Is this Enough?

Is this Enough? . . .

As the resonating timbre of Qin Wentian's voice gradually dissipated into the evening air, a hushed silence descended upon the banquet hall, casting a profound stillness over the gathering. The only discernible sound was the whispering breeze, which seemed to carry the weight of anticipation and uncertainty.

All eyes in the room converged upon Qin Wentian, their expressions marred by a mixture of astonishment and disbelief. It was as though they had just borne witness to a spectacle so audacious, so unabashedly confident, that they dared not accept its reality.

The ten participants, a formidable assembly of talent and power, stood united on the elevated platform. While none among them possessed the tyrannical might of Gusu Tianqi, they were far from being pushovers in their own right.

Confronted with Qin Wentian, the notion of a solitary battle against him held ominous implications. It was a predicament where defeat might come swiftly and decisively. Yet, the revelation that he had named not just one, but five opponents, including the formidable Gusu Tianqi, sent ripples of intrigue through the crowd. This was no ordinary challenge; it was an audacious gambit that hinted at strategic brilliance.

These five individuals were no mere mortals; they were supreme-level heaven-chosen, each bearing the weight of their exceptional lineage and prowess. In unity, their power would transcend mere arithmetic, coalescing into a symphony of destruction. The notion of their combined strength left the onlookers pondering with wonderment. What formidable force would they unleash when acting in unison?

However, the most confounding aspect was Qin Wentian's audacious request. He implored Gusu Tianqi, Feather King, Ruthless, Qin Ta, and Ye Qianchen to unite against him. Had he lost his senses? Was this an act of unparalleled arrogance or a desperate gambit?

Gusu Tianqi, his voice as frigid as the icy depths of a winter's night, couldn't help but inquire, "Are you mocking me, Qin Wentian? Do you truly expect me to join forces with these four, to engage in what would undoubtedly be an absurd spectacle?"

The young monarch known as Feather King bristled with frustration at his own circumstances. As a scion of the Winged Devil Race, his failure to secure a place among the top five was a cruel twist of fate. He couldn't conceal his resentment as he retorted, "Fight me first. I have much to prove."

Ruthless, Qin Ta, and Ye Qianchen, despite their prior defeats at Qin Wentian's hands, now fixed him with frosty, unwavering gazes. Their faces bore the scars of their past encounters, and they had no intention of letting him forget.

"The three of you were bested with such thoroughness," Qin Wentian declared, stepping boldly forward, his voice unwavering in its resolve. His gaze swept across the trio with a hint of disdain. "Yet, you cling to your pride in my presence. It seems humility eludes you. Very well, let's settle this once and for all."

Qin Wentian's intentions were clear. He sought not only to prove his own strength but also to expose the deliberate targeting orchestrated by Dongsheng Ting. Through this audacious maneuver, he aimed to thrust the truth into the spotlight, forcing the authorities to acknowledge his undeniable prowess. If they refused him a place among the top three, they would be the architects of their own humiliation, for the world would view their actions as a farce. The saga of this confrontation, once unveiled, would be remembered as a testament to his indomitable spirit.

In the heart of this climactic moment, Qin Wentian invoked the third level of his immortal battle art, setting in motion a breathtaking display of his formidable prowess. A blaze of brilliance erupted from his being, akin to a celestial beacon lighting up the heavens. Thunderous echoes reverberated through the atmosphere as his stature swelled to an awe-inspiring height of 100 meters, casting a colossal shadow that dwarfed all else. Those who had once gazed upon him at eye level were now forced to crane their necks upward, their line of sight ascending only as far as his towering foot.

An ethereal cascade of luminance enveloped him, forming the resplendent visage of a Heavenly Fiendgod Armor. Simultaneously, an eerie, blood-red aura radiated from his very core, a testament to the profoundly otherworldly forces surging within him.

Above, in the celestial expanse, a cascade of astral light descended, transforming the entire firmament into a canvas painted by his constellations. Among them, the Demon Sovereign Constellation shone with a violet-golden brilliance, a symbol of annihilation and domination.

The sky itself seemed to crackle with power as colossal, savage demons, mirroring Qin Wentian's imposing stature, manifested in quick succession, their forms brimming with a primordial ferocity. Each creature exuded an aura that harked back to ancient times, a symphony of roars and howls that reverberated through the ears of the onlookers, sending shivers down their spines. The battle platform became a veritable menagerie as these monstrous beings multiplied, encircling Qin Wentian with their intimidating presence.

