None is a Match for Him

None is a Match for Him . . . 

A deafening "RUMBLE!" reverberated through the air, causing the very earth to quiver beneath Qin Wentian's colossal steps. With each stride, cracks erupted like fiery veins across the ground. His towering hundred-meter frame radiated a divine luminescence, and in an instant, he thrust his palm forward. This mighty gesture gave birth to a cascade of ancient characters, each a testament to unparalleled suppression. Qin Wentian stood as a godly colossus, casting a gaze down upon his adversaries. The force of his attack was nothing short of divine might descending from the heavens themselves.

Among his foes, an eighth-level white tiger king roared thunderously, commanding, "Focus your attacks on him! We must take his life!" His baleful aura surged, and he transformed back into his immense, mountain-like true form, matching Qin Wentian's enormous size. As a white tiger king, his presence was profoundly terrifying.

Responding to their leader's call, Qin Wentian's adversaries launched a barrage of ferocious assaults. Their attacks aimed to not only counter the ancient characters blotting the skies but also to strike at Qin Wentian himself. Boundless power surged forth, a relentless deluge that threatened to overwhelm him. Facing this onslaught head-on was his only option.

Yet, at this critical moment, a cadre of experts positioned themselves between Qin Wentian and his assailants. Divine apes materialized behind the warriors from the Battle Saint Tribe, their resonant howls shaking the heavens. Bathed in brilliant light, their bodies radiated divine protection, prepared to defend their Saint Lord.

Meanwhile, the holy maidens of the Southern Phoenix Clan found themselves encased in flames, their silhouettes mirrored by ancient phoenixes. Disciples under Matriarch Ji's tutelage displayed their proficiency in spatial manipulation, deftly using spatial energy to slice through enemy attacks or erect barriers to shield their comrades.

With a cacophony of clashes and the searing heat of battle, the leader of the opposing forces, the white tiger king, remained vigilant. Surrounding him were formidable allies who, while eager to engage Qin Wentian, exercised caution. They needed to ascertain the extent of his combat prowess, especially since he had brazenly hunted white tigers and consumed their flesh. Watching him in action would be their ultimate gauge.

The audacity of barbecuing their kin had infuriated the entire White Tiger Race.

The two colossal figures, Qin Wentian and the white tiger king, engaged in a fierce clash. Although the skirmish raged fiercely around them, these two towering giants remained the primary focus.

The shockwaves from multiple attacks assailed Qin Wentian, some even managing to penetrate his formidable defenses. Yet, his unwavering advance continued, with Mo Qingcheng standing serenely on his shoulder. She observed the battle with unswerving confidence in her husband. She knew Qin Wentian's heart well; he would risk anything for her but never endanger her life. Placing her on his shoulder was a testament to his control over the situation.

The white tiger king lunged forward with a mighty punch, unleashing a flurry of white tiger phantoms that converged on Qin Wentian. In response, Qin Wentian raised his palm, and a chorus of dragon roars drowned out the tiger's fierce howling. The collision sent shockwaves rippling through the space, causing chaotic currents to whirl around them.

The white tiger king's form illuminated with a regal brilliance as the character '王' (king) blazed from his forehead. A tremendous surge of baleful energy enveloped Qin Wentian as the king executed a fearsome technique—the Howls of Ten Thousand Tigers. With each strike, heaven and earth trembled, and the air filled with his malevolent aura.

Qin Wentian stood firm, his body enveloped in a dazzling array of runic light. Millions of ancient characters danced above his immortal foundation, each imbued with divine power. Together, they formed an impenetrable barrier, quelling the ferocious onslaught of the Howls of Ten Thousand Tigers and dispelling the menacing baleful energy.

For years, Qin Wentian had diligently cultivated in the second level of the Sky Connecting Realm, abstaining from rapid ascension in favor of honing his innate techniques. His relentless focus had led to the refinement and perfection of his abilities, guided by the Sky Connecting Mirror's profound wisdom. Though he recognized that, at his current level of power, he couldn't fully unleash the potential of every skill, this consolidation of his strengths marked a significant leap in his combat capabilities. He had successfully fused his powerful innate techniques into a singular, devastating force, birthing a repertoire of unique attacks.

The divine power of God's Hand augmented his strength, while his body of truth radiated with a resplendent glow, granting him yet more power. His ancient characters converged upon the white tiger king, a tidal wave of divine suppression.

In this pivotal moment, the entire battlefield seemed to pause, captivated by the spectacle. From the heavens, a colossal palm imprint of divine authority descended, bearing the weight of countless ancient characters. It hurtled toward the white tiger king with unstoppable force, sending shockwaves through the onlookers. Even some ninth-level immortals among them couldn't help but feel their hearts quiver in the face of such overwhelming power.

Qin Wentian's attack could only be described as cataclysmic, shaking the very foundations of heaven and earth.

