Shocking Change to the Immortal Ascension Rankings?

Shocking Change to the Immortal Ascension Rankings? . . .

The tumultuous battle reached its crescendo with Zi Daoyang's ignominious retreat.

The coveted position of the Immortal Ascension Rankings was now poised for a seismic shift.

Qin Wentian's name ascended to its zenith, a blazing sun at high noon.

As the dust settled, the members of the Violet Sect were cloaked in shame. Their pursuit of the City of Ancient Emperors' most potent expert had led them to this ignoble juncture. Everyone present recognized that from this point onward, the Violet Sect's stature was irreparably tarnished, perhaps even doomed.

Notably, Zi Daoyang had not taken Xiao Lengyue with him when he fled.

Qin Wentian, his posture regal and unwavering, gazed toward the vanishing point of Zi Daoyang's departure. His eyes then shifted to settle upon Xiao Lengyue, who trembled under his penetrating stare. A mere glance from Qin Wentian sent an icy shiver down her spine, leaving her acutely aware of her vulnerability. If he chose to end her life now, it would be effortless, given the overwhelming might he'd displayed against Zi Daoyang.

A sardonic smile curved on Qin Wentian's lips as he addressed Xiao Lengyue, "It seems that you, Xiao Lengyue, occupy a minuscule space in Zi Daoyang's heart. How pitiful."

Xiao Lengyue's complexion paled, yet she remained tongue-tied, incapable of a retort. Jun Mengchen and the others approached, and Jun Mengchen, in particular, aimed a pointed finger at Xiao Lengyue, his tone icy and resolute, "This scheming woman has repeatedly sought our lives. First, it was through the Twin Stars Alliance, and now, she has attempted to align herself with Zi Daoyang. Allow me to end this."

Whether motivated by shame or fear, Xiao Lengyue visibly blanched.

"Don't fret. I won't be cruel," Jun Mengchen assured, his expression cold and unyielding. While Xiao Lengyue possessed allure, her heart concealed the venom of a viper or scorpion. There was no lingering resentment against her, but she had been relentlessly determined to take their lives. In light of her character, there was no need for courtesy.

"Be gone!" Jun Mengchen's roar reverberated, prompting an involuntary tremor in Xiao Lengyue's form. She stepped forward, her presence radiating an icy aura that seemed to freeze the very air. Yet Jun Mengchen remained encased in layers of Emperor-King armor, unrivaled in the world. His Clear Skies Worldly Diagram materialized and revolved fervently behind him, emitting a radiant light that cast him as a king among kings.

With a single stride, the heavens and earth quaked as his overwhelming might soared to the skies.

Xiao Lengyue summoned her constellation, a cascade of frigid energy engulfing everything in its icy grip. Despite the impending chill, Jun Mengchen pressed forward, each stride resonating with an unparalleled might. At last, with a single earth-shattering punch, the world around him erupted into chaos. His power was nothing short of invincibility, a tempestuous torrent that razed everything in its path, hurtling straight toward Xiao Lengyue.

As the wind tousled Xiao Lengyue's long hair, an air of poignant resignation hung about her. The Frozen Extermination Art she wielded was formidable, yet when confronted by the overwhelming brilliance of Jun Mengchen's fist, her icy defenses crumbled amidst an unending crescendo of explosions. Jun Mengchen spared no quarter, advancing relentlessly. Both fists cleaved through the air, an embodiment of kingly might, casting judgment upon her with cataclysmic force.

The very atmosphere quaked as Xiao Lengyue strained to evade the onslaught. However, beneath the chaotic torrents of his ferocious, berserk power, her defenses disintegrated. In the end, with a resounding crash, the power collided with her, slamming her mercilessly into the earth. Gasping for breath, she coughed up blood, her face now ashen.

—BOOM!— Jun Mengchen's Emperor-Force bore down upon her, a look of disdain etched upon his features. "Is this your supposed pride? What do you even possess to be proud of?"

Xiao Lengyue continued to gasp, her sputtering breath accompanied by fresh blood. She resembled a wilting flower, its petals discarded in the wind.

"Or perhaps," Jun Mengchen sneered, "your source of pride has always been your beauty rather than your strength?" His eyes brimmed with disdain, layers of Emperor-King armor fading away as his aura diminished. A flicker of sympathy crossed his gaze as he regarded Xiao Lengyue, a spark of pity taking root.

"What a pitiable creature," Jun Mengchen mused aloud. "I'm so filled with contempt, I can hardly bear to end her." With a wave of his hand, he withdrew his Emperor-Force and turned back, directing his gaze toward Qin Wentian. "Senior Brother, what should we do with her?"

Seeing Jun Mengchen's reluctance to execute her, Qin Wentian replied indifferently, his voice devoid of emotion. "If you don't wish to kill her, then let it be. She is insignificant, and I find myself feeling only pity when I behold her."

In that moment, Xiao Lengyue felt abandoned by the entire world, cast as an object of pity in the eyes of all present.

There was a time when Xiao Lengyue radiated brilliance, drawing countless admirers who wished to bask in her glow, willing to be stars to her moon. With just a word from her, armies of geniuses would rally, ready to stake their lives for her cause. She was a magnificence that transcended generations, once ranked sixth in the Immortal Ascension Rankings, a supreme beauty whose suitors numbered too many to count.

Yet now, that time seemed like a distant dream. The arrival of Qin Wentian had shattered her illusions, leaving only an abyss of sorrow in its wake. Tipping her head back, she gazed at the dimming sky, a fleeting smile playing on her lips—a smile tinged with sadness. It was a moment of realization, where she finally recognized her own role in her downfall.

