The Qin Clan had four gates: North, South, East, and West. After Qin Wu was captured, the Qin Clan was engulfed in flames. There were members of the Qin Clan constantly escaping from the four gates. Not only that, other than the East Gate, the South Gate and North Gate also had a group of soldiers rushing out to protect the members of the Qin Clan. However, the core members of the Qin Clan were currently gathered at the West Gate.
"Hurry up." Qin He urged when he saw Qin Wentian, Qin Yao and the rest rushing over. Qin Wentian and the rest stomped on the ground as they soared through the air, landing on a warhorse.
"Let's go." Qin He led the cavalry and rushed out. At the very front was a group of guards, each of them had a horned gigantic bow strapped to their backs, a spear in their right hand, and a sword hung on the saddle on the left.
The rumbling sounds of the horses galloping shook the air. Qin Wentian turned his head back and looked at the place he had lived in for over ten years. His face was filled with determination, and a tear could be seen on it. This would be the last time he would cry. Today was the day of the Yearly Sacrifice. After today, he would truly be 16 years old. From then onwards, he would become an iron-blooded martial artist. There would only be blood, no tears.
The cold wind brushed past their faces, bringing with it a sense of desolation. Qin Wentian and the rest were madly sprinting towards the west. However, in the midst of the bustling streets ahead, several silhouettes suddenly appeared from both sides of the street. Upon seeing the people in the lead, the members of the Qin Clan all had expressions of rage on their faces.
The old man from the Ye Clan, Ye Mo, Ye Lang, as well as the clan leader of the Bai Clan, Bai Qingsong. Evidently, the Bai Clan had joined in the encirclement of the Qin Clan.
The guards didn't have the slightest intention to stop. The cavalrymen clamped onto their long spears, instantly retrieving the horned bow on their backs. Three arrows were nocked on the bowstrings at the same time, and without exception, all of them shot three arrows at the same time. This was especially so for the few at the very front. Their arrows shone with resplendent Astral light, bringing with it a terrifying whistling sound that caused the air to tremble. From this, one could see how terrifying the might of the arrows were.
"Puff, puff, puff …" One arrow after another accurately pierced through the throats of several people, passing through their throats like lightning and continuing to move forward.
"KILL!" Qin He coldly snorted. He knew the combat prowess of this group of guards. They were all elites, and there was even a Yuanfu Realm cultivator among them that could contend against Ye Mo.
Qin Wentian also urged his horse forward. He took the spear from his back and held it in his hand. The power of the stars flowed through his arm and into the spear. Suddenly, the spear was like his own arm.
Fresh blood blossomed in front of them, appearing even more bewitching under the illumination of the sunlight. Qin He and Qin Ye both released their Astral Souls, instantly engaging in combat with Ye Lang's bodyguards, while a group of knights rushed towards Qin Wentian and the rest.
A long spear suddenly pierced towards Qin Wentian's throat. It was fast, accurate, and the whistling wind turned into a sharp killing intent, blowing on Qin Wentian's body. At this moment, he had no fear, only calmness. His eyes were as bright as the stars, and the long spear in his hand pierced out at the same time, colliding with the tip of the opponent's long spear.
"Peng!" The terrifying force of the collision directly jolted the opponent's arm, causing the long spear to fly out of his hand. Yet Qin Wentian's long spear was like a hot knife cutting through butter. His opponent's spear didn't even have enough time to fall out of his grasp, and directly pierced into his opponent's throat. The warhorse carried Qin Wentian's body as it continued forward. He released his grip, and when he once again grabbed hold of the long spear, the long spear had pierced through his opponent's throat.
In front of Qin Wentian, Ye Lang's sharp claws directly grabbed onto the head of a guard. Exerting some force, the guard fell from the back of his horse. His head was split open, and there was no longer any signs of life. Ye Lang's baleful eyes were filled with a wild aura, as he stared at Qin Wentian with contempt. The corners of his mouth curled up, as though he was provoking Qin Wentian.
