In the air, sword qi permeated the air. Qin Wentian stared at the Zong Clan elder as a fearsome battle intent gushed forth from him.
This person could effortlessly suppress and cripple Zong Peng who was at the same level as him. And now, he was directly facing the elder.
The elder stared at Qin Wentian as he coldly spoke, "Good, good. I truly want to see what capabilities you have."
As the sound of his voice faded, a sword-type Astral Nova manifested, floating above his head. This Astral Nova contained a terrifying sword-might. Numerous sword threads revolved around it, as though each and every one of them was capable of killing.
Not only that, the speed of these sword threads was extremely terrifying. They were like beams of light shuttling through the air, akin to dazzling sword light.
He stepped towards Qin Wentian. Instantly, the sword threads grew even more resplendent, all of them pointing towards Qin Wentian. It was as though with just a single thought from him, he would be able to kill Qin Wentian.
Within Qin Wentian's body, a whistling sound could be heard. In an instant, the sound of a sword keening could be heard as an incomparably resplendent sword of the King Dao floated above his head.
This sword was incomparably resplendent. Just a single glance at it was enough to tell that it was a supremely sharp sword. It was as though every part of it was condensed from the essence of swords. The spectators had never seen such a fearsome Astral Nova before.
Not only that, this sword actually exuded the might of kings, as though it wanted to shatter all swords in its path.
"Is this his Astral Nova? How powerful."
The hearts of the spectators trembled. Even the Astral Nova of the elder didn't have the same might as Qin Wentian's. In fact, it felt as though his Astral Nova was being suppressed.
Qin Wentian stared at the elder, his countenance cold. The Astral Nova of the elder was trembling slightly, humming incessantly.
Such a scene caused the other party's face to turn pale. He waved his hand, and in an instant, thousands of sword silks turned into the light of the way of the sword, sweeping towards Qin Wentian as if to wrap Qin Wentian within.
Qin Wentian's countenance turned cold as he similarly pointed out with his finger. Instantly, his Astral Nova slashed out, landing between the two of them as the humming of swords echoed out, resembling the cries of demonic beasts.
A screen of light manifested, blocking the countless sword strands. Only the Astral Nova in the middle was able to suppress the sword strands, as though everything was on the verge of stopping.
"I want to see just how strong you are to accuse my elder without distinguishing right from wrong." Qin Wentian snorted as another rumbling sound echoed out from his body. Instantly, another Astral Nova appeared. This was none other than his third Astral Nova.
This Astral Nova was also in the form of an Astral Soul. It was towering and majestic, resembling an incomparably tyrannical ancient demon. Its demonic qi towered up to the heavens, and as it took a step forward, the entire space around it trembled.
"What a terrifying demonic qi!"
The countenances of the crowd turned sluggish. Qin Wentian had just broken through to Heavenly Dipper, yet his two Astral Novas were already so tyrannical. The pressure they exuded was sufficient to crush the Astral Novas of others.
"Go." Qin Wentian pushed out with his palms once more. His terrifying Astral Nova emitted a draconic roar as the Astral Nova slashed out. A supreme king might gushed forth, causing the Astral Nova of that elder to tremble unstably.
At this moment, he finally understood why Qin Wentian could shatter Zong Peng's Astral Nova before he even unsheathed it.
This was the suppression of Astral Novas. Qin Wentian's Astral Nova was a tier higher than the others.
At this moment, in the surroundings, many members of the Zong Clan were spectating this battle. Earlier, this elder had arrogantly declared that he would kill Qin Wentian, cleaning up the Zong Clan. Now that he was riding a tiger, it was hard for him to dismount. No matter what, he had to win this battle. If not, how could he maintain his prestige as an elder?
A terrifying light flashed in his eyes as the Astral Novas in his body gushed forth one after another. An even more powerful will erupted forth as the two of them clashed head-on.
"IMPUDENT!"
A thunderous roar thundered down from the Heavens, causing the blood and qi of the spectators to churn wildly. This roar was akin to the sound of thunder, causing their minds to be in a daze for a moment.
The aura of battle between Qin Wentian and that elder abruptly dissipated. That terrifying might which had just been condensed from Qi dissipated into nothingness under the might of that thunderous roar.
In the air, a group of silhouettes walked over. The gazes of the spectators inclined their heads, only to see a group of elders accompanying the Zong Clan Lord. Clan Lord Zong Yi swept his gaze downwards, landing onto that elder.
"Clan Lord."
Zong Peng made use of Zong Hong to seek guidance from the Sword Son, and Qin Wen didn't make things difficult for him. In the Zong Clan, Zong Hong tarnished the reputation of the Sword Son, yet you, as an elder, didn't even investigate the truth, wanting to cripple the Sword Son. I didn't say anything in consideration of your face as an elder, but who would have thought that you didn't know the gravity of the situation and actually wanted to clean up the Zong Clan? Who are you cleaning up the Zong Clan for? "
Although Zong Yi was usually imposing, he had always been gentle in front of others. But at this moment, there was a faint trace of rage in his eyes. Momentarily, the entire space fell silent, as though they were shocked by the aura Zong Yi was exuding.
Although that elder wasn't convinced in his heart, he lowered his head and didn't dare to talk back. After all, not only was there a difference in seniority between him and Zong Yi, Zong Yi was also the clan lord while he was merely an elder.
"Zong Peng's heart isn't righteous, Qin Wen's actions are not to be pursued. Also, from today onwards, no one is to interfere with the actions of Sword Son Qin Wen." Zong Yi coldly spoke. After which, he turned to Zong Hong as he continued, "Zong Hong, I've always known that your heart is righteous, but your temperament isn't strong enough, making it easy for others to make use of you. From now on, I'll strip you of your identity as the Sword Son. Go into closed-door seclusion and reflect on your actions."
