I will destroy it with a slash of my saber

I will destroy it with a slash of my saber . . . 

The atmosphere in the arena grew tense, and the expressions on the faces of the Skymist experts darkened as they assessed the gravity of the situation. The loss of a peak-phase mid-stage immortal king, especially one from the royal clan, was a grievous blow to their ranks. Their audacious attempt to confront Qin Wentian as a united front had ended in absurdity, with one of their own meeting an untimely demise.

"This youngster's life must be extinguished," one of them declared, his voice laden with determination. The stronger Qin Wentian became, the more fervently they yearned for his downfall. The depth of their enmity ran deep, and if Qin Wentian continued to ascend at this blistering pace, what zenith of power might he attain? He had been a mere footnote in their reckoning prior to the adjudication battle, but now he had demonstrated the capability to vanquish peak-phase mid-stage immortal kings.

As he matured, his alliance with various influential powers grew stronger. Even the Southern Phoenix Matriarch had personally declared her support for him. If they permitted Qin Wentian to burgeon unchecked, he would evolve into an indomitable force beyond their control.

On the other side of the battleground, Little Rascal continued to engulf the relentless assaults from the white tiger and the immortal king from the Nine-Emperors Immortal Empire. Despite the duo's combined efforts to terminate the Heaven Devouring Beast, they found their endeavors thwarted at every turn. Simultaneously, Qin Wentian dispatched his Skymist Immortal Empire adversary, then pivoted his attention toward Shangguang Jianyi.

Shangguang Jianyi remained a formidable force, his sword aura as potent as ever. He stood shrouded by a phalanx of swords, an embodiment of supreme swordsmanship. Every nuance of sword energy pulsated with formidable intent.

Yet, Shangguang Jianyi's countenance had shifted from arrogance to one of solemn concern. He fixed an unwavering gaze on Qin Wentian, now tinged with a trace of fear. Despite the threat Qin Wentian posed, Shangguang Jianyi, as a supreme genius of the Paragon Sword Sect, couldn't afford to back down. He would not yield.

His hands danced in intricate incantation patterns, infusing the air with spiraling sword qi. The ambient sword might swelled in magnitude, suffusing the battlefield with a palpable, oppressive weight. With a deft flick of his finger, the very heavens seemed to change color.

"Perish!" Shangguang Jianyi thundered. His domain transformed into an armory of swords, launching a barrage of lethal projectiles toward Qin Wentian.

In the audience, spectators trembled at the sight. The divine elephant guardian of Qin Wentian's blood avatar retained its luminous, runic radiance, emanating a thunderous cacophony as Shangguang Jianyi's assaults clashed against its impenetrable defense. The sheer ferocity of the spectacle sent shivers down the spines of those watching.

A resonant hum resounded, signaling the transformation of the divine elephant into a majestic roc. Its wings unfurled, and with supernatural grace, it soared through the heavens, a golden bolt of lightning cleaving the air. Each wing's feathers were sharper than swords, effortlessly slicing through Shangguang Jianyi's conjured blades.

Shangguang Jianyi, however, maintained his composure, infusing yet more ancient incantations with his bloodline power. Swirling sword qi enveloped the battlefield, amassing into an insurmountable force that coalesced into a formidable screen of swords. An incisive stab of his finger heralded a dramatic shift in the tides.

"Die!" Shangguang Jianyi bellowed, his words imbued with an unyielding resolve. His surroundings transformed into an arsenal of swords, each blade poised to strike Qin Wentian.

As an esteemed genius of the Paragon Sword Sect, Shangguang Jianyi recognized the magnitude of the threat Qin Wentian posed. Despite his growing fear, he understood the gravity of the situation and chose to confront the danger head-on. There could be no retreat.

"A Paragon Sword Formation?" The crowd gasped, awestruck by the extraordinary spectacle unfolding before them. The divine elephant guardian of Qin Wentian's blood avatar continued to shine brilliantly, its thunderous roars echoing throughout the area. Shangguang Jianyi's relentless sword attacks battered the protective barrier, emitting spine-chilling sounds. Witnessing this relentless onslaught, spectators felt an unmistakable chill creep into their hearts.

