Slaying an Immortal Emperor’s Descendant

Slaying an Immortal Emperor's Descendant . . .

Xuan Yang's countenance underwent a drastic transformation upon hearing Qin Wentian's words. As Qin Wentian had declared, Xuan Xing had already suffered a fatal blow. The sole reason Xuan Xing had survived was due to the intervention of the Xuan Emperor's protective strand of immortal sense.

Xuan Xing no longer enjoyed the safeguard of his immortal sense. If subjected to another full-fledged attack from Qin Wentian, he would undoubtedly meet his demise. There was no question about it. This was precisely why the Xuan Emperor had initially chosen to obliterate the God's Hand. However, the potency radiating from Qin Wentian at this moment posed an imminent and life-threatening danger to Xuan Xing. How could Xuan Yang not be alarmed?

The instant he bellowed, "What are you trying to say?" Qin Wentian's colossal form was already in motion, descending like a bolt of lightning from the sky, bearing immeasurable sword power.

It was swift, inconceivably swift.

"DAMN! XUAN XING, DRAW YOUR IMMORTAL WEAPON!" Xuan Yang roared. However, Xuan Xing had no time to react. Immediately following his exchange with Qin Wentian, a formidable great roc hurtled towards him. In an instant, Xuan Xing's aura surged to its maximum, and a radiant light materialized an immortal weapon in his hand.

"STOP!"

A cold voice reverberated with overwhelming authority. Nevertheless, the torrent of sword qi had already materialized into actual swords. An apparently boundless sword power enveloped Xuan Xing entirely, just as the formidable figure of the gigantic roc materialized right before him. If Qin Wentian were to extend his razor-sharp talons at that very moment, Xuan Xing would meet instantaneous demise, his body pierced by myriad swords.

A mirror manifested in Xuan Xing's hands, exuding runic light, and faint traces of immortal power emanated from it. However, Xuan Xing could not activate it. An overwhelmingly powerful attack could determine life and death within the span of a single breath. Presently, Qin Wentian could end his life at any moment. Xuan Xing had the time to draw his immortal-ranked weapon but lacked the time to activate it.

"YOU DARE?!" Xuan Yang thundered. He advanced, his aura ascending to staggering heights, exuding extreme terror. Yet, Qin Wentian's speed was too extraordinary. In terms of sheer swiftness, Xuan Yang stood no chance against Qin Wentian, let alone Xuan Xing. Ultimately, Xuan Yang was not swift enough to prevent Qin Wentian from assaulting Xuan Xing.

Xuan Xing's cold gaze remained fixed on the colossal figure before him as he icily declared, "If you kill me, even if you manage to survive the City of Ancient Emperors, my royal father will undoubtedly pursue you the moment you depart."

In principle, the affairs of the younger generations during their trials outside were matters that the older generations refrained from meddling in. However, if it involved the death of an immortal emperor's offspring, the Xuan Emperor would certainly take action.

Slaying Xuan Xing amounted to provoking the wrath of the Xuan Emperor.

Spectators watched with bated breath as they beheld this scene. When Qin Wentian had employed the God's Hand previously, his strike had already reached a lethally potent level, triggering the activation of Xuan Xing's protective strand of immortal sense, which had shielded him from the attack. Now, without that protective immortal sense, there was no guarantee that Qin Wentian wouldn't execute Xuan Xing. He might genuinely possess the audacity to do so, despite the fact that his target was an offspring of an immortal emperor.

Qing'er lowered her head, her gaze locked onto the scene below. Her countenance remained ice-cold, and aside from her interactions with Qin Wentian, it appeared that her expression would remain unaltered. There would be no fluctuations in her emotional state, and regardless of Qin Wentian's actions, she wouldn't obstruct him—even if he intended to end the life of the Xuan Emperor's son, Xuan Xing.

"Stow away your immortal weapon," Qin Wentian coldly commanded. Xuan Xing's expression stiffened as he gazed upon the imposing great roc before him.

The sword qi howled with fury, and Qin Wentian's razor-sharp talons advanced just half an inch further. An unrelenting torrent of sword qi penetrated Xuan Xing, its formidable force causing his long hair to billow as his complexion turned even paler.

