Strongest Battle States

Strongest Battle States . . .

Within the tumultuous heart of the Underworld Mountains, a fierce and climactic confrontation unfolded. Zi Daoyang, the preeminent contender of the Violet Sect, found himself thrust into a battle of epic proportions against none other than Qin Wentian, flanked by his indomitable companions, Nanfeng Yunxi and the valiant Little Rascal.

The combative fervor extended to the experts hailing from the Qin Sect who were fiercely clashing with their Violet Sect counterparts. The explosive clashes reverberated throughout the region, setting off a chain reaction of devastation. Mountain peaks crumbled into oblivion, while yawning chasms cleaved open the very earth, echoing with a cacophony akin to the portentous throes of apocalypse.

At the heart of this cataclysmic tempest stood Zi Daoyang, Qin Wentian, and their resolute companions, the epicenter of a battle that could very well reshape the destinies of all involved. Zi Daoyang's colossal violet palm imprint collided headlong with Qin Wentian's formidable God's Hand, a fierce contest of strength and willpower. Zi Daoyang's intention was clear – to consume the God's Hand's boundless energy within his dark abyss. Yet, within the depths of Qin Wentian's unyielding gaze, a relentless determination shone, and his very being became a radiant canvas for the intricate and awe-inspiring runic lines that converged and formed a divine physique capable of suppressing all in its path.

Within the core of his being, an awe-striking power surged forth, enveloping Zi Daoyang completely. With a resounding eruption, Qin Wentian unleashed the formidable might of his left palm, a force potent enough to obliterate the very essence of existence.

In response, Zi Daoyang issued a disdainful snort, abruptly disengaging his immense violet palm from the God's Hand. The unfathomable violet light then coalesced into an ancient cauldron of an ethereal hue, shattering the heavens with a thunderous concerto of destruction, and vanquishing both the cauldron and Qin Wentian's potent offensive.

"ROAR!" Little Rascal, propelled by fury, unleashed a deafening battle cry that reverberated through the very firmament. An impenetrable layer of kingly armor sheathed its form, its razor-sharp talons adorned with intricate runes that gleamed ominously. Swiftly, it lashed out with its claws, compelling Zi Daoyang to retreat, clearly caught off guard by the creature's relentless assault.

Zi Daoyang, however, proved not to be outdone. In response to the onslaught, he summoned a transcendent display of power. Stretching both hands forward, he conjured boundless violet radiance, giving rise to innumerable colossal cauldrons of supreme prowess, each bearing the potential to dismantle the very fabric of existence, a relentless onslaught threatening to dismantle everything that had ever existed.

"Be vigilant!" Nanfeng Yunxi's grave tone bore testament to the escalating gravity of the situation. Zi Daoyang's attacks had reached an apex of ferocity, and his fury was palpable, rendering him even more formidable than before.

Amidst the resounding thunder of battle, Qin Wentian's corporeal presence expanded once more. This time, he assumed a form of colossal proportions, towering above a hundred meters. His very being exuded an ethereal glow of runic luminescence, akin to a deity hailing from time immemorial. His eyes, ablaze with a fiery luminescence, betrayed an infernal, unrelenting determination.

Surveying the battlefield that stretched before him, Qin Wentian bore witness to the titanic struggle between the Violet Sect and the Qin Sect. Xiao Lengyue led a group of seasoned experts, all intent on ensnaring Qing'er in a relentless siege. Unwavering and resolute, Qin Wentian's God's Hand transformed, a complex tapestry of runes coalescing into a colossal celestial hammer. In the heavens above, an overpowering divine light radiated, and the formidable heavenly hammer clenched within Qin Wentian's grasp surged forth with a boundless might, poised to reshape the very fabric of destiny itself.

In the heat of battle, Qin Wentian's voice rang out, urgently calling to Qing'er. With a flourish of her presence, Qing'er exuded a potent spatial energy that cocooned her in an instant. Their connection, one that transcended the ordinary, became evident as they operated in perfect harmony, communicating without words, their bond unbreakable. Before them, the formidable heavenly hammer, a harbinger of impending destruction, soared aloft and then descended with unrestrained force.

The magnitude of Qin Wentian's transformation was staggering – a colossal titan standing over a hundred meters tall. The heavenly hammer, poised in his grasp, descended upon the battlefield like an unstoppable meteor, a testament to the sheer might at his disposal. It was as though he held the power to shape destiny itself with each resounding strike.

