When Qin Wentian saw that Jiang Ziyu was ignoring him, the might of his immortal-foundation gushed forth. He grabbed out with his hand, traversing through space as a gigantic palm imprint directly blasted towards Jiang Ziyu.
He knew that Jiang Ziyu definitely knew what he was doing. And as expected, at the instant the gigantic palm imprint slammed down, Jiang Ziyu lifted his hand and blasted out. Resplendent runic light circulated around his arm, penetrating through everything. That terrifying attack transformed into a long spear that slammed into Qin Wentian's palm imprint, causing it to explode. Jiang Ziyu didn't even frown as he continued comprehending.
"Jiang Ziyu is so powerful." Nanfeng Shengge spoke when she saw this scene. The Jiang Clan was one of the three supreme clans of the Southern Regions. They had the smallest population and were also the most mysterious. However, their combat prowess was extremely high. Just like the Namhwang Clan, the Jiang Clan also had their own inheritances. This Jiang Ziyu who came out to roam the Southern Regions, was most probably one of the most outstanding characters of the Jiang Clan in this generation.
Qin Wentian could sense the tyrannical energy radiating from Jiang Ziyu. At this moment, he could already confirm that this Jiang Ziyu most probably had a fifth-ranked king-grade immortal-foundation that could be described as perfect. Such a character, among the holy maidens of the Southern Phoenix Clan, only Namhwang Yunxi could stand shoulder to shoulder with him. The other holy maidens would find it hard to defeat him.
This indicated that if the Namhwang Clan didn't want to be suppressed by Jiang Ziyu in this generation, they had to let Namhwang Yunxi obtain the inheritance of the ancestral lands and become the Holy Successor.
The might of his immortal-foundation gushed forth. Qin Wentian radiated a tyrannical battle intent. It wouldn't be so easy for Jiang Ziyu to join forces with Nanfeng Qingruo and obtain the inheritance of the ancestral lands.
God's Hand appeared, an ancient halberd appeared in Qin Wentian's hands. He abruptly slashed out explosively, causing the ancient halberd to expand explosively, becoming incomparably gigantic. It traversed through space, exuding an incomparably terrifying destructive might as it shot towards Jiang Ziyu.
A terrifying immortal light gushed forth from Jiang Ziyu. His arm was like a divine weapon, shining with the light of armor. With a lift of his hand, a gigantic silvery-white spear appeared, colliding with the ancient halberd. Thunderous sounds rang out unceasingly, the spear shattered unceasingly. However, the power of the ancient halberd also weakened unceasingly. When it slammed into Jiang Ziyu's arm, it felt like it had struck a divine weapon. With a thunderous boom, the ancient halberd shattered. Jiang Ziyu's arm was comparable to an immortal-ranked weapon.
At this moment, Jiang Ziyu opened his eyes and stared in Qin Wentian's direction. His eyes were terrifying, as though they could see through everything. When he stared at Qin Wentian, a look of disdain could be seen in his eyes.
"Boom!" A fearsome might gushed forth from Jiang Ziyu. His body glowed with a resplendent armor, exuding an incomparably sharp aura. He who was radiating immortal might was like a king among immortals.
A fearsome energy converged in the air. Jiang Ziyu lifted his hand as a gigantic vortex appeared, transforming into an incomparably sharp long spear. He stabbed out with his spear, ignoring the distance between them, aiming for Qin Wentian. Qin Wentian had a solemn expression on his face. Fighting against Jiang Ziyu would be his greatest challenge in the Southern Phoenix Ancestral Grounds. This person wasn't simple at all.
God's Hand brought with it a violent might, capable of leveling everything. It collided with Qin Wentian's long spear, using force to break force. Jiang Ziyu's spear was as fast as lightning, and with a single flash, he was able to unleash over ten spear strikes. In just an instant, this entire space was buried by his spear. Qin Wentian's body expanded in size, blocking Namhwang Yunxi who was behind him. His God's Hand radiated boundless might, capable of toppling mountains and overturning seas, containing a might that could shatter the heavens and rend the earth.
