Fourth-ranked, that storm of sword qi was filled with an incomparably terrifying aura of destruction. This was clearly the aura of a fourth-ranked Divine Inscriptionist. Not only that, it was an extremely tyrannical storm of fourth-ranked Divine Inscriptions.
Qin Wentian wasn't a third-ranked Divine Inscriptionist, he was a fourth-ranked Divine Inscriptionist.
A fourth-ranked Divine Inscriptionist who wasn't even twenty years of age? The hearts of the spectators pounded wildly as they trembled violently.
No wonder this brat was so arrogant. No wonder Qin Wentian dared to humiliate them as a bunch of useless juniors. All of them were at least fifty years old, yet they were only at the initial-level of fourth-ranked Divine Inscriptionists. Compared to Qin Wentian, there was no way they could be compared.
One could even say that there was no way to compare them.
A twenty-year-old fourth-ranked Divine Inscriptionist compared to a fifty-year-old fourth-ranked Divine Inscriptionist? How could they even compare?
Even if Qin Wentian had started studying Divine Inscriptions at the age of ten, it wouldn't have been more than ten years since he started studying Divine Inscriptions. As for them, they had at least forty years of experience. The disparity was too great.
However, at the same time as their hearts trembled, this made them even more frenzied. It had to be the ancient scroll of the Ascendant. Even though they had seen Qin Wentian's attainments in the Dao of Divine Inscriptions, they still believed that Qin Wentian must have obtained the ancient scroll. Only by relying on the terrifying inheritance of a fifth-ranked Divine Inscriptionist, did he manage to break through to the fourth-ranked.
This caused the passion in their hearts to grow even more intense. They had to obtain the ancient scroll of the Ascendant no matter what.
This madness caused them to forget the danger they were in. For the ancient scroll of the Ascendant, even if they had to risk their lives, it was worth it.
They had to kill this brat and seize the ancient scroll from him.
At the side, the large-eyed elder also felt his heart pounding. He glanced at Bailu Yi beside him, "You knew long ago, right? You came here just to let me witness this scene, didn't you?"
"Grandpa, how is it? Qin Wentian isn't even nineteen yet, "Bailu Yi smiled at the large-eyed elder.
"Not even nineteen yet." The large-eyed elder drew in a deep breath. Leaving aside Qin Wentian's talent in the Dao of Divine Inscriptions, just based on his monstrous talent in the Dao of Divine Inscriptions, Qin Wentian would definitely become a terrifying character in the future. He definitely had the chance to break through to the fifth-ranked Grandmaster Realm.
Divine Inscriptionists were the same as cultivators. The higher one's cultivation base, the higher their status. How could a Celestial Phenomenon Ascendant compare to a Heavenly Dipper Sovereign?
And a fifth-ranked Grandmaster would definitely be able to summon the wind and summon the rain in Grand Xia. It wouldn't be a problem for him to recruit as many Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns as he wished.
Not only did Qin Wentian have an extremely high level of attainment in the Dao of Dao, he was also someone with extremely terrifying potential.
However, Bailu Tong's thoughts were different. He naturally knew of Qin Wentian's talent and potential, but what he cared more about was the ancient scroll of the Ascendant.
"Everyone, let's stop here." The large-eyed elder spoke. At this moment, he already didn't wish for this situation to continue. Qin Wentian and the other Grandmasters were truly enraged. If they fought to the death, there would undoubtedly be casualties. Regardless of whether it was the Grandmasters or Qin Wentian, the large-eyed elder didn't want to see that happen.
Qin Wentian stood in the air, the entire space around him transformed into a tempest of swords.
This Divine Inscription was indeed a fourth-ranked Divine Inscription from the ancient scroll of Divine Inscriptions. It was named the Sword Cyclone Tempest, and could be divided into many smaller versions. It was considered a type of Divine Inscription with an extremely high attack power. In order to inscribe this Divine Inscription, he had spent a great deal of time and effort before he succeeded.
At this moment, he was the ruler of this tempest.
Below, in the midst of the tempest, the three fourth-ranked Grandmasters had expressions of extreme caution on their faces as they stared at Qin Wentian.
"Elder, how can it be possible for us to stop now?" The black-faced middle-aged man coldly spoke. After which, he and Old Liang walked over to Eccentric Song's side.
"Eccentric Song, although this brat has inscribed a fourth-ranked Divine Inscription, your Puppet is also a fourth-ranked one. We will protect you while you use your Puppet to kill this brat. Once he dies, the Divine Inscription will have no owner, and the attack will dissipate. How about the three of us cultivate the ancient scroll of the Ascendant together?"
