately upon joining the sect, and perhaps even rise to the status of a Sage Child.
Yet, in the current circumstances, they found themselves compelled to eliminate this formidable adversary. Qin Wentian resembled a wild stallion, untamable and perilous. They had no choice but to confront him head-on.
A resounding "RUMBLE!" echoed as a colossal surge of Xuanwu Force surged toward Qin Wentian. His 100-meter frame responded with a thunderous punch, unleashing astral brilliance that pierced the heavens. His fists radiated with runic light, embodying an awe-inspiring power that shattered his opponent's attack with ease.
Once more, his hands surged into action, conjuring the imposing Grand Nihility Palm Imprints that dominated the sky. These mighty imprints descended upon the two remaining core disciples, whose faces contorted in terror. They summoned every ounce of their strength to resist, but when attacks reached such devastating levels, resistance proved futile. Their bodies exploded in a gruesome spectacle, their lives extinguished on the spot. Qin Wentian was like a vengeful deity, meting out swift and brutal justice.
A blazing sword, wreathed in the incandescent radiance of a rising sun, slashed toward him. Qin Wentian responded by opening his mouth and expelling numerous ancient bells that coalesced into an immense and terrifying war bell. With a sweeping motion, the resonating chimes bore down upon the gigantic sword, shattering it into a thousand fragments.
The two elite disciples wisely retreated, increasing the distance between themselves and Qin Wentian. His transformed, colossal form presented an immense threat, capable of inflicting grave injuries or death with a single blow. Caution was their only recourse.
From the horizon, additional figures continued to arrive, elite disciples, core disciples, and external disciples streaming in response to the urgent summons. It was clear that this call to action held profound importance, drawing participants from all corners of the hunting exercise.
"GU LIUFENG, RUN!" Qin Wentian's voice boomed, his eyes locked onto his friend. Then, he turned, preparing to flee.
"Swish!" A tempestuous wind swept as Xia Hou materialized before him, blocking his escape. Xia Hou, arms folded, regarded Qin Wentian with an unwavering gaze. "You've been audacious, defying our sect's authority and slaughtering our disciples. Do you believe you can depart from here unscathed?"
"Are you willing to disregard the rules?" Qin Wentian inquired, his tone as icy as his resolve.
"I am the supervisor of the Sage Devil Gorge. Furthermore, I won't personally engage you, so it can hardly be deemed a violation of the rules," Xia Hou retorted, his demeanor unwavering. The newly arrived experts fanned out, forming a circle around Qin Wentian.
A brilliant flash accompanied the appearance of an immortal-ranked spear that Qin Wentian had forged back in Driftsnow City. The weapon radiated a formidable, immortal light, its tip directed squarely at Xia Hou. "Should you persist in obstructing my path, I will employ this immortal-ranked weapon to end your life. And if experts from the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect seek to investigate, I will personally inquire whether you've transgressed the rules or not."
As Qin Wentian strode towards Xia Hou, his long spear extended ceaselessly, reaching lengths of tens of meters. It gleamed with a fearsome immortal light, as if it were ready to obliterate anything that dared obstruct his path.
Xia Hou found himself enveloped in an overwhelming sense of crisis. His complexion paled, utterly unprepared for a participant to brandish an immortal-ranked weapon as a threat. The audacity of this act left him momentarily speechless.
"Get out of my way, damn it!" Qin Wentian bellowed, his eyes blazing with fiery determination. Xia Hou fixed his gaze on Qin Wentian, but in the end, he relented and cleared a path. It wasn't that he feared Qin Wentian in combat, but he understood that if Qin Wentian truly employed an immortal weapon to carve a bloody path, the situation would spiral out of control. Once the truth emerged, even his status as an elite disciple wouldn't shield him from censure. According to the sect's rules, he could still face execution.
Qin Wentian retracted his spear and pressed forward, but his path remained blocked by a growing contingent of experts, all disciples of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect.
A resounding "RUMBLE!" echoed through the air as boundless battle light radiated from Qin Wentian's colossal form. His battle qi surged, and his battle prowess reached new heights as he activated the second level of the Battle Art, causing his strength to skyrocket.
"WHO DARES TO OPPOSE ME?!" Qin Wentian's booming voice accompanied the manifestation of a calamitous ancient bell. Augmented by the Fiendgod Heavenly Suppression Art, the bell exuded a potent suppressive force. Constellational light cascaded upon it, unleashing divine golden rays. Those unfortunate enough to be caught by the ancient bell were crushed to death, while others fell victim to the rays of calamitous light that radiated from it.
Qin Wentian appeared to grow stronger with every passing moment, like a vessel filled with limitless potential. The stronger his adversaries, the more formidable he became, an indomitable figure against his foes.
Xia Hou felt an increasing unease as he watched Qin Wentian's astonishing power. If this many fifth-level ascendants failed to eliminate Qin Wentian, allowing him to escape unscathed, the consequences could be dire. Qin Wentian would depart with a burning desire for vengeance. Should this come to the attention of higher-ranking figures, Xia Hou would face blame and repercussions.
He cast a glance at Blackpeak, who wore an equally grim expression. Even with the combined might of numerous fifth-level ascendants, they couldn't vanquish Qin Wentian.
All disciples of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect were known for their pride and talent, yet they found themselves incapable of dealing with Qin Wentian.
Was this truly the strength of a participant ranked 27th in the Cloud Prefecture? If so, what kind of power did those who outranked him possess? Were the disciples of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect nothing more than jesters?
