At the bottom of the precipice, at the sword range, the spectators stared at Qin Wentian, their countenances filled with shock.
This young man was actually feeding the sword with his blood.
The demon sword was like a demon, if it wanted to drink blood, it would definitely drink all of it until the person died.
At this moment, Qin Wentian was incomparably cautious. The reason why he dared to do this was because when the sword wailed, his bloodline would resonate with it. Now, he was feeding the sword with his blood.
A mysterious sensation enveloped Qin Wentian. It was as though he could feel the sorrow of the demon sword.
However, the demon sword didn't continue drinking his blood.
The spectators all had expressions of shock on their faces. At this moment, the sword might was extremely terrifying. The mournful wails of the demon sword echoed throughout the Heavens and Earth, yet it didn't drink Qin Wentian's blood.
Qin Wentian placed both his hands on the hilt of the sword as demonic qi gushed forth from him. He abruptly pulled the sword out, and in an instant, a terrifying rumbling sound echoed out. The sword range trembled as the heavens and earth howled. A fearsome sword might swept across the Heavens and Earth.
"Chi, chi …"
A crisp sound rang out as the demon sword moved. It was pulled out by half a foot.
Although it was only half a foot, it caused great waves of shock to surge in the hearts of the spectators.
The demon sword had moved.
This demon sword seemed to have descended from the Heavens, cleaving apart the earth, breaking out of the precipice and giving birth to the sword range. Nobody could move it in the slightest.
Today, Qin Wentian, a cultivator at the first level of Heavenly Dipper, caused the demon sword to be pulled out by half a foot.
This half a foot was sufficient to shock the entire Sword Reverence City.
"How, how is this possible?"
The three major powers of the Sword Reverence City all had expressions of disbelief on their faces. The shock in their hearts was indescribable.
An even more powerful sword might permeated the air. Everyone was surrounded by a terrifying sword might.
"KILL HIM!"
In the air, the countenances of those from the Wang Clan changed when they saw this scene. They were worried that there would be another unforeseen event and instantly gave the order to kill Qin Wentian.
As soon as he finished speaking, the people surrounding Qin Wentian stepped forward and charged towards Qin Wentian.
However, at that moment, Qin Wentian pointed his finger forward. In an instant, there seemed to be an endless amount of sword might gathered together and pierced through the throat. A figure stood stiffly in the air, his face as pale as paper. After that, his body fell from the sky.
A single finger, annihilating everything.
"This …"
The others halted their steps, not daring to move forward. Their countenances were filled with shock, Qin Wentian was actually able to borrow the power of the demon sword!
Qin Wentian continued to pull out the sword. However, the mournful sound of the sword grew louder, but it did not move.
Only to see Qin Wentian placing his palms on the body of the demon sword. Instantly, drops of fresh blood dripped onto the body of the demon sword, absorbed by it.
The power of the sword grew stronger, and the mournful cry of the sword resounded through the heavens and earth.
In the air, outside the precipice, a heavenly phenomenon occurred. The mournful cries of dragons and the cries of phoenixes manifested in the air, illuminating a thousand miles of land as though it was daytime.
Within the Sword Reverence City, countless people stared at the scene outside as their hearts trembled violently.
The demon sword, mournful cry, a heavenly phenomenon.
At the bottom of the precipice, the crowd all inclined their heads as they stared in shock at this scene.
Qin Wentian pulled out the demon sword once again. This time around, the distance between them was two feet.
"How much blood do you want to drink?"
Qin Wentian stared at the demon sword as he mumbled in a low voice. After that, he inclined his head and stared at those from the Wang Clan in the air. His countenance was ice cold as a terrifying killing intent gushed forth from him. A bone-chilling sword intent gushed forth from his eyes, causing many from the Wang Clan to feel a bone-chilling coldness.
"The Wang Clan wishes to kill me. If I don't die, the Wang Clan will definitely perish."