With a resonant buzz, the divine elephant transformed once more, this time into a soaring roc. Its expansive wings beat rhythmically as it pierced the heavens, appearing as a luminous streak of golden lightning. Each feather on its wings was keener than any sword, effortlessly cleaving through Shangguang Jianyi's conjured blades.

Undeterred, Shangguang Jianyi continued to weave ancient incantations and gestured with his hands. Swirling sword qi engulfed the battlefield, amassing into an indomitable force. It condensed into an imposing screen of swords that surrounded Qin Wentian, attacking with unbridled ferocity. Spectators watching this battle could not help but shudder in awe.

In the midst of this breathtaking spectacle, Qin Wentian sensed an impending crisis as he found himself trapped within a veritable sword prison. Shangguang Jianyi, determined to vanquish him, prepared to unleash his most devastating ultimate attack.

In the heat of battle, Qin Wentian's voice cut through the air like a blade. His command rang out with chilling authority as his God's Hand domain materialized two colossal palms, stretching out to either side. With grim determination, he forcefully slammed them shut, bearing down on the paragon sword.

Shangguang Jianyi, equally resolute, bellowed with all his might, infusing his battle cry with a torrent of murderous intent that seemed to swallow the very world. The countless swords conjured by the formation blazed with blinding radiance as their collective power converged into the paragon sword's shadow. In an explosive crescendo, the paragon sword burst forth from the closing palms with a resounding boom.

Undeterred, Shangguang Jianyi pressed on, shouting, "Second strike!" The sword diagram continued to blaze brilliantly as Qin Wentian raised his head, his eyes ablaze with unyielding determination. His fist shot forward, and his bloodline avatar transformed into a majestic sky roc. Activating a greater demon technique, it summoned a legion of rocs to intercept the paragon sword, their combined effort aimed at slowing its relentless advance.

Shangguang Jianyi's voice thundered once more, "Third strike!" He stepped forward, the sword aura intensifying to an almost boundless magnitude. This was his only chance to vanquish Qin Wentian – by unleashing an unrelenting onslaught, disregarding the formidable defense Qin Wentian had erected.

Qin Wentian fought with an unwavering resolve, defending against the barrage of swords while launching his own frenzied counterattacks. He knew that the outcome of this battle hinged on whether he could break the formidable sword formation.

Shangguang Jianyi taunted him with chilling arrogance, "I want to see how you'll withstand this."

But Qin Wentian's response was steeped in audacity. He activated his bloodline, surging with newfound strength, and combined it with his formidable combat techniques. Despite Shangguang Jianyi's higher cultivation, Qin Wentian remained undeterred. The power of the sword formation, no matter how formidable, couldn't shake his unshakable resolve. He would confront it head-on and dismantle it with sheer might.

"Who said I want to block it?" Qin Wentian retorted, devil might swirling around him as an ancient devil projection materialized. He brandished a devil saber, his eyes gleaming with unwavering determination. With a mighty swing, the saber cleaved through the air like a streak of black lightning, colliding with the paragon sword's formidable might. The ensuing explosion reverberated through the heavens, two titanic forces clashing in a cataclysmic showdown.

"I'll shatter your attack with my saber, no matter how powerful it is," Qin Wentian declared with steely resolve. The surrounding devil intent grew overwhelming, subduing all existence. The sword intent wavered, seemingly bowing before the irresistible might of the devil.

"Rise!" Qin Wentian's saber swept upward, a surge of unparalleled power cleaving through another wave of Shangguang Jianyi's sword intent. He advanced steadily, closing the gap between himself and his adversary.

Shangguang Jianyi's visage contorted with frustration, his most potent attack proving insufficient to vanquish Qin Wentian.

