After the battle with Chen Wang, Qin Wentian had been trapped in the cave, not daring to appear again.
Now, the suppressed Hua Feng had finally appeared once again. Not only that, his strength had grown even stronger. He should have broken through to the eighth level of Yuanfu. If not, how could Hua Feng not be able to withstand a single strike from him?
After all, Hua Feng was a ranker on the Heavenly Fate Rankings. Being able to reach this step meant that he was already at the peak of Yuanfu. But even so, he wasn't able to withstand a single strike.
From this, one could see how terrifying Qin Wentian's combat prowess was. With a cultivation base at the seventh level of Yuanfu, he was already able to injure Chen Wang. Now that he had stepped out of the cave, did he want to vent his anger?
It was unknown what Hua Feng had said to Qin Wentian, but it actually caused Qin Wentian to be so enraged. One of Hua Feng's arms was ripped off by Qin Wentian. This was clearly torture.
Qin Wentian's palms were akin to the arms of a demon. He stared at Hua Feng as Hua Feng turned around and faced him. His feet were planted firmly on the ground as his body leaned forward. At this moment, an intense sense of fear could be seen in his eyes as he stared at Qin Wentian.
Yao Jun, Yang Fan, Situ Po and the rest all felt their hearts trembling. They could clearly feel the flames of rage burning in Qin Wentian's body.
"I'm from the Hua Clan." Hua Feng stared at Qin Wentian. The him now was actually so pitiful that he could only use the Hua Clan to threaten Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian's palms grabbed onto Hua Feng's other arm. The demonic look in his eyes was so cold that it pierced into the bones.
"No …" Hua Feng madly shook his head. A tearing sound rang out, accompanied by a blood-curdling scream, Hua Feng's other arm was ripped off. His entire body convulsed in pain, and his heart was filled with incomparable despair.
"This, is the price you have to pay for saying those words." Qin Wentian's palm descended. Under Hua Feng's despairing gaze, Qin Wentian's palm slammed into his face. Hua Feng's head exploded as he died without a complete corpse.
Qin Wentian's reverse scale wasn't something that could be touched. Ever since the first time Hua Feng humiliated Mo Qingcheng, Qin Wentian had already treated him as a dead man. It was just that only now did the flames of slaughter erupt forth from his heart.
"Killed! He actually killed Hua Feng!" The hearts of the spectators trembled. Those from the Hua Clan all had ashen expressions on their faces. Hua Feng could be considered a genius of their Hua Clan, yet he was actually killed without the slightest bit of resistance. Not only that, he was brutally tortured to death. The ancient luck behind Hua Feng was devoured by Qin Wentian's Purgatory Vermilion Bird.
Yang Fan, Situ Po and the rest stared at Qin Wentian as they inched closer to Yao Jun. At this moment, Qin Wentian gave them an intense sense of threat. If they couldn't deal with him alone, they would have to join forces. If not, if they were defeated, the demonic rage of Qin Wentian would be akin to what he did to Hua Feng, killing them all.
Yao Jun's countenance also turned heavy. He didn't expect that a cultivator at the eighth level of Yuanfu would be able to give him such immense pressure.
At this moment, Qin Wentian's demonic form was extremely terrifying. His life force was even more terrifying than that of a true demonic beast. He had the combat talent of a human, but also the offensive and defensive capabilities of a demonic beast.
Such a perfect fusion caused the hearts of the spectators to tremble in fear.
Qin Wentian swept a glance at the three of them as an Astral Soul appeared above his head. A demonic beast Astral Soul.
Dragon head, lion body, snake tail, roc wings, Xuanwu scales, and Kirin claws.
"Demon Sovereign Astral Soul." Yao Jun from the Skydemon Sect was extremely familiar with demonic beast Astral Souls. With a single glance, he could tell that this was the number one Astral Soul in the Warbeast Index, the Demon Sovereign Astral Soul. Not only did it contain a terrifying amount of demonic energy, it also had the ability to summon.
