Complete Domination of Xiao Lengyue

Complete Domination of Xiao Lengyue . . .

The battlefield quaked with ferocity as Xiao Lengyue was forcibly propelled backward, her silhouette tracing an arc through the tumultuous air. In a blaze of golden radiance, Qin Wentian, propelled by wings reminiscent of a majestic roc, shot forward like a living comet.

"KILL!" The battle cry echoed through the battleground as Qin Wentian thrust his spear once more. Yet, in a flash of blinding white light, an ancient mirror materialized, intercepting Qin Wentian's assault. The mirror shattered upon impact, its formidable resilience causing Qin Wentian's hand to quiver. The sheer might of his spear had been stymied. This brilliant display was the handiwork of Xuan Yang, who valiantly fought alongside Xiao Lengyue.

Opportunity, once lost, seldom returns, and Xiao Lengyue was poised to exploit this opening. With a resounding cry, her long tresses swayed in the wind, her figure enshrouded in an icy frost. A cacophonous rupture signaled the demise of the ice statue, unleashing a wave of destructive energy as she lunged forward. An ordinary genius, subject to the wrath of her fury, would be reduced to mere shards akin to the shattered sculpture.

In the realm of elite combatants, victory hung by a gossamer thread, swaying with every fleeting moment. Qin Wentian, entrapped by Xuan Yang's deft interception, inadvertently granted Xiao Lengyue the precious seconds she needed to unleash her onslaught. A surging, bone-chilling frost poured into his body, encroaching upon his very core. As Xiao Lengyue delivered her furious strike, Qin Wentian felt the disconcerting sensation of his body fragmenting into countless particles, poised to be obliterated—an alarming and visceral experience.

In that critical juncture, the runic luminescence enveloping Qin Wentian intensified to its zenith. A tidal wave of suppressive force cascaded from the heavens, his celestial constellation emanating an incandescent brilliance as the God's Hand surged forth once more. This oppressive wave shattered the icy shackles that ensnared him, setting the stage for yet another devastating thrust of his spear toward Xiao Lengyue. The collision of these two titanic forces ignited a cataclysmic frenzy of power.

"GO!" Qin Wentian's extended spear expanded to astonishing proportions, a celestial lance capable of shattering all obstacles in its path. Released from his grasp, it surged toward Xiao Lengyue, who frantically attempted to reassert her freezing influence over the surroundings. Yet, just as her dominion over the frost solidified, a torrent of spatial energy erupted, ushering forth a radiant fist of golden light that tore through the frozen veil.

Simultaneously, Xuan Yang seized upon this opportune moment, his focus shifting to Qing'er. Yet, he soon found himself confronted by Qin Wentian's relentless retaliation—a Star-Seizing Palm Imprint, charged with the overwhelming might of the God's Hand, surged menacingly toward him.

Xuan Yang howled, his Heavenly Mystic Mirror Art summoned to its absolute zenith. Qin Wentian's attack collided with a constellation of countless mirrors, each a masterpiece of the arcane, transforming offensive onslaughts into treacherous backlashes. The impact reverberated through Qin Wentian's frame, causing his arms to tingle with numbing reverberations. Unfazed, Xuan Yang responded with an unanticipated spear thrust, an unexpected strike born of his celestial mirror's constellation.

"Remarkable! Xuan Yang's #4 rank in the Immortal Ascension Rankings is well-deserved. His reputation is not unfounded," whispered the spectators, their admiration undeniable. The Heavenly Mystic Mirror Art was nothing short of a marvel, able to deflect assaults and redirect them against the very assailant. Only a titan of immeasurable strength could hope to breach this formidable defense, and it was evident that Qin Wentian had yet to scale such heights.

Nonetheless, this battlefield was not a stage for solo acts; it was a collective drama. Qin Wentian, fully cognizant of the uphill battle that lay before him, opted for strategic retreat. Like a wind roc, he executed a swift withdrawal, conjuring a potent spatial diagram to meet Xuan Yang's spearhead. Upon impact, the spear's energy was devoured by the voracious maw of the diagram, swallowed whole and exiled to the abyss of the void, rendered entirely impotent.

The battlefield pulsed with a symphony of strategy and combat as Qin Wentian and Qing'er displayed an extraordinary synchronicity. A harmonious dance of offense and defense unfolded, where Qing'er provided the bulwark that guarded against Qin Wentian's fierce strikes, only to see him seamlessly pivot into an assault on Xiao Lengyue. This tactical ballet disrupted Xiao Lengyue's initial plan—a fatal mistake that fractured their coordination. Trapped in the crossfire with Qing'er and Qin Wentian interposed between them, Xiao Lengyue and Xuan Yang struggled to regain their collaborative advantage.

"Princess Qing'er and Qin Wentian wield prowess equal to Xuan Yang and Xiao Lengyue. Should they prevail in this contest, the Twin Stars Alliance, with its rebranded leadership and alliance with the Xiao Sect, may tumble from its pedestal," the onlookers murmured. The new Twin Stars Alliance had anointed Xuan Yang and Xiao Lengyue as the celestial duo to carry its legacy forward, and their defeat here would undoubtedly tarnish the alliance's reputation as the preeminent power in the City of Ancient Emperors.

The battle intensified with each passing moment. Qin Wentian and Xiao Lengyue engaged in a relentless exchange of blows, each attack met with an equally ferocious response. In contrast, Princess Qing'er adopted a more defensive posture, leveraging her spatial mastery to thwart Xuan Yang's relentless onslaught. She occasionally swapped positions with Qin Wentian, ambushing Xiao Lengyue when the opportunity arose.

