As the sound of Qin Wentian's voice faded, Bailu Tong faintly glanced at him, "Qin Wentian, it's a good thing that you're hot-blooded and don't fear death. However, there are many times when there are better choices to be made. Why must you choose the path of death for the sake of venting your anger? No matter what, you are a guest of the White Deer Institute. If you are willing to hand over the ancient scroll to the Institute, I'm sure the other Grandmasters won't continue to make things difficult for you."
Bailu Tong's countenance was calm, as though he was thinking for Qin Wentian's sake. However, he chose to speak only now, one could very well imagine his intentions. The countenances of those Grandmasters all changed as they silently cursed at this old fox.
"Senior, you worry too much. Junior is still young, how would I want to die?" Qin Wentian calmly replied. Handing over the ancient scroll to Bailu Tong? Taking it for himself would be more appropriate.
"Oh?" Bailu Tong's countenance flickered before he smiled, "Since this is the case, I won't try to persuade you any further."
After speaking, he closed his eyes, as though he was prepared to accept the actions of these Grandmasters.
The high-nosed Old Liang, Eccentric Song, the black-faced middle-aged man and the rest exchanged glances, as hints of laughter could be seen flickering in their eyes. The high-nosed Old Liang stared at Qin Wentian, his sunken eyes narrowed as he sinisterly stated, "The ancient scroll of the Ascendant naturally belongs to the strongest. Since a junior like you wants to take it for yourself, only death awaits you."
As the sound of his voice faded, three protectors stepped out, moving towards Qin Wentian.
"I've said it before, take one more step and you will die." Qin Wentian stared at the three protectors, his eyes flashing with a golden light. Instantly, the three protectors felt their heads shuddering, as though they were struck by a powerful attack. Instantly, the will of their Mandates gushed forth, as a pressure as heavy as a mountain gushed forth.
One of the protectors grabbed out with his palm, and instantly, a gigantic blood-colored palm the size of a mountain appeared in the air, causing Qin Wentian's blood to flow unimpeded.
"BOOM!" That blood-colored gigantic palm slammed down, causing an explosive sound to ring out. Just when everyone thought that Qin Wentian had died, they only saw Qin Wentian still standing there with a smile on his face, calmly looking at them.
"Hmm?" Those Divine Inscriptionists all frowned, they could feel that Qin Wentian's body was gradually turning blurry, as though he wasn't a corporeal entity. Although he was right in front of them, he didn't seem to have a body of flesh and blood.
Fenrir rubbed his chin as a faint smile appeared on his face. Divine Inscriptionists all had their own specialties. Some were proficient in Divine Inscriptions, some were proficient in formations, some were proficient in weaponsmithing, and some were proficient in the art of puppetry.
Although both of them were fourth-ranked Grandmasters, the disparity in their attainments in all aspects could be immense. Fenrir was extremely proficient in Divine Inscriptions, as well as Divine Inscriptions Formations. Not only that, as a Heavenly Dipper Sovereign, his perception was exceedingly sharp. He had long since discovered that there was a grand formation inscribed by Qin Wentian here.
This formation was an illusory formation, where the illusory and real coexisted. This illusory formation was a fourth-ranked formation.
Not only that, what made Fenrir even more astonished was that this fourth-ranked illusory formation had no offensive capabilities. Hence, the illusory energy contained within it was extremely powerful, making it extremely difficult to see through. Hence, the other fourth-ranked Grandmasters didn't even notice the existence of this fourth-ranked illusory formation. They also didn't realize that the true purpose of this fourth-ranked illusory formation was to conceal the Divine Inscriptions within.
Those Divine Inscriptions could be activated at the slightest touch. Fenrir couldn't help but break out in cold sweat for these so-called fourth-ranked Grandmasters.
How much determination did Qin Wentian have today?
"Illusory formation?" Those Grandmasters weren't mediocre characters. At this moment, they could also tell that there was an extremely well-hidden illusory formation in this place.
"Old Song." The sharp-nosed Old Liang stared at the esteemed Old Song with a questioning expression on his face. Old Song was someone who had dabbled in the art of formations.
Old Song was frowning as he narrowed his eyes. An ominous feeling welled up in his heart.
He had dabbled in the Dao of Formations, and now that there was an illusory formation hidden in front of him, he actually couldn't see through it.
This was sufficient to cause him to be on high alert. Staring at the smiling young man in front of him, Old Song continued, "Don't worry, this formation is illusory, we can't attack it. Kill him."
"Kill." The sharp-nosed Old Liang spat out another command upon hearing Old Song's words. The three experts dashed forwards, aiming for Qin Wentian's silhouette. Regardless of whether his opponent was real or illusory, they would still destroy him.
However, at this moment, a terrifying whistling sound abruptly rang out. The eyes of the three experts narrowed as they stared at the ground beneath their feet. Over there, a resplendent light suddenly flashed. That was the glow of Divine Inscriptions.
"Xiu, xiu, xiu …" The terrifying whistling sound of swords instantly transformed into an ear-piercing sound. The three experts only saw tens of thousands of sword Qi converging together to form a spiraling tempest that swept towards them. The might of the tempest formed by tens of thousands of sword Qi was extremely terrifying. It was akin to a meat grinder, capable of annihilating everything in its path. They instantly soared into the air, wanting to evade it.
"BOOM!" All of a sudden, a sound reverberated through the air. Another resplendent Divine Inscription lit up beneath their feet. They only felt that there was a force of millions of kilograms pulling at their feet. Their entire bodies were incomparably heavy, and they were actually unable to rise into the air.
In an extremely short instant, the spiraling tempest formed by the sword Qi revolved around the three of them, enveloping them within.
Expressions of terror could be seen on the faces of the three experts as they howled in rage, "NO …!"