"I won't accept it!" Shangguang Jianyi roared defiantly, his astral soul materializing into a corporeal sword, pulsating with an aura of pure annihilation. He swung it downward with relentless determination.

Qin Wentian's devil saber blazed with ferocious intensity, amplified by the reinforcement of God's Hand. He gazed upward, his form projecting an air of indomitable authority. His voice, firm and resolute, rang out in the midst of the cataclysmic clash, "Since you sought my death, you should embrace your own fate."

As words left Qin Wentian's lips, his saber cleaved through the air with a ferocity that sent shivers down Shangguang Jianyi's spine. Shangguang Jianyi, desperation etched across his face, summoned ancient incantation gestures, conjuring a deluge of sword qi to shield himself from Qin Wentian's onslaught. Yet, even as he erected this formidable defense, an imperceptible, formless saber intent pierced through, honing in on Shangguang Jianyi's very soul. In that harrowing moment, his soul quivered, his body shuddered, and the once imposing sword might surrounding them dwindled.

With another deft stroke of his saber, the last vestiges of resistance crumbled. Shangguang Jianyi's body seemed on the verge of being rent asunder, dissolving into oblivion under the overwhelming might of Qin Wentian's blade.

"Jianyi!" The collective roar of anguish erupted from the Paragon Sword Sect's ranks as they witnessed the devastating conclusion.

...

On the opposite side of the battlefield, chaos reigned as the relentless battle raged on. The heaven-devouring beast, Little Rascal, held his own against two formidable adversaries. After gleefully consuming their attacks, he cast a triumphant grin in the direction of the white tiger. Then, with a deafening roar, he unleashed a tempestuous surge of power, transforming it into a devastating storm that engulfed the white tiger in a torrential onslaught.

The overwhelming force that erupted from his gaping maw blended the white tiger's might with that of the Nine-Emperors Immortal Empire's expert. It was as though Little Rascal had absorbed and synthesized all the attacks he had devoured, funneling them into a single cataclysmic assault.

"This, my friends, is the inherent ability of our royal lineage." An aged figure observed with profound emotion. Only those born of royal blood among the heaven-devouring beasts possessed such extraordinary talents. The ability to assimilate and store attacks, then unleash them at will, was a testament to the race's terrifying prowess. Regardless of the strength of the attacks consumed, the heaven-devouring beast could absorb and refine them, unleashing their power when most needed.

Qin Wentian's formidable might was not the sole source of shock. Little Rascal, a mere beast, had showcased a level of terror that astounded onlookers.

"Unbelievable!" The Nine-Emperors Immortal Empire's experts recoiled in horror, realizing too late the peril they faced. Qin Wentian and Little Rascal soared toward the lone surviving immortal king from the Nine-Emperors Immortal Empire, poised to deliver the coup de grâce.

"Ceasefire!" An immortal emperor from the Nine-Emperors Immortal Empire implored, desperately seeking to halt the escalating carnage.

"Impertinence." The Southern Phoenix Matriarch's disdainful snort resonated through the battlefield as a majestic phoenix projection materialized, blocking the immortal emperor's path. She would not permit any interference.

A blood-curdling scream rent the air. The final immortal king from the Nine-Emperors Immortal Empire met his demise, despite the numerical advantage they once held. All four of their formidable experts had fallen, vanquished by the unyielding duo of Qin Wentian and Little Rascal. The pair now hovered defiantly in the sky, unrivaled and invincible.

With a flourish of movement, Qin Wentian took his place on the heaven-devouring beast's back. Behind him, Purgatory followed suit, perching obediently as they prepared to depart.

"Is there anyone else?" Qin Wentian's voice thundered, echoing with an air of indomitable dominance. Little Rascal, exuding contemptuous superiority, strode forward, daring any challenger to step forth. "I'm here to play, to battle to the very end. Whoever dares to face me, let them come. For the timid, I suggest you flee my sight now."

The battlefield, once a tumultuous clash of power, now lay still beneath their imposing presence.