Within the sword range, sword qi howled unceasingly as a desolate killing intent permeated the air.
Some of the cultivators below the precipice felt their hearts trembling when they sensed the blood-thirsty sword might.
Who would have thought that on the day the Wang Clan arrived, the balance between the three major powers of the Sword Reverence City would be instantly broken, resulting in such a terrifying battle.
Astral light cascaded downwards, landing on the bottom of the precipice. Experts fell unceasingly, leaving only the demon sword in the middle of the sword range, as though it was an eternal existence. It was still embedded deep into the ground, unwilling to break out.
Someone once said that this sword was like a demon, a sword with a spirit. No one could pull it out because the demon sword refused to acknowledge its existence. If not, it wouldn't be able to remain here for eternity.
In the airspace above the sword range, a group of silhouettes quietly descended. These people calmly watched the battle below, as though it had nothing to do with them.
They were naturally the members of the Wang Clan. They were like spectators, spectating the battle.
Maybe, this was the helplessness of the Heavenly Sword Sect and Li Clan. The Wang Clan had clearly arrived, yet they chose not to act. In their eyes, regardless of the Heavenly Sword Sect or the Li Clan, they were nothing but chess pieces.
As for the chess pieces themselves, they were completely insignificant.
"This sword formation of the Zong Clan is truly powerful, to think that it can fight against the combined forces of the two clans." The middle-aged man from before stood among the Wang Clan as he emotionlessly commented.
"So what of it? Although the might of the Zong Clan's sword formation is powerful, they have also suffered heavy casualties. Nine of their formations have already been broken. The Heavenly Sword Sect and Li Clan are already on the verge of defeat." Another person coldly spoke. "Do we really want to kill Qin Wentian here? There are too many secrets on him. "
"For Stellar Martial Cultivators, the majority of their cultivation secrets are stored within their interspatial rings. If we kill him, we would be able to obtain all of his secrets. Let's take the risk and capture him alive. Don't let things end up like during the ranking battle of the Heavenly Fate Rankings.
"Since this is the case, let's kill him then. At this moment, he still hasn't taken out the Divine Stele. I wonder if it's because he has been guarding against us, or if his Divine Stele is no longer able to unleash its full might."
"We will know if we continue watching. In any case, there's no need to rush."
The people of the Wang Family spoke casually, seeming extremely indifferent. A moment later, the sword formation below was already in chaos, becoming a chaotic battle.
The clan lord of the Zong Clan, Zong Yi, as well as a few other doyens, stood guard around Qin Wentian, only to see Jian Wuyou and Li Zhentian rushing over and obstructing them. Qin Wentian had no choice but to retreat. The strength of these people was much stronger than him, if they were to seize the opportunity, they could easily kill him with just a few attacks. Qin Wentian had to maintain a certain distance from them.
Terrifying demonic qi gushed forth from his body as his Astral Souls erupted forth, manifesting his Astral Novas. In the air, a powerful beam of astral light cascaded downwards. Qin Wentian's gaze was fixated on the Heavenly Dome. Instantly, a beam of astral light illuminated the area as demonic beasts howled. A golden primal ape appeared beside Qin Wentian. The aura of this golden primal ape was actually at the peak of the second level of Heavenly Dipper.
After stepping into the Heavenly Dipper Realm, he could still summon across realms.
After which, the Crimsonblood Thunder Hawk, Silvery Roc, and the other ancient demonic beasts descended from the skies, surrounding Qin Wentian in the center.
Many experts moved in the direction of Qin Wentian, as killing intent flashed in their eyes.
The Wang Clan had specifically stated that Qin Wentian was someone they had to kill. As long as they killed Qin Wentian, the mission this time around would be completed. Their Wang Clan would then support their two clans to grow stronger and destroy the Zong Clan.
