Upon hearing Qin Wentian's words, Luo Qianqiu froze for a moment before he started laughing maniacally. Stepping out, lightning crackled around his body as he released his Astral Soul. Terrifying bolts of lightning enveloped his body, and the violet lightning contained traces of an energy that would cause one's heart to palpitate.
The power of lightning was tyrannical, and the third Astral Soul Luo Qianqiu condensed after breaking through to Yuanfu was also a lightning-type Astral Soul.
"This must be the funniest joke I've ever heard." Luo Qianqiu's body was bathed in lightning, as the lightning energy danced in his palms. The aura he exuded was at the 2nd level of Yuanfu.
"One breath." Qin Wentian indifferently spat out. Even before he made his move, he had already started the countdown. At the same time, the Astral Energy in his body began to surge.
His long robes fluttered in the wind, and his long hair turned the color of ink. His eyes grew increasingly demonic, and his entire being exuded a demonic aura. His blood began to boil.
Within his body, the Yuanfu corresponding to his Heavenly Hammer Astral Soul, as well as the Yuanfu corresponding to his Demon Sovereign Astral Soul, began to seethe. Within these two Yuanfu, there was a terrifying amount of Divine Energy, not ordinary Astral Energy.
Qin Wentian, who had three Yuanfu, could endure the exhaustion of Astral Energy compared to others.
Upon hearing Qin Wentian's countdown, Luo Qianqiu drew in a deep breath. It was as though the Shadow of a Lightning Saint could be seen on his body, causing him to appear even more imposing.
"You really don't know the difference between life and death. Let me show you the power of my Mandate." Luo Qianqiu indifferently spat out. Abruptly, Qin Wentian felt a terrifying surge of energy boring down on him, unceasingly blasting into his body, even penetrating into his sea of consciousness. This was similar to the attack Xiao Lan had unleashed back then.
That mysterious surge of Mandate was like a bolt of lightning. Luo Qianqiu stood there motionlessly, but Qin Wentian felt his entire body being enveloped by lightning.
"How do you feel now?" Luo Qianqiu's eyes were filled with arrogance as he stared at Qin Wentian.
"Three breaths." The reply he received was an ice-cold voice. Qin Wentian continued with his countdown, causing Luo Qianqiu's countenance to turn extremely ugly.
Could it be that he didn't know what the power of willpower was? Even if he didn't know, he should be able to sense the strength of the martial will.
Many people inclined their heads to stare at the battle between Qin Wentian and Luo Qianqiu. Seeing that Qin Wentian was still in the midst of accumulating his strength, they couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
This fellow was still as arrogant as ever. The seemingly quiet young man would reveal his arrogant attitude the moment he started fighting. Perhaps, an innate arrogance flowed in his bones and blood. Even he himself did not know it. At this moment, the faint aura of a monarch that was being emitted from his body perfectly illustrated this point.
"Four breaths." Qin Wentian indifferently stated. The smile on Luo Qianqiu's face froze as he stared at Qin Wentian. Qin Wentian's attitude was like a slap to his face. What did he take him, Luo Qianqiu, to be?
Chu Wuwei calmly stood there, as though no matter what happened, he would always be as calm as ever.
This time around, he didn't have much confidence in his ability to seize the throne of Chu. In fact, the strength he could control was limited. His confidence originated from Qin Wentian. If he had his eyes on someone, he would never doubt them. Not only that, he had always believed that the victor today would ultimately be Qin Wentian.
And Qin Wentian's victory was equivalent to his, Chu Wuwei's, victory.
"Chu Mang, go and protect Qin Wentian. I'm worried about your third brother," Chu Wuwei commanded.
"Right." Chu Mang stepped out, standing not far away from Qin Wentian. His eyes were fixed on Chu Tianjiao, he would do whatever his elder brother wanted him to do.
"Five breaths."
Another voice rang out from Qin Wentian's mouth. Luo Qianqiu's handsome countenance turned malevolent, Qin Wentian was insulting him.
Drawing in a deep breath, Luo Qianqiu forced himself to calm down. Anger was the greatest taboo in battle, he knew this very well. It was only because Qin Wentian was a knot in his heart that he couldn't suppress his anger.
Boundless amounts of violet lightning converged to form a gigantic lightning sword. Behind Luo Qianqiu, the Lightning Shadow also wielded a sword of lightning, exuding a terrifying might that caused the hearts of the onlookers to tremble.
"BOOM!" Luo Qianqiu stepped out, his Mandate of Thunder and Lightning gushed towards Qin Wentian, simultaneously merging into the two lightning swords.
Ten breaths? What a joke, he wanted everyone to see Qin Wentian dodging his attack in ten breaths of time.
When Qin Wentian uttered the words' six breaths', Luo Qianqiu unleashed his attack. A resplendent lightning sword slashed out, its power akin to thunder, incomparably tyrannical.
"Thunderbolt Slash!" Luo Qianqiu roared in rage, as the twin lightning swords descended from the skies, slashing towards Qin Wentian's head. The might of this strike was extremely terrifying, as it contained the power of the Mandate of Thunder and Lightning.
The first level of the Mandate of Thunder and Lightning was known as Thunderbolt Explosive Strike. Regardless of attack speed or strength, all of them would be enhanced.
Qin Wentian raised his head slightly, as the terrifying lightning bolts pierced through his body. He could naturally feel how powerful this strike was, but today's battle would mark the end of the Chu Country's matter. He would use his most domineering stance to suppress and kill Luo Qianqiu.
