Leng Mao's countenance turned ashen. He clenched his fists so tightly that cracking sounds could be heard.
After paying such a huge price and giving so many benefits to Yan Tie, what did their Leng Clan gain in the end?
Yan Tie was dead.
For the sake of a few slots, they had sacrificed Leng Ning, shouldered the curse of infamy, and even offended Qin Wentian. And now, Qin Wentian had used Divine Inscriptions to defeat Yan Tie.
What did this mean? The Leng Clan was like a joke.
"Well done." At this moment, a voice rang out from the direction of the Leng Clan. It was none other than Leng Ning's father. When he saw Qin Wentian killing Yan Tie, he felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart. After Leng Ning's death, he knew that as her father, he had let her down.
Leng Mao coldly glanced at him. Leng Jian barked, "You, shut up!"
"Me, shut up?" Leng Ning's father coldly laughed, "Back then, who was the one who gave the order to kill my daughter, Leng Ning, and to give up on Qin Wentian? After which, they did everything they could to curry favor with Yan Tie. Now that Yan Tie is dead, Qin Wentian will be the one to receive the slot.
Leng Jian's face was ashen. Feeling the sharp gazes of the elders above him, his heart trembled. Such a scandal had occurred, and they had paid such a huge price. Who would bear the responsibility for this matter?
Leng Mao was an elder, so he would definitely be fine. But what about him, Leng Jian?
The gazes of the crowd all turned to Qin Wentian.
At this moment, Qin Wentian's aura was as cold as ever. His killing intent permeated the air as he stared in the direction of the Yan Clan. A violent aura gushed forth from him, and everyone could feel the coldness radiating from him.
"The next one is you." Qin Wentian pointed his finger at Yan Kong. In an instant, Yan Kong felt as though his entire body had been plunged into an icy abyss. Qin Wentian's words were akin to an announcement of his death. Qin Wentian's gaze was like a sharp sword piercing through his heart.
Thinking of the psychological trauma caused by Qin Wentian the last two times, his body trembled slightly. The fear was extremely strong.
He was truly afraid of Qin Wentian. Qin Wentian was like a curtain of darkness that enveloped him, causing him to be unable to see the light.
"He killed Uncle! Kill him! Kill him!" Yan Kong's body trembled as he pointed at Qin Wentian. He then turned his gaze onto the members of the Yan Clan, only to see them all coldly staring at him, causing Yan Kong's heart to tremble violently.
"You're the one who caused this?" An old man glared at Yan Kong as though he wanted to tear Yan Kong apart. He had heard that Yan Kong and Qin Wentian had a grudge against each other. After which, Yan Kong brought Yan Tie's son to kill Qin Wentian, resulting in the death of Yan Tie's son. After which, Yan Tie's rage grew and he forced the death of a woman that Qin Wentian loved, resulting in the enmity between them.
Initially, they didn't care about it. But now that Yan Tie was dead, the Yan Clan was no longer fated to participate in this trial.
All of this was because of Yan Kong. He even caused a genius Divine Inscriptionist to view the Yan Clan with hatred. And this genius Divine Inscriptionist was backed by the White Deer Institute.
"From today onwards, Yan Kong shall be expelled from the Yan Clan. His life and death have nothing to do with the Yan Clan." That old man coldly stated. In an instant, Yan Kong felt his mind going blank as his vision turned blank.
The Yan Clan expelled him from the clan?
What was this?
Without the Yan Clan, he would die. Qin Wentian would definitely not spare him.
"Father." Yan Kong turned his gaze onto his father, only to hear the old man continuing, "If you want to help him, follow him to the afterlife."
Yan Kong's father paled as he glanced at Qin Wentian. He understood that the elders of the Yan Clan would only consider their own interests when making decisions.
Now that Yan Tie was dead, there was no longer any meaning in seeking revenge. So what if they killed Qin Wentian? They would only offend the White Deer Institute. There was no benefit to them at all.
What should they do in such a situation?
Give up on Yan Kong and cut all ties with him. This way, no matter how much Qin Wentian hated Yan Kong, he wouldn't be able to direct his hatred towards the Yan Clan. As long as Qin Wentian was a little smarter, he would know that the Yan Clan had the intention of sacrificing Yan Kong.
"Father." Yan Kong's eyes turned red when he saw his father not speaking.
Back then, they forced the Leng Clan to sacrifice Leng Ning. Now, the Yan Clan wanted to sacrifice him?
"Yan Kong." At this moment, a cold voice rang out. Yan Kong turned his head, only to see Qin Wentian standing in the air, exuding an intense killing intent. Yan Kong's countenance instantly paled.
"Retribution. Today, you shall die as well." Qin Wentian flicked his finger, and in an instant, a torrent of sword intent gushed forth. Yan Kong only felt a towering sword intent locking onto his body. He soared up into the air, yet the sword light pierced right through him. Piercing sounds rang out as Yan Kong's body fell from the air.
Yan Kong, dead.
"Let's go." The elder from the Yan Clan flicked his sleeves and departed.
The body of Yan Kong's father trembled as he walked to the side of Yan Kong. Lifting his head, he coldly glanced at Qin Wentian before following the members of the Yan Clan and departing the area.
Qin Wentian understood that the Yan Clan hated him, but they weren't willing to form an enmity with him. Yan Kong's father hated him even more, but the Yan Clan wouldn't allow him to seek revenge.
This was the result of the talent and strength he had displayed.
The actions of the Yan Clan had greatly affected the Leng Clan. They were pondering how they should handle this matter.
Qin Wentian's hatred for the Leng Clan was definitely not any weaker than his hatred for the Yan Clan. They were the ones who forced Leng Ning to her death.
