Qin Wentian's consciousness was drawn into that blood-colored world for the third time. The eyes of the devil king in the air were incomparably cold. He stared at Qin Wentian as he brandished his devil saber once more.
Qin Wentian coldly stared at the devil king in the air. His eyes were filled with a terrifying stubbornness as he coldly spoke, "Severing my consciousness is equivalent to severing my life, injuring my state of mind. You can easily force me to retreat. Close your eyes, I don't dare to look directly into the eyes of the devil statue."
His voice was extremely cold. When his consciousness entered the statue, the devil king directly destroyed it.
"You want to force me to retreat with a single strike? In that case, my ranking will be fixed at the bottom. Who exactly are you?" Qin Wentian coldly spoke.
As the sound of his voice faded, a terrifying aura descended. The devil king didn't say anything, he merely stared at him with his cold blood-colored eyes. Another slash of his saber slashed out, one of his arms was severed. It was incomparably painful, one could even see blood dripping unceasingly from where his severed arm was severed.
"As expected, you have your own consciousness." Qin Wentian inclined his head and stared at the devil king. Before this, he was only doubtful, but now, he was completely certain.
The devil king of the devil statue had its own consciousness. If not, how could it be so precise, cutting off one of his arms with a single slash, torturing him to death?
Qin Wentian's consciousness was drawn into the statue, he would have all of his senses. Such a torturous killing was to make Qin Wentian struggle in pain, to make him lose, to force him out of the competition.
Another beam of saber light slashed down, severing the other arm of Qin Wentian. However, he still stood there. Although his entire body was convulsing in pain, his eyes were still fixated in front of him.
The blood-red light slashed down, descending directly from the top of Qin Wentian's head inch by inch, swallowing Qin Wentian bit by bit, as if it had deliberately slowed down the process of killing Qin Wentian to torture Qin Wentian's will.
Outside, Qin Wentian let out a muffled groan. Blood even flowed from the corner of his mouth. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and he stumbled backward. His consciousness was constantly being devoured and then killed. This kind of torture was enough to make one's will collapse. This was purgatory torture.
"Haha, I didn't expect the statues to have their own consciousness and know how to torture and kill me. Again!" Qin Wentian laughed maniacally. His terrifying devil eyes gleamed with an incomparably fearsome might. That whirlpool directly caused him to sink into it, sucking his will into it once more. Only Qin Wentian's voice remained, echoing through the air.
Everyone was shocked, and their eyes were fixed on Qin Wentian's figure. Many cultivators' eyes were shining brightly.
The statue has its own consciousness? Torture and kill him?
The gazes of some silently turned to Dongsheng Ting only to see Dongsheng Ting's expression was as calm as ever. He then spoke, "The test of the devil statue is extremely difficult, it's the same for all geniuses. Let them experience the true cruelty of killing and see who can endure it."
Dongsheng Ting was intentionally explaining to everyone, but was the truth really so? Was the endurance of Qin Wentian's will really the weakest among the ten? If not, why would his reaction be the most intense?
Also, what was the consciousness Qin Wentian was talking about? Was this something Qin Wentian fabricated?!
However, although there were bewilderment in their hearts, the immortal kings naturally wouldn't say anything. This was an immortal banquet of the Dongshengxian Gate and the rules were set by Dongsheng Ting. The experts of the Dongshengxian Gate naturally understood what they were doing. As for those experts who came here to attend the banquet, they naturally wouldn't speak carelessly.
The spectators only saw Qin Wentian being forced back again and again. Fresh blood flowed unceasingly from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the ground. Not only Qin Wentian, the other participants were in the same situation as well. It was as though all of them were enduring immense pain.
Finally, one person couldn't endure it any longer and shifted his gaze away. This person was none other than the top ranker of the Qian Prefecture, Ye Qianchen.
Someone as powerful as Ye Qianchen was actually the first person to be eliminated in this round.
What sort of might did this devil statue contain exactly?
Only to see that in the depths of the Dongshengxian Gate, there was a palace. Within this palace, a gigantic and imposing figure could be seen sitting cross-legged. This was none other than a powerful devil cultivator. His eyes were closed as devil qi revolved around him. At this moment, his consciousness wasn't here, but was focused on the battle platform far away.
