Domineering Counter Attack

Domineering Counter Attack . . .

In the heart of Sage Devil Gorge, where Qin Wentian now stood, his aura surged like thunderous explosions, commanding the attention of onlookers. Participants gazed skyward, beholding the immense 100-meter figure exuding formidable battle prowess. Among the experts pursuing him, those closest wore scarlet-gold robes, drawing even more attention than the golden-clad core disciples. These were elite disciples, usually not tasked with hunting participants. Yet, they now joined forces in a singular mission: to eliminate one man.

Then, a startling sight unfolded. The colossal figure came to an abrupt halt, sending a shockwave that seemed to rattle the very heavens. The elite disciples following him, as if struck by a sudden revelation, also halted in their tracks.

With an astonishing swiftness, the 100-meter giant pivoted, his presence crackling like lightning and echoing with thunderous booms. The elite disciples, gripped by an inexplicable fear, chose to retreat rather than advance, as if they themselves were now the hunted. The scene left the crowd bewildered. Who was the hunter, and who the prey?

"A bunch of trash, and you dare to demand my reverence?" Qin Wentian's voice reverberated, laden with sarcasm. His mockery was not reserved solely for the elite disciples but extended to the entire Eastern Sage Immortal Sect.

Below, the onlookers watched in awe as Qin Wentian challenged the disciples of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect, his voice ringing out with disdain. No one dared to confront him as he moved toward them. In the Sage Devil Gorge, their mission was to hunt down participants, yet now, the tables had turned, and they were the ones retreating.

The onlookers marveled at this audacious figure. Who was he to openly scorn the disciples of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect and ridicule them in public? The faces of the sect's disciples turned ashen, and their mission had taken an embarrassing turn.

As more Eastern Sage Immortal Sect disciples arrived, Qin Wentian grinned with disdain, fixing his gaze on Xia Hou and Blackpeak in the distance. "Let me offer you some advice: don't waste your efforts plotting my demise. These disciples you hold in such high regard are nothing but weaklings. If they persist, I can't guarantee their safety."

With those words, Qin Wentian turned and continued his journey, leaving the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect disciples at a loss for words.

Qin Wentian's speed was unmatched, and ordinary disciples stood no chance of catching him. Only a handful of elite disciples kept pace, but they hesitated to engage. Qin Wentian's warning held weight; they couldn't ensure their own safety if they provoked him.

Infuriated by his humiliation, Xia Hou issued a stern command, "Chase him down at all costs! Spare no effort to kill him!" The disciples regrouped and resumed their pursuit, with Xia Hou sending out another summoning signal to rally even more followers. However, those who confronted Qin Wentian met their end swiftly, their abilities paling in comparison.

The pursuit continued, and in a secluded location, Zi Qingxuan noticed Qin Wentian's airborne figure. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the pursuers behind him, quickly discerning the situation.

With a flash, she sprouted divine falcon wings, soaring into the air at astonishing speed, aligning her flight path with Qin Wentian's.

Amidst the frenzied chase in the Sage Devil Gorge, Qin Wentian couldn't help but notice Zi Qingxuan approaching with astonishing speed. Her presence, like a divine falcon in flight, drew nearer.

Zi Qingxuan, without the need for explanation, spoke her intentions. "How can I help you?" She had already recognized Qin Wentian's strength, aligning herself with his cause. With pursuers on his tail, she stood ready to support him.

A glint of determination gleamed in Qin Wentian's eyes as he glanced at Zi Qingxuan. "Let's turn the tables and make this a game of hunt."

But before they could act, a voice interrupted them. Those trailing behind Qin Wentian saw Zi Qingxuan approaching and couldn't resist issuing a threat. "Those who don't wish to die better not butt their noses in this business. Or don't blame us for killing you as well."

Zi Qingxuan maintained her composure and chose not to dignify the threat with a response. Qin Wentian, however, had other plans.

"Qingxuan, let's eliminate the one who spoke," he declared. With a sudden halt, Qin Wentian brought his colossal form to a stop, while Zi Qingxuan, with a graceful flutter of her divine falcon wings, turned and sped forward.

Qin Wentian's giant palm shot forth, despite the distance between him and his target. The palm imprint materialized from the void and descended, while the threatened disciple attempted to counter with his own attack. Simultaneously, Zi Qingxuan unleashed the radiant power of her divine falcon constellation. Her eyes gleamed with intensity as she commanded countless falcons to manifest and tear through space. As the targeted disciple sought aid from another elite disciple, a thunderous boom resounded as Qin Wentian unleashed a series of Grand Nihility Palm Imprints, preventing reinforcements from reaching the scene.