She had always expected everyone to revolve around her, to offer their best, to place her on a pedestal. Her beauty and strength had convinced her that she could do no wrong, with legions of admirers at her beck and call. But it had all been an illusion, now shattered into a million pieces.

With a painful sigh, Xiao Lengyue lifted her battered body and began to walk away, her steps echoing her desolation. She cut a solitary figure, leaving behind a crowd of onlooking geniuses.

Li Yu watched her departing figure, shaking his head with a sigh. He harbored hope that this ordeal would be a catalyst for Xiao Lengyue's transformation.

"Brother Qin, congratulations. Following today's battle, you'll undoubtedly secure the top spot in the Immortal Ascension Rankings," one of Qin Wentian's admirers praised.

"This is a momentous occasion for the Qin Sect. Brother Qin's victory over Zi Daoyang signifies that there's likely no one in the City of Ancient Emperors who can challenge your supremacy," another Qin Sect expert chimed in. They were brimming with admiration and respect for Qin Wentian.

However, Qin Wentian, despite his monumental achievement, couldn't help but shake his head. "Mo Xie's current strength is likely on par with Zi Daoyang's."

A peculiar expression swept across the faces of those present. Qin Wentian's victory over Zi Daoyang didn't seem to fill him with pride. Instead, he expressed a lingering sense of danger in the presence of Mo Xie, a feeling even more potent than when he faced Zi Daoyang.

"But Mo Xie holds the second rank. No matter how strong he is, he shouldn't surpass Zi Daoyang, should he?" one of the geniuses inquired, puzzled.

"Mo Xie, the man's no slouch either, you know? He got his fair share of that Antiquity City magic," Qin Wentian responded with a knowing nod. "Back then, his raw strength was on par with Zi Daoyang's, if not better. Considering what he's been through, I'd bet my immortal spear he's only gotten stronger."

Mo Xie had undergone the transformative Sacred Luminance experience, a crucible that had ignited his latent potential. Even before that, he had already fashioned an unbreakable physique. Now, it was likely his physical might rivaled Qin Wentian's own.

Despite his victory over Zi Daoyang, Qin Wentian remained remarkably level-headed. He refused to bask in overconfidence, fully aware that Mo Xie's newfound power was a force to be reckoned with. He believed that Mo Xie, with his current strength, could outshine Zi Daoyang.

"In that case, we can safely say that Zi Daoyang will at most grab the third spot in the Immortal Ascension Rankings," one observer chimed in. "Today, the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect even extended an invitation to the Evil Palace, but they never showed. It's highly likely Mo Xie was lurking in the shadows, keeping an eye on this showdown."

"Most likely," Qin Wentian agreed, recalling Mo Xie's shrewd tactics in the Underworld Mountains. Unlike Zi Daoyang, who was as brash as a bull, Mo Xie was a cunning and ruthless strategist, making him the more formidable adversary in Qin Wentian's eyes.

"Mo Xie, if you want a piece of this action, just give me a holler!" Qin Wentian's voice thundered through the air as he issued a direct challenge to Mo Xie. He knew that Mo Xie would hear it, whether he was present or not.

All eyes were now firmly fixed on Qin Wentian, who showed no signs of slowing down. He was determined to take on Mo Xie next.

"Dear Qin Sect comrades, we are profoundly grateful for your assistance today. Let's head back," Qin Wentian announced to his allies. Shortly after, the group began their departure, and the onlookers parted to clear a path. This battle had etched Qin Wentian's name into the annals of the City of Ancient Emperors, a supreme genius not to be trifled with.

As Qin Wentian's silhouette faded into the distance, the rest of the crowd dispersed as well. The impact of this battle reverberated throughout the City of Ancient Emperors, and many eagerly anticipated the impending changes in the Immortal Ascension Rankings.

The momentous battle had concluded, and it wasn't long before the Immortal Ascension Rankings received a swift update. The results were nothing short of astonishing, and the top ten rankings had undergone a seismic shift.

Rank 1: The new apex, Qin Wentian, basked in the glory of victory.

Rank 2: Mo Xie, an emerging force to be reckoned with.

Rank 3: Zi Daoyang, whose once unassailable position had crumbled.

Rank 4: Nanfeng Yunxi, holding her ground among the elite.

Rank 5: The enigmatic Qing'er, shrouded in mystery and might.

Rank 6: Jun Mengchen, a steadfast companion on Qin Wentian's journey.

Rank 7: Little Rascal, the awe-inspiring demonic beast by Qin Wentian's side.

Rank 8: Hua Taixu, showcasing his remarkable talents.

Rank 9: Xuan Yang, a formidable contender.

Rank 10: Purgatory the Vermillion Bird, Qin Wentian's loyal companion.

This updated ranking had sent shockwaves throughout the City of Ancient Emperors. Qin Wentian had ascended to the pinnacle, a testament to his unparalleled strength. What added to the surprise was the displacement of Zi Daoyang from the second position by Mo Xie, emphasizing the dominance of the newer generation.

Remarkably, seven out of the top eleven were either Qin Wentian's close associates or his loyal demonic beasts. The significance of this reshuffle couldn't be overstated.

In the past, Qin Wentian's radiance had often overshadowed his comrades. However, those who had witnessed the intense clash between the Qin Sect and the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect now had no doubts about the exceptional abilities of Qin Wentian's friends. These rankings reflected their true power, devoid of exaggeration.

The Qin Sect, spurred by their performance, embarked on a journey deep into the Underworld Mountains. Their goal: to locate the elusive Antiquity City, the legendary source of mystical power. As they glimpsed the updated rankings, their hearts swelled with determination, fueled by the burning desire to attain even greater strength.