Each of Qin Wentian's words were as cold as ice. As the sound of his voice faded, he stabbed out with his finger, causing the centre of Wang Xiao's brows to be dyed with blood.
The countenances of the experts from the Wang Clan drastically changed. Qin Wentian stared at Wang Jue, and similarly, with a single finger strike, the centre of Wang Jue's brows was stained with blood.
Wang Jue's body fell from the air.
Wang Jue had once been ranked within the top six of the Heavenly Fate Rankings. During the ranking battle, he didn't die in the Ancient Kingdom of Grand Xia. But now, he died in the Sword Reverence City, in the hands of Qin Wentian.
Because, the Wang Clan wanted to kill Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian's hand still slashed across the body of the demon sword, causing blood to appear. Yet his gaze was as cold as ever.
"GO!" The experts from the Wang Clan roared as they soared up into the skies. Qin Wentian pulled out the demon sword, and with a flick of his finger, numerous beams of sword light shot forth, instantly killing several experts from the Wang Clan.
"RETREAT!" Jian Wuyou from the Heavenly Sword Sect felt his heart trembling. He gave the order to retreat, not daring to remain here any longer.
"LEAVE, QUICKLY LEAVE!" The experts from the Li Clan also started to panic. They had to leave this place or death awaited them.
Qin Wentian's cold gaze landed on them. Everywhere his gaze passed by, the wailing of the sword intent could be heard, borrowing the might of the demon sword to reap the lives of those who died.
Those from the Heavenly Sword Sect and Li Clan fell one after another, causing those from the Zong Clan to be completely dumbfounded.
Qin Wentian, he was actually able to borrow the might of the demon sword?
"RETREAT QUICKLY!" Jian Wuyou from the Heavenly Sword Sect howled in rage. Qin Wentian stared at the fleeing experts, his countenance as cold as ever.
His other hand was placed on the body of the demon sword, and after which, he slowly sliced open a wound. Fresh blood flowed unceasingly into the demon sword, and the mournful wails of the demon sword grew increasingly terrifying as the manifestation of the Heavens and Earth grew even more dazzling.
Qin Wentian pulled out the sword once again. This time around, the sword was raised five feet into the air. The earth rumbled as the sword range ruptured, and the precipice trembled violently as a fearsome sword might engulfed the entire world.
"Heavenly Sword Sect, Li Clan, you failed to kill me, yet you still wish to retreat?"
A cold voice rang out, as though it had fused together with the mournful wails of the sword. This was the voice of the sword, and also the voice of Qin Wentian.
A cold wind gusted by, causing everyone to feel an extreme chill.
Those from the Heavenly Sword Sect frantically fled, but at this moment, there were some people beside them who felt a chill on their bodies. They touched their bodies, only to see fresh blood on their bodies. Their countenances instantly paled as they screamed in agony.
Numerous silhouettes descended from the precipice. Jian Wuyou felt a deep shock in his heart when he saw this scene. He regretted his actions today.
The Li Clan was the same. In this short period of time, it was unknown how many experts had fallen, and how many geniuses of their clan had perished in this battle.
Those from the Wang Clan were the fastest to flee, but similarly, more than half of them had perished. When they rushed out of the precipice, the mournful wails of the sword finally weakened, and the threat they felt was reduced. However, they still continued to flee, not daring to stay any longer.
Those from the Heavenly Sword Sect and Li Clan also arrived soon after. Their countenances were like dead ashes, as despair filled their hearts.
Why was the ending of this battle so tragic?
Tonight, the elites of the Heavenly Sword Sect and Li Clan had all been dispatched to the sword range. But now, their elites were all annihilated. From now onwards, there would no longer be three major powers in the Sword Reverence City.
When they thought of this, their hearts were filled with sorrow.
At this moment, the people of the Sword Reverence City continued to rush out, and when they saw the scene before them, their hearts trembled with fear.
What was going on?
The Wang Clan and Li Clan, as well as the Heavenly Sword Sect, all stared at the precipice with deep hatred and trepidation in their eyes. It was as though there was a devil lurking below the precipice.