"Next year, today will be the death anniversary of your Qin Clan. And because of the crime of betrayal, Qin Wu and Qin Chuan will be beheaded in front of millions of people in the Royal Capital." Ye Lang coldly stated. After which, he pointed his finger at Qin Yao, who was still engaged in battle. "Leave that woman alive, I want to enjoy her slowly."
Qin Yao, who was humiliated, was distracted for a moment, and was almost hit by her opponent.
Qin Wentian coldly glanced at Ye Lang, before turning his horse around and galloping away.
"Fleeing?" The contempt on Ye Lang's face grew even more pronounced. Today, they had prepared an inescapable net for the Qin Clan. Since this group of people had chosen this path, how could they let them leave alive?
The warhorse that Ye Lang was sitting on also galloped forward, chasing after Qin Wentian. Only to hear Ye Lang say, "Don't let anyone interfere with my plans. His life is mine."
In the inns and restaurants on both sides of the street, countless people were watching the battle, and their hearts were filled with shock.
"That person just now was Qin Wentian of the Qin Clan. I heard that he was trash in the past, but who would have thought that on the day of the examination, he would amaze the world with a single brilliant feat. He actually has such terrifying talent, and his combat prowess is already so strong."
"So what? The person chasing him is Ye Lang, the genius of the Ye Clan, and the disciple of Commander Asura. This time, Qin Wentian will definitely die."
Many people sighed. In just a short moment, Qin Wentian and Ye Lang had already reached the other end of the street. The terrain there was wide and open, and it was extremely suitable for combat. As long as one stood on a high vantage point, they would be able to see that side of the street. At this moment, under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Qin Wentian stopped his warhorse and turned around, facing Ye Lang who was chasing after him.
"Buzz!" The long spear in Qin Wentian's hands shot out, bringing with it a strong gust of wind, directly aiming for the silhouette that was madly dashing towards him. However, it wasn't aimed at Ye Lang, but rather at the warhorse that Ye Lang was sitting on. With the speed and inertia of the warhorse, it was impossible for Qin Wentian to dodge.
Puchi sounds rang out as the long spear directly pierced through the warhorse's skull. The warhorse let out a mournful wail, while Ye Lang's body soared up into the air, akin to a great roc spreading its wings, as he lunged towards Qin Wentian. Although he was only at the Body Refinement Realm, and it was impossible for him to soar through the air, he was still able to rely on his immense strength.
Not only that, Ye Lang's Astral Soul was that of a wolf. The leaping ability of a wolf was extremely powerful. At this moment, Ye Lang was akin to a demonic wolf, his sharp claws directly clawed towards Qin Wentian, as a dark glow emanated from his eyes.
It wasn't suitable for Qin Wentian to exert his strength on a warhorse, and he could only step on the saddle, leaping backwards. Ye Lang's sharp claws directly clawed into the warhorse's skull, and the terrifying strength of his attack instantly caused the warhorse to fall to the ground. The two of them, having lost their mounts, faced each other head-on.
Ye Lang licked the traces of blood at the corner of his mouth, as he stared at Qin Wentian, as though he was looking at a dead man.
"An ordinary cultivator at the 9th level of the Body Refinement Realm would have a strength equivalent to 81 bulls, while Ye Lang is a Stellar Martial Cultivator at the peak of the Body Refinement Realm. His Astral Souls and techniques would be amplified, allowing Ye Lang to easily unleash a strength equivalent to over 100 bulls." Qin Wentian was incomparably calm. This time around, he had lured Ye Lang here, so he couldn't give his opponent even the slightest chance to retaliate.
Nine silver needles appeared in Qin Wentian's hands. Without any hesitation, he accurately pierced the needles into nine different acupoints on his body. In an instant, he could feel his potential being stimulated unceasingly, and the feeling of his entire body brimming with power made him want to let out a long howl.
With regards to the acupuncture techniques taught to him by Uncle Black, Qin Wentian had long since understood them like the back of his hand. This acupuncture technique that could stimulate one's latent potential had never been used before, because it had a side effect. But this time around, he definitely had to kill the person in front of him.