As the heavenly hammer plummeted earthward, Xiao Lengyue and her retinue of experts were overtaken by a turbulent and chaotic maelstrom. An overwhelming, oppressive force bore down upon them, a weight that threatened to smother the very life from their beings. Struggling to maintain their footing, they raised their gazes to witness the heavens blacken with the looming celestial hammer, an embodiment of immortal law energy that exuded an aura of transcendence.

As the heavenly hammer descended ever closer, a surge of icy energy emanated from Xiao Lengyue, spreading like an encroaching frost, ready to congeal all it touched into a frigid, unyielding solidity. Her surroundings succumbed to the creeping frost, the very air crystallizing. Encircled by her disciples, rays of luminance erupted forth as each unleashed their most formidable attacks, a collective effort to thwart the impending cataclysm.

Yet, when the heavenly hammer collided, an irrefutable force took hold, leaving nothing but an overwhelming maelstrom of annihilation. In the realm of ultimate power, destruction knew no bounds. Qin Wentian's strike transcended mere strength; it carried an overwhelming suppressive force that defied the very laws of existence. Columns of holy, pure-white flames enveloped the celestial hammer, an embodiment of unadulterated obliteration.

Zi Daoyang's countenance contorted, and with unparalleled celerity, he hurled himself into action. His myriad violet cauldrons, resplendent and world-shaking, launched a frenzied assault to intercept the descending celestial hammer. Each cauldron possessed a cataclysmic might that mirrored Qin Wentian's own. Xiao Lengyue, now a portrait of despair, watched in horror as the celestial hammer hurtled inexorably toward her. Yet, in the nick of time, Zi Daoyang's colossal cauldrons manifested before her, colliding with the impending cataclysm. A deafening explosion erupted, assaulting eardrums and carving craters into the very landscape.

The fierce clash resulted in the obliteration of the colossal cauldrons, but it also succeeded in repelling Qin Wentian's celestial hammer. Clutching the hammer, the God's Hand trembled violently, its aura fluctuating wildly. A flicker of movement saw Qing'er at Qin Wentian's side, her presence emanating formidable spatial energy.

However, an enigmatic energy enveloped Qing'er's being, a shroud of power not fully under her control.

"The Green-Lotus Sacred Compendium," Zi Daoyang intuited the magnitude of the energy emanating from Qing'er. His gaze shifted to her, addressing her directly, "Qing'er, your current state leaves you bereft of mastery over this sacred art. Its activation exacts a steep price, inflicting profound agony. I harbor no intention of opposing you; there is no need to invoke the Green-Lotus Sacred Compendium in this conflict. So why, Qing'er, would you choose this path?"

A strange glimmer lit up Qin Wentian's eyes as he redirected his gaze toward Qing'er. He couldn't help but recall the previous encounter when, together, they had injured Mo Xie. It was Qing'er who had unleashed this potent technique, elevating her strength to unparalleled heights. But the revelation from Zi Daoyang had unveiled a hidden cost - one that necessitated self-injury and extreme pain as a prerequisite for wielding this art.

Qing'er sensed Qin Wentian's scrutiny and met his gaze with unwavering clarity. Her eyes, clear as a pristine lake, shimmered with a serene smile. "It's alright."

Qin Wentian, still unsure if Qing'er would openly acknowledge her injury, involuntarily turned to Nanfeng Yunxi. "Nanfeng."

Nanfeng Yunxi's voice flowed silently into Qin Wentian's consciousness, her thoughts a confidential message. "The Green-Lotus Sacred Compendium is a secret art of the Evergreen Immortal Emperor. It's shrouded in mystery, and rumors suggest that its activation results in an explosive increase in the user's strength. However, I've never heard of any associated side effects. Only those closely connected to the Evergreen Immortal Emperor would comprehend this secret art."

"You're correct. My royal father and Uncle Evergreen share a profound bond. I, too, understand the profundity of the Green-Lotus Sacred Compendium," Zi Daoyang clarified, his gaze piercing Qin Wentian's. "You, Qin Wentian, are in no position to decide whether Qing'er should fight for you."

In Qin Wentian's eyes, a mixture of emotions played out. Concern and tenderness were evident, tinged with a hint of guilt. Did Qing'er truly have to bear such a burden for his sake?

