Supreme Attack

Supreme Attack . . . 

Gu Xiao and the expert from the Skymist Immortal Empire found themselves in awe as they stared at the multitude of ancient characters dominating the firmament. Each symbol pulsated with an extraordinarily dreadful aura, resonating with the very essence of the heavens and earth, casting a divine radiance.

"How can someone at the sixth level exhibit such power? Is this some kind of secret art?" Gu Xiao's countenance turned exceedingly grim. For prodigies of their stature, the cultivation techniques they practiced were typically of the highest grade, far surpassing their current levels. The attacks stemming from these arts were inherently tyrannical, supporting their progression along the path of cultivation.

Due to the inherent might of their attacks, they often only harnessed a fraction of their potential. As they advanced in cultivation, they could unlock more of their technique's potential. For instance, the paragon sword technique Gu Xiao employed now, its current power was incomparable to when he would eventually reach the immortal king realm. Even if he executed the same technique with the same amount of strength, the output would differ significantly due to the heightened proficiency in channeling and understanding law energy, thereby amplifying its might.

Yet here was Qin Wentian, seemingly able to unleash the full potential of his formidable innate technique and cultivation art. The ancient characters he wielded appeared like an unrivaled law that obscured the heavens, fueled by the words of truth and harmonizing with the world's energy.

Gu Xiao's expression darkened rapidly. In the blink of an eye, four of their comrades had fallen. Qin Wentian's showcased power compelled them to reassess the situation seriously. Sword qi emanated from his form, eager to challenge the very heavens. Gu Xiao extended his finger, transforming into a sword paragon, creating torrents of sword might that converged into a surging river of sword qi, surging toward the heavens, with the intent to obliterate everything.

The Skymist Immortal Empire expert, equally formidable at the eighth level, possessed unparalleled might. His divine elephant aimed to subdue mountains and rivers, and with a single palm movement, he could shake the very firmament.

Their tyrannical attacks clashed with the ancient characters, resulting in fearsome eruptions of destructive radiance streaking across the sky, while tumultuous currents whirled in all directions. Yet, Qin Wentian's robust physique allowed him to stride unperturbed through this maelstrom, closing in on the Skymist Immortal Empire expert. His immortal-foundation underwent a transformation, morphing into a transparent giant roc, akin to a totem emitting an awe-inspiring law energy.

Qin Wentian stood atop the precipice, the wind whipping around him, and his hand gracefully pointed downward. As he did so, the world seemed to hold its breath, and his immortal-foundation thrummed with boundless energy coursing into his outstretched finger. High above, the sky rocs screeched in a chorus, heralding their imminent arrival. With a mere gesture, these majestic creatures manifested, their colossal forms slashing through the very fabric of reality. A frenzy of roc talons reached out for the expert from the Skymist Immortal Empire below.

The Skymist Immortal expert reacted swiftly, unleashing a mighty divine elephant with a thunderous roar. It crashed through the ranks of rocs, yet no sooner had he defeated one group, another wave of these formidable creatures emerged, each vying to tear him asunder.

Then, a delicate "Puchi" resonated through the air as a roc's wing sliced through the expert's defenses, leaving a vivid red line etched from his forehead to his chin. His face contorted with terror as the realization of his perilous situation washed over him.

This man was no ordinary cultivator; he was a prince-level figure of the Skymist Immortal Empire, a supreme genius with a future as bright as the heavens. Yet now, in this moment, faced with the relentless onslaught of these mystical rocs, he pondered if today marked the end of his journey.

With a flash of red light, his body was rent asunder, a testament to the overwhelming power of Qin Wentian. Another genius had fallen, his potential forever extinguished.

Even as Qin Wentian continued his ruthless assault, his own body remained within the torrential sword river, unyielding in its resolve. The relentless current sought to breach his defenses, but Gu Xiao, the last remaining of the six experts, was not one to falter easily. He had witnessed Qin Wentian's lethal prowess firsthand, as one of his allies fell to the paragon sword technique.

