Qin Wentian frenziedly brandished his ancient halberd, activating the mountain-type Divine Energy of the Berserk Beast Halberd Art. Momentarily, a mountain-like Xuanwu Shadow appeared in front of him. Despite the terrifying sharpness of the ancient slaughter runes, it still wasn't able to break through his defense.
"Hmph." Sikong Mingyue coldly snorted. He stepped out once more, instantly arriving in front of Qin Wentian. Stretching out his palms, the ancient slaughter runes around him converged together, transforming into a sword of slaughter that blasted towards the Xuanwu Shadow. Instantly, cracks appeared on the Shadow as Qin Wentian was forced back several steps.
A light breeze ruffled Sikong Mingyue's long hair, exuding an unexcelled aura. Qin Wentian wasn't an existence on the same level as him. Today, Qin Wentian would die here, he wouldn't show any mercy at all.
"I treated you as air, but since you want to court death, I shall grant you your wish."
Sikong Mingyue continued walking forwards as a terrifying storm of slaughter manifested around him. The more it gathered, the stronger it became. His entire person was like a god of death, anyone who stood in his way would be slain.
Qin Wentian closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, causing the crowd to be stunned. At such a moment, he actually still had the mood to close his eyes? Was he waiting for death?
The crowd didn't understand. The gazes of countless people landed on Qin Wentian. There were some who were worried, while there were others who couldn't wait for Qin Wentian to die earlier.
However at this moment, a terrifying aura gushed forth from Qin Wentian's body. His bloodline started to seethe.
His long hair fluttered in the wind, becoming even darker than before. At this moment, the crowd had an illusion that Qin Wentian was undergoing a transformation.
Sikong Mingyue, who was standing in front of Qin Wentian, felt the most distinct sensation. Even the storm of slaughter in his body froze as he felt a sense of bewilderment. Was this the power of a bloodline?
Qin Wentian had the bloodline power, and he had awakened it.
Qin Wentian's figure seemed to have gradually grown taller. The aura emanating from his body was like that of a ferocious beast, or a monarch of heaven and earth.
"Buzz!" Abruptly, Qin Wentian's eyes snapped open. In that instant, it was as though an emperor's aura gushed out from him, as though he was the sovereign of the world, causing Sikong Mingyue to feel an illusion of wanting to submit.
Crackling sounds rang out as Qin Wentian's body grew taller and taller. He stood there, resembling an emperor, an ancient god, peering down with disdain at everything under the heavens.
Qin Wentian's body was filled with endless power. The hand that was holding the Heavenly Halberd was so firm.
"What a terrifying bloodline. It can actually change the body of a person, as if it's reconstructing the body. This bloodline is definitely a high-grade bloodline." Some of the more powerful characters in the spectator stands felt their hearts trembling. Although Wu Xiu who possessed a bloodline was extremely rare, they were still aware of the power of bloodlines. Not only that, bloodlines could also be classified into different grades.
Qin Wentian's bloodline not only increased his strength, but it also gave off an aura of a monarch descending upon the world. This was something only those with high-grade bloodlines would possess.
"Your advantage is merely in terms of cultivation base. I find it hard to understand why you guys have such lofty expressions on your faces, as though you guys are the only existences in this world." Qin Wentian calmly continued, "Sometimes, the advantage of a cultivation base doesn't represent everything. When I defeat you guys with my cultivation base at the 7th level of Arterial Circulation, how much embarrassment would you guys feel when your pride was trampled on?"
After speaking, Qin Wentian took a step forward, as though he was truly going to descend upon the world!
On the platform, a light breeze gusted by as countless gazes landed on Qin Wentian. At this moment, he was the focus of countless people.
"There are so many gazes of anticipation on me, how can I disappoint them?"
Drawing in a deep breath, Qin Wentian's battle intent soared to the extreme.
Once, he was a nameless nobody, braving danger to enter the Royal Capital.
At that time, as long as the Ye Clan treated him with the slightest bit of respect, there was a very high possibility that he would become a dead man. Even if the Ye Clan didn't think highly of him, he still narrowly escaped death in the hands of Orfon and Ye Zhan.
At that time, he had no friends, and no one paid attention to him. But now, although he had many enemies in the Royal Capital, he knew that there were also many who wished him well.
Mo Clan, Divine Weapon Pavilion, Emperor Star Academy; Mo Qingcheng, Mustang, Mu Rou, Fatty Fan Le … With so many people's expectations, how could he disappoint them?
From the moment he stepped onto the platform of the Jun Lin Banquet, he had already wanted to obtain the first position. Now that he had the confidence to do so, the first position would definitely be his.
Within his body, the blood in his body was seething, and the Divine Energy in his body was boiling. Following the circulation of his Stellar Meridians, it frenziedly flowed towards his arms. His aura continued to soar, as though there was no end to it.
Sikong Mingyue finally moved. Initially, he wanted to see how strong Qin Wentian was. However, his confidence was gradually wavering.
Qin Wentian's aura continued to soar, while his own was being suppressed. If this continued, his aura would eventually weaken.
If he was weaker, how could he fight?
"BOOM!" Qin Wentian also moved. His entire person transformed into a beam of light as he executed the Mountain Splitter stance. The power of the ancient halberd was terrifying to the extreme, as though it wanted to break apart everything.