"I'm truly fine," Qing'er replied, her sweet smile aimed at Qin Wentian. Her eyes radiated warmth and affection, the depths of her love for him unfathomable. Nanfeng Yunxi, standing by her side, felt a surge of emotion as she witnessed the intimate exchange. She didn't know the extent of Qing'er and Qin Wentian's shared history, but their connection was undeniably profound.

"Nanfeng, Qing'er, Little Rascal, surround him. I will oversee this battlefield, ensuring no interference from others," Qin Wentian declared as he fixed his unyielding gaze on Zi Daoyang. A bone-chilling coldness emanated from his eyes as his constellation emanated an overwhelming aura of suppression. The sky bore witness to constellations descending, shimmering with boundless brilliance. Simultaneously, an indomitable burst of sword energy surged from his left hand, activating the Sword Slaughter Constellation. His outstretched left hand conjured a colossal annihilative sword, capable of rending all existence asunder.

Brandishing a heavenly hammer in one hand and a colossal sword in the other, Qin Wentian's body shimmered with resplendent runic patterns, a testament to his supreme physique. At this moment, he resembled a veritable war deity, poised to commit himself wholeheartedly to the impending battle. Stepping forward, the earth trembled beneath his feet, fractures branching out in all directions.

As the members of the Violet Sect and the Qin Sect engaged in combat, they couldn't help but divert their attention to Qin Wentian. Astonishment surged within them. Who was Qin Wentian, truly? His repertoire of trump cards seemed inexhaustible, and he now appeared as an unrivaled battle deity capable of subjugating all beneath the heavens. His overwhelming aura projected the image of an indomitable force, seemingly invincible.

"I shall join you in battle," Nanfeng Yunxi declared, her voice resonating as a crimson radiance surged skyward. An ethereal specter of an ancient phoenix materialized, exuding an aura ancient and profound. Her own presence escalated exponentially, her crimson radiance expanding to obscure the entire firmament, reigning supreme over heaven and earth.

With unparalleled grace, Nanfeng Yunxi levitated, her aura climbing unrestrained.

Despite her ranking as third in the Immortal Ascension Rankings, Nanfeng Yunxi's earlier display of strength had seemed rather lackluster compared to the formidable Zi Daoyang. To onlookers, it might have appeared as if she hadn't lived up to her reputation. However, for those who truly understood the Southern Phoenix Clan, they recognized that her previous performance was far from Nanfeng Yunxi's true combat potential.

The Immortal Ascension Rankings were a testament to a cultivator's martial prowess. Even after their impressive displays of power, Qin Wentian and Qing'er had secured the fourth and fifth positions respectively, while Nanfeng Yunxi remained firmly in third place. This wasn't a fluke; rather, it was a well-deserved recognition of Nanfeng Yunxi's genuine strength.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering explosion reverberated through the surroundings, as if the very heavens and earth were undergoing a profound transformation. Nanfeng Yunxi seemed to exist in a realm of her own, bathed in resplendent shades of crimson, while the collective cries of ancient phoenixes resonated like a symphony. The radiant aura enveloping her resembled the sacred armor of a phoenix, exuding an aura of divine purity.

"Nanfeng, are you also willing to make an enemy of me? Going to such lengths as to activate your Southern Phoenix Clan's ultimate technique...you've even ignited the phoenix blood within you to face me," Zi Daoyang remarked, his expression growing grave. He gazed at his opponents who continued to surge in strength. Ranked third, fourth, and fifth, they now stood in their most formidable battle forms, accompanied by a formidable demonic beast. It was truly a terrifying spectacle that eclipsed the imposing aura he had previously exuded.

Zi Daoyang no longer harbored unwavering confidence in his victory.

"Initially, joining forces to confront you didn't seem like a prestigious choice. However, Zi Daoyang, you hold the top spot in the Immortal Ascension Rankings, and your strength unquestionably surpasses mine. If you're willing to withdraw, our Qin Sect is open to a truce," Nanfeng Yunxi proposed, displaying both her formidable power and magnanimity. She was willing to publicly acknowledge her inferiority when facing Zi Daoyang.

In a one-on-one confrontation, she would undoubtedly be defeated. However, the current circumstances were vastly different. Three formidable experts were now at the peak of their combat capabilities, leaving no doubt that if a battle ensued, Zi Daoyang would emerge as the one defeated.