Trampled

Trampled . . .

In the midst of the anticipation-filled arena, the imposing figure of the Deepflame Immortal King sat regally, his gaze fixated on the young man who exuded an aura of unwavering confidence. To the Deepflame Immortal King, it was as if Qin Wentian's eyes conveyed a silent message: defeating Blackpeak would be a mere stroll in the park, a battle meant only to further humiliate him.

Silence pervaded as the Deepflame Immortal King refrained from uttering a word. Instead, he shifted his attention to Blackpeak, silently hoping that his disciple would not disappoint him in this critical confrontation.

With measured steps, Blackpeak approached the battle platform. Even before setting foot upon it, an aura of formidable power radiated from his very being. An abyssal abyss formed, and within it, raging flames swirled ominously—a sight that sent shivers down the spines of spectators.

Dongsheng Ting, the Immortal King overseeing this bout, spoke to address the disparity in their cultivation levels. With a wave of his hand, a mystical diagram materialized above the platform, casting an aura-muting veil over both Qin Wentian and Blackpeak. In an instant, Blackpeak's cultivation was suppressed to match Qin Wentian's.

Despite this limitation, Blackpeak's constellation emerged in all its terrifying glory. His outstretched hand crackled with black abyssal flames imbued with destructive energy, growing increasingly potent.

"Blackpeak, under the Deepflame Immortal King's guidance, has traveled the immortal realms to refine his skills. Expect devastating attacks from him. And Qin Wentian, a figure of immeasurable potential, cannot be underestimated either. In a previous round, Qin Wentian spared Blackpeak's life, only to mock him for it. Let's see if Blackpeak can avenge his humiliation in this clash."

Though both contestants stood motionless, their auras surged relentlessly, intensifying by the moment. The destructive energy within Blackpeak's abyssal flames roared like an inferno, an abyss constellation seemingly capable of consuming the heavens and earth itself.

Blackpeak took a step forward, his voice dripping with menace as he addressed Qin Wentian, "Your boastful words earlier—can you back them up with action? Or will you crumble under the weight of your own arrogance?"

In response, Qin Wentian's aura flared, his violet-gold suppression constellation gleaming brilliantly. A towering figure of suppression manifested behind him, and with an explosive burst of energy, he unleashed an immortal battle art. Bathed in the radiant battle light, he resembled a war deity in his prime.

A resounding rumble filled the air as the luminous emanations coalesced into a dazzling battle halo. Qin Wentian harnessed the second level of his battle art, unleashing a surge of might that overwhelmed all who gazed upon it.

Spectators marveled at the sight, speculating about the nature of this mysterious battle art. Some recognized its similarity to Gusu Tianqi's energy cultivation, an art cultivated at the Eastern Sage Cliff.

"Eastern Sage Cliff," the experts from the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect whispered among themselves. This art was an immortal battle technique passed down by a mighty immortal king from the Eastern Sage Cliff—an inheritance available only to those with exceptional comprehension abilities.

"It's remarkable how he mastered the second level of the immortal battle art in such a short time."

"He must possess exceptional comprehension abilities to achieve this. Unlike other inheritances from the Eastern Sage Cliff, the time spent doesn't correlate with one's success in mastering this battle art. It depends solely on one's comprehension skills. Even those who've devoted years to it might never grasp its essence."

"Indeed, Qin Wentian's swift progression to the second level of the battle art speaks volumes about his exceptional comprehension abilities."

As the spectators marveled at the unfolding battle between Qin Wentian and Blackpeak, a radiant light, even more dazzling than before, radiated from Qin Wentian's form. In this moment, he transformed into a formidable deity of battle, undergoing a profound metamorphosis. A halo of battle energy enveloped him, forging an awe-inspiring armor that seemed to be forged from the very essence of combat itself.

Astonishment rippled through the onlookers as they witnessed this extraordinary development. Qin Wentian had already displayed his mastery of the immortal battle art previously, but now he had elevated it to a whole new level—the third level. The short duration the participants spent at the Eastern Sage Cliff made his accomplishment all the more remarkable, something most disciples could only dream of achieving.

"Monstrous comprehension," someone muttered in admiration, acknowledging Qin Wentian's exceptional abilities.

However, Blackpeak's expression grew increasingly grim as his own aura surged, signaling impending danger. But for Qin Wentian, his power soared exponentially, leaving Blackpeak with an unsettling sensation that sent shivers down his spine.

Qin Wentian was now shrouded in a crimson glow, exuding an eerie, almost demonic radiance. His eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, and with a single glance, his Dreamworld Constellation unfurled its mystical realm, ensnaring Blackpeak in a mesmerizing dreamscape. Despite Blackpeak's frantic efforts to break free, he felt an unrelenting pressure bearing down upon him.