His devilishly handsome countenance was filled with incomparable arrogance. Qin Wentian slowly stepped out, moving towards Luo Qianqiu, welcoming the terrifying sword slashing down.
The spectators only saw Qin Wentian raising his left hand, grabbing towards the air. This scene caused the hearts of countless people to tremble, as expressions of terror appeared on their faces.
"Wentian!" Qin Chuan's heart almost stopped beating when he saw this. Many in the crowd thought that Qin Wentian had gone mad. He was only at the first level of Yuanfu, yet he actually used his bare hands to grab a sword? It was as though they could already see the scene of Qin Wentian being split apart by the Thunderbolt Slash.
Those from the Nine Mystical Palace also had expressions of mockery on their faces. How laughable. Earlier, they were still filled with trepidation towards Qin Wentian. After all, the aura exuding from Qin Wentian didn't lose out to Luo Qianqiu, who was at the second level of Yuanfu. But now, there was only disdain in their eyes. This person actually didn't know the immensity of the heavens and earth. The Thunderbolt Slash combined with Luo Qianqiu's Astral Souls, as well as the explosive power of thunder, even a cultivator at the third level of Yuanfu would be slain.
This arrogant fellow who didn't know the immensity of the Heavens and Earth actually used his bare hands to grab the sword.
Terrifying blood-colored runes circulated around Qin Wentian's palms, as well as a terrifying demonic intent. His palms contained the Divine Energy from the Demon Sovereign Yuanfu, the 'mountain-like' Divine Energy, imbued with a terrifying demonic qi. At this moment, Qin Wentian's palms were akin to a demonic mountain, filled with terrifying might.
"Chi!" The Thunderbolt Sword slashed downwards, a malevolent glint flashed in Luo Qianqiu's eyes as a crisp sound rang out.
The second Thunderbolt Sword slashed downwards, yet it didn't even budge an inch. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Qin Wentian's palms grasped upwards, directly grabbing hold of the two Thunderbolt Swords.
The hearts of many in the crowd almost stopped beating. No one could describe the impact of that casual grab. Was that really the palm of a human? Even the palms of demons couldn't be this terrifying, right?
"He grabbed hold, he really grabbed hold of the sword." The hearts of the crowd pounded madly as they stared at Qin Wentian. His long hair fluttered in the wind, yet his palms were like divine weapons, unmoving.
"What a freak." Ouyang Kuangsheng completely lost his temper upon witnessing such an exaggerated scene. Damn it, did he still want to live? No matter what, his Astral Souls were all from the 4th Heavenly Layer, and he was also at the 1st level of Yuanfu. But when he saw Luo Qianqiu's attack, he couldn't help but feel his hair standing on end.
Qin Wentian actually used his bare hands to grab hold of the sword? What made him even more speechless was that he even grabbed hold of the sword … This was simply too much of a blow to his genius.
He felt that as long as Qin Wentian was careful not to be assassinated by others in the future, he would definitely become a character that could summon the wind and summon the rain in the future.
Nobody knew how profound Qin Wentian's single grab was. The Astral Energy absorbed by the Demon Sovereign Astral Soul was already extremely violent, condensed into the Mountain-Type Divine Energy. In addition to the power of his bloodline, the Fiend Transformation Art, as well as the first level of his Mandate of Force, Strength, all of these factors gave him the courage to directly grab hold of that terrifying strike.
Although it seemed like a simple grab, there were too many powerful elements contained within, causing the spectators to feel a terrifying impact. Especially Luo Qianqiu, he didn't dare to believe that this was real. How could this be possible?
Qin Wentian's silhouette was like a phantom as he dashed forward, his right hand aiming straight for Luo Qianqiu.
Luo Qianqiu, who was still in a state of shock, was caught off guard. He hurriedly tried to defend against Qin Wentian's attack, but how could he block it? Qin Wentian's Mandate of Force directly slammed into his body. How could Qin Wentian's right palm be weak? It directly broke through Luo Qianqiu's defense, landing on Luo Qianqiu's throat.
"Nine breaths," Qin Wentian calmly stated.
"If you dare to kill me, the Nine Mystical Palace will definitely annihilate you." Luo Qianqiu threatened. However, Qin Wentian could only shake his head in disappointment. Luo Qianqiu had said that he was hiding in the crowd, and now that he was on the verge of death, Qin Wentian actually used the name of the Nine Mystical Palace to threaten him.
"How many times have you tried to kill me already? How laughable. One day, I will personally go to the Nine Mystical Palace and take revenge for everything you've done." Qin Wentian's palms abruptly erupted with a terrifying might. With an abrupt twist, Luo Qianqiu's eyes widened in shock as his pupils dilated.
"Ten breaths, just right." Qin Wentian's hands loosened as Luo Qianqiu's body fell from the air. Ten breaths, Luo Qianqiu, who was at the second level of Yuanfu, died!
Died in the hands of Qin Wentian, who was at the first level of Yuanfu.
"This fellow!" Qian Mengyu was speechless as she witnessed Luo Qianqiu's death. Such combat prowess was simply too shocking. This was even more shocking compared to the time when Qin Wentian fought against the Swallow Swordsmen. This young man was simply a demon-level character. Not only that, he hadn't joined any major powers, and had only grown up in a place like Chu. How terrifying would he be in the future?
"Senior Gyanghong's judgement is truly good. Sadly, it would be extremely difficult to recruit him into the Greencloud Pavilion." Qian Mengyu silently mused.
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