The sight was staggering, and Gusu Tianqi and his companions couldn't help but feel their hearts quake. Was this truly the extent of Qin Wentian's might? Had he unleashed this furious spectacle merely to prove a point, to demonstrate his indomitable strength?

Standing sentinel behind Qin Wentian, colossal figures of violet-golden suppression, resembling divine beings, materialized, emanating a runic luminosity of absolute dominion. They were a silent testament to his unyielding resolve.

Qin Wentian's voice, laced with confidence, reverberated across the battlefield. "Do you all truly believe yourselves to be formidable?" His words were punctuated by the radiance of a pure, white flame that enshrouded him, casting an ethereal glow upon his surroundings.

Gusu Tianqi, compelled by the overwhelming presence of the 100-meter giant before him, released his pent-up energy, soaring skyward while unleashing his own formidable battle art. The blazing sun furnace constellation materialized, and nine immortal kings materialized in his wake, each wielding a spear with daunting prowess. Yet, even in this dazzling display, his aura fell short when juxtaposed with Qin Wentian's colossal form.

"I've said it before, all five of you may challenge me simultaneously, or your chances will be naught." Qin Wentian extended a colossal palm, bearing runic inscriptions that glowed with divine energy. It formed an ancient bell, enhanced by the pristine flames of his second bloodline.

Feather King, consumed by fury, unleashed a resounding battle cry, summoning violet-gold wings that adorned his back. An ancient, winged devil materialized, and his eyes locked onto the formidable figure of Qin Wentian. In those eyes, a burning battle intent ignited like an uncontrollable blaze.

"BOOM!" The heavens quivered as the winged devil spread its colossal wings, blotting out the sky in preparation for a ferocious assault.

But Gusu Tianqi, his voice brimming with rage, thundered forth, "THERE IS NO NEED FOR ANY OF YOU TO INTERVENE!" With a seismic stomp, the nine immortal kings plunged their spears into the ground, conjuring a solar tempest of cataclysmic proportions.

Qin Wentian, unfazed, waved his mighty hands. Instantaneously, an immaculate, white-hued ancient bell manifested and collided with the surging solar storm. A maelstrom of pure white flames devoured the storm's fury, rendering it impotent.

"As I've stated before, you are no match for me." Qin Wentian's massive eyes bore into Gusu Tianqi, the latter's expression contorting with unsightly chagrin.

The shockwaves of revelation rippled not only through Gusu Tianqi but also through the entire assembly of the immortal banquet. Qin Wentian had revealed a power beyond measure, and his assertion of dominance was unequivocal. It was a revelation that left the crowd in awe.

"BOOM!" With an explosive outburst of fury, Qin Ta of the Heavenly God Race could no longer restrain himself. In an instant, his form expanded, transforming him into a Heavenly God. "I want to see just how mighty you truly are!"

With a surge of determination, Ye Qianchen ascended into the sky, defying gravity's pull as he rose higher and higher. On the battle platform, he had already reached the point of no return. If the rankings had indeed cast him into the role of the lowest contender, then what more did he have to lose? In this moment, fear was an emotion long abandoned. He, too, yearned to unravel the extent of Qin Wentian's power.

Beside him, Ruthless followed suit, his form soaring towards the heavens. The five of them circled Qin Wentian's towering figure, each exuding an aura tinged with danger, an ominous foreboding that electrified the air.

In the midst of this mounting tension, Qin Wentian's voice, thunderous and commanding, reverberated across the battlefield. "Come forth, and face me as one!" His call to battle hung in the air for a heartbeat before the five participants synchronized their movements, launching their assaults in perfect harmony.

Ye Qianchen initiated the offensive with a resolute slash, his sword technique a manifestation of unbridled power, aimed squarely at cleaving Qin Wentian in twain. Ruthless, in tandem, hurled his darkness-imbued spear through the void, its deadly trajectory homing in on Qin Wentian's head.

Simultaneously, Qin Ta channeled his Heavenly God Fist, a devastating force that tore through the fabric of space itself. Feather King underwent a staggering transformation, becoming a winged devil, his figure darting forward with blistering velocity. And Gusu Tianqi, positioned at the forefront, drew an ultra sun spear from his fiery furnace, thrusting it with unwavering resolve at Qin Wentian's colossal frame.

A cacophony of battle cries and elemental forces reverberated through the battlefield as the onslaught unfolded.