Terrifying astral light shot up into the skies. The Vermilion Bird Formation wouldn't block the astral light, or it would restrict the power of the Astral Souls of the combatants.
The astral light emanating from the Demon Sovereign Astral Soul grew increasingly resplendent, as demonic astral light cascaded downwards. After which, a deafening boom rang out as the earth trembled. Beside Qin Wentian, a terrifying primordial ape appeared. It had a golden body, and its entire body shone with a terrifying golden light.
"Golden Primordial Ape, ranked # 3 in the Warbeast Index. It possesses boundless strength and unparalleled defense." Yao Jun's countenance grew increasingly unsightly as he stared at the summoned demonic beast. This summoned Golden Primordial Ape exuded an aura at the peak of the ninth level of Yuanfu.
And at this moment, a blood-colored light flashed as a terrifying blood-colored demonic beast floated in the air, coldly staring at the crowd.
"Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk, ranked # 5 in the Warbeast Index." Yao Jun's countenance turned ashen. The Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk also had an aura at the peak of the ninth level of Yuanfu.
And this wasn't the end. One after another, demonic beasts descended from the skies, a feast for the eyes.
"Blue-scaled Flood Dragon."
"Silver-armored Bear King."
"Silver-Roc."
Around Qin Wentian, five terrifying demonic beasts appeared. Instantly, a terrifying demonic qi enveloped the entire space.
Yang Fan and Situ Po's hearts started to waver. These five demonic beasts were all at the peak of Yuanfu, and the demonic qi they exuded was terrifying to the extreme. How terrifying was this formation?
With a sharp screech, the Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk soared through the air with lightning speed, aiming for Situ Po.
The Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk excelled in speed and lightning. A blood-colored light flashed, leaving behind only a single beam of blood-colored light. Situ Po released his Astral Souls, as the Astral Rock Armor appeared around his body. The Life Extinction Sword appeared as he slashed out with no hesitation.
Peng …
The lightning-fast Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk collided with Situ Po once more, the resulting impact causing Situ Po to be forced backwards. Yet another flash of blood-red light flashed, the Silvery Roc's silhouette could no longer be seen. At the same time, the Silvery Roc howled in rage as it lunged towards Situ Po. Two demonic beasts with lightning-fast speed instantly placed Situ Po in a dangerous situation.
"BOOM!"
A thunderous sound rang out as Situ Po's body was flung through the air. The Astral Rock Armor on his body shattered, and an expression of terror could be seen in his eyes. How could these demonic beasts be so powerful? Not only did they have their own abilities, but they could also summon the will of their master?
The Golden Primal Ape moved towards Yang Fan, while the Blue-scaled Flood Dragon and the Silver-armored Bear King lunged towards Yao Jun.
Qin Wentian stood there, watching everything unfold as he used his overwhelming will to control the five demonic beasts.
Yang Fan's Astral Souls erupted forth, and the Star-Seizing Palms he unleashed were even more terrifying than before. The will of his second level Mandate finally erupted forth, clashing against the Golden Primal Ape ranked # 3 in the Warbeast Index. The Star-Seizing Palms contained boundless might. The Golden Primal Ape howled madly as it slammed out with its golden palms, shattering the Star-Seizing Palms. The terrifying might of the impact caused Yang Fan to be flung through the air.
"How could he be so powerful?" The spectators were all deeply shocked by this scene. Qin Wentian had used his Demon Sovereign Astral Soul, which was ranked # 1 in the Warbeast Index, to summon Astral Warbeasts. Each and every one of the Astral Warbeasts contained a towering amount of demonic qi. The Golden Primal Ape had directly sent Yang Fan flying. With such combat prowess, how high would Qin Wentian's ranking be?
At this moment, no one dared to speculate about the top hundred or the top thirty-six rankings. They had already determined that Qin Wentian's strength had surpassed the top ten rankings, and he was now a terrifying existence that could contend for the top ten rankings.
He would stand shoulder to shoulder with those who were favored the most, contending for the most dazzling positions.