Qin Wentian's silhouette flickered as he returned to his original location. When Qin Wentian killed Yan Tie and Yan Kong, the Li Clan's three brothers and the youth from the Demon Cult hadn't interfered. They had personally witnessed the power of Qin Wentian's Divine Inscriptions, and could sense how terrifying they were. Naturally, they were more than willing to exhaust Qin Wentian.
However, at this moment, the Li Clan's three brothers and the youth from the Demon Cult already had an ominous feeling in their hearts. Qin Wentian's performance in the third round, in addition to his miraculous perception during the first round, had already placed him as the number one ranker in the heart of Grandmaster Fenrir.
Not only that, the White Deer Institute didn't only have Qin Wentian, they also had Ghaus and Bailu Yi. Even the weakest among them, Bailu Yi, was extremely powerful.
Even if there was some internal strife, it wouldn't be able to mask the overall strength of the White Deer Institute. If Qin Wentian really joined forces with Ghaus, the White Deer Institute would have long since been defeated.
"Not bad, you are much stronger compared to that old man Ghaus. What a joke, he was still boasting shamelessly earlier." The Li Clan's eldest brother stared at Qin Wentian, admiration in his eyes. Such a young peak-tier third-ranked Divine Inscriptionist was truly impressive. Not to mention, the perception he had displayed during the first round was truly shocking.
Ghaus's countenance turned ashen when he heard this. Earlier, when Qin Wentian had displayed his prowess in the Dao of Divine Inscriptions, his countenance had already turned extremely ugly.
His words were too arrogant.
"Senior, please guide me." Qin Wentian calmly stared at the Li Clan's three brothers, the coldness radiating from his body retracted by several degrees. Yan Tie and Yan Kong had already died. Next, it was time for him to obtain the number one ranking for the White Deer Institute.
"Haha, just call me Uncle Li. We don't deserve the title of 'Senior'. The younger generation will surpass us in time. Let me take a look at your prowess in Divine Inscriptions." The Li Clan's eldest brother was in an extremely good mood when he heard Qin Wentian addressing him as' Senior '. His tone was also much more polite.
This was how humans were. If others respected them, they would return the respect. Naturally, this was built on the basis that both parties were equal. If it weren't for the fact that Qin Wentian had displayed his prowess, the Li Clan's three brothers wouldn't have been so polite to him.
Qin Wentian nodded his head lightly. Stepping forward, he waved his palms as a terrifying sword intent gushed forth once more. Millions upon millions of sharp swords frenziedly slashed out.
The Li Clan's three brothers floated in the air as their three flood dragons blasted out, colliding with the millions upon millions of sharp swords.
The swords and flood dragons intertwined in a frenzy, as violent roars reverberated through the air. The sound of the swords whistling through the air was exceptionally ear-piercing, as the air currents around them grew even more violent. Qin Wentian stepped forward, his finger unceasingly pointing forward, as though with him as the center, countless resplendent gigantic swords erupted forth, with no end in sight.
Finally, a roar rang out as one of the flood dragons was destroyed by the swords.
"Haha, well done, I concede." The Li Clan's eldest brother laughed heroically. Qin Wentian waved his palms as the Sword Qi dissipated. "Uncle Li's Divine Inscriptions are powerful, I'm only slightly better than you."
"Don't be so humble, there are three of us while you are the only one. Not only that, we are several tens of years younger than you, we are not even qualified to be your disciples." The Li Clan's eldest brother waved his hands as he laughed, "We three brothers will definitely be friends with you, don't look down on us."
A smile also appeared on Qin Wentian's face. After which, the Li Clan's eldest brother turned his gaze onto the young man from the Demon Cult as he stated, "You are so young as well, what a blow to my confidence. Let's give it a try."
"Right." The young man from the Demon Cult nodded his head. After which, the gigantic python formed from Divine Inscriptions lunged forth, clashing against the two remaining flood dragons. After a series of frenzied clashes, the young man from the Demon Cult was defeated. Ultimately, his Divine Inscriptions were still a notch weaker than the young man from the Demon Cult.
Qin Wentian killed Yan Tie and defeated the three brothers from the Li Clan, while the Divine Inscriptions of the three brothers defeated the young man from the Demon Cult. The rankings were already set in stone.
"What a twist in the road." The large-eyed elder laughed uproariously. He initially thought that the White Deer Institute wouldn't be able to obtain first place, but who would have thought that Qin Wentian would give him such a pleasant surprise.
"This young man isn't bad." The old man beside the large-eyed elder spoke. All of a sudden, his heart trembled as he exchanged a glance with the large-eyed elder. After which, their gazes shifted to Fenrir who was floating in the air.
Grandmaster Fenrir had also said that this young man wasn't bad.
From the looks of it, it was obvious who this young man was referring to.
A smile appeared on Grandmaster Fenrir's face as he nodded his head. "The results of this exchange can be considered as satisfactory. The White Deer Institute naturally obtained first place, the Watermoon Mountain Villa obtained second, and the Demon Cult obtained third."
The result of Grandmaster Fenrir's announcement was already within the expectations of the spectators. Some were disappointed, some were shocked, and some were happy.
Bailu Yi, on the other hand, was extremely happy.
The White Deer Institute had obtained first place. Not only that, it was because of Qin Wentian. How could she be happy?
Ghaus's countenance was extremely ugly to behold. He had arrogantly said that he wanted Qin Wentian to give him an explanation. But now, did Qin Wentian even need to give him an explanation?
"Haha, Ghaus, let me give you a word of advice. In this exchange, what use does the White Deer Institute have for you?" The voice of the Li Clan's eldest brother drifted over, his words extremely piercing to Ghaus's ears. These were the words he had given to Qin Wentian, but now, it was more appropriate to use them on him. What use did they have for him?
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