The demonic qi exuding from Qin Wentian towered up into the skies. A pair of wings sprouted out from his back, and his gaze was like that of a demon. His silhouette was like a bolt of lightning as he dashed forward. In the center of his brows, a terrifying demonic eye could be seen. With a single glance, many stellar martial cultivators from the Heavenly Sword Sect and Li Clan who were below the Heavenly Dipper Realm felt their heads shuddering violently as they fell into a deep slumber.
After which, Qin Wentian slammed his palms together as the ancient sword on his back appeared in his hands.
"Puchi, puchi …" Fresh blood flowed out from the throats of several silhouettes as they died instantly. These people were all from the younger generation of the Heavenly Sword Sect and Li Clan.
"This!"
The countenances of those from the Heavenly Sword Sect and Li Clan froze. The will of the sword melody was actually so terrifying. With the humming of the sword, there was no way for those below the Heavenly Dipper Realm to block it.
"Bzzz!" A resplendent sword intent locked onto Qin Wentian as the silhouette of a young man stepped out, breaking through the layers of defenses as he dashed towards Qin Wentian.
This young man was none other than the strongest out of the three Sword Sons of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Jian Xie. His cultivation base was at the third level of Heavenly Dipper, and even in the entire Heavenly Sword Sect, he could be considered one of the more powerful characters.
Jian Xie's silhouette transformed into a series of afterimages as he brandished his sword, rushing towards Qin Wentian.
"Hmph." Qin Wentian's countenance was ice cold. His third eye flashed as the sword in his hand hummed once more. Instantly, the afterimages were destroyed, but Jian Xie's true body had already caught up to Qin Wentian, and the sword qi he emitted was even more terrifying than before.
At the same time, from the left and right, there were experts rushing over. Although the experts from the Zong Clan had the heart to help, they were being held back by the experts from the Heavenly Sword Sect and Li Clan.
Those from the Wang Clan still stood on the precipice, coldly laughing as they watched this scene. If the Divine Stele still had its power, Qin Wentian wouldn't have taken it out to save the Zong Clan. But if he himself was in a life-and-death situation, would he still be able to hide it?
But at this moment, the crowd discovered that the direction Qin Wentian was heading in was actually the direction where the demon sword was located.
Instantly, he stood on the hilt of the demon sword as he stared at the silhouettes in the surroundings. His entire body was enveloped in layers of demonic armor.
The Sword Son of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Jian Xie, descended. His eyes gleamed with an evil light as he shot towards Qin Wentian. Qin Wentian only felt an aura of death gushing forth from his eyes. However, how could his will be suppressed by Jian Xie's eye technique?
"Bzzz!"
The Demon Sovereign Astral Nova and the Sword Son Astral Nova both blasted out at the same time. The Demon Sovereign Astral Nova was akin to a terrifying primordial demon, while the Sword Son Astral Nova was akin to the king of swords. When it whistled out, the Astral Nova floating above Jian Xie's head trembled slightly. This was the suppression of the Sword Son Astral Nova.
"GO!"
Jian Xie pointed out with a finger as his Astral Nova, akin to the Grim Reaper, collided with the Demon Sovereign Astral Nova, while his Sword Son Astral Nova clashed against Qin Wentian's Sword Son Astral Nova.
The advantage of Jian Xie's Astral Nova lay in his cultivation base. The higher one's cultivation base was, the more condensed his Astral Nova would be, and the more terrifying the energy contained within would be.
The advantage of Qin Wentian's Astral Nova lay in itself. His Astral Nova was formed from a single Yuanfu, and was condensed from Divine Energy. In addition to the advantage of his Astral Souls, he wasn't the slightest bit weaker when facing Jian Xie's Sword Son Astral Nova.
Especially the Sword Son Astral Nova, it was akin to an ancient sword of the Dao of Kings. What was even more terrifying was that every inch of the King's Sword was condensed from Divine Energy. When the King's Sword Son Astral Nova shone with a brilliant light, countless Sword Divine Inscriptions appeared on the surface of the King's Sword Son Astral Nova, causing rumbling sounds to echo out as cracks appeared on the surface of Jian Xie's Sword Son Astral Nova.
