Qin Wentian wasn't polite at all, insulting all the grandmaster-level characters in front of him, as though he wanted to incite their anger.
Who were these people? Usually, no matter where they went, they would always be treated as esteemed guests.
Today, they were being pointed at by a young man, how could they not be embarrassed?
However, they didn't reply, nor did any of them act out in anger. Earlier, they forced Ghaus to step forward because they wanted him to probe Qin Wentian's strength.
They didn't feel the slightest bit of pity for Ghaus's death. At the very least, they knew that this illusory formation was extremely mysterious. Beneath it, there were many fatal Divine Inscriptions. Although they were only third-ranked Divine Inscriptions, as long as they were hidden there, they wouldn't be able to sense them. No matter how high their attainments in the Dao of Divine Inscriptions were, stepping into the formation would be extremely dangerous.
Which of these people weren't old fellows who had lived for more than half a century? Facing such a situation, they would naturally be extremely cautious.
It didn't matter if others died, but their own lives were extremely precious. Even if Qin Wentian wanted to infuriate them, it wouldn't work.
"Young man, what a heavy baleful aura." Eccentric Song stroked his beard as he coldly continued, "However, even if you have the ancient scroll of the Ascendant, do you think you have the qualifications to be so arrogant in front of us?"
"Earlier, we already gave you a chance, but who would have thought that you would be so obstinate. A fourth-ranked Grandmaster would personally inscribe Divine Inscriptions to kill you. How can you withstand that?"
As Eccentric Song spoke, he glanced at the others, causing smiles to appear on their faces.
Old ginger was spicier than young ginger. Why would they bother to break Qin Wentian's formation? They could directly inscribe Divine Inscriptions to kill Qin Wentian. It would be as easy as flipping their palms.
"How thick-skinned." Bailu Yi couldn't help but laugh when she saw that a group of fourth-ranked Grandmasters didn't even dare to break the formation.
What made her even more speechless was that they didn't dare to break the formation, and instead wanted to inscribe Divine Inscriptions to kill Qin Wentian. Such an action was simply a humiliation, yet these old fellows didn't seem to have the slightest bit of self-awareness.
With regards to Bailu Yi's voice, these people chose to ignore it.
"Old Liang, this brat killed your protector. Inscribe a Divine Inscription to kill him. Old Liang, you should be the one to do it." The black-faced middle-aged man turned his gaze onto Old Liang, causing Old Liang to frown. After which, the black-faced middle-aged man continued, "I'll get the puppets to protect you."
This dark-faced middle-aged man had refined quite a few peak third-tier puppets. He wanted to refine fourth-tier puppets, and the Empyrean's ancient scroll was his chance.
"I will carve an array to protect you." Elder Song nodded at Elder Liang. Elder Liang pondered for a moment before nodding.
At this moment, Qin Wentian also understood. There were many people here today, but other than Fenrir, there were only three fourth-ranked Grandmasters in front of him. Not only that, there was also a Heavenly Dipper Sovereign who hadn't spoken since the start. Who knew if he was a fourth-ranked Grandmaster or not?
He and Wind Valley were the most powerful people here. Elder Song and the others were probably quite afraid of him and had not allowed him to do anything.
As for the others, they should be their disciples or protectors. Qin Wentian wondered if there were any fourth-ranked Grandmasters among them.
Old Liang warily took a step forward, his sunken eyes staring at Qin Wentian. He no longer dared to treat Qin Wentian as an ordinary third-ranked Grandmaster.
Seeing the actions of these people, Qin Wentian laughed, "I, Qin, shall wait for you all to break the array."
After speaking, he sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes, as though everything that happened in the outside world had nothing to do with him.
"This brat is extremely crafty, Old Liang, don't fall for his tricks." The black-faced middle-aged man summoned his Puppet to protect Old Liang.
Old Liang took a few steps forward, releasing his perception to the maximum. With a stomp of his foot, numerous runic inscriptions manifested on the ground. This fourth-ranked Grandmaster was starting to inscribe Divine Inscriptions.
Although Old Liang was inscribing the Divine Inscriptions, he didn't dare to move forward. Instead, he maintained a certain distance from Qin Wentian.
