Yingteng was trampled by Qin Wentian. He only felt that his dignity had been completely lost. His eyes spat fire and just when he was about to erupt forth with his immortal-foundation, Qin Wentian directly stomped down, injuring his body, causing him to have no way to condense immortal energy to attack. He could only lie on the ground, allowing Qin Wentian to trample on him.
"Qin Wentian, I, Yingteng, swear that I will make you suffer a fate worse than death." How arrogant was Yingteng? He was a heaven chosen of the Ying Clan and had a lofty status. When had he ever suffered such humiliation before?
"BOOM!" Another heavy stomp landed. Ying Teng felt that his internal organs were about to shatter but he wasn't on the verge of death. His immortal sense couldn't be activated either. Qin Wentian's control of his strength was extremely good.
"Continue to be arrogant." Qin Wentian's countenance was like ice. Yingteng wanted to play him in the palm of his hands, becoming a tool to open the treasure trove. He even used the Namhwang Clan and the Immortal Qianbian Gate to threaten him. In that case, he would teach Yingteng a lesson on how to respect others.
"If you have the guts, kill me." Yingteng roared. Qin Wentian's actions caused him more pain than death.
"It's too troublesome to kill you. The experts of your Ying Clan would hunt me down again. After killing the young, the old would come. This is the style of your clan. My cultivation base is so low, why would I clash with the Ying Clan?" Qin Wentian laughed, his words causing the experts of the Ying Clan to heave a sigh of relief. As expected, Qin Wentian wouldn't dare to kill Yingteng.
"However, I have a lot of time. Killing you is too troublesome but if I slowly torture you, the Ying Clan wouldn't dare to hunt me down just because you lost to your peers in the outside world, right?" Qin Wentian suddenly changed the topic and his lips curled into an evil smile, "After all, when a Heaven's Favorite gets hurt or suffers some setbacks, it is also the motivation to move forward."
As he spoke, Qin Wentian stomped down again. With a rumbling sound, the hearts of the crowd throbbed. Yingteng let out a blood-curdling scream. The crowd seemed to be able to feel Yingteng's pain at this moment. They were afraid that they couldn't wait to tear Qin Wentian into pieces.
But what he said wasn't wrong. Yingteng was injured outside and met with some setbacks. It was impossible for the Ying Clan to stand up for Yingteng with great fanfare. Being humiliated like this, Yingteng wouldn't have the face to return to the clan and say it out loud. Should he ask the elders for help? In that case, he might not be able to establish himself in the Ying clan in the future.
"Yingteng, you can also go back and complain to the elders. Tell them how you were humiliated by me. If you do that, your elders might take extra care of you in the future." Qin Wentian seemed to be able to guess Yingteng's thoughts as he continued. Yingteng's face turned ashen. How could he say that?
"This madman." The crowd looked at Qin Wentian and felt their hearts trembling. He was definitely a madman. To be humiliated like this, Yingteng would most probably be haunted by his inner demons in the future.
Jiang Ziyu watched from afar as Qin Wentian tortured Yingteng, his eyes flashed with a strange light.
"Be careful if you encounter this person in the future." Jiang Ziyu said to the people around him. He could sense a sense of wildness coming from Qin Wentian, which was crazy yet calm. He didn't kill Yingteng, but made Yingteng suffer a torture worse than death. Yet, he didn't put himself in a disadvantageous position. At this moment, he was like a completely different person from Qin Wentian, who didn't even reply to Yingteng when he was berated by Qin Wentian. As long as he got the chance, he would make you regret it.
As Qin Wentian tortured Yingteng, he glanced at the others who were fighting and said indifferently, "Remember to be merciful. Don't kill them. Just make them lie on the ground, unable to move."
"Alright." Jun Mengchen replied with a smile. He seemed to be somewhat excited. Fully armed, they had the absolute advantage and crushed the people of the Ying Clan. It didn't take long before everyone was lying on the ground.
At this moment, Yingteng could no longer move. He was lying limply on the ground. Qin Wentian reached out and lifted him up, then walked towards the bronze gate. He pressed his palm on the bronze gate, and the gate opened. Qin Wentian tossed Yingteng out. The others did the same, tossing out all the people of the Ying Clan.
They came in arrogantly, but left in such a miserable manner. It seemed that not only did they not gain anything from this trip, they were also humiliated.
"I heard that you want to kill me?" Qin Wentian turned his gaze, staring at the people of the Dongshengxian Gate as well as Zidi's Followers. His tone was filled with ridicule, causing the hearts of those people to tremble as they silently cursed Qin Wentian for being a bastard. This fellow didn't care about them at all earlier. He only acted after he dealt with the people of the Ying Clan.
"Dongsheng Ting is dead?" Qin Wentian suddenly asked, his words causing the countenances of everyone to turn cold as they stared at Qin Wentian.
"Seems like it's true. What a pity that I didn't personally kill him. Since this is the case, maybe the Dongsheng Heaven Emperor and Zidi would 'treat' you guys' well '. I won't act. Please leave." Qin Wentian stepped aside, allowing them to exit.
The people of the Dongshengxian Gate and Zidi's Followers respectively stepped out, their expressions extremely unsightly to behold. Indeed, the Dongsheng Heaven Emperor and Zidi might use the deaths of Dongsheng Ting and Zi Yunwu to vent their anger on them. If an immortal emperor was angered, they might even lose their lives. They were contemplating if they should return to report the completion of the mission. If they didn't do so, they might even be hunted down by the immortal emperor.