Yet, Gu Xiao was not consumed by anger; instead, a sinister determination welled within him. Uttering cryptic incantations, a malevolent tempest descended, ensnaring Qin Wentian within its vengeful embrace. The towering sword river surged forth with unprecedented fury, its sole purpose to rend Qin Wentian into a thousand pieces.

Undeterred, Qin Wentian's form radiated with the light of truth, and his body of truth materialized behind him, casting a resplendent golden aura. Runes of power adorned his being, weaving an intricate web of ancient characters that acted as an impenetrable defense against the sword river's ferocious onslaught. His physical strength defied comprehension, a testament to his exceptional abilities.

Step by determined step, Qin Wentian advanced towards Gu Xiao, who, despite his solemn expression, coughed up a mouthful of blood to infuse even greater power into the sword river. At that moment, a blood-red paragon sword materialized behind him, a weapon intimately connected to his very essence. Its radiance transformed the sword river into a crimson maelstrom, illuminating the battlefield.

"You are undeniably formidable," Gu Xiao conceded, genuine admiration in his eyes. He marveled at Qin Wentian, a sixth-level immortal who had pushed him to his limits, a feat he had never encountered before.

Gu Xiao, an innate sword king of the Paragon Sword Sect, boasted unparalleled combat prowess, standing at the pinnacle of his generation. Yet, Qin Wentian, with a mere sixth-level cultivation base, had forced him into this fierce contest. It was a testament to Qin Wentian's extraordinary strength, a phenomenon Gu Xiao had never before witnessed.

"But today, beneath the weight of my paragon sword, you shall meet your end," Gu Xiao declared, his intent to kill as fervent as ever. He understood that allowing Qin Wentian to survive and advance two more levels would pose a dire threat to the sacred academy. The Paragon Sword Sect would be powerless in the face of such a formidable foe.

He had to eliminate Qin Wentian, for he firmly believed that under the might of his sword, the outcome was inevitable.

Qin Wentian's lips curled into a cold, confident smile. His God's Hand further fortified his defenses, rendering Gu Xiao's sword technique impotent against him. In this fateful clash, Qin Wentian's arrogance knew no bounds.

Gu Xiao, his eyes ablaze with determination and a hint of sinister glee, proudly presented his life treasure sword. The crimson blade emanated a malevolent aura that sent shivers down the spine of any who dared to gaze upon it. With an air of arrogance that only the most accomplished swordsmen could possess, he proclaimed, "Behold, this is my life treasure sword. A strike from this blade would spell the end for most within the sacred academy, including you. Even the peak ninth-level supreme geniuses would meet their demise at its edge."

As he spoke, Gu Xiao flourished his sword finger, igniting the blood-red sword behind him in a symphony of ominous vibrations. Torrents of razor-sharp sword qi surged forth, relentlessly crashing into Qin Wentian's defenses. The very foundation of Qin Wentian's being, his body of truth, began to fracture under the relentless assault.

"Since you have become my adversary," Gu Xiao continued, his voice dripping with venom, "your fate is sealed." He pressed his finger onward, and the surging sword river intensified, doubling the already formidable sword might in the vicinity.

The deluge of sword qi inundated Qin Wentian's body of truth, pushing it perilously close to the brink of collapse. Qin Wentian, his gaze locked onto Gu Xiao, couldn't help but acknowledge the incredible power of Gu Xiao's life treasure sword. As an innate sword king, Gu Xiao's potential and strength were beyond reproach.

However, Gu Xiao had the misfortune of confronting the current incarnation of Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian's perfect immortal-foundation was a vessel of transformation, attuned to the various attributes he had mastered. In this critical moment, numerous images of powerful demons became imprinted upon his immortal-foundation. His long hair billowed in the wind as a demonic glint flickered in his eyes. At this very instant, he seemed to embody a fusion of half-buddha and half-demon.

The resounding roars of the eight ultimate greater demons converged, unleashing a cataclysmic force of pure annihilation. Rivers and mountains crumbled beneath the onslaught.