"ROAR!" A deafening roar resonated through the heavens. The demon king, born from Qin Wentian's bloodline, and the colossal beasts conjured by his protection, surged forward, a fearsome tide of power. While Qin Wentian's palms retaliated against Gusu Tianqi's advance, his eyes remained fixed on the celestial expanse.

As his gaze locked onto the figures of suppression, an intricate and elaborate plan unfurled before the eyes of the spectators. These towering figures of violet-golden suppression, suspended in the air, were now set in motion, hurtling toward the ground with incredible speed.

"BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM...!" The earth quaked beneath the impact of dozens upon dozens of these figures, creating a spectacle both breathtaking and bewildering. Their arrangement formed an enigmatic suppression diagram that radiated a palpable aura of dominance.

The five assailants launched a frenzied assault, their attacks relentlessly pounding upon Qin Wentian's formidable defense. Yet, to the astonishment of the watching crowd, their combined efforts proved utterly futile. Qin Wentian's resistance appeared effortless. He could have dispatched the four challengers surrounding Gusu Tianqi with ease, and even Gusu Tianqi's formidable assault posed no significant threat.

However, Qin Wentian displayed no haste in retaliating, leaving the audience baffled and curious. "What is his plan?" murmured the spectators as they focused on the rapidly spinning suppression diagram. Its profound power resonated throughout the battlefield, stirring unease.

In the face of this impending dread, Gusu Tianqi's eyes widened with terror, for he had never encountered such a formidable threat. Then, in a sudden twist of events, Qin Wentian summoned the diagram to himself with a simple gesture, positioning himself at its heart.

In an instant, an unparalleled wave of suppression surged forth, an overwhelming force that bore down upon every living soul within its grasp. Gusu Tianqi and his four compatriots found themselves ensnared by this oppressive power, struggling to even draw breath. Their frenzied attacks were reduced to feeble attempts as the force of the diagram shackled their movements, pressing down with relentless cruelty.

In the crucible of this climactic showdown, the nine shadowy visages of Gusu Tianqi, each an embodiment of an immortal king's might, faltered beneath the relentless weight of suppression. One by one, the nine blazing suns that had once illuminated his existence dimmed, their radiance waning until they shattered into oblivion. The very essence within them expended itself to bolster Gusu Tianqi against the unyielding force of the suppression.

At this precise juncture, a revelation unveiled itself to both Gusu Tianqi and Feather King. The supreme suppression force was a juggernaut beyond measure, reducing their movements to a sluggish crawl, a harrowing descent into a lethargic stupor.

In response to this looming peril, Qin Wentian, a colossal titan amidst the chaos, fixed his unwavering gaze upon Ye Qianchen. With unyielding resolve, an overwhelming force cascaded forth, crushing Ye Qianchen into the ground with irresistible might.

He continued his procession of judgment, his eyes setting upon Qin Ta, who met a similar fate, ejected from the platform in a whirlwind of chaotic energy.

Ruthless and Feather King, in their frenzied determination, met the same dire outcome. Their defiant roars dissipated into the ether, drowned out by the omnipotent force that subdued them utterly. Defenseless, they were at the mercy of Qin Wentian's power. Yet, he refrained from dealing the final blow, for his intent reached far beyond these challengers. His purpose was to unveil the truth, to lay bare Dongsheng Ting's machinations.

Turning his gaze upon Gusu Tianqi, Qin Wentian unleashed the entirety of the suppression force contained within the diagram. Gusu Tianqi, ensnared by the merciless pressure, found his movements utterly incapacitated. The formidable force crashed through his defenses, shattering them to pieces. In a final, definitive gesture, Qin Wentian unleashed a palm strike, launching Gusu Tianqi into the distant expanse, soaring towards the immortal banquet.

An immortal king from the Eastern Prefecture acted swiftly, extending his hands to catch the hurtling Gusu Tianqi. His eyes remained locked on Qin Wentian, as did those of every observer present.

The aftermath of this climactic battle resonated with resounding shockwaves that rippled through the hearts of all who had witnessed it. In this concluding bout, Qin Wentian had stood alone against every participant on the battlefield, crushing each one with unmatched power. It was not merely victory; it was dominance, the embodiment of unassailable supremacy.

Notably, he hadn't merely defeated his adversaries; he possessed the means to end their lives should he choose to do so. His towering, 100-meter frame shimmered with a dazzling radiance, casting him as the undisputed protagonist of this spectacle. As his piercing gaze bore into Dongsheng Ting, his voice reverberated, filling the air with an unyielding question.

"Is this enough?!"