Not long after, the Divine Inscriptions Old Liang was inscribing exuded a powerful might. As an experienced fourth-ranked Grandmaster, he only needed two hours to inscribe a complete fourth-ranked attack-type Divine Inscription.
The moment the Divine Inscription was completed, it would be the time of Qin Wentian's death.
An hour passed, yet Qin Wentian's eyes were still closed in meditation. Old Liang inclined his head and glanced at him as a sinister light flickered in his eyes. This brat was just sitting there, waiting for his death.
After that, he lowered his head and continued inscribing the Divine Inscription. The might contained within the Divine Inscription grew stronger and stronger.
"How slow." Qin Wentian murmured. After which, he slammed his palms onto the ground, and instantly, his entire body transformed into a blur as he dashed forward. With a thunderous boom, two Jiao Dragons appeared in front of him, howling with rage. Old Liang's countenance stiffened, only to see the black-faced middle-aged man coldly snorting as his Puppet rushed forward, preparing to block the Jiao Dragons.
"BOOM!" Qin Wentian took another step forward, as numerous terrifying arrows pierced through the air, directly locking onto Old Liang.
Old Liang stepped out as a shield of Divine Inscriptions appeared in front of him. After which, he saw that Qin Wentian was actually standing in the maw of a demonic dragon. The demonic dragon roared forward, while the Jiao Dragons on the left and right acted as his protectors, forcing the black-faced middle-aged man's Puppet into retreat.
The terrifying claws of the demonic dragon lashed out, forcing Old Liang to retreat. With a loud cracking sound, the shield of light shattered, and Qin Wentian slammed his palms onto the ground.
"IMPUDENT!" The black-faced middle-aged man roared, as a long spear of darkness appeared in his hands. His silhouette flickered as he dashed forward, the spear abruptly pierced out. Instantly, the black dragon within the spear howled in rage, exuding a terrifying might. It was as though he had been waiting for this attack.
Blasting out a peak-tier third-ranked attack, this spear of darkness should be close to a fourth-ranked Divine Weapon.
Qin Wentian abruptly turned and walked back, while the demonic dragon continued forward, colliding head-on with the black-faced middle-aged man's attack, causing a terrifying sound of destruction to echo out.
The light of the demonic dragon was destroyed, yet Qin Wentian had already returned to his original location. Old Liang's countenance was incomparably ashen, the Divine Inscriptions he painstakingly inscribed were completely destroyed by Qin Wentian's earlier attack. It was as though Qin Wentian had long since thought of how to destroy his incomplete Divine Inscriptions. With a single strike, all his hard work had gone up in smoke.
"Everyone, there's no need to hide anymore. Let's use our own methods to kill this brat." The black-faced middle-aged man wielded the long spear in his hands as he coldly spoke. After which, he slashed out with his spear once more, causing the terrifying black dragon to howl madly as it gushed forth. However, in front of Qin Wentian, numerous ancient shields of Divine Inscriptions appeared. Thunderous rumbling sounds rang out, but the attacks of the black-faced middle-aged man had no way to break through the defense of the Divine Inscriptions he had inscribed.
Qin Wentian used a total of three days to inscribe the Divine Inscriptions as well as the formations here. Ever since Bailu Tong obstructed his path back then, he already knew that there would be a commotion. And now, with so many Divine Inscriptionists here, the preparations he made during these few days could finally be put to good use.
Old Liang's sunken eyes narrowed when he heard the words of the black-faced middle-aged man. He had long known that these fellows all had their own methods. But now, they finally couldn't endure it any longer.
Eccentric Song stroked his beard as his aged eyes gleamed with sharpness. Only the Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns remained silent, calmly spectating everything.
It was as though the matters here had nothing to do with him.
"What do you plan to do?" Eccentric Song stared at the old man with trepidation in his eyes. This old man was the same as Fenrir, not only was he a fourth-ranked Grandmaster, he was also a Heavenly Dipper Sovereign.
"Let's do it based on our own capabilities." That old man casually replied, yet his tone was filled with incomparable arrogance.
"Fine, since you put it this way, let's do it based on our own capabilities." As the sound of Eccentric Song's voice faded, three Puppets appeared in front of him. One of the Puppets was fully equipped, its body was as though it was forged from a divine weapon. Both its limbs were covered in terrifying blades.