"Very well, I'll comply. You won't do anything reckless, will you...?" Xuan Xing stammered as he stowed away his immortal weapon, his voice quivering. The experts from the Twin Stars Alliance closed in on Qin Wentian, inching closer and closer. Should Qin Wentian make a move, they were prepared to swiftly retaliate and end him.

Qin Wentian's colossal roc form drew near to Xuan Xing. As he gazed into the great roc's icy eyes, Xuan Xing's body involuntarily quaked.

Tension enveloped Xuan Xing; his entire being was rigid with apprehension. In the face of the precipice between life and death, it mattered not whether he was the son of the Xuan Emperor or a supreme genius at the pinnacle of his abilities—once he lost his life, all would cease.

"Qin Wentian, you won't escape the consequences of killing Xuan Xing," Xuan Yang declared icily.

"Qin Wentian, don't act on impulse. I can renounce my pursuit of the God's Hand," Xuan Xing offered, even vowing to forsake his ambition for the God's Hand.

However, Qin Wentian continued his descent, drawing even closer. His immense form hovered perilously close to the top of Xuan Xing's head. An oppressive aura bore down upon Xuan Xing, and an overwhelming demonic energy descended upon him. Xuan Xing trembled uncontrollably, terror evident in his eyes as he stared at Qin Wentian.

"From this moment forth, I shall show no mercy and execute anyone who covets the God's Hand, regardless of their identity."

Qin Wentian declared coldly, his wings generating powerful gusts that ravaged the surroundings. His wings flapped once more, and in an instant, Qin Wentian vanished like a lightning bolt, disappearing from sight entirely.

"BOOM!" Xuan Yang and the other onlookers were stunned, their eyes fixed on the crimson torrent of blood spraying through the air. The source of this macabre display was none other than Xuan Xing, whose head had been pierced by sword qi. A sharp talon had impaled him at the crown of his head, while ten thousand swords had punctured his heart, leaving no doubt about his demise.

"He actually did it..."

"A scion of an immortal emperor—Qin Wentian dared to kill Xuan Xing!"

"He systematically manipulated Xuan Xing, compelling him to stow away his immortal weapon while drawing nearer and nearer. He expended considerable effort to slay Xuan Xing without unleashing the full power of that supreme sword technique that would deplete his energy."

"Right from the start, Qin Wentian had intended to kill Xuan Xing. The delay was merely to set the stage for that final strike, employing the simplest means to extinguish Xuan Xing's life. Yet, he has not even unleashed the full might of his supreme sword technique."

The hearts of the spectators quaked. Xuan Xing's eyes had yet to close, his body descending slowly through the air. Regardless of his arrogance in life or his status as the son of an immortal emperor, he had met his end in the City of Ancient Emperors.

Qin Wentian had truly acted upon his resolve, claiming Xuan Xing's life.

"XUAN XING!!!!!!" Xuan Yang's roar shook the earth. He charged toward his younger brother's lifeless body, his own frame trembling violently. His fists clenched tightly, and his anger seemed to surge skyward—it appeared he could descend into madness at any moment.

In this trial within the City of Ancient Emperors, his younger brother Xuan Xing had met his demise.

A deafening roar of rage reverberated through the air, shaking the very foundations of the earth. Xuan Yang's fists slammed into the ground, shattering it into yawning chasms as the earth convulsed beneath his wrathful might. His gaze remained locked on Qin Wentian, the colossal great roc poised for battle.

The tempestuous winds howled with even greater intensity, and the concentrated sword qi coalesced into a veritable river of lethal force. The boundless sword might radiating from Qin Wentian brimmed with imminent release, his talons poised for action.

A palpable aura of immortal power saturated the atmosphere, as Xuan Yang brandished his immortal weapon, exuding a potent aura of death. However, just as the tension reached its zenith, a haunting sword screech pierced the air, and a uniquely shaped demonic sword materialized before Qin Wentian. With a deft stroke, it grazed him, drawing forth a rivulet of blood that the sword greedily consumed. In an instant, an overwhelming surge of demonic qi swept over the entire assembly, and the demon sword emitted an eerie wail, its surface shimmering with an ethereal radiance that seemed poised to rend the heavens asunder.

