Flames of Revenge

Flames of Revenge . . . 

With a deafening "BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!" that reverberated through the earth, the colossal figure of the giant sent shockwaves across the battlefield. It was a scene straight out of an epic tale, one where heroes and villains clashed with fervor. Qin Wentian, his eyes widened to the size of saucers, burned with a chilling determination as he fixed his gaze upon the diminutive figures before him. The tension in the air was palpable as he came to a sudden halt, as if freezing time itself.

Before him, the ethereal phoenix, a radiant embodiment of the holy maiden's transformation, let out a relentless shriek, spiraling gracefully in the sky. Within its fiery form, Qin Wentian sensed the flames of anger that raged within her. His hand extended toward the majestic creature as he declared with unwavering resolve, "I shall make them suffer a fate more agonizing than death."

The holy maiden descended into Qin Wentian's outstretched palm, transforming into a single, glistening droplet of nirvanic blood. Beside her, another holy maiden made the solemn choice to ignite the flames of nirvana as well. Qin Wentian's gaze shifted from one to the other, his eyes now fixated on the holy maiden below. Her immortal foundation lay in ruins, and she was held captive by the formidable white tiger. A smoldering rage ignited within Qin Wentian's heart.

The White Tiger Race, he swore, would pay a grievous price for their actions.

Two holy maidens had ignited their nirvanic flames, while another lay crippled. This was but a single encounter in an unknown series of events. Qin Wentian couldn't help but wonder about the fate of his comrades and the trials they were enduring.

Carefully cradling the two precious droplets of nirvanic blood, Qin Wentian's palm emanated an astonishing force as it sliced through the air. On his forehead, a third, demonic eye materialized, its power piercing through the white tiger's consciousness. In an instant, the white tiger's eyes involuntarily closed as a malevolent figure manifested in his sea of consciousness, looking down upon the world with disdain.

The thunderous "BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!" echoed, resonating the fury that raged within Qin Wentian's heart. While the white tiger struggled, Qin Wentian's palm descended like the wrath of the heavens. The other five experts, driven by sheer desperation, fled with explosive speed, their comrade's life and death becoming a fleeting concern in the face of impending doom.

Though Qin Wentian's palm spanned a vast expanse of land, he wielded a mastery over its terrifying might. Streams of lethal sword energy penetrated the white tiger, causing it to roar in agony as its body was mercilessly ravaged. In its final moments, the white tiger reverted to its true form.

As Qin Wentian surveyed the battlefield, he gently cradled the lifeless form of the white tiger and the battered body of the holy maiden. Tears streamed down her face, her immortal foundation shattered, and two of her sisters forced to ignite their nirvanic flames. Her heart was heavy with sorrow and pain.

In the annals of fate, there existed moments of profound serendipity that could reshape destinies. Such was the tale of a fortuitous encounter that had befallen Qin Wentian, one that would change the course of his existence forever. With a solemn gaze, he shared the extraordinary revelation with the holy maiden cradled in the palm of his hand.

"I once received a boon, a gift of providence, an art capable of mending even the most shattered of immortal foundations," Qin Wentian confided to her. The name Nanfeng Yunxi danced on his lips as he continued, "She, too, has harnessed this secret, sacred technique. When our time within the hallowed halls of this academy draws to a close, I shall beseech her to bestow this ancient wisdom upon the Southern Phoenix Clan. Through its power, your immortal foundation shall emerge more pristine and resilient than ever before."

The holy maiden, her eyes graced with ethereal beauty, paused for a moment before offering a subtle nod in agreement.

Placing her gently on his shoulder, Qin Wentian's icy gaze descended upon the scene below, his resolve like an unyielding glacier, unmoved by the tumultuous events that unfolded.

Suddenly, a cohort of white tigers materialized before them. Amongst them, one stood out, radiating an ominous baleful energy that pierced the heavens. A colossal, spectral white tiger, a manifestation of their true selves, loomed before the group.