"Mhm." Eccentric Song lightly nodded her head. The two peak-tier third-ranked Puppets were already on her left and right, while the fourth-ranked Puppet stood in front. The body of the Puppet that was forged from a Divine Weapon exuded an aura of coldness.
"Elder, you've also heard it. I, Qin, have been in a passive position from the start to the end. This brat wants my life." Qin Wentian spoke to the large-eyed elder, his words causing the large-eyed elder's expression to stiffen. He knew that if these fourth-ranked Grandmasters didn't kill Qin Wentian, they wouldn't give up.
Leaving aside the ancient scroll of the Ascendant, if Qin Wentian was still alive, he would be a huge threat to them as well.
After today, there would be many transcendent powers coming to the White Deer Institute to recruit Qin Wentian.
For a nineteen-year-old Grandmaster, even if it was a transcendent power, they would be willing to support him unconditionally, allowing him to research Divine Inscriptions.
So no matter from which angle one looked at it from, Qin Wentian had to die.
"Grand Elder, you won't be able to persuade him otherwise," Bailu Tong faintly stated. He naturally hoped that the battle would continue.
"Eccentric Song, order the Puppet to kill this brat. Old Liang, use your Divine Weapon to protect him."
The black-faced middle-aged man's voice rang out. He already knew that the umbrella-shaped Divine Weapon of the high-nosed Old Liang could be used for both offense and defense.
"Good, this brat is too arrogant. Destroy him." Eccentric Song stroked his white beard as he spoke with confidence. After which, his fourth-ranked Puppet soared up into the skies, the sabers on its body lacerating the space around it. Even the Sword Qi was directly sliced apart.
Below, the black-faced middle-aged man stabbed his spear into the ground. Instantly, the ground crumbled apart, transforming into a vacuum. At the same time, Old Liang's umbrella opened up, floating above the heads of the three of them as a screen of light enveloped them within.
With their bodies enveloped by fourth-ranked Divine Inscriptions, they didn't dare to rush out recklessly. Hence, they used their Divine Weapons to protect themselves, while relying on the fourth-ranked Puppet to kill the Lord of Divine Inscriptions, Qin Wentian.
"DIE!" Qin Wentian flicked his finger in the air, and instantly, a terrifying Sword Tempest Tempest gushed towards the umbrella-shaped Divine Weapon. In an instant, the golden light from the Tempest Tempest Sword flashed, and at the same time, the fourth-ranked Puppet soared up into the skies. With a terrifying sharpness, it slashed out with its palms as a terrifying beam of cold light shot towards Qin Wentian.
"Hmph." Qin Wentian snorted as he continued, "This fourth-ranked Puppet, I'll gladly accept it."
As the sound of his voice faded, a terrifying Tempest Sword Tempest gushed forth, colliding with the fourth-ranked Puppet in a frenzy.
At the same time, Qin Wentian waved his palms as a gigantic golden-armored Puppet appeared in front of him.
"Go." Qin Wentian coldly stated. Momentarily, the golden-armored Puppet dashed towards the bladed Puppet, while Qin Wentian's silhouette floated in the air, once again staring at the three Divine Inscriptionists hiding within their Divine Weapons.
"Puppet, he also has a fourth-ranked Puppet on him."
The countenances of Eccentric Song and the other two turned ashen. The golden-armored Puppet and the blade-wielding Puppet were locked in combat, and there was also the terrifying Tempest Sword Tempest from the side. They had no way to affect Qin Wentian in the slightest.
With a wave of his hands, tens of thousands of sword lights whistled through the air, coalescing into a terrifying gigantic sword that exuded boundless sharpness. After which, Qin Wentian pointed his finger downwards, and instantly, the gigantic sword slashed down from the heavens. With a thunderous boom, the gigantic sword slammed into the protective screen of light, causing the bodies of Eccentric Song and the other two to tremble violently.
"What should we do, what should we do?" Eccentric Song was in a state of panic. This young man who wasn't even nineteen years of age had completely exceeded their expectations.
"Damn, damn it." Old Liang's countenance turned ashen as he stared at the black-faced middle-aged man. "This Divine Weapon of mine has both offense and defense, but in terms of offense and defense, it can't be compared to a pure fourth-ranked Divine Weapon. The fourth-ranked Divine Inscription of the opponent is a Sword-type Divine Inscription, it's only a matter of time before it breaks through the defense of the Divine Weapon. Since you have an attack-type Divine Weapon, kill your way out."