The one who was the most shocked was undoubtedly Yao Jun. He had once wanted to form an Innate Link with an Astral Soul, but in order to do so, it required an extremely strong perception. He was very clear that summoning-type Astral Souls were extremely monstrous. The stronger the summoner, the more terrifying the Astral Warbeasts would be. With the demonic qi radiating from Qin Wentian, he was simply too suitable for summoning Astral Warbeasts.
Each and every one of the Astral Warbeasts seemed to have inherited his terrifying demonic qi.
"Aren't you afraid that I will act against her?" Yao Jun stared at Qin Wentian as he held onto Xuan Yan.
Only to see Qin Wentian's silhouette slowly floating in the air. His demonic gaze swept over Yao Jun as he coldly stated, "Release her and scram. I won't pursue your matters."
Yao Jun stared at Qin Wentian who was floating in the air. That devilishly handsome young man was currently looking down at him with an incomparably domineering attitude, as though as long as he willed it, he would be able to kill Yao Jun. Such a feeling was extremely unbearable. But when Yao Jun saw how powerful the five Astral Warbeasts were, he felt that Qin Wentian already possessed such terrifying strength.
If he really acted against Xuan Yan, he would definitely become a blood feud with Qin Wentian.
Staring at Qin Wentian for a long time, Yao Jun's heart wavered. That pair of demonic silhouettes caused him to feel a deep sense of trepidation.
Loosening his grip on Xuan Yan, Yao Jun's silhouette flickered as he sped away, causing the spectators outside to be stunned.
Not only did Yao Jun retreat without a fight, he even released Xuan Yan.
They couldn't sense Qin Wentian's aura directly, but Yao Jun could sense it. What did this mean?
Xuan Yan was also deeply shocked. A single sentence from Qin Wentian was enough to make Yao Jun release her. How strong was this demonic silhouette in front of her?
The other two Astral Warbeasts surrounded Yang Fan and Situ Po. Yang Fan's attack power couldn't even be compared to a Golden Primal Ape, how could he endure the encirclement? At this moment, he wanted to escape, but he discovered that he had already lost the opportunity to do so.
As for Situ Po, he was in an even worse state. The Astral Rock Armor had long been shattered, and the Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk and Silvery Roc seemed to be playing tricks on him. His entire body was already dyed red with blood.
As for Qin Wentian, from the moment he stepped out of the cave, he had only targeted Hua Feng.
The Yang Fan in front of him, back in the Moon Continent, had looked down on him with unexcelled arrogance. In the Unmatched Realm, Situ Po was incomparably domineering. Even after Situ Po was defeated on the Heavenly Stele Steps, Situ Po still had the intention to kill him.
But now, Qin Wentian didn't even need to act personally, and he could already cause them to be in an extremely miserable state.
"Qin Wentian, do you dare to fight me head-on?" Situ Po roared in rage. As the sound of his voice faded, the Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk and Silvery Roc hovered around him, while Qin Wentian slowly advanced, staring at Situ Po.
Staring into Qin Wentian's eyes, Situ Po actually felt a trace of fear in his heart.
Stepping out, Qin Wentian stepped towards Situ Po.
Situ Po's aura frenziedly erupted as his three Astral Souls appeared, amplifying his attacks. An incomparably terrifying Sword Might gushed forth from his body, as though it wanted to destroy everything in its path.
However, Qin Wentian stabbed out with a single finger. That casual finger of his seemed to be able to break through everything, penetrating through the boundless Sword Might. Situ Po howled in rage as he slashed out with his Sword Light, yet he was unable to block the might of that single finger.
"Puchi!" A light sound rang out as Qin Wentian's finger directly penetrated through the centre of Situ Po's brows. It was as though he had materialized out of thin air, as though he was in a dream. The Sword Qi around Situ Po continued whistling, yet his eyes gradually turned lifeless.
Was he, Situ Po, going to die just like that?
He wanted to fight, yet he discovered that a single finger from Qin Wentian was more than enough to kill him.
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