"Bzzz!" A raging wind gusted by, Jian Xie's silhouette shuttled through the Astral Nova, rushing towards Qin Wentian. His eyes were incomparably cold, filled with a deathly aura. With a single slash of his sword, a terrifying black-colored Sword Hatred appeared in the air, descending from the Heavens.
Qin Wentian stabbed out with his sword. The keening of his sword was akin to the howling of a demonic dragon, blocking Jian Xie's attack. In an instant, a terrifying sword might engulfed the entire space.
"Chi, chi …"
The two swords slashed past each other, emitting a sharp whistling sound. Qin Wentian's palms trembled as his will of the Dao of Swords erupted forth. Boundless sword keening reverberated throughout the Heavens and Earth. Instantly, Jian Xie's countenance drastically changed. He only felt that his entire body was being enveloped by swords.
"DIE!" Jian Xie was a Sword Son. His sword was akin to the Sword of the Grim Reaper, causing a terrifying vortex to form, enveloping Qin Wentian.
"BANG!"
Astral light flashed as Qin Wentian's silhouette directly vanished from sight.
This was one of the nine ultimate arts of Grand Xia, Stellar Transposition.
Jian Xie felt an intense sense of danger, but how could he make it in time? The keening of the sword keening rang out beside his ears as his body was instantly pierced by a sword. Fresh blood dripped from his wounds. Qin Wentian waved his palms, causing his blood to flow towards the demon sword.
"Drip …"
A light sound rang out, but it caused Jian Xie's countenance to be filled with terror. He retreated with explosive speed, but how could he be in time? The demon sword glowed with a blood-red light, and in an instant, Jian Xie screamed in agony. The blood in his body frenziedly flowed towards the demon sword, and was instantly devoured by it. In the blink of an eye, his body turned into a shrivelled corpse as he fell from the air.
"He died?" Those who surrounded Qin Wentian all had expressions of shock on their faces as they stared at Qin Wentian. Initially, they thought that with Jian Xie's strength, killing Qin Wentian wouldn't be a problem at all.
However, the strongest Sword Son of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Jian Xie, actually died in the hands of Qin Wentian.
Those from the Zong Clan also felt fear in their hearts when they saw this scene. If clan lord Zong Yi hadn't arrived that day, that Elder of the Zong Clan would also have been defeated by Qin Wentian.
The top ranker of the Heavenly Fate Rankings, Qin Wentian's reputation as a demon-level genius wasn't undeserved. It seemed like Zong Yi had also placed all his bets on him. As long as he matured, he would definitely be able to lead the Zong Clan to new heights.
But at this moment, Qin Wentian was facing an even more terrifying crisis. The people from all four directions all surrounded him, as a terrifying killing intent engulfed the heavens and earth, enveloping Qin Wentian.
In the air, a group of silhouettes descended. These were none other than the members of the Wang Clan.
The members of the Wang Clan didn't even bother activating the Divine Stele when they saw that Qin Wentian was in a life-and-death situation. Most probably, the might of the Divine Stele had already weakened, and Qin Wentian would die without a doubt.
Qin Wentian inclined his head, staring at the silhouettes in the surroundings as his gaze turned ice-cold.
His eyes flickered with a cold light, causing the hearts of those who looked at him to shiver.
In his palm, a sword sliced through the air, as a droplet of fresh blood dripped down from it. This scene caused the countenances of countless people to drastically change. Even the clan lord of the Zong Clan, Zong Yi, had a look of terror on his face when he saw this.
"Wentian."
Zong Yi's countenance paled. Qin Wentian, what was he doing?
"Do you want my demonic blood?"
Qin Wentian stared at the demon sword below him as he drew in a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst-case scenario.
As to why he dared to feed his blood to the demon sword, it was because when the sword screeched, the demonic blood in his body would howl as well!
The demon sword was thirsting for blood. Abruptly, a resplendent light enveloped it as demonic qi shook the heavens, illuminating the entire area.
The demon sword wailed unceasingly!
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