Domineering Qin Wentian

Domineering Qin Wentian . . .

Qin Wentian's visage remained unyielding as he watched his own assault, bolstered by Zi Daoyang's power, hurtling back at him with relentless force. His body radiated a crystalline glow, adorned with cascading runic patterns that wove an intricate platinum armor. In this moment, he seemed to embody the unyielding spirit of a war deity, and his twin fists surged forward, bearing the potential to rend asunder all in their path. The twin beams of fist light they generated resonated with the essence of fiendish gods, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake as they cleaved through the very fabric of the void.

Their clashing attacks birthed cataclysmic shockwaves that reverberated through the heavens and earth, a terrifying spectacle to behold. Yet, amidst the turbulent aftermath, Zi Daoyang's violet spear abruptly thrust forth with inexorable determination. This weapon brimmed with violet essence, infused with a trace of enigmatic law energy, a testament to its formidable reputation. While the Ultimate Violet Sacred Immortal Art, as hailed in the immortal realms, might be somewhat legendary, there was no denying its devastating might.

This resounding spearstrike pierced through the firmament, unleashing an eerie symphony reminiscent of the howls and cries of spectral wolves. It harbored an unfathomable power capable of sundering the very heavens and earth. The sky itself was shrouded in a tempest of violet energy conjured by the attack.

Qin Wentian harnessed the boundless reservoir of power surging within him, rapidly crystallizing diverse imprints of sword-shaped divine energy. Each runic blade harbored a world-altering might, poised to obliterate all in its path. Extending a single finger, he evoked an atmosphere of imposing gravity. In an instant, the sword qi illuminated with brilliant white light materialized into an ultimate sword of unparalleled potency. It met the oncoming violet long spear head-on, and although both weapons ultimately shattered from the cataclysmic impact, remnants of the ultimate sword's power persisted, surging forth with the intent of striking Zi Daoyang.

Zi Daoyang instinctively retreated, his runic auras blazing resplendently. Employing the Thousand Autumns Emperor Art to its zenith, he endeavored to deflect the lingering force of the ultimate sword. Despite his best efforts, the residual power of the ultimate sword attempted to slice through his runic defenses, aimed squarely at Zi Daoyang himself. Regrettably, it fell short and was eventually neutralized.

"Unbelievable power! Qin Wentian has yet to invoke the God's Hand, and yet his attacks hold their own against Zi Daoyang's. He's a force to be reckoned with! While his dominance against the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect had already been established, many experts remained uncertain of his true capabilities. Now, pitted against Zi Daoyang, it's undeniable that Qin Wentian's assaults have reached a realm of sheer supremacy, rivaling that of Zi Daoyang himself." The onlookers erupted into fervent discussion, awestruck by the unfolding spectacle of this extraordinary battle.

A palpable sense of astonishment gripped the hearts of all who bore witness to this titanic struggle. Whether they hailed from the ranks of the Qin Sect, the Violet Sect, or were merely curious onlookers, none could deny being utterly dumbfounded by the sheer might displayed by Qin Wentian. Even without the aid of the God's Hand, he wielded power that held Zi Daoyang at bay, a feat that defied expectations.

"Is this the vaunted spirit of the number one ascendant in the Immortal Ascension Rankings? The self-assured demeanor of the City of Ancient Emperors' foremost expert? It seems that the grand image Zi Daoyang painted of himself was mere bluster. In terms of raw offensive prowess, he pales in comparison," declared Jun Mengchen with boisterous candor. Prior to this confrontation, Zi Daoyang had been insufferably arrogant in his proclamations, dismissing all those around him. He had naively assumed he was invincible, destined to effortlessly subdue Qin Wentian. But reality had proved him wrong, and it was Zi Daoyang who would bear the brunt of humiliation.

"You have some strength, but delusions of victory against me with your current abilities are just that – delusions," remarked Zi Daoyang, a towering violet colossus manifesting behind him. It was as though a celestial deity had descended, radiating a deluge of violet brilliance that enshrouded Zi Daoyang completely. His entire form was bathed in resplendent purple light, the Ultimate Violet Sacred Immortal Art channeled to its utmost zenith.

—BOOM!— The violet behemoth was none other than his celestial constellation, transformed into a preeminent and unparalleled force of offense. Countless violet spears pierced through the very fabric of the cosmos, hurtling relentlessly toward Qin Wentian. The sky itself was blanketed by the looming specter of purple, as a barrage of ten thousand spears unleashed cataclysmic devastation upon the surroundings, capable of obliterating any existence beneath the heavens.

"Hmph," snorted Qin Wentian with an icy demeanor. His eyes gleamed with an incisive brilliance as the tumultuous energies within his form continued their ceaseless symphony. It was as though an infinite wellspring of power surged through him. Suddenly, a legion of golden figures bearing an aura of suppression materialized from all directions, their radiant forms cocooning Qin Wentian protectively. Above his head, a luminous screen adorned with intricate runes appeared, its effulgent barrier effortlessly absorbing the torrent of ten thousand violet spears. Each spear, subjected to the overwhelming might of suppression, met a slow and agonizing demise, crushed into oblivion.

"Competing in constellations, my friend? You're playing a game you can't win," declared Qin Wentian with a smug tone. A resounding boom echoed through the air as the very sky seemed to shift in response. His constellations had always been formidable, and the Sacred Luminance's baptism had elevated them to a level where they could obliterate ordinary ninth-level ascendants with ease. Although his constellations alone might not be enough to vanquish Zi Daoyang, the notion of competing with him in the realm of constellations was a futile endeavor, akin to inviting humiliation.

