Situ Po, a Heaven's Chosen from the Sword Extinction Sect, died under a single finger strike from Qin Wentian.
The pitiful Situ Po's talent was outstanding, and he had once obtained the rights to cultivate among the thirty-six cultivators in the Unmatched Realm. Not only that, he had just broken through to the ninth level of Yuanfu not too long ago.
Sadly, Situ Po met an even more monstrous talent than him, Qin Wentian. Back then in the Unmatched Realm, Qin Wentian had a conflict with Yue Bingying from the Azure Emperor Palace. Situ Po was extremely proud in front of Qin Wentian, and at that time, he was indeed capable of suppressing Qin Wentian. It was just that the old man from the Unmatched Realm had interfered, forcing them to fight on the Heavenly Stele Steps instead.
On the Heavenly Stele Steps, Situ Po had lost to Qin Wentian and was expelled from the Unmatched Realm.
Because of this, Situ Po's heart was filled with killing intent towards Qin Wentian. But today, he had already lost his life.
Although the ranking battle of the Heavenly Fate Rankings was incomparably cruel, generally speaking, the participants were all from the various transcendent powers and wouldn't be too ruthless. But Chen Wang, Situ Po, Yang Fan, and Hua Feng had gone too far. They wanted to force Qin Wentian to his death, using all sorts of methods to force him to walk out of his cave and die. They even used all sorts of venomous words to infuriate him.
One could only imagine the killing intent in Qin Wentian's heart. He had finally walked out of his cave, but he didn't do so just to die. First, he tortured Hua Feng to death, and after that, he forced Yao Jun to release Xuan Yan with a single sentence. Finally, he slaughtered Situ Po in a domineering manner. All of these scenes shocked the spectators.
Qin Wentian's rise was too fast. Ever since the first round of the ranking battle, he had always been displaying his brilliance. It was only because his cultivation base was too low that he wasn't looked upon favorably by others.
But now, Qin Wentian's cultivation base was already so low that people could ignore it. Of the four rankers on the Heavenly Fate Rankings, they either died or fled. What else could be more convincing than this?
Just the Astral Warbeasts he had summoned were more than enough to sweep away any ordinary ranker on the Heavenly Fate Rankings.
In the external world, amidst the crowd from the Azure Emperor Palace, Yue Bingying's countenance was as pale as paper. Situ Po had died, she would never forget the reason why Situ Po had a grudge with Qin Wentian. It was all because of her. She was arrogant, arrogant, she wanted Qin Wentian to meet with her, and because of that, Lin Haotian and the rest had forcefully interrupted Qin Wentian's cultivation, causing Qin Wentian to have a grudge with him.
This wasn't a big deal at first, but it gradually changed until Situ Po's death. She was truly flustered and scared. Although Qin Wentian might not remember her existence, Situ Po was the man she had high hopes for, and now he had fallen just like that.
Those from the Sword Extinction Sect, Hua Clan, and Star-Seizing Manor all had extremely unsightly expressions on their faces. This made everyone understand that this time around, Qin Wentian had completely offended these major powers.
Although the battle between juniors depended on one's own strength, in such a situation where Qin Wentian had domineeringly slaughtered all of them, it was impossible for these major powers to send experts to avenge Qin Wentian. But even so, they wouldn't give up just like that. They wouldn't allow Qin Wentian to live a carefree life unscathed.
Qin Wentian naturally understood this as well. However, under the circumstances where the other party was forcing him, how could he endure it?
Or could it be that if he retreated, these major powers would no longer make things difficult for him?
Qin Wentian shifted his gaze onto the last person, Yang Fan. This was a Heaven's Chosen that had never treated him seriously in the Moon Continent.
"I'll give you my ancient luck." Yang Fan's countenance paled. Currently, with five Astral Warbeasts surrounding him, Yang Fan felt despair in his heart. In such a situation, he wouldn't even be able to escape.
"Too late."
Qin Wentian calmly stated. The Golden Primal Ape stomped on the ground, howling as it blasted out a terrifying golden palm imprint. The Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk was like a bolt of blood-red lightning, its razor-sharp wings slicing towards Yang Fan. The Silver-Armored Bear King roared in rage as it rushed out … Not to mention Yang Fan, even the spectators watching from the outside felt their hearts trembling. The current Yang Fan had no path to heaven, no path to hell.
Qin Wentian floated in the air, his demonic eyes staring at Yang Fan being devoured bit by bit. Screams of agony rang out as Yang Fan was smashed into a corpse. Although he was a Heaven's Chosen from the Star-Seizing Manor of the Moon Continent, at the moment of his death, he was nothing more than an ordinary corpse.
The Purgatory Vermilion Bird in the air above Qin Wentian swooped down, devouring Yang Fan's ancient luck.
At this moment, above Qin Wentian's head, a third vertical line of light was about to take shape. This indicated that his Vermilion Bird's ancient luck had already eliminated over twenty people. Although not all of them were eliminated by him, some were defeated by Yang Fan, and some were eliminated by Situ Po, all of them were gathered above his head.
Inclining his head, Qin Wentian stared at the horizon.
"Chen Wang."
Qin Wentian murmured, as a demonic light flashed in his eyes, exuding an unexcelled sharpness.
"Since you want to be the top ranker of the Heavenly Fate Rankings so badly, let's fight for it."
As the sound of his voice faded, the Armored Bear King leapt onto the back of the Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk, howling in rage as it sped away; the Blue-Scaled Flood Dragon King mounted the Silvery Roc, its silvery light arcing through the skies; the Golden Primal Ape stomped on the ground, each step it took seemed as though it covered a boundless distance, disappearing from Qin Wentian's vision in the blink of an eye.