In the air, the mournful wails of dragons and the wails of phoenixes could be heard. This was the manifestation of the mournful wails of the demon sword. Could it be that the experts of the three major powers had all perished in the hands of the demon sword?
"Are all of you satisfied with the ending of this battle?"
A voice drifted over from the precipice, yet it also seemed to descend from the heavens, fusing together with the mournful wails of the demon sword.
What was even more shocking was that at the instant they heard this voice, the remaining experts from the Wang Clan, Li Clan and Heavenly Sword Sect all soared up into the air, as though they were filled with fear.
Just a single voice was enough to cause them to be in such a state of panic.
This voice, whose voice did it belong to?
Who could have such a deterrent force?
They also saw that the hands of Jian Wuyou, the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the Patriarch of the Li Family, Li Zhentian, were trembling. For people at their level to have their hands trembling in fear, one could imagine what kind of terrifying things they had experienced.
"Why was the demon sword pulled out by him?"
The experts from the Wang Clan coldly spoke, staring at the experts from the Heavenly Sword Sect and Li Clan.
However, Jian Wuyou and Li Zhentian were also staring at him, their countenances were similarly cold, as though they didn't think highly of him.
For this battle, their elites were all destroyed. Now, would the Wang Clan still dare to question them?
Who would know that Qin Wentian was the one who pulled out the demon sword?
"Sir, it was your Wang Clan that wanted to deal with Qin Wentian. He pulled out the demon sword, but the one who suffered the most was us." Jian Wuyou's voice was ice-cold. Under the influence of his rage, he actually didn't fear offending the experts from the Wang Clan.
Upon hearing this voice, the hearts of the people in the surroundings couldn't help but tremble.
That voice earlier, was that Qin Wentian's voice?
Qin Wentian actually pulled out the demon sword that had remained unmoving for tens of thousands of years?
What kind of shocking battle happened tonight exactly?
At this moment, at the bottom of the precipice, the sword range was torn apart, as though it would be destroyed at any moment. Qin Wentian gripped the hilt of the demon sword with both his hands. His long hair fluttered in the wind as he stared at the sky, his gaze filled with boundless coldness.
He couldn't continue to pull out the demon sword. This sword was too demonic, it wanted to drink his blood dry.
Those from the Zong Clan gathered together. At this moment, great waves of shock rose up in their hearts, causing them to feel as though their hearts would explode at any moment.
This was too shocking, they had never imagined that something so shocking would happen.
Staring at the silhouette wielding the demon sword, it was as though that unmoving demon sword should have belonged to him in the first place.
That black-haired young man, when he was still in the Zong Clan, he was calm, tranquil, and didn't reveal his sharpness. Even when Zong Hong and Zong Peng provoked him several times, it was as though he didn't hear them at all.
But now, they had witnessed the arrogant side of that young man.
Was this the magnificence of the top ranker of the Heavenly Fate Rankings?
Was this the arrogance he displayed on the Heavenly Fate Ranking's battle platform?
What a pity, they had missed out on the ranking battle last year, and didn't have the chance to witness his radiance.
At this moment, that young man wielded the demon sword in his hands, as Astral Light cascaded down on him. He was akin to a supreme monarch, causing them to feel the urge to prostrate themselves in worship. Even the elder who had a grudge with Qin Wentian before felt ashamed of his own inferiority. This young man was as resplendent as the astral river, what qualifications did he have to criticize him? Even the clan leader of the Zong Clan, Zong Yi, didn't have the qualifications to control such a character.
The dragon was hidden in the depths of the Zong Clan, they had to grab hold of this opportunity. When the dragon soared above the nine heavens, it would be the day when their Zong Clan soared to the skies.
Zong Yi inclined his head, drawing in a deep breath as he spoke, "From today onwards, the Sword Son of the Zong Clan, Qin Wentian, shall command the entire Zong Clan. His authority shall be above the clan leader!"
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