Brilliant light erupted as four constellations materialized in a blaze of glory. Ancient demons were summoned forth, their savage roars reverberating through the heavens and earth. These summoned entities fixated their malevolent gazes upon Zi Daoyang, exuding an aura of impending doom. Simultaneously, a towering wave of sword-like energy surged toward Zi Daoyang, erasing everything in its path.

Zi Daoyang froze momentarily, activating the Thousand Autumns Emperor Art to its utmost extent. A blinding radiance emanated from his form, coalescing into a formidable barrier that obscured the sky. The torrent of sword-like force clashed against the barrier, setting off a cascade of undulating ripples.

"Your Thousand Autumns Emperor Art is much like your Heavenly Mystic Mirror Art—both can be shattered. I'm curious, just how potent must my attack be to break through it?" Qin Wentian's aura expanded exponentially, accompanied by a swift whooshing sound. Numerous colossal golden bells materialized around him, hanging in the air like celestial sentinels. These resplendent bells emitted devastating rays of golden lightning, each one converging upon Zi Daoyang.

"The potency of his innate techniques is overwhelming," murmured the onlookers, awestruck by the sheer power of Qin Wentian's assaults. He was nothing short of terrifying. Even his standard attacks exhibited unparalleled might. Qin Wentian had mastered the Ten Thousand Laws Record, granting his innate techniques the capacity to achieve their pinnacle potential. Bolstered by the Sacred Luminance's blessing, his energy reserves seemed boundless. Add to that his body, endowed with fiendish strength, and the enhancements of the Spiritual Refinement Method—the result was a terrifying array of attacks that left no room for escape.

Zi Daoyang, undeterred, pushed his Thousand Autumns Emperor Art to its limits. The boundless golden lightning poured down relentlessly upon his luminous barrier. Simultaneously, the colossal demonic beasts launched a furious onslaught. Holding a massive violet sword, Zi Daoyang appeared prepared for the confrontation. But Qin Wentian only offered a contemptuous snort in response. With a thunderous step, he unleashed an earth-shattering palm strike. He had no intention of granting Zi Daoyang even a moment's respite. Meanwhile, the hordes of demonic beasts continued their relentless assault, endeavoring to tear Zi Daoyang to shreds. The sky itself bore witness to this cataclysmic clash, as spectators felt their very hearts tremble in response to the unparalleled fury of the confrontation.

A deafening BOOM erupted amid the violet-hued battlefield, a startling black ray of light bursting forth. The sheer terror of the unleashed power sent shockwaves through the very fabric of the air, rattling the heavens and earth.

Gasps of awe and apprehension rippled through the onlookers. The emergence of this profound aura could mean only one thing—it was the indomitable might of the Brahma Heavenly Emperor's inheritance. Zi Daoyang had already claimed two out of the nine portions, and it was unmistakably apparent in the extraordinary potency of his attacks.

Violet-black hands materialized around Zi Daoyang, an eerie manifestation that sent shivers down the spine of all who beheld it. These shadowy appendages converged, imbuing the surroundings with an ominous darkness, coalescing into a swirling, inky vortex that exuded an insatiable force of absorption. Demonic beasts let out resounding roars of defiance, yet the shadowy hands seized them, their struggles futile as they were drawn inexorably into the abyssal maw of the black vortex.

"Such a fearsome aura!"

"That's the might of the Brahma Heavenly Emperor's inheritance. With two portions in his grasp, Zi Daoyang is undoubtedly formidable."

Whispers and murmurs coursed through the spectators, their faces etched with awe at the sheer power on display.

But amidst the tumultuous battle, there was no shortage of taunts. Qin Wentian's voice, cool and mocking, cut through the tension like a blade.

"Do you truly believe you can vanquish me with such feeble tricks?" Qin Wentian's eyes glinted with a steely resolve. He was Qin Wentian, a rising star in the City of Ancient Emperors who had risen from the humble ranks of a seventh-level Celestial Phenomenon junior. When he had first entered the city, Zi Daoyang already reigned as the top-ranked ascendant. This battle was a crucible, testing the limits of both their pride and power.

"Your confidence is baffling. In every aspect, you've been outclassed and dominated. Yet, even in the face of defeat, you cling to arrogance," Qin Wentian derided. With a sweep of his hand, an immense tempest manifested, a relentless tempest that shook the very foundations of the battlefield. His aura surged, expanding his form until he appeared as a titan of battle, a living god capable of rattling the world itself.

The God's Hand had been activated, and Qin Wentian assumed the visage of an invincible deity, wielding power that threatened to obliterate all in its path.

"Do you honestly believe that your pitiful two-ninths of an inheritance can withstand the might of the God's Hand?" Qin Wentian roared. The God's Hand conjured a spear, charged with the potency of his very bloodline. An unfathomable force surged through the spear as it lanced forward, piercing through Zi Daoyang's dark appendages before thunderously detonating. Destructive runic light cascaded throughout the space, fissures forming on the shadowy hands, causing the vortex to unravel.

"You dared claim that even after reaching the ninth level of Celestial Phenomenon, I would still be your inferior? Allow me to dispel your delusions. At the ninth level, I am no longer the prey you can so easily dismiss." Qin Wentian's spear thrust once more, a relentless barrage of attacks that reverberated with a thunderous clamor. The shadowy hands of darkness continued to crumble before the indomitable onslaught. Two-ninths of the Brahma Heavenly Emperor's inheritance stood no chance against the might of the God's Hand, the sacred secret of Ancient Emperor Yi himself!