The five Astral Warbeasts flew off in three different directions. Qin Wentian stepped out, whistling through the air as a terrifying demonic wind kicked up in the air.
Xuan Yan inclined her head, staring at the disappearing silhouette of Qin Wentian as her heart pounded violently. Exhaling a turbid breath, a bitter smile appeared on her face. Qin Wentian and the others had grown too fast, so fast that Xuan Yan felt that she was nothing more than a mediocre cultivator.
Within the Vermilion Bird Formation Grounds, the competition for ancient luck grew more and more intense. The number of participants remaining also grew stronger, but as the number of participants decreased, the chances of them encountering each other decreased as well.
At this moment, Longcheng was leisurely strolling through a stretch of flat ground, extending his perception outwards. Although he was ranked # 20 on the Heavenly Fate Rankings, he was still extremely cautious. The ranking battle this time around wasn't a calm one, there were too many outstanding characters. Not long ago, he personally witnessed a beautiful maiden defeating a character ranked higher than him.
At this moment, Longcheng furrowed his brows. What was going on? Why did he feel the earth trembling?
Not only that, the tremors grew more and more intense, causing Longcheng's countenance to change. Shifting his gaze in a certain direction, he saw a terrifying demonic beast with a golden body galloping over, causing the earth to tremble with every step it took.
"Is that a Golden Primal Ape?" Longcheng's heart pounded. How could there be a demonic beast here? Why would there be a demonic beast without ancient luck in the Vermilion Bird Formation Grounds? What was going on?
The golden primal ape rushed over, and in just a few steps, it was already in front of him. With a roar, its palm was akin to an ancient golden mountain, slamming down with a terrifying might that caused people to feel a sense of suffocation. That surge of might was so powerful that it was shocking.
Ranked # 3 in the Warbeast Index, its attack and defense were both near perfect. Not only that, it possessed the Mandate of Force and Mandate of Demons. How terrifying would the Golden Primal Ape be?
With a single slap, it felt as though the heavens were about to collapse. Longcheng gathered all his strength and blasted out, yet he was directly smashed into the ground. This was the absolute suppression of strength.
The Golden Primal Ape grabbed Longcheng in its left palm as it continued sprinting forward.
"VILE BEAST, RELEASE ME!" Longcheng howled in rage. When had he ever felt so stifled before?
However, as the sound of his voice faded, the gigantic palm of the golden primal ape increased in strength. Instantly, Long Cheng let out a miserable shriek, not daring to roar anymore. His countenance turned ashen as he stared at the golden primal ape in rage. This bastard, how dare he, how dare he …
Where in the world did this demonic beast come from?
Longcheng felt incomparably stifled in his heart. Not long after, the Golden Primal Ape and Longcheng found another person, Ning Ming. This person was ranked # 30 in the Heavenly Fate Rankings, and was also an extremely powerful character. However, in front of the Golden Primal Ape, he didn't have much resistance. Without a second level Mandate, it was impossible for him to fight against the Golden Primal Ape.
The ending was as expected, Ning Ming's fate was the same as Longcheng's. The two of them were held together, their bodies pressed against each other as blood flowed from their faces.
To think that they were actually humiliated by a beast …
In the blink of an eye, seven days passed. It was getting harder and harder to obtain ancient luck, but the extreme scenes were even more obvious. The strongest group of people were getting more and more terrifying, and the amount of ancient luck they gathered was also increasing.
Chen Wang, Shi Potian and the rest, the Vermilion Birds hovering in the air were all about to transform into true Vermilion Birds. Flames coiled around their bodies, incomparably terrifying.
Zhan Chen, Emperor Azure, Wang Jue, Yan Cheng and the rest were still as domineering as ever.
Si Qiong, Qin Zheng, Leng Hong, Hua Shaoqing, Yun Mengyi and the rest were still the dark horses, advancing unceasingly. It was as though no one could obstruct their path.
However, during these days, the person who attracted the most attention wasn't Chen Wang, nor was it Shi Potian, nor was it the dark horse Si Qiong. Instead, it was a character that couldn't be ignored – Qin Wentian.
Within the Vermilion Bird Formation, an extremely shocking scene was currently unfolding.
The Golden Primal Ape, Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk, Silvery Roc … the five Astral Warbeasts were all speeding towards the same direction. In the palms of the Golden Primal Ape, there were several silhouettes clenched within. The claws of the Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk and the Blue-scaled Flood Dragon could also be seen. These people howled in anger and unwillingness, but it was all useless. The Astral Warbeasts didn't kill them, they were merely capturing them as they sped towards the same direction.
Finally, all the Astral Warbeasts gathered at the same location, below a gigantic boulder on the peak of a mountain.
On the boulder, those people inclined their heads as they stared in awe. Over there, there was actually a silhouette clad in a platinum battle robe. It was none other than Qin Wentian.
This young man, who was once at the seventh level of Yuanfu, was now standing atop a gigantic boulder, exuding an incomparably demonic aura, akin to a monarch peering down at the world with disdain.
His aura was extremely terrifying.
Not only that, they discovered that other than the Astral Warbeasts that captured them, there were also other Astral Warbeasts present. These Astral Warbeasts were all here to pay homage to Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian was like their king. So it turned out that these Astral Warbeasts were actually controlled by Qin Wentian.
"I want ancient luck." Qin Wentian's demonic eyes stared downwards. After which, the Purgatory Vermilion Bird pounced forth, devouring the ancient luck. Those people felt incomparably sullen, yet there was nothing they could do. The impact of this scene was too great. Even after many years, they wouldn't be able to forget this legendary character of Grand Xia. Many years ago, during the ranking battle of the Heavenly Fate Rankings, he stood atop a gigantic boulder, staring down at them with disdain, seizing their ancient luck.
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