Princess Qing'er harnessed her command of spatial energy to full effect. Coupled with Qin Wentian's inherent agility, they turned the tide against Xiao Lengyue, pushing her into an ever-bleaker predicament.

"Qin Wentian, your tactics reek of cowardice, relying on a woman's aid in battle," Xiao Lengyue taunted, seeking to stoke his anger as a means of rattling his composure.

Yet, Qin Wentian's response was a cold, mocking laughter that pierced through her provocations. Undeterred, he continued his relentless assault, retorting, "Xiao Lengyue, what truly amuses me is your pitiful strength as the #6-ranked Immortal Ascension Rankings contender. Allow me to enlighten you about the God's Hand's true power."

As his voice faded, an eruption of brilliance radiated from his palm, a dazzling spectacle of countless runes swirling with unmatched intensity. This arcane spectacle, with its inexhaustible reservoir of power, hinted at the cataclysmic calamity it might unleash.

Xiao Lengyue watched in stupefied shock as the runes converged, spiraling into a frenzied vortex that voraciously devoured the ambient energy. A maelstrom of destructive force surged forth, a harrowing tempest that left her heart quivering with trepidation.

"You're overreaching, Qin Wentian. After the God's Hand shattered, you could not reassemble it. You're gambling with its power," she declared, her gaze fixed upon his palm.

"You're correct. But it matters not. The God's Hand can maintain its peak battle state for an extended duration. Once this battle concludes, I'll disperse its energy. Yet, the God's Hand possesses another name—the Hand of Divinity. It harbors a unique attribute, capable of unleashing divine-level might, evolving into a true combat God's Hand," Qin Wentian explained, his figure hurtling forward. With a sweeping motion, he unleashed his palm toward Xiao Lengyue.

In the blink of an eye, an incomprehensibly colossal palm of divinity descended from the heavens, its unparalleled might poised to obliterate all in its path. Xiao Lengyue was left feeling utterly helpless as she unleashed an earth-shattering cry. An avalanche of frost materialized into towering ice mountains, a desperate attempt to stem the tide of the colossal palm's inexorable force.

A resounding, thunderous boom reverberated through the air, shattering the ice mountains to mere fragments. The palm of divinity surged with the speed of lightning, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.

-BOOM!- The ground quaked as Xiao Lengyue collided head-on with the colossal palm. Gasps of astonishment rippled through the crowd as they witnessed a massive crater, perfectly etched in the shape of an enormous hand, materializing beneath her. Then, in an awe-inspiring spectacle, Xiao Lengyue was hurled backward, her descent marked by an earth-shattering impact that left bystanders wide-eyed with disbelief. Even the fierce engagement between Qing'er and Xuan Yang momentarily ceased, both combatants casting incredulous glances toward the unfolding spectacle.

The newly-formed crater bore a glacial veneer, shrouding the immediate vicinity in an aura of chilling dread. Amidst the eerie silence, the unmistakable sound of coughing broke through the oppressive atmosphere. Slowly, a battered figure emerged from the depths of the crater, crimson streams of blood trailing from her lips. Xiao Lengyue's gaze fixated on Qin Wentian, her eyes awash with the desolation of defeat.

This marked the second time she had been vanquished, the first being at the hands of Qing'er, a rank higher than her at the time. Now, she found herself defeated in a stunningly dominant manner by Qin Wentian. The young man she had once recruited into the Xiao Sect for the sole purpose of gaining access to Emperor Yi's ancient palace, and the coveted legacy of the God's Hand, had not only comprehended the divine art but had also surpassed her in wielding it. She had reaped no rewards, no benefits from her schemes, and now, six months later, the very secret art she sought to control had become the weapon of her downfall. Irony at its finest.

"Xiao Lengyue defeated by Qin Wentian!" Gasps and hushed whispers emanated from the spectators, disbelief etched across their faces. Qin Wentian, the bearer of the God's Hand, was poised to ascend to unparalleled prominence in the City of Ancient Emperors.

As the radiance surrounding Qin Wentian's palm gradually dimmed, Xuan Yang's expression turned glacial. He darted forward, a relentless tempest directed at Qin Wentian. Without the God's Hand, what hope could Qin Wentian possibly have of withstanding his onslaught? Xiao Lengyue's defeat, while significant, did not signal the battle's end.

Yet, Qing'er intervened, teleporting instantly to block Xuan Yang's path. Her mastery of spatial energy allowed her to effortlessly obstruct him, even though she lacked the means to shatter Xuan Yang's mirror art. Their confrontation was a relentless deadlock, with observers witnessing a battle that blurred the distinction between ranks #4 and #5 in the Immortal Ascension Rankings.

Qin Wentian had foreseen this scenario, given his prior clash with Xuan Yang. He steadily approached, preparing to face Xuan Yang head-on. Meanwhile, several Twin Stars Alliance members inched toward him, seemingly unable to remain mere spectators.

"What's this? Can't bear the thought of losing?" Qin Wentian's frigid gaze swept over the advancing Twin Stars Alliance members, causing them to halt in their tracks. They glared at him with undisguised hostility, while a few moved closer to Xiao Lengyue's side, poised to offer her support.

"What just transpired?" At that moment, a voice descended from the heavens, a figure soaring elegantly through the air. His aura radiated an indescribable grandeur, neither aggressive nor domineering, yet it bore an unquestionable air of authority. His casual words conveyed an innate sense of command that instantly silenced the gathering.