"Yes, Clan Lord." Zong Hong bowed to Zong Yi. Earlier, when he saw Qin Wentian's tyrannical strength, he was deeply moved. He knew that from the start, Qin Wentian couldn't be bothered to bother with him. Given Qin Wentian's temperament, he wouldn't even care about Zong Hong's existence.
If not, with his provocations back then, given Qin Wentian's strength, Qin Wentian would have easily killed him with a single palm strike.
"The matters today shall end here. No one is allowed to pursue this matter. All of you better make your preparations. Five days from now, the battle for the sword range will begin. Don't only know how to flaunt your might." After speaking, Zong Yi flicked his sleeves and departed. From the start until the end, he hadn't spoken a single word to Qin Wentian. However, everyone could clearly see that Zong Yi was extremely trusting of Qin Wentian, and was obviously biased towards him.
However, Qin Wentian's strength had truly broadened their horizons. He even dared to challenge an elder.
At this moment, the spectators couldn't help but to think that if Qin Wentian had participated in the sword range battle, their Zong Clan might have had a chance to win.
For this generation of disciples, the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Li Clan were both extremely powerful. On the contrary, the Zong Clan's disciples weren't outstanding enough. Although the members of the Zong Clan often consoled themselves, they didn't think too highly of their chances of winning the sword range battle.
But now, there seemed to be a ray of hope.
Qin Wentian's heart trembled slightly as his Astral Nova returned to his body, shrinking back into his Yuanfu. He glanced at the elder before him before turning and departing the area. It was as though this matter couldn't cause him to waver in the slightest.
"Count yourself lucky." That elder's countenance turned ashen as he similarly retracted his Astral Nova. However, he couldn't help but spit out a cold voice, as though if the sect leader didn't appear, Qin Wentian would definitely suffer a calamity.
Qin Wentian continued walking away with his back facing him, ignoring him. In order to preserve some face, the other party spat out such words. However, if the two of them truly fought, Qin Wentian knew that the one at a disadvantage would definitely not be him.
However, the spectators all had a question in their hearts. If the sect leader didn't appear earlier, who would be the victor?
Qin Wentian's Astral Nova was extremely terrifying, and the elder had an absolute advantage in terms of cultivation base. If they truly fought, the ending would be hard to say. However, the elder with an advantage of two levels would have a higher chance of winning.
Naturally, there would never be an answer to this question.
"Qin Wentian is so powerful." Zong Lian stared at the departing silhouette of Qin Wentian as a brilliant light flashed in her eyes. That battle earlier had truly shocked her.
The sect leader truly had good judgement. No wonder he would personally select Qin Wentian as the Sword Son.
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This matter caused an intense commotion in the Zong Clan. Although Zong Peng's kin hated Qin Wentian in their hearts, the sect leader had already said that no one dared to pursue him.
However, for those who had witnessed the battle, they had already forgotten about the matter of Zong Hong tarnishing Qin Wentian's reputation. They only remembered the glory of Qin Wentian's battle. That tyrannical battle had left them with an extremely deep impression.
Without unsheathing his sword, he crippled Zong Peng. Facing against an elder, he didn't show any signs of weakness and actually stepped out to battle. Such a character was truly extraordinary.
Many of the younger generations even had feelings of worship for Qin Wentian, and would frequently visit Qin Wentian's residence to seek guidance. Qin Wentian didn't reject anyone, and would chat with them about matters regarding cultivation. These youths would often benefit greatly from their conversations, and when they returned, they would share this information with their elder brothers and elders. For a period of time, Qin Wentian's reputation in the Zong Clan was unrivaled among the younger generations.
Such a situation was something that even Qin Wentian himself had never imagined.
In the blink of an eye, five days passed. Today, in the training grounds of the Zong Clan, several silhouettes gathered. On the tall platform, the clan leader, Zong Yi, personally stood there, looking down at the people below.
"The battle of the sword range concerns the rights to mine the sword range for the next ten years. I hope that this time around, our Zong Clan will be able to obtain victory." Zong Yi slowly spoke. After which, with a wave of his hand, an ancient sword appeared beneath his feet.
"Those from the Zong Clan who wish to spectate the battle of the sword range, feel free to proceed. Let's move out." Zong Yi's voice was indifferent as he stepped onto the ancient sword. Instantly, the ancient sword soared up into the skies, flying towards the horizons.
Everyone took out their swords, and for a moment, the entire training grounds were filled with sword qi. Numerous silhouettes soared through the air, creating a magnificent sight.
The person at the very front was none other than the clan leader, Zong Yi. Those beside him were the Doyens of the Zong Clan, and a step further behind were the elders. Qin Wentian stood a step behind the elders, leading the way.
He stood on the ancient sword with his hands clasped behind his back, exuding an incomparably calm demeanor. The gazes of several people landed on him. Most probably, the crux of this battle would be on the Sword Son.
Outside the Sword Reverence City, a group of people from the Zong Clan soared through the air. In another direction, a towering sword might also appeared. Both parties stared at each other as a formless sword intent converged in the air.
The other party was none other than the Li Clan, one of the three transcendent powers of the Sword Reverence City. They had arrived as well!
The leader of the younger generation of the Li Clan was none other than Li Ran. For the battle of the Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns, he would definitely be the one to act. Behind him, there were several others who were staring at the young men from the Zong Clan with hints of provocation in their eyes.
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