"What a pity, you won't be able to witness the destruction of the Qin Clan, as well as the scene of your elder sister Qin Yao becoming my plaything." Ye Lang laughed malevolently as he advanced, releasing his Demonic Wolf Astral Soul. He had no intentions of holding back, and would use the most brutal and tyrannical strength to kill his opponent, not giving Qin Wentian any chance to retaliate.
The last time they fought, Qin Wentian's all-out attack was extremely powerful, but even so, he wouldn't give his opponent any chance to retaliate. This was self-confidence, confidence in his own strength.
Qin Wentian stared at Ye Lang, who was advancing step by step, as he similarly released his Heavenly Hammer Astral Soul. The faint golden radiance of the Heavenly Hammer Astral Soul was extremely dazzling, causing the spectators in the distance to involuntarily exclaim in shock. This was a battle between genius Stellar Martial Cultivators.
"Bzzz!" Ye Lang's silhouette left behind a series of afterimages. The spectators saw a terrifying black-colored demonic wolf pouncing towards Qin Wentian, so fast that it was suffocating.
At this moment, Qin Wentian was so quiet that it was terrifying. With his acute senses, he could feel Ye Lang rapidly approaching him. That terrifying ice-cold Qi gushed over, as though it wanted to tear him into pieces. Qin Wentian finally moved, and his Astral Soul wavered. His arms, akin to a heavenly hammer, blasted out, transforming into the silhouette of a terrifying dragon. The tyrannical combination of the Heavenly Hammer Astral Soul and the Dragon Subduing Fist exuded a terrifying pressure.
"Heavenly Wolf Claw!"
Ye Lang blasted out a terrifying attack. The sharpness of his claws could even shatter boulders and shatter small hills. How could a body of flesh and blood withstand such an attack?
"Nine Heavenly Dragon Roar!"
This was the second time the two of them collided, and it could be said that this was their strongest attack. With a rumbling sound, Qin Wentian felt as though his fists were being torn apart, while Ye Lang felt an incomparably tyrannical force transmitted from his palms to his arms, wanting to shatter his arms, and even penetrate into his body.
"Boom!"
A terrifying force directly jolted Ye Lang's body, causing him to be flung through the air before slamming heavily onto the ground, coughing out a mouthful of fresh blood.
After his breakthrough, Qin Wentian's strength increased explosively by another level. The 7th level of the Body Refinement Realm was equivalent to the strength of 49 bulls. His Astral Body Refinement Realm was at the 5th Heavenly Layer, in addition to the augmentation of his Astral Souls, as well as the technique to stimulate his latent potential, the strength of this strike was extremely terrifying.
This strike also exhausted half of the strength within Qin Wentian's body. He didn't use his full strength like the previous time, because if he did, he would lose his combat prowess. But even so, this strike caused Ye Lang to be gravely injured.
After all, Ye Lang was the same as the majority of Wu Xiu's. Before he condensed his Astral Souls, he had already started to cultivate the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth to refine his body. His physique was incomparable to Qin Wentian's, and the amplification of his Astral Souls was naturally much weaker.
Of course, Qin Wentian wasn't in a good state either. He retreated several steps before he could stabilize himself, but he didn't pause for even a moment. Like a wild beast, he trampled on the ground, pouncing towards Ye Lang.
Ye Lang's countenance stiffened, as his countenance turned even colder. In the blink of an eye, he leapt up. Qin Wentian's violent fist was akin to a gigantic mountain pressing down on him, giving him no time to evade. He could only forcefully clash head-on with Qin Wentian.
"Peng!" Ye Lang, who had hastily gathered his strength, was once again flung through the air. After suffering two consecutive heavy injuries, his blood and Qi were unable to calm down, and he unceasingly spat out mouthfuls of blood. His countenance was deathly pale, but when he raised his head, he saw a pair of eyes filled with killing intent staring straight at him. For the first time, Ye Lang felt the fear of death. His entire body was filled with a chill, extremely cold, extremely cold.
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