With a swift and coordinated effort, they focused on the disciple under Zi Qingxuan's assault. He found himself enveloped by the falcon's relentless onslaught, unable to escape the defensive position he had been forced into. Qin Wentian, now approaching, summoned a blood-colored spear composed of astral energy. The spear radiated with the brilliance of his battle art, growing to tens of meters in an instant. Its immense power sent tremors through space, and their target, gripped by terror, could do nothing but futilely attempt to evade.

The spear thrust forward, its sheer force undeniable. Their prey, cornered and desperate, could only let out a defiant cry. But it was too late. The spear pierced through him, causing his body to shatter into fragments, a testament to the overwhelming might of the weapon.

In mere moments, an elite disciple had fallen, and Xia Hou and Blackpeak could only watch helplessly, unable to intervene.

Qin Wentian and Zi Qingxuan worked in perfect harmony, synchronized in their actions. Their gaze shifted to the remaining elite disciple who had been delayed by Qin Wentian's maneuvers. Qin Wentian had purposely drawn out the confrontation to deal with them individually, leaving the others in despair.

If the disciples of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect sought to surround and hunt him down, they would pay the price for underestimating their quarry.

The Dreamworld Constellation crackled with energy, enveloping its target within a mystical domain. And then, in a breathtaking display of power, another spear strike thrust forward. This strike seemed to harness the very laws of the universe, releasing stifling pressure that gripped the atmosphere. After activating the second level of his battle art, Qin Wentian's might was nothing short of divine, his spear strike akin to the strike of a war god.

Zi Qingxuan, in perfect harmony with Qin Wentian, moved to cut off the target's escape route. Just moments ago, a coalition of experts had joined forces to assail Qin Wentian, to no avail. Yet, with a single, synchronized effort, Qin Wentian and Zi Qingxuan reduced an elite disciple to nothingness, their combined strength undeniable.

In the span of mere breaths, two elite disciples met their demise.

With their mission accomplished, Qin Wentian and Zi Qingxuan swiftly soared away, leaving their pursuers behind. Xia Hou finally issued the command to halt, his face weighed down by a deep frown. He understood that continuing the chase would only lead to more casualties. Whoever reached Qin Wentian first would meet their doom. Waiting for the rest of their group would only allow Qin Wentian to escape beyond their reach, rendering their pursuit futile.

The situation had left Xia Hou with a heavy heart. He knew that this turn of events was a severe blow to their pride and efforts. And yet, Blackpeak, despite sharing in the responsibility for their losses, seemed reluctant to accept defeat.

"Is this how it ends?" Blackpeak's expression grew darker, disappointment etched across his face. He knew Xia Hou was inclined to give up, but the humiliation of failing to capture Qin Wentian after such concerted effort weighed heavily on him.

"What other choice do we have?" Xia Hou retorted, his gaze sharpening as if he had forgotten Blackpeak's status.

Losing elite disciples in rapid succession was the result of Blackpeak's earlier decision. However, Xia Hou would bear the brunt of the consequences alone. If this trend continued, he dared not imagine the severity of his punishment.

Although their elite disciples currently ranked below him in terms of cultivation, it was only a matter of time before they reached his level. They shared the same status as him within the sect, all belonging to the elite tier. Their deaths, a consequence of his orders, would undoubtedly prompt an investigation by their masters. If it was revealed that his command had led to the deaths of these elite disciples, the repercussions would be dire.

The Eastern Sage Immortal Sect would never lay blame on Qin Wentian. In fact, they might even seek to recruit him as an elite disciple given his exceptional combat prowess.

"Could that man have something else up his sleeve?" Xia Hou muttered, his gaze fixed on the distant Qin Wentian. The recent turn of events had deeply angered Qin Wentian, who had vowed to make them pay a hefty price for their actions. His blood-red demonic eyes had sent shivers down Xia Hou's spine.

This affair was far from over.

Initially, Qin Wentian had only intended to retreat and adhere to the rules of this hunting exercise. However, Xia Hou's absurd decision to summon disciples to gang up against him had triggered his wrath. In response, Qin Wentian would no longer play the role of hunted prey, but rather, he would become the hunter.

The disciples of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect had treated them as prey, forcing them to await their fate. In this brutal game, Qin Wentian would initiate a counterattack all his own.

As Qin Wentian soared through the skies, his keen eyes detected a fifth-level ascendant participant locked in battle with a disciple of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect. The core disciple was gaining the upper hand, pushing the fifth-level ascendant back.

Without hesitation, Qin Wentian descended rapidly. The two combatants felt a massive pressure descending upon them, causing them to separate. Looking up, they beheld a colossal palm imprint blotting out the sky as it descended with a resounding boom. The core disciple was obliterated.

The other participant stared in awe at Qin Wentian, his heart trembling.

"Since the disciples of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect want to hunt us, why don't we band together and hunt them in return? If we encounter any disciples of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect, let's kill them," Qin Wentian proposed.

"I'm with you," the participant declared, stepping forward to join Qin Wentian's expedition. Together, they would seek retribution.