"ROAR!" A thunderous roar rang out. A gigantic Shadow clad in armor appeared behind Jiang Ziyu. This Shadow was none other than a White Tiger King, exuding an aura that could shake the heavens, capable of slaughtering everything under the heavens.
The White Tiger was a God of Slaughter, the symbol of slaughter.
Jiang Ziyu's spear swept through the heavens and earth. Every spear strike caused the White Tiger to roar in rage, radiating killing intent that permeated the heavens and earth. The Shadow of the White Tiger pounced over, exuding a fearsome might.
Qin Wentian's battle didn't stop. His immortal foundation manifested as numerous Zhenhou Greater Demons appeared within his halberd arts. The Zhenhou Greater Demons clashed against the White Tiger, causing thunderous roars to echo out. Both of them were extremely ferocious demons. The White Tiger symbolized slaughter while the Zhenhou Greater Demons were able to slay true dragons, feasting on them after they were defeated.
Spear and halberd collided, the White Tiger against the Zhenhou Greater Demons. For a moment, the heavens and earth seemed to be collapsing. Even as they fought, they didn't forget to protect the people behind them. Nanfeng Qingruo and Namhwang Yunxi weren't disturbed at all. They continued to focus on comprehending the parasol leaves as they continued upwards.
"These two are so powerful." Nanfeng Shengge silently mused. She watched the battle between the two of them. Both of their combat prowess far surpassed her.
One was a genius from the Jiang Clan, while the other was a genius who rose up in the City of Ancient Emperors. The two of them had something in common, they had both obtained the top ranker of the Immortal Ascension Rankings and were characters with unparalleled combat prowess.
"Namhwang Yunxi is about to catch up to Nanfeng Qingruo." Nanfeng Shengge stared at the two holy maidens. There was no need for Qin Wentian to win. As long as he didn't lose and didn't allow Jiang Ziyu to focus on comprehending the parasol leaves, Namhwang Yunxi would win.
Naturally, since Jiang Ziyu and Nanfeng Qingruo entered the ancestral lands together, they wouldn't allow Qin Wentian and Namhwang Yunxi to have their way so easily.
"RUMBLE!" And as expected, at this instant, a terrifying light erupted from Jiang Ziyu. The armor on his body seemed to have shattered and was being reforged. His entire body seemed to be formed from innumerable immortal talismans that contained terrifying might. When Jiang Ziyu attacked again, those immortal talismans descended from the sky, blasting towards Qin Wentian together with his attacks. Each of those immortal talismans contained supreme might, and as they bore down on Qin Wentian, the entire space seemed to be filled with them.
These immortal talismans were like mysterious ancient characters that contained the Great Dao of Laws, as well as attacks of the Great Dao. Buddhic chants could be heard in the air, akin to the music of the Great Dao.
At this instant, Qin Wentian was enveloped by the boundless might of the attacks. There was simply no place for him to hide. Jiang Ziyu's attacks were too tyrannical and sharp.
Qin Wentian's entire body shimmered with a mysterious light, resembling ancient runes. His body seemed indestructible, sparkling and translucent, flawless.
His God's Hand exuded a heaven-shaking might, as well as a supreme demonic qi. The might of his perfect saint-grade immortal foundation enveloped him. With a roar of rage, primordial chaos swallowed everything, wanting to devour the boundless might of the attacks. He lifted his palms and attacked. The True Hou slaughtered everything, while the great roc ravaged the heavens and earth. At this instant, the destructive might of the two of them clashed madly, causing the entire space to tremble unstably.
Jiang Ziyu's expression was as calm as ever. His eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, incomparably deep. Rumbling sounds rang out as he released his immortal foundation. Jiang Ziyu's immortal foundation floated in the air as many phenomena manifested around him. This was an immortal-foundation that was close to perfection. This immortal-foundation was actually an ancient buddha, an undying ancient buddha. In an instant, buddhic light illuminated the heavens and earth, containing supreme might within.
