Qin Wentian didn't feel surprised. Since he had entered the Immortal Martial Realm, he was destined to clash with these people.
In the previous battles on the floating bridges, the eighty-one medallion holders were all on different bridges. But regardless of the test of the Black Jiao Python, the test of the ox demon, the Cavern of Life and Death, or even the battle drum battlefield, all of them were filled with the danger of death.
The Immortal Martial Realm was known as the burial ground of geniuses. Now that he had exited the floating bridges, the truly fascinating battles had just begun.
Qin Wentian's gaze paused on the Saint Child of the Supreme Demon Sect for an instant before shifting his eyes away, staring at the top of the conical pagoda. Gradually, he grew familiar with that blinding light, yet Qin Wentian still couldn't see clearly what was within that beam of light. It was extremely blinding, and all he could see was a beam of intense light.
"Could this be an even more powerful treasure?" Qin Wentian silently mused.
"Sir Qin, can you guess what's up there?" Lin Xian`er smiled.
"Xian`er, you came first. Could it be that you don't know?" Qin Wentian curiously asked.
Lin Xian`er shook her head, her lips twitching as she replied, "This pagoda is extremely sinister. It's basically impossible to touch the object at the top from the outside. I'm afraid there's only one way to know. Climb up the pagoda step by step, climbing to the highest peak. Only then would there be a chance."
An expression of bewilderment flashed past Qin Wentian's face when he heard this. He seriously stared at the light cascading down from the top of the pagoda. Indeed, the entire pagoda seemed to be enveloped by a layer of silvery light. Since these people didn't move, it was obvious that this pagoda wasn't so easy to ascend.
"How do I ascend the pagoda?" Qin Wentian asked.
"It's very simple. You just have to walk up the tower. However, Young Master Qin, you must be prepared before you ascend the tower. This is because the moment you take the first step, the others will follow you. At that time, their attacks will be directed at Young Master Qin," Xian 'er said. Her voice was gentle, and she explained in detail.
Only then did Qin Wentian notice that the eleven geniuses before him were all maintaining the same posture. Not a single one of them moved. They all stood there quietly. It was obvious that they had fought before and were all waiting for the right time.
Although the Saint Child of the Supreme Demon Sect had killing intent towards him, he didn't move and merely stood quietly at his original location.
"Since I'm already here, I should at least give it a try." Qin Wentian's eyes flashed with a strange light. After that, he stepped forward and walked towards the pagoda in front of him.
The pagoda was very tall. The moment Qin Wentian stepped onto the edge of the pagoda, the other 11 prodigies moved at the same time.
"Not knowing the immensity of death." The Saint Child of the Supreme Demon Sect coldly snorted as a towering demonic qi gushed forth from him.
Qin Wentian entered the light cascading down from the top of the pagoda. The resplendent light cascaded down on him, yet it caused Qin Wentian to feel an endless pressure. There was a flight of stairs at the edge of the pagoda. With a single step, he directly ascended the pagoda. At the instant he ascended, the other ten plus people also did the same.
At this moment, Qin Wentian discovered that he could actually see the silhouettes of all the geniuses in the pagoda with a single glance. All eleven of them were clearly reflected in his vision.
"Sir Qin, be careful. Here, any attack you launch will hit everyone at the same time. It's the same for the attacks of the others as well."
As the sound of Lin Xian`er's voice faded, Qin Wentian saw the Saint Child of the Supreme Demon Sect unleashing his attack. That was a blood-colored palm imprint that contained an incomparably violent demonic energy. The palm imprint shone with blood-colored runic light as it bore down on Qin Wentian, containing an intense destructive might. In just an instant, it had already arrived before Qin Wentian, slamming down towards him.
Not only for Qin Wentian, at this moment, all the other geniuses were suffering from the same attack. When the Saint Child of the Supreme Demon Sect unleashed his attack, it would simultaneously attack the other eleven.
Qin Wentian's palms glowed with a blood-colored light. Lifting his palms, he blasted out a palm imprint. An explosive sound rang out as the palm imprints collided with each other. An immense pressure bore down on Qin Wentian's arm, and although it dissipated, it still caused Qin Wentian's arm to tremble slightly.
However, this was only the beginning. Qin Wentian had just defended against this attack when he discovered a dazzling saber light slashing down. This saber light was as fast as lightning, slashing down from the middle of his body. The coldness of the saber light was so cold that it seemed as though it wanted to cleave him into two.
Qin Wentian's eyes narrowed. He lifted both his palms and blasted out in the air. The saber light slashed down, shattering the palm imprint, but the saber light also dissipated.
However, this was far from the end. Qin Wentian finally understood why Lin Xian`er had warned him to be careful.
Next, four to five consecutive attacks blasted over, causing Qin Wentian's blood and qi to churn wildly. There was no way for him to stop. Because at the same time he was enduring the attacks, everyone else was suffering the same as him. If they wanted to neutralize the attacks, they could only do so. The weakest among them would definitely be the first to be eliminated.
A thought flashed through Qin Wentian's mind. Before him, was there someone else who had already been killed? Although there were no corpses here, one must know that if the attacks of these geniuses landed perfectly, there would definitely be no corpses left.
"Sir Qin, be careful …" A clear voice rang out. After that, Qin Wentian saw Lin Xian`er's silhouette entering his sea of consciousness.