Etched upon the blade's surface was the image of a majestic roc, exuding an air of regal arrogance, as if proclaiming itself the true ruler of the skies.

The demon sword had once claimed to be a sovereign of the skies, lamenting only that the heavens were not grand enough.

But now, in the immortal realms, the heavens should surely extend even higher than those in the particle world.

"You, the son of the Xuan Emperor, are not the sole wielder of an immortal weapon," Qin Wentian declared icily. His other hand clutched the runebone of the Paragon Wind Roc, summoning forth the phantom of another wind roc that superimposed itself onto his form. The potent amalgamation of demonic and sword qi was so overwhelming that every onlooker felt their very souls quiver.

Xuan Yang's rage soared to unimaginable heights as he locked eyes with Qin Wentian. With Xuan Xing's demise, the enmity between them had escalated into a blood feud. Yet, in Qin Wentian's eyes, the moment Xuan Xing had surrounded him in a bid to wrest away the God's Hand, it had been preordained that one of them would not leave this confrontation alive.

The Twin Stars Alliance remained motionless. The alliances formed within the City of Ancient Emperors were temporary at best. Each member was a chosen one from their respective regions, descendants or disciples of immortal kings or emperors. If an all-out life-and-death battle erupted, each individual had to weigh the potential repercussions. Interfering meant incurring Qin Wentian's undying enmity, which was a daunting prospect.

Moreover, Princess Qing'er, the daughter of the Evergreen Immortal Emperor, stood by Qin Wentian's side, further complicating the decision.

Hence, everyone had to carefully consider whether intervention was warranted.

Xuan Yang made no sudden moves; he stood resolute, clutching his immortal weapon, his gaze piercingly fixed on Qin Wentian. With immortal weapons now drawn into the fray, the ensuing consequences were bound to be cataclysmic. The immense power surging forth at that very moment might very well spell his demise before his father's protective immortal sense could even activate.

Likewise, Qin Wentian remained still, his stance unwavering as he observed Xuan Yang's next course of action with an air of patient resolve.

Meanwhile, on the opposing front, Xiao Lengyue gracefully advanced toward Qing'er, her demeanor exuding a quiet confidence. Her voice carried a hint of excitement as she addressed her rival, "I've harbored a longstanding desire to engage in combat with you. Even if Qin Wentian and the coveted God's Hand were not factors, the clash between us was an inevitability. Xiao Lengyue, I am genuinely eager to witness the level of combat prowess possessed by the renowned daughter of the Evergreen Immortal Emperor."

As her words drifted away, an aura of frigid energy, foreboding and monumental, unfurled in the surroundings. Qing'er's crystalline eyes locked onto Xiao Lengyue, her form enveloped in a potent spatial energy, the very fabric of space responding to her presence. Beneath her feet, a mystical spatial diagram took shape, a testament to her profound mastery over this unique realm.

A resounding "BANG!" echoed through the air as Xiao Lengyue launched her offensive, crystalline frost erupting from her in a wave of glacial might. Swift and unrelenting, it threatened to freeze all it touched into glistening icicles. But in a breath, Qing'er moved. The intricate spatial diagram beneath her pulsed with ethereal energy, and in the blink of an eye, she vanished from her previous location, reappearing effortlessly at another point.

"What remarkable control of spatial energy, enabling instantaneous teleportation to any chosen destination. It's nothing short of awe-inspiring," marveled the onlookers, their hearts quivering with anticipation. Two supreme beauties, both possessing extraordinary strength, were poised for a battle that had been eagerly awaited.

Xiao Lengyue's response was a disdainful huff, her frost-and-ice constellation materializing around her. Her fist surged forth once more, expanding the radius of her icy dominion.

Yet, to the astonishment of the spectators, Qing'er continued her advance. With an almost casual grace, she navigated through the treacherous frost, her body untouched by the tyrannical cold as she steadily approached Xiao Lengyue.