This scene caused the pupils of Old Liang's eyes to narrow. This old man definitely had many treasures on him. As a highly respected fourth-ranked Grandmaster, he had accumulated quite a bit of wealth over the years. Just that fourth-ranked Puppet alone was already extremely valuable.
The black-faced middle-aged man smiled. His palms streaked across the air, and the black spear in his hand seemed to have lost a layer of light. Strands of black mist surged, and a terrifying eerie aura filled the air. That sharp aura was extremely terrifying.
This was a Rank Four Divine Weapon. Previously, he had concealed the grade of the Divine Weapon.
In their eyes, Qin Wentian was just a jumping clown who would die sooner or later. But what they were more concerned about was how Qin Wentian would obtain the Ascendant's Ancient Scroll after his death. Hence, all of them held back and didn't really want to risk their lives.
But what made them surprised was that ordinary methods wouldn't be able to kill Qin Wentian. Instead, they would be in danger. Since this was the case, they might as well use the most direct and tyrannical method to settle this.
Old Liang cursed in a low voice. It seemed like his wealth was truly too low.
"Is this the confidence of a fourth-ranked Grandmaster?" Qin Wentian's eyes gleamed with a terrifying sharpness. Finally, his plan was revealed.
Bailu Yi's heart skipped a beat, only to see Bailu You, who was beside her, indifferently interjected, "Little Yi, do you really think he has a chance? These people are all fourth-ranked Grandmasters, don't underestimate them. "
"Wait." Bailu Yi stared at the young man. Seeing that Qin Wentian was still as calm as ever, her voice was filled with stubbornness.
Old Liang waved his hands as an umbrella appeared in his hands. With a flick of his palms, the umbrella opened up as a terrifying golden light flowed around it. He walked towards Qin Wentian, his eyes cold to the extreme.
"Chi, chi …" The long spear of darkness in the hands of the black-faced middle-aged man swept across the ground. Instantly, a terrifying black fissure appeared in front of him, and everywhere it passed, the earth would shatter.
His gaze was incomparably cold. What kind of third-ranked Divine Inscription could withstand such power? Even if it was concealed, it would still be destroyed.
Old Liang's umbrella radiated a terrifying golden light as it spun forward, shattering the earth into dust.
As for Eccentric Song, he followed behind the Puppet. The powerful Puppet's legs slashed apart the earth, opening up a path for them. They advanced step by step until they were not far away from Qin Wentian. When they looked at Qin Wentian again, it was as though they were looking at a dead man.
"How do you want to die, young man?" Eccentric Song coldly spoke, only to see Qin Wentian standing up. A cold smile could be seen in his eyes as he replied, "Are you guys so confident?"
"No matter how well you inscribe the Divine Inscriptions, or how powerful your attacks are, they will all be useless. Just like the one behind me," the black-faced middle-aged man coldly stated.
"Oh? Then why don't you turn around and take a look? " Qin Wentian coldly spoke. The black-faced middle-aged man coldly laughed as he casually turned his head back. However, in an instant, his gaze froze on a certain spot.
The flowing silver lines of light radiated with a dazzling light. The ground that was sliced apart didn't seem to affect the flow of the Divine Inscriptions at all.
That Divine Inscription was unceasingly lacerated, even if the ground was split apart.
What was even more terrifying was that in that location, the terrifying silvery light of destruction only lasted for an extremely short instant. Under his gaze, the silvery light converged into a terrifying spiraling silver tempest that was akin to a hurricane, instantly blotting out the skies.
"BOOM!" A thunderous sound rang out as the earth trembled. The silvery tempest instantly engulfed everything. Qin Wentian's body was abruptly blasted into the void, transforming into a world of silver.
The black-robed middle-aged man, Eccentric Song and Old Liang all stood there in a daze. Their bodies trembled as they inclined their heads, staring at the young man in the air. They only saw Qin Wentian lowering his head, staring down at them with an ice-cold countenance.
"What about now?" Qin Wentian faintly spoke. His voice was calm and filled with confidence, yet it caused their hearts to pound wildly.
This was a fourth-ranked Divine Inscription!
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