The art of manifesting one's true form in the shape of a silhouette was typically wielded by immortal kings. However, even those at the immortal-foundation level could tap into this formidable ability, enabling them to augment their physical proportions and thereby increase their strength. In the case of Qin Wentian, his power was drawn from the tutelage of the Driftsnow Master, and even in the face of the imposing white tiger, he remained a giant among giants.

Yet, true might was not measured by sheer size alone. A colossal form presented a more conspicuous target to adversaries, carrying its own set of vulnerabilities.

"I shan't dispatch you directly to the abyss," Qin Wentian declared, his heart ablaze with an unquenchable fury. These white tigers, malevolent beyond measure, had not only taken the lives of the Southern Phoenix Clan's holy maidens but also subjected them to unimaginable horrors. Thus, he resolved to repay them in kind, employing a cruelty that mirrored their own sinister deeds. The white tigers would soon bear the weight of their own malevolence in agonizing retribution.

"Cease your empty boasts," a cold voice pierced the air. A formidable figure from the Violet Emperor Sect, an expert at the ninth-level of the immortal foundation, materialized before them. A shroud of violet energy enveloped him, giving rise to a colossal purple giant that towered over the battlefield. This master of the Violet Emperor Sect, a practitioner of their closely guarded secret arts, stood at the apex of the immortal-foundation realm. His strength, channeled through their arcane techniques, eclipsed even that of Zi Daoyang in his prime, who had yet to ascend to the immortal realm.

"My master has coveted your life for far too long," the expert declared with an air of ice. "It was only his reluctance to tarnish his status that prevented him from acting sooner. Today, I shall be the instrument of your demise, carrying out his long-overdue vengeance."

Qin Wentian met the challenge with a steely gaze, unleashing the full extent of his immortal foundation. A deluge of boundless demonic energy surged forth, manifesting the silhouettes of eight greater demons that circled him in a sinister dance. In that pivotal moment, Qin Wentian assumed the visage of a true demon god, the sovereign ruler of all sacred demonic beasts.

"Are you even worthy?" Qin Wentian slammed out with a gigantic palm as the roars of eight greater demons converged together. After that, a terrifying darkness of the demon god formed a hole in the air. This hole was incomparably black, able to devour everything. When that expert felt the power of this black hole, his countenance drastically changed. What secret art was this? How could it exude such a terrifying aura?

"DIE!" A voice roared. After that, a terrifying violet-colored fist imprints punched out violently, into the black hole. However, shrieks and cries of various demons sounded out from within, and the power of his attack was actually cleanly devoured. The white tiger beside the Violet Emperor Sect's disciple also madly attacked, unleashing their secret arts, but their fates were the same. In front of that supreme black hole technique, everything was cleanly devoured, leaving nothing behind. Their expressions both drastically changed. They only saw the black hole expanding, wanting to cover the entire sky.

"BREAK!" The disciple of the Violet Emperor Sect expanded his form once more, he wanted to use the energies of the heavens and earth to blast a way out. However, despite his methods, everything was useless. The black hole grew larger and larger, and eventually, the absorption force within, swallowed even him.

"NO!" That expert howled in fear. How can Qin Wentian's attack be so powerful? This was completely impossible…

"RUMBLE~" A thunderous sound rang out unceasingly as darkness descend. That powerful expert from the Violet Emperor Sect vanished just like that. Also, the aftershock of this technique also gushed over, and slammed into the white tiger, causing him to be jolted so badly that he coughed out blood. His defenses were broken apart, as he let out howls of madness.

Qin Wentian stomped down causing the earth to crack as he landed blow after blow, slamming his palm into the white tiger. A fearsome suppressive might gushed into the body of the white tiger, shattering his inner organs. After that, Qin Wentian's palm shot out and grabbed hold of the white tiger, coldly staring at it, like how a king would stare at a slave.