"Buddhas aren't benevolent buddhas. The Jiang Clan cultivates buddhas, but they aren't benevolent at all." Qin Wentian silently mused. This ancient buddha might seem peaceful but its might was extremely terrifying and dangerous to the extreme. There was a faint intent of slaughter within it, as though it wanted to prove its dao through killing.
"RUMBLE!" Light flashed as a supreme ancient imprint transformed into a gigantic palm imprint, capable of crushing the heavens and earth as it blasted towards Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian's immortal might gushed forth to the extreme as an immortal foundation appeared. This was also a flawless immortal foundation that floated in the air, circulating immortal light. This was a human-shaped immortal foundation that radiated immortal light, it was truly flawless.
"BOOM!" Above the immortal foundation, a destructive light radiated forth, as well as a suppressive might, transforming into a phenomenon of the immortal foundation. The light illuminated the area, destroying all the incoming imprint attacks.
In the air, the destructive might was still there, the two of them were evenly matched.
Jiang Ziyu's eyes gradually grew less calm. On the contrary, Qin Wentian's expression was calm. Namhwang Yunxi surpassed Namhwang Yunxi, climbing up step by step. If Jiang Ziyu didn't interfere, the position of the Holy Successor would belong to Namhwang Yunxi.
The gigantic buddha manifested a white tiger diagram. When Jiang Ziyu lifted his palms to attack, the killing god white tiger grew even more terrifying, resembling a mount of an ancient buddha, exuding boundless killing might. Qin Wentian's expression was as calm as ever. That perfect saint-grade immortal foundation manifested numerous terrifying true phantoms that frenziedly attacked. Qin Wentian's body was gigantic, he stood there unmoving. No matter how Jiang Ziyu attacked, he couldn't make him retreat a single step.
"BOOM!" A burst of intense light erupted as Jiang Ziyu directly vanished from his location. He soared through the air and instantly appeared before Qin Wentian. His speed was so fast that no one could react to it. A killing god white tiger slashed down, exuding an indomitable killing might, wanting to destroy everything. Such a sudden attack was simply unblockable.
Qin Wentian's immortal foundation radiated boundless light. The ancient halberd and terrifying greater demons suddenly appeared before him, suppressing him with destructive might. Terrifying destructive light circulated around him. Qin Wentian's God's Hand stretched out, borrowing the power of his immortal foundation to unleash a supreme might that could suppress the heavens and earth.
With a thunderous boom, Jiang Ziyu's body vanished. He stared at Qin Wentian, his eyes incomparably cold, even colder than weapons.
"It's almost impossible for anyone to establish a perfect immortal foundation at the first level of immortal-foundation. Also, your God's Hand is an ultimate art created by an ancient emperor. You have many secrets on you, and any one of these secrets can cause a calamity to befall you." Jiang Ziyu stared at Qin Wentian as he spoke. His eyes gleamed with wisdom, as though he could see through Qin Wentian.
"Your fifth-tier immortal-foundation is at the king-grade. How can ordinary people achieve that? Your innate techniques are also extremely powerful. Could it be that you have no secrets on you?" Qin Wentian stared at Jiang Ziyu as he replied.
"The descendants of my Jiang Clan roam the immortal realms, how many people would dare to touch us?" Jiang Ziyu stared at Qin Wentian. Evidently, the Ancient Jiang Clan wasn't something the Emperor Qianbian could compare to. Their foundations were too deep, even the Dongshengxian Gate couldn't be considered anything in the eyes of the Jiang Clan.
"What do you want to say?" Qin Wentian asked.
"I don't need to contend for the inheritance of the ancestral lands. I want to invite you to my Jiang Clan as a guest. I wonder if you are willing?" Jiang Ziyu stared at Qin Wentian as he spoke.
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