Sensing the immense power that Qin Wentian had harnessed, Gu Xiao's expression contorted. Nevertheless, he rallied his resolve and thrust his finger forward once more.

"KILL!" Gu Xiao's voice reverberated through the heavens, transmuting into an inexorable wave of killing intent. His paragon sword sliced through the sky, casting forth boundless waves of blood-colored sword qi that soared towards the very heavens.

In response, Qin Wentian thrust out his palm, propelling a surge of supreme destruction energy. The eight greater demons coalesced into eight formidable demon gods, pooling their energies to direct a devastating assault towards Gu Xiao. High above, a colossal maw of a demon god materialized, an insatiable force yearning to consume all in its path. The boundless sword river gradually dissipated, devoured by the ravenous maw of the demon god. Even the blood-red paragon sword succumbed to its voracious appetite. Gu Xiao, driven to the brink of madness, veins bulging on his forehead, struggled to regain control. The paragon sword, however, tore free from the maw's grasp, hurtling back toward Qin Wentian.

Yet, his triumph was short-lived. A moment later, Gu Xiao emitted a mournful groan as he realized he had lost his connection to the paragon sword. Darkness enveloped his vision. Inexplicably, he found himself hurtling towards the gaping maw of the demon god at an unfathomable speed. Panic surged within him as he comprehended the direness of his situation. His countenance drained of color just as he was swallowed whole by the monstrous maw of the demon god.

Qin Wentian's devastating attack continued to reverberate, gouging a gaping chasm in the earth. Gu Xiao and his paragon sword had vanished without a trace.

In the aftermath, Qin Wentian remained suspended in mid-air. Silence once more descended upon the space around him. The battle had reached its conclusion, with all six supreme experts having met their demise at his hands, including the sword king of the current generation from the Paragon Sword Sect.

Yet, despite the tumultuous battle that had just unfolded, Qin Wentian's countenance remained impassive. There was no jubilation in his heart, only a profound calmness that enveloped him as he soared into the distance. The weight of uncertainty and worry bore down on him like an insurmountable burden.

His thoughts were consumed by the fate of Qing'er and Qingcheng, who remained concealed within the labyrinthine confines of the academy. The fate of Jun Mengchen, Little Rascal, Purgatory, and Nanfeng Yunxi also weighed heavily on his mind. How could he find peace when their safety hung in the balance? Even if he were to obliterate every major power that had conspired against him, it would not resurrect those he held dear.

As Qin Wentian pressed onward, his heart was a tempest of conflicting emotions.

Time passed, and the echoes of his departure began to fade. In his wake, another group of figures materialized on the scene. As they sensed the lingering aura of Qin Wentian and beheld the massive crater and countless fissures scarring the earth, their expressions contorted with astonishment. The sheer magnitude of destructive force on display here hinted at an exceptionally fierce clash.

Moments later, their expressions turned somber as they stumbled upon a lifeless body sprawled on the ground. If those who had pursued Qin Wentian possessed the strength to end his life, logic dictated they should still be standing here, triumphant in their victory.

However, the six aggressors were nowhere to be found. Could it be that Qin Wentian had emerged as the victor in this titanic struggle?

If that were indeed the case, they were forced to reconsider Qin Wentian's combat prowess. Was it possible that he had already ascended to the seventh level of immortal-foundation? Such an achievement would place him in a league of his own, with only ninth-level immortals possessing the strength to challenge him.

Mutual glances were exchanged among the onlookers, uncertainty clouding their judgment. Should they persist in their pursuit of Qin Wentian, or would it be wiser to retreat and regroup?

Meanwhile, in a distant corner of this sprawling realm, a separate group of formidable individuals charted a course in reverse. Among them were Jun Mengchen and the others. They were well aware that Qin Wentian would make every effort to locate them, and their strategy was clear: reunite, fortify their collective strength, and cease the desperate flight that had thus far defined their existence.