There were still three other experts below. Their bodies were shaking as terror was apparent on their faces. Qin Wentian's strength had already reached such a level? This terrifying might made it so that most probably, only Huang Shatian would be able to kill him. No one else would have the power enough to do so.

"You guys, prepare to regret." Qin Wentian's palm blasted downwards. The three of them hurriedly fled with explosive speed while a bone-chilling cold manifested in their heart. Despair was painted on their faces as they tried their best to escape. It wasn't easy for them to reach their current levels of cultivation, and also, their statuses in their sects and clans were extraordinary. Would they really be dying here today?

"BOOM!" The human-cultivator from the Violet Emperor Sect among these three, was directly crippled as his immortal-foundation shattered. However, Qin Wentian didn't take his life. He wanted this enemy to spend his life in eternal regret.

As for the two white tigers in this group of three, Qin Wentian only crippled and heavily injured them, but didn't kill them. He was prepared to hand them over for the holy maidens to deal with.

Given how miserable the three holy maidens were, as well as the casualties and injuries of the others in their clan, there was no way the white tigers would be able to endure the flames of their revenge.

"RUMBLE!" The earth trembled, Qin Wentian continued stepping forward, but his speed has slowed by a great margin. He wanted everyone in the surroundings to be able to see him, he wanted to attract his friends and comrades to him. Naturally if enemies came instead, he would simply dominate them.

Two experts from the Saint Battle Tribe were the first to appear. When they saw Qin Wentian, both of them called out, "Saint Lord!"

Qin Wentian nodded to them and continued forward. When they stared at his heaven-shaking body, they could only sigh in their hearts. As expected of their Saint Lord, he was so strong and tyrannical. Back then he was the weakest among them when he found their Battle Saint Tribe, but now, he has already surpassed them.

After continuing ahead, Qin Wentian finally saw the familiar silhouette of Jun Mengchen. He also hurriedly flew over, as Jun Mengchen called out excitedly, "Senior brother!"

"Are you alright?" When Qin Wentian saw how tattered Jun Mengchen's robes were, he couldn't help but to ask. His junior brother did somewhat seem in a sorry-looking state.

"No problem. Since senior brother has returned, we must definitely kill our way back!" Jun Mengchen spoke in a tone of wrath.

Qin Wentian nodded, "Let's search for our comrades first."

As he spoke, he continued ahead. Everywhere he passed by, his enemies would all avoid him while more and more of his friends gathered together with him. His group gradually grew larger and larger.

Finally, several powerful holy maidens of the Southern Phoenix Clan appeared. However when they stared at Qin Wentian, looks of sorrow could actually be seen on their faces. Qin Wentian handed over the two droplets of nirvanic blood to them, and when the holy maidens received the blood droplets of their comrades, tears could be seen on their faces.

They, the Southern Phoenix Clan, had never suffered so miserably before. The White Tiger Race must definitely pay a price for their actions.

"There are a total of four white tigers here." Qin Wentian dragged the bodies of four white tigers along, all of them were still alive. "I've been waiting for you girls to show up. Let's roast them and feast on their flesh, using their blood to cleanse your hatred."

"Let's do so. May I suggest that we continue proceeding forward first to convene with our other sisters before we feast on the white tiger meat?" The holy maiden coldly spoke.

"Right." Qin Wentian nodded as he continued moving forward. Everyone followed after him, the experts in his group grew more and more. Several days later, they finally returned to the Central Regions of the Sacred Academy. After that, he tossed the four white tigers onto the ground as the holy maidens all unleashed their flames, instantly causing the heat to rise up as the four tigers howled in agony.

"YOU ALL WILL DIE, DIE!" A white tiger roared, the heavens and earth trembled as the entire sacred academy was shook by the commotion. Several experts flew over to see what was going on and when they saw this scene, their hearts couldn't help but to shudder.

"When you guys initiated this war back then, did you ever think about the price you would pay?" A holy maiden coldly spoke in a tone of ice. More of them unleashed their phoenix flames, the heat gradually cooking the white tigers.