The melody of a zither rang out, resonating in his heart. Amidst this killing intent, it actually caused one to feel a sense of joy in the heart and the soul.
"Chi …" Amidst the melody, a killing note abruptly blasted out, aiming for his throat. Despite Lin Xian`er's warning, Qin Wentian's reaction was still delayed for a moment. The ancient halberd in his hands slashed out, shattering the note. After which, the ancient halberd whistled out once more, and with a piercing sound, Lin Xian`er's silhouette vanished from sight.
"YOU ARE STILL NOT DEAD?!" A howl of rage rang out, causing everyone's eardrums to tremble violently. It felt as though there were millions of demonic beasts pressing down on them. Qin Wentian saw the silhouette of the Saint Child of the Supreme Demon Sect vanishing from his original location, rushing towards all of them, as well as Qin Wentian.
"KILL!" The silhouette of the Saint Child of the Supreme Demon Sect enlarged before Qin Wentian's eyes, transforming into a giant that towered up into the skies. Punching out, a blood-colored light flashed frenziedly, as though there were millions of blood-colored demonic wolves rushing towards Qin Wentian. Each and every one of the demonic wolves had blood-colored eyes, and the way they stared at people caused their hearts to tremble in fear.
Everyone frenziedly clashed against the Saint Child of the Supreme Demon Sect, the flames of their battle ignited. A surge of blood-colored demonic qi gushed forth from Qin Wentian, soaring up into the skies, enveloping his entire person within. Qin Wentian's physique also grew taller, resembling a descendant of an ancient demon king. His eyes were incomparably lofty, capable of penetrating through the hearts of others. In the center of his brows, there was a vertical eye that shot out a terrifying demonic light.
Wielding a gigantic blood-colored ancient halberd, Qin Wentian's arms were clad in demonic armor. The Fiend Transformation Art had fully equipped him.
The gigantic blood-colored halberd trembled, bringing with it a boundless might. Qin Wentian's ancient halberd slashed out in the air. Everywhere the ancient halberd landed, the space around it trembled violently. The blood-colored demonic wolves were all annihilated one after another. This halberd strike contained a blood-colored frenzy, shattering all the attacks in front of him.
"Sir Qin's strength has grown stronger again." Lin Xian`er's voice was gentle. She sat down and strummed her zither, as though she was preparing to take a defensive stance instead of continuing to attack.
Beside Qin Wentian, Lou Bingyu moved. It was as though she was standing in the center of the pagoda. Snowflakes drifted down as a surge of ice-sealing energy gushed forth, swiftly freezing the entire space. Qin Wentian shivered involuntarily as he stared at the ice-cold silhouette wielding a sharp sword. She was like a proud and aloof plum blossom, blooming proudly in the midst of extreme snow and ice.
She was Lou Bingyu, the favorite disciple of the Plum Mountain Sword Sovereigness.
"Chi, chi …" Not only did Qin Wentian feel cold, he could also sense the sword qi. This sword qi seemed to have melted into the snow and ice in the air, fusing into the drifting frigid wind, slashing at his body, wanting to break through his defenses. Yet from the start till now, Lou Bingyu merely stood quietly in the center, she had yet to unleash her attack.
"Bzzz!" Lou Bingyu's hand moved. Her sword gleamed with a cold light akin to the winter snow. The drifting snowflakes in the air all exuded an intense killing intent.
A sword slashed out. This sword was so cold and aloof, just like Lou Bingyu herself. Qin Wentian only saw Lou Bingyu's silhouette piercing towards him, causing the snowflakes in the air to swirl about. The snowflakes transformed into a vortex, unceasingly piercing towards his body. Each snowflake was like a sharp sword, destroying his defenses.
Qin Wentian couldn't see the sword light anymore. He could only see the snowflake vortex rushing towards him. These snowflakes were as sharp as swords.
Qin Wentian stepped out as the ancient halberd once again stabbed out explosively. This halberd strike was formless, penetrating through the snowflake vortex. When the blood-colored ancient halberd came into contact with the snowflakes in the air, a terrifying pulsating energy gushed forth in all directions, shattering the snowflakes in the air as it collided head-on with the absolute killing sword in the vortex.
The ancient halberd froze as cracks appeared on its surface. With a deafening bang, the ancient halberd completely shattered. But at the same time, the sword also shattered.
"The disciple that the Plum Mountain Sword Sovereigness values the most is truly extraordinary." Qin Wentian silently mused. This sword strike wasn't the strongest attack of his opponent. He himself had held back, but so did his opponent.
However, one of them couldn't hold on any longer and died under Lou Bingyu's sword. His body lightened, Qin Wentian felt the pressure from the pagoda vanishing. After which, he saw the other participants stepping up into the air at the same time. With one eliminated, they would be one step closer to the top of the pagoda.
Qin Wentian similarly stepped up into the air. Staring at the dazzling white light, as well as the silk threads descending from above, he couldn't help but feel shock in his heart.
Only eleven Heaven Chosen remained. Was it destined that only one person would be able to walk to the top?
The Immortal Martial Realm had layers upon layers of selections, and the demon-level geniuses that emerged were all extremely terrifying existences that could suppress all Heaven Chosen. In that case, what was the ultimate goal of the Immortal Martial Realm?
Could it be that the rumors in the Royal Sacred Region were true?
Immortals, inheritances?
The Immortal Martial Realm had immortals?
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