Staring at those people departing, Qin Wentian turned to Jiang Ziyu and the others as he smiled, "Brother Jiang."
Jiang Ziyu stared at Qin Wentian as he smiled, "Brother Qin, do you really not intend to visit my Jiang Clan as a guest?"
"It's fine. In the future when I wish to go, I will go there again." Qin Wentian smiled.
"Okay then, I will wait for Brother Qin's arrival." Jiang Ziyu smiled. After that, he waved his hands and led the people of the Jiang Clan out.
"Do you guys want me to treat you guys?" Qin Wentian stared at the remaining experts as he spoke. Their countenances were ashen. Right now, Qin Wentian and the others were all clad in puppets. If a battle broke out, peak-level immortal-foundation experts might still be able to resist but for those with weaker cultivation bases, they would be easily killed. It seemed like they could only retreat.
This time, Gu Shan came here for nothing. He didn't obtain God's Hand and the so-called treasures of Ancient Emperor Yi, these puppets actually required God's Hand to activate.
Very swiftly, the experts of the various powers all left, leaving behind only the people of the Namhwang Clan and the Immortal Qianbian Gate.
They walked inside, and the bronze door closed automatically. There were many puppets here, and although they were of different shapes and sizes, their power should be similar. They walked along the path in the middle and came to another bronze door. It seemed like there were doors in front and behind them.
Qin Wentian suddenly felt that it was ridiculous. Could it be that the puppets here were there to prevent people from tracking him? Were they there to defend against enemies? If this was the case, the person who did this was truly someone with great foresight.
After the bronze gate was opened, a beam of light shot in as a cool breeze brushed past. Qin Wentian stood at the entrance and stared at the scene before him in a daze.
"This …" Namhwang Yunxi exclaimed in shock. Not only for her and Qin Wentian, everyone else was stunned when they saw the scene before them. Their eyes, which were covered by the puppets, flickered with shock.
Qin Wentian walked forward step by step. This was a flight of stairs, and as he walked down the stairs, they landed on a gigantic stone suspended in the air above a mountain peak. Ahead of them was an extremely precipitous mountain peak, but on top of this mountain peak, numerous palaces could be seen. They were all built in an orderly manner, giving the appearance of perfection to this mountain range.
Their position was at the highest point and they had an extremely good field of vision when looking down. In fact, they could even see the silhouettes of humans moving about.
His gaze continued to stare into the distance. Because the distance was too far, the buildings and humans there were as tiny as ants. Yet, they were all moving about. That was … a city.
Qin Wentian floated up and arrived at the peak of the mountain. He stared in all directions and discovered that the location he was at wasn't the end of this space. On the contrary, it was the center of this city. It was like the King's Mountain Range and he could see every corner of it.
Not only were there humans here, but there was also a city here. It was like a world of its own.
From the palaces below, silhouettes could be seen soaring up into the sky. These silhouettes were all clad in armor and there were actually over a thousand of them. They floated in the air and stared at Qin Wentian's group. They were divided into two groups. Below them, there were even more experts descending. These experts all had extraordinary demeanors and their eyes were brimming with vigor. It was as though they possessed great combat strength. Among them, a middle-aged man stepped out. He looked at Qin Wentian and asked in puzzlement, "Why are there so many people here? I wonder who opened this door?"
Qin Wentian took a step forward and said, "It's me."
The middle-aged man glanced at Qin Wentian. After that, he actually bowed to Qin Wentian and shouted, "Welcome, Saint Lord."
"We respectfully welcome the arrival of the Saint Lord." From all directions, the experts who descended all bowed to Qin Wentian as they called out in a loud voice.
"Welcome, Saint Lord." Those armored soldiers even knelt on one knee. At this instant, their voices reverberated through the entire mountain range, like the roars of mountains and tsunamis, shaking everyone's hearts.
Qin Wentian was stunned. Namhwang Yunxi and the others were similarly stunned. They had no idea what was going on.
Saint Lord?
Why were these people so respectful to Qin Wentian and even addressed him as Saint Lord?
"Can you explain?" Qin Wentian asked.
"Saint Lord, please follow me." The middle-aged man stretched his hand out and gestured. Qin Wentian slowly walked out. The others behind him followed after him, all of them were filled with curiosity.
The middle-aged man led the way. He brought Qin Wentian downwards, heading towards the buildings. The buildings here weren't as majestic, but they were simple and unadorned, with a unique style to them. This gave Qin Wentian a strange feeling. This feeling was extremely marvelous, it was as though these buildings all contained an aura of battle. This was a formless aura, the aura of battle.
"Saint Lord, can you remove the puppet armor? These puppets were created by our clansmen. There's no need for Saint Lord to guard against us." That middle-aged man spoke to Qin Wentian. Qin Wentian smiled, he truly didn't sense any evil intentions from the middle-aged man. Hence, he removed the armor and revealed his true appearance.
The middle-aged man glanced at Qin Wentian as his eyes gleamed with sharpness. "Saint Lord is so young, truly extraordinary. You should be even younger than the previous Saint Lord."
"The previous Saint Lord, Emperor Yi?" Qin Wentian's eyes flashed. Could it be that this place wasn't created by Emperor Yi? Was Emperor Yi the same as him, an outsider?
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