"DIE!" Sikong Mingyue howled in rage. The ancient slaughter runes condensed into a sword, colliding against the ancient halberd. The resulting shockwave actually forced Sikong Mingyue to retreat a step. Although it was only a single step, to him, it was still a humiliation.
"BOOM!" Yet another halberd slashed out. At this moment, Qin Wentian was like an emperor, his aura towering over the Heavens.
Sikong Mingyue's countenance was extremely unsightly to behold. The boundless energy within his body seethed as he slammed out with his palms. Momentarily, the ancient slaughter runes condensed together, transforming into a gigantic killing intent that swept out.
With a thunderous boom, the ancient halberd shattered the killing intent. Sikong Mingyue retreated another three steps as his countenance grew increasingly unsightly to behold.
"FIGHT!" Sikong Mingyue howled in rage. Despite retreating, his aura was still towering over the Heavens, and his killing intent grew even stronger. Numerous ancient characters floated in front of his palms, each containing a terrifying sword Qi.
"DIE!" Sikong Mingyue howled in rage. At the instant his palms slammed out, the boundless ancient slaughter runes transformed into rays of killing light that shot towards Qin Wentian. The might contained within them was so terrifying that it caused people to shudder in fear.
However, at the same time, the ancient halberd of Qin Wentian slashed out once again. This time around, it was the Fallen Star Stance.
The spectators felt as though they could see numerous constellations converging together, transforming into a vortex. Finally, the vortex violently smashed downwards, causing the entire space to tremble. Terrifying rumbling sounds echoed out as a hurricane swept across the entire platform. The ancient slaughter runes shattered under the impact of the tremors, as though numerous constellations were smashing towards Sikong Mingyue. Sikong Mingyue hastily tried to defend, but his body was so badly shaken that he spat out blood as he retreated with explosive speed.
Sikong Mingyue retreated all the way to the edge of the platform, as fresh blood splattered all over the ground.
Silence filled the air.
How could Qin Wentian's attacks be so powerful?
They had all witnessed how tyrannical Sikong Mingyue's attacks were. But at this moment, Qin Wentian's attacks had completely suppressed Sikong Mingyue, causing him to spit out blood.
"This year's Jun Lin Banquet is definitely a rare opportunity." Many people sighed in their hearts.
This was too fascinating. Initially, they thought that Chu Chen had already made a comeback. But who would have thought that before Chu Chen could even stabilize his position within the top three, he would be blasted down by Qin Wentian. And when Qin Wentian defeated Chu Chen, he wasn't even in his strongest state.
The current Qin Wentian, he even wanted to suppress Sikong Mingyue.
"Those arrogant words of yours are still ringing in my ears. Do you feel ashamed when you think of them now? You are only at the 9th level of Arterial Circulation, what qualifications do you have to be so arrogant?" Qin Wentian calmly spoke. His aura was as terrifying as ever, and his calm voice was like a slap to Sikong Mingyue's face.
"Since you want to find a sense of existence so badly, I will let everyone know that your existence is meaningless."
"The ignorant are fearless."
"Treating you like thin air? Since you want to court death, I shall grant you your wish."
These words were spoken by Sikong Mingyue not long ago. But what was the result?
Qin Wentian brandished his ancient halberd as he continued advancing forwards. Sikong Mingyue's countenance turned extremely unsightly to behold. Qin Wentian didn't directly make a move, but instead walked towards him step by step. Was Qin Wentian trying to force him to admit defeat?
That silhouette got closer and closer, and the killing intent radiating from Qin Wentian also grew increasingly stronger. One could be sure that Qin Wentian would definitely dare to kill Sikong Mingyue.
Before this, he had already killed 2nd Sword and 3rd Night.
Feeling the increasing pressure, an expression of agony appeared on Sikong Mingyue's face as he spoke, "I've lost."
These three calm words seemed to have sucked away all the energy in Sikong Mingyue's body. These three words were undoubtedly a declaration that he, Sikong Mingyue, had admitted defeat.
Qin Wentian halted his steps, only to see Sikong Mingyue slowly turning and leaping off the platform. He had been defeated, defeated by Qin Wentian.
The second ranking of the Jun Lin Banquet was snatched away by Qin Wentian.
"How handsome!" Fatty Fan Le drew in a deep breath as an intoxicated expression appeared on his face. The second ranking of the Jun Lin Banquet?
Many people hadn't even reacted yet. The second ranking was snatched away by Qin Wentian from Sikong Mingyue's hands?
Not only that, did Qin Wentian only want the second ranking?
Qin Wentian shifted his gaze onto the first platform as he lifted his ancient halberd, pointing it at Luo Qianqiu.
Once, Luo Qianqiu had stood on the towering platform, looking down at him, demanding that he hand over the Blood Ember Fruits.
Once, in the Dark Forest, Luo Qianqiu had hunted him down and almost killed him.
Once, in the snowstorm, Luo Qianqiu had wanted him to receive three strikes from him, unexcelled in the world.
Not long ago, Luo Qianqiu had acted the same way, as though the first ranking of the Jun Lin Banquet was already his.
Towards him, Qin Wentian, he had always been disdainful.
And now, he was finally standing in front of him.
He would show Luo Qianqiu what it meant to be arrogant!
"It's your turn!" There were no heroic words, only three calm words. Yet, it was as though he was making a declaration.
Today, in the Jun Lin Banquet, he, Qin Wentian, was going to fight for the first position!
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