The white tiger king bellowed in disbelief as his Howls of Ten Thousand Tigers unraveled piece by piece. The 'king' symbol on his forehead blazed brighter as he drew upon his reserves of strength. Yet, fear crept into his heart. The looming palm continued its inexorable descent, eradicating everything in its path. Desperation gripped the white tiger king as he struggled to withstand the assault. In the end, he could only watch as the remnants of energy within the palm struck him with a deafening impact, sending him crashing into the earth below.

Without giving his opponent a moment's respite, Qin Wentian unleashed a sword technique of immense power, capable of felling even immortals with a single stroke. Runes flowed into the white tiger king's body as he screamed in torment. In his eyes, a stubborn refusal to accept this fate battled against the looming dread. But all he saw in Qin Wentian's gaze was ruthless indifference. Terror replaced defiance in the white tiger king's eyes as he realized the depth of his humiliation.

The White Tiger Race had long reveled in their tyranny, dominating a substantial portion of the Western Regions and subjugating countless demonic beasts and humans. Eager human females had willingly become their playthings and slaves, seeking their favor. As the king of his race, the white tiger king had known nothing but unrivaled supremacy. Even when he entered the sacred academy, he had anticipated even greater glory in the future. Yet today, the White Tiger Race found themselves relentlessly oppressed, suffering defeat after defeat. Some of their brethren had been reduced to human sustenance. The humiliation was profound. Now, his own body teetered on the brink of obliteration, and he faced the grim prospect of becoming sustenance himself.

As the white tiger king's life dwindled, his roars grew increasingly defiant. He couldn't help but wonder if the White Tiger Race had tempered their arrogance in the external world, perhaps they could have averted this catastrophic fate. Tears welled up in his eyes, but when he locked his gaze onto Qin Wentian, a venomous, vengeful hatred flickered within.

With a deafening explosion, the white tiger king met his demise, a spectacle that sent shockwaves throughout the battlefield.

"Why is he so much stronger now?" People watched Qin Wentian with a mix of awe, astonishment, and trepidation. His power now dwarfed his previous battle with Lei Ba. His innate technique seemed capable of rending the very heavens asunder, an overwhelming and terrifying force.

Yet there was no time to contemplate this mystery; each had their own battles to wage. Qin Wentian surveyed the battlefield and saw his comrades struggling. He swiftly made a command, "Fall back, leave this to me."

Upon hearing his words, the experts from the Battle Saint Tribe immediately retreated. Qin Wentian unleashed his overwhelming might, shattering the immortal foundation of a Skymist expert with a single strike, sending the hapless foe crashing into the earth.

"Who can stand against him?" A cry rang out. The enemy coalition had gathered with the intent of hunting Qin Wentian, believing they held the upper hand. Reality had dealt them a bitter hand, as it was nothing like their expectations. Without someone to impede Qin Wentian, the situation mirrored the time when Huang Shatian had participated, rendering them helpless.

No one answered the call. Even ninth-level immortals harbored fear at the sight of the eighth-level white tiger king's demise. They dared not challenge Qin Wentian.

With no opposition, Qin Wentian unleashed his ferocious attacks. The combatants were swiftly overwhelmed by his indomitable presence, and within moments, three enemy powerhouses lay defeated.

"Bzz!" Panic set in as one person fled.

"Retreat!" Another bellowed, falling back while maintaining their fight. The battle had only just commenced, yet their enemies seemed eager to withdraw. This baffled the spectators, who had anticipated a fierce, protracted battle. This, however, was the nature of combat among cultivators; it was not a matter of numbers but rather those who stood at the pinnacle.

In this moment, Qin Wentian reigned supreme, and none dared to challenge him, causing the enemy's formation to crumble as they scrambled to retreat.

The Battle Saint Tribe and Southern Phoenix Clan had no intention of letting their fleeing foes escape. They pursued relentlessly, encircling them.

"Concentrate your strength and target the White Tiger Race," Qin Wentian's cold command rang out, fueling the white tigers' fury.

The experts heeded his directive and began to focus their attacks on the white tigers. Aware that it was impossible to eliminate all their foes, they singled out the White Tiger Race. Meanwhile, Qin Wentian continued his relentless advance, causing the earth to tremble. Low-level opponents met their end beneath his colossal palm strikes.

"He's unbelievably powerful." Qin Wentian resembled a god, an invincible force.

"It seems Li Yufeng was right. If Qin Wentian led his people here, he must be exceedingly confident. Perhaps, this isn't even his full power. If he unleashed his true strength, perhaps only someone like Huang Shatian could best him. Unfortunately, Huang Shatian is currently occupied." Spectators pondered. In the meantime, several white tigers found themselves cornered, soon to become the prey of Qin Wentian and his comrades.

Those trapped white tigers bore ashen expressions, their prolonged pursuit of the Southern Phoenix Alliance forgotten in the face of mounting dread. This was the fear that gripped them as death loomed nearer.