Their bodies trembled violently, as despair could be seen in their eyes. The spiraling tempest that enveloped them was definitely an attack at the pinnacle of Yuanfu, and right now, it was engulfing them.
"SAVE ME!" One of them screamed in a frenzy, as he turned his head and stared at the sharp-nosed Old Liang. The look of despair in his eyes caused the hearts of those who saw it to tremble.
"STOP!" The sharp-nosed Old Liang roared in rage. However, the spiraling tempest formed by the sword Qi had completely engulfed the three experts. The whistling sound of the sword Qi continued, and occasionally, a drop of crimson blood would splatter out. When the tempest finally calmed down, there was nothing left in that direction.
The three experts at the pinnacle of Yuanfu vanished like smoke, vanishing from the vision of the spectators.
The countenances of the spectators were all extremely unsightly. There were so many Grandmasters here, yet three of them had been killed by Qin Wentian using the Dao of Divine Inscriptions.
Their gazes turned to Qin Wentian who was still standing there. Only now did they realize that this young man wasn't as weak as they had imagined.
"Fourth-ranked Grandmaster?" Qin Wentian stared at the sharp-nosed Old Liang, as a mocking light flashed in his eyes. "Do you dare to break my Divine Inscriptions?"
Old Liang's countenance was extremely unsightly to behold. He turned his head and glanced at Eccentric Song, only to see Eccentric Song narrowing her eyes in contemplation.
"Earlier, the Divine Inscriptions were concealed by his illusory formation, and it's true that the formation didn't have any offensive capabilities. Those three experts died to the hidden Divine Inscriptions. I'm sure you've already seen it, and it wasn't just a single peak-tier, third-ranked Divine Inscriptions. Qin Wentian had long since prepared for this. Their deaths were all worth it."
Eccentric Song calmly stated, while Old Liang's countenance turned ashen.
Was this considered using his protectors to probe Qin Wentian's strength?
This old fart was truly scheming and farsighted.
"Is that so? Since you've already found out, does Grandmaster want to test it out?" Qin Wentian indifferently stated to Eccentric Song. Eccentric Song stroked his beard as he laughed, "Just a mere third-ranked Divine Inscription, there's no need for me to act personally. Ghaus, you go and break it."
Qin Wentian laughed, letting Ghaus break it?
"Old fox." Ghaus cursed in his heart when he heard Eccentric Song's words. Although he was extremely unhappy with Qin Wentian, he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart when he saw the scene earlier. He knew that it would be extremely dangerous for him to break the Divine Inscription.
The other Grandmasters didn't reply, they merely watched on calmly. At this moment, their hearts were filled with bewilderment. That illusory formation could even fool their eyes. Was it really a third-ranked formation?
However, they would rather believe that there were some unique formations that could hide it perfectly, preventing them from seeing through it. If not, if it was a fourth-ranked formation, then …
However, they felt that they were worrying too much. How could it be so easy to break through from the third-ranked to the fourth-ranked? How old was Qin Wentian? It was impossible. Without at least ten years of accumulation, it would be impossible.
"The inheritance of the Ascendant is truly powerful." Bailu You faintly commented. Momentarily, the eyes of the crowd brightened. That's right, Qin Wentian must have comprehended a powerful formation from the ancient scroll of the Ascendant, causing them to be unable to see through it.
"Ghaus, speed up." The black-faced middle-aged man turned his gaze onto Ghaus as he coldly stated, "If you kill this brat, we will not mistreat you."
Ghaus's countenance was extremely unsightly to behold, but he still nodded his head. Numerous Puppets appeared before him, and he followed behind them as they advanced towards Qin Wentian.
"KILL!" Ghaus spat out a single word. Momentarily, the Puppets frenziedly dashed out, while he himself stood there motionlessly. Although the killing intent radiating from him was extremely sharp, he was still extremely cautious.
Abruptly, the ground beneath the illusory formation lit up with a resplendent radiance as a terrifying aura radiated forth.
A terrifying great roc appeared in the air, lunging towards the Puppets. Ghaus stared at the Divine Inscription in front of him, as his perception gushed out, his eyes gleaming with sharpness.
"This Divine Inscription is extremely easy to break. Ghaus, why are you still not moving forward?" The black-faced middle-aged man coldly stated. Ghaus nodded his head, it wasn't difficult to break the Divine Inscription in front of him. His steps were extremely slow, as he maintained his vigilance.
However, when he took the third step, before he could even get close to the Divine Inscription, another Divine Inscription lit up beneath his feet. It was unknown how many Divine Inscriptions were hidden within this formation.
"Bzzz!" A whistling sound rang out from below. Ghaus's countenance instantly paled. He was walking on the Divine Inscription, yet he didn't even notice the Divine Inscription beneath his feet.
"Puchi …" A terrifying long spear pierced through Ghaus's body, nailing him to the ground. Ghaus's eyes were still wide open as he stared at Qin Wentian. Regret could be seen flickering in his eyes. Why did he have to come here today? Why did he have to be so talkative?
Only to see Qin Wentian waving his hands, as a surge of flames gushed forth, engulfing Ghaus's body, incinerating his corpse. At the same time, Qin Wentian kept the ownerless Puppets. Now, these Puppets belonged to him.
The various Divine Inscriptionists stood there, their countenances ashen. The formation of this Empyrean was simply too powerful, to be able to conceal the third-ranked Divine Inscription so perfectly. Even Ghaus, a peak-tier third-ranked Divine Inscriptionist, was killed by stepping on it.
"Fourth-ranked Divine Inscriptionists?" Qin Wentian stared at those who didn't dare to take the risk. He coldly laughed, "All of you are already so old, yet you still have some attainments in the Dao of Divine Inscriptions. What a bunch of trash, how pitiful!"
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