"At the same level of cultivation, what capabilities do you have to fight against me?" Qin Wentian's words dripped with icy arrogance as the runic light coursing through his already resplendent armor intensified, leaving Blackpeak overwhelmed and uncertain about the extent of Qin Wentian's power.

With a resounding boom, Qin Wentian's physical form expanded to over 100 meters in height. He gazed down upon Blackpeak with disdain, rendering the once-formidable opponent minuscule and inconsequential.

Blackpeak's inner turmoil became evident in his wavering confidence. The memory of his previous defeat at Qin Wentian's hands during their encounter at the Eastern Sage Cliff cast a shadow over his heart, eroding his self-assuredness.

"BOOM!" As Qin Wentian stepped forward, an earth-shattering bell chime resonated through the air, sending tremors through Blackpeak's heart.

"What capabilities do you have to fight against me?" Qin Wentian's voice echoed with penetrating force, infiltrating Blackpeak's consciousness. A malevolent glint flashed in Qin Wentian's third eye, and in an instant, it felt as if he was delving deep into Blackpeak's mind, attempting to shatter his very will.

"Suppression!" Qin Wentian's palms descended with tremendous force. His palm imprint, aglow with runic brilliance, exuded an aura of suppression, capable of quelling the heavens and earth itself. This energy carried the power to subdue all things, even immortals and demons, as exemplified by the formidable Fiendgod Heavenly Suppression Art.

The battle raged on with terrifying, deafening clashes that resonated through the air. Blackpeak fought valiantly to break free from Qin Wentian's relentless mental assault. As he finally managed to regain control over his mind, a colossal palm imprint descended upon him with an unstoppable force.

A look of sheer terror washed over Blackpeak's face. In this moment, he realized that he couldn't withstand this devastating strike from Qin Wentian. It shattered his confidence into a thousand pieces. In a fit of rage, he summoned all his destructive energy, attempting to counter the impending annihilation. But as his power clashed with Qin Wentian's suppressive palm strike, it crumbled into nothingness.

The speed of the palm strike was staggering, transforming into divine might, as if a deity itself intended to obliterate Blackpeak. Despair flashed in Blackpeak's eyes, and he was on the brink of conceding the match.

"BOOM!" A thunderous bell chime thundered through the air at precisely the right moment, drowning out Blackpeak's voice as if it had never existed.

Terror was etched across Blackpeak's face as the battle platform quaked violently. The echoing bell chimes seemed like a death knell, signaling his impending doom. The palm imprint consumed him entirely, leaving the spectators in disbelief. Could it be that Blackpeak, the disciple of the Deepflame Immortal King, was about to be slain by Qin Wentian in a single strike?

The Fiendgod Heavenly Suppression Art was renowned for its power to vanquish immortals and demons. Qin Wentian, armed with the third level of the immortal battle art and numerous trump cards, had executed a flawless one-shot kill on Blackpeak, leaving him no room for survival.

This battle had one clear objective: to claim Blackpeak's life.

The immortal kings themselves were astounded as they witnessed Qin Wentian's colossal form. Blackpeak, the personal disciple of the Deepflame Immortal King, was on the brink of death with a single strike from this young man. Qin Wentian had the audacity to take a life on the battlefield.

The observers couldn't help but notice that Blackpeak had been on the verge of conceding. But Qin Wentian, driven by his desire to end Blackpeak's life, had used the thunderous bell chimes to drown out his pleas for mercy.

Qin Wentian's determination was resolute; he had achieved his goal. With a single strike, he had claimed Blackpeak's life, leaving no chance for survival. This act was the equivalent of a resounding slap to the Deepflame Immortal King's face, executed in the most direct and audacious manner. It was a blatant humiliation.

Hadn't the Deepflame Immortal King underestimated Qin Wentian? Hadn't he declared that it was impossible for Qin Wentian to secure a spot among the top three rankers?

And now, what about his own disciple? Qin Wentian had slain him in a single strike on the battlefield, in front of the entire audience.

The Deepflame Immortal King's prestige had been ruthlessly trampled upon. From a time when he had paid little attention to Qin Wentian, to this moment when he was seething with rage, it was Blackpeak's inadequacy that had allowed Qin Wentian to trample his face in the most direct and brutal manner. This ineffectual disciple had sacrificed all of the Deepflame Immortal King's prestige.

The Deepflame Immortal King's expression darkened entirely, especially when he saw Qin Wentian's victorious gaze on the battlefield—a gaze filled with mockery, ridiculing a supreme immortal king.

"The personal disciple of Senior Deepflame Immortal King appears to be somewhat lacking," Qin Wentian remarked casually, ignoring the deepening scowl on the Deepflame Immortal King's face. He added another blow to the already bruised ego of the immortal king, a blow that was excruciatingly painful.