"Kill my way out?" The expression of the black-faced middle-aged man stiffened. Although he had an attack-type fourth-ranked Divine Weapon, his cultivation base wasn't at the Heavenly Dipper Realm. He was only at the Yuanfu Realm. So what if he had a fourth-ranked Divine Weapon?
Initially, they thought that even if Qin Wentian had set up a fourth-ranked Divine Inscription, with their fourth-ranked Puppets, as well as their attack-type and defensive-type Divine Weapons, victory was still within their grasp. However, Qin Wentian had also taken out a fourth-ranked Puppet, instantly overturning the situation.
"BOOM!" Yet another terrifying shockwave rang out as the gigantic sword slashed downwards in a frenzy. Cracks had already appeared on the umbrella-shaped protective screen of light.
"If this continues on, it will break sooner or later." Old Liang's countenance turned pale. With them in the center, a storm of swords swept over. As long as the protective screen of light shattered, they would all die without a burial ground.
"Peng Hai, help out!" Eccentric Song turned his gaze towards the Heavenly Dipper Sovereign Inscriptionist who had yet to act. Peng Hai was someone they were extremely fearful of. Even after killing Qin Wentian and obtaining the ancient scroll of the Ascendant, he, the black-faced middle-aged man and Old Liang were still prepared to join forces to deal with Peng Hai.
But now, they had no choice but to seek help from Peng Hai.
However, Peng Hai was still as calm as ever. A long spear appeared in his hands, imbued with a fearsome fiery rune. However, he didn't move, he merely stood there quietly. His eyes were so swollen that it was as though flames were burning within them as he stared at the Divine Inscription in front of him.
Now that the fourth-ranked Sword Tempest Divine Inscription had completely erupted, this was the best time to see the Divine Inscription clearly.
A crisp sound rang out as the protective screen of the fourth-ranked Divine Weapon shattered. Cracks also appeared on the umbrella-shaped protective screen. In that instant, Eccentric Song, Old Liang and the black-faced middle-aged man lifted their heads in shock, staring at the young man in the air. Terror could be seen on their faces.
Qin Wentian's eyes flashed, and in an instant, the few of them could feel the intense killing intent radiating from Qin Wentian.
"GET BACK HERE!" Eccentric Song commanded the Puppet to return, but how could Qin Wentian not know what he was thinking? The golden-armored Puppet and the Tempest Divine Inscription flew over, entangling Qin Wentian's Puppet.
"Bzzz." The silhouette of the black-faced middle-aged man flickered as he dashed out. The long spear of darkness in his hands opened up a path, while the black dragon roared as it dashed out, opening up a path for Qin Wentian. However, as the sound of swords whistled through the air, a gigantic sword was embedded into the ground in front of him. The black-faced middle-aged man inclined his head, only to see countless beams of sword light pointing towards him. As long as Qin Wentian waved his hands, he would die without a burial.
"Little Brother Qin, please hold back for now." At this moment, the large-eyed elder's tone of address towards Qin Wentian was much more polite. A nineteen-year-old fourth-ranked Grandmaster, he naturally had to treat Qin Wentian with respect.
"The three of them all have some status. This man is a guest elder from the Han Clan of the Moon Continent. The Han Clan's influence in the Moon Continent isn't weak at all." The large-eyed elder reminded Qin Wentian.
"That's right, if you kill me, the Han Clan will definitely not spare you." The black-faced middle-aged man glared at Qin Wentian.
"How impressive were you earlier, yet now you're using your background? How pitiful. If the Han Clan wants to avenge you, I will immediately join a transcendent power. Do you think the Han Clan would dare to touch me?" Qin Wentian's gaze swept over to the black-faced middle-aged man, causing his countenance to turn even darker. A nineteen-year-old fourth-ranked Grandmaster? As long as news of this spread out, how could a mere Han Clan be able to contend against the powers that wanted to recruit Qin Wentian?
"There are so many treasures here, it's a waste to leave them on the three of you. Why don't you leave them for me?" As the sound of Qin Wentian's voice faded, sword qi swept out as a gigantic sword slashed downwards. The black-faced middle-aged man blocked with his spear, colliding head-on with the gigantic sword. Abruptly, a resplendent beam of sword light whizzed past his neck, causing him to feel a chill as a line of blood appeared on his neck.
Eccentric Song and Eccentric Liang were both terrified when they saw this scene. Their countenances were as white as a sheet of paper.
Qin Wentian had slain the black-faced middle-aged man. A fourth-ranked Grandmaster had fallen!
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