For both Blackpeak and Xia Hou, they were now riding a tiger that couldn't be dismounted.
"This man has recklessly slaughtered disciples of our Eastern Sage Immortal Sect, trampling on our sect's honor. We cannot allow such a despicable character to pass the test and become a core disciple. Everyone, join forces and eliminate him now!" Xia Hou's voice resonated with resolute intent. Qin Wentian was already a considerable distance away, and an elite disciple rushed toward him upon hearing Xia Hou's command. In response, Qin Wentian instantly summoned his other two constellations—the Dreamworld Constellation and the Sword Slaughter Constellation.
In the blink of an eye, the elite disciple entered the domains of Qin Wentian's constellations. An onslaught of slaughter-filled swords descended, encasing the space around the disciple. With his 100-meter stature, Qin Wentian needed only a single stride to close the distance with his opponent.
"DIE!" The roar of rage thundered through the air as Qin Wentian's palms ignited with runic light. Fueled by the second-level battle art, empowered by his bloodline, and reinforced by the Fiendgod Heavenly Suppression Art, his strikes bore the strength to vanquish immortals and gods should they dare obstruct his path. Fear gripped the elite disciple who found himself in the crosshairs. An overwhelming, suppressive force permeated the atmosphere, compelling him to wear an expression of despair. Against such torrential might, he stood no chance of defense.
The colossal heaven-suppression palm imprint descended, obliterating the elite disciple from existence. Its dominance knew no equal in this world.
In the aftermath of this act, several experts closed in on Qin Wentian, launching frenzied attacks. Xia Hou's once-composed countenance now reflected deep concern. The very event he had dreaded had come to pass—the death of an elite disciple.
Within the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect, elite disciples occupied the highest echelon beneath the Sage Children. Every elite disciple received meticulous nurturing from the sect. The demise of any elite disciple required a thorough accounting. In this particular case, these elite disciples were present at the Sage Devil Gorge to oversee the selection test. Dying here was an inconceivable outcome. The sect would undoubtedly initiate an investigation. Even if Xia Hou succeeded in killing Qin Wentian, he would still face retribution.
But what vexed Xia Hou was that Qin Wentian had yet to meet his end. It appeared he possessed a wellspring of boundless astral energy.
For stellar martial cultivators, the consumption rate of astral energy surged in proportion to the strength of their innate techniques. Qin Wentian now faced multiple adversaries, each strike charged with towering might as he unleashed formidable innate techniques. Such unrestrained strength meant rapid energy depletion. A fifth-level ascendant's internal resources could only last so long in such a furious battle.
"It shouldn't be long now before he exhausts his energy. Given the scale of this battle, he can't possibly continue at this pace." Xia Hou's eyes gleamed like honed blades as he observed the onslaught of attacks converging on Qin Wentian. If this onslaught failed to dispatch Qin Wentian, the repercussions would be beyond his worst nightmares. With his fiery temperament, Xia Hou dared not fathom the upheaval Qin Wentian might incite once he escaped.
Without a collective, numerically superior effort, no fifth-level ascendant in the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect could withstand Qin Wentian's relentless onslaught. Even elite disciples were no match, as demonstrated when Qin Wentian had effortlessly dispatched one of his peers with a single domineering strike.
Countless attacks hurtled toward Qin Wentian. He planted his foot firmly, summoning a formidable screen of swords to shield himself. The razor-sharp blades, accompanied by a suppressive pressure, clashed with the incoming onslaught, causing explosions to echo through the air. The combined attacks proved relentless, shattering the sword screen and striking Qin Wentian's body.
Undeterred, Qin Wentian thrust a finger, unleashing a single, heaven-stirring point. His sword-like finger radiated boundless sword might, sweeping away all in its path. Simultaneously, the ancient bells surrounding him spun at a frenetic pace.
"RUMBLE~" A series of thunderous detonations followed as attacks converging on Qin Wentian were obliterated into nothingness. His colossal 100-meter form staggered backward, and traces of demonic blood oozed from his wounds. Yet, each droplet of blood pulsed with an overwhelming power.
"BOOM!" Qin Wentian pivoted and took a resolute step forward. His strides spanned great distances. The experts pursued relentlessly, refusing to give him the opportunity to escape. What was initially a hunting exercise for the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect's disciples had transformed into a relentless pursuit of Qin Wentian. Tens of disciples converged upon him, determined to apprehend him.
Gu Liufeng, too, found himself surrounded by disciples from the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect. Occasionally, he cast a glance toward Qin Wentian's predicament, his heart filled with awe. Qin Wentian was undeniably formidable. Over the years, it appeared that Qin Wentian had surpassed him by a significant margin.
With these thoughts in mind, Gu Liufeng's aura surged to the extreme, reminiscent of the magnificent figure he had once been. He hoped, with all his heart, that both he and Qin Wentian could weather this tribulation unscathed.
Qin Wentian, now a colossal figure standing at an astonishing 100 meters, continued to stride forward with an unwavering determination. His steps resonated with a might that seemed capable of shaking the very heavens themselves. Remarkably, a pair of golden wings unfurled from his back, reminiscent of a majestic Great Sage Wind Roc. Despite his colossal form, his speed defied belief. The pursuing experts found themselves struggling to keep pace, with some falling hopelessly behind. Anxiety and frustration etched across their faces as the gap between them and Qin Wentian widened. If this trend persisted, the pursuers would inevitably become scattered. In such a scenario, should Qin Wentian decide to turn the tide with a surprise attack, those remaining few who could match his incredible speed would find themselves in perilous straits!