"How tenacious." That devil figure spoke in a low voice. His eyes opened as an extremely cold light flickered within. Those blood-colored devil eyes of his actually bore a slight resemblance to the devil king within the devil statue.
He used all sorts of methods, using all sorts of methods to torture Qin Wentian to death yet that brat still refused to give up. In this case, he had no choice but to act against the others as well. If not, it would be too obvious that he was targeting Qin Wentian and his highness would lose face.
Sadly, his immortal sense could only exist within the devil statue. He himself was sealed within and couldn't seep out. If not, he would instantly be discovered by the other immortal kings and that would undoubtedly be a slap to the face of the Dongshengxian Gate. He naturally wouldn't do such a thing.
"I want to see how long you can endure." That devil cultivator icily spoke, as his will ravaged Qin Wentian's consciousness again and again. Even if Qin Wentian's will was made of iron, he probably wouldn't be able to endure such endless torment.
Since that devil statue had its own consciousness, he naturally could do the same as the first round of the test.
In the first round, as long as the Dream Demon King was willing, he could easily determine the rankings because his dream covered all ten participants.
For the second round, although it was conducted in secret, at the very least on the surface, the ten participants were all standing there. Everyone could see their reactions clearly, and the will of this devil cultivator couldn't break out from the devil statue. Hence, he was somewhat restricted. But at the very least, he could still easily control the situation. For example, he could choose who to attack the most frequently.
For this point, he could make his own choice. From a certain perspective, this second round of the test which seemed fair was actually no different from the first round.
However from the surface, there was no doubt that this test was extremely fair. There were no tricks at all. If it wasn't for Qin Wentian and a few others who voiced their doubts, there wouldn't even be a trace of doubt.
A roar of rage rang out. The second participant who couldn't endure any longer was eliminated. This time around, it was the second ranker of the Western Desert Prefecture, Qin Ta. His combat prowess was extremely high but his will was a little weak. Hence, he was eliminated.
The third person to be eliminated was none other than Zi Qingxuan. In the previous round, she was also the third to be eliminated and was ranked third from the bottom.
Zi Qingxuan's countenance turned pale. She stared at the devil statue before her as a cold light flickered in her eyes. She had already endured too much but ultimately, she couldn't endure any longer. Her will was already on the verge of collapse and she could only choose to retreat.
However, her cold eyes were burning with the flames of doubt. She could also sense that the devil king in the statue had its own consciousness. Since it could think, there was a possibility that it would target her.
If the devil king wanted to target someone, the first person to bear the brunt of it should be Qin Wentian.
Zi Qingxuan turned her gaze to Qin Wentian only to see that Qin Wentian was in an extremely miserable state. His body was almost pushed to the edge of the platform, and in between him and the devil statue, traces of blood that had yet to dry could be seen.
If it wasn't for the fact that Qin Wentian was bitterly enduring, he would have long given up.
The final test was divided into three rounds. In the first round, Qin Wentian was already ranked last.
This was the second round. If he was ranked last again, no matter how outstanding he was in the final round, he wouldn't be able to enter the top three.
He had to do everything he could to reach the top of the rankings.
He mustn't be defeated again.
With a howl of rage, Qin Wentian's will was severed once more. In that instant of time, he actually took a step forward before his will was sucked into the devil statue once more. This was like a cycle of reincarnation, with no end in sight.
The remaining seven were bitterly enduring, pushing their limits. Finally, Jun Mengchen couldn't hold on any longer. Although he gave it his all, he still couldn't persist any longer. For this round, he could only be ranked # 7.
Qin Wentian was still persisting. He actually started to step in the opposite direction. Every step he took was accompanied by the determination of his blood.
"Senior brother, just give up." Jun Mengchen spoke in a low voice when he saw how much pain Qin Wentian was enduring. He knew how difficult it was for Qin Wentian inside. That perverted devil king was using cruel methods to torture them.
Qin Wentian didn't give up. Mo Wen couldn't persist any longer and was ranked # 6 in this round.
"He's in the top five." Jun Mengchen and Zi Qingxuan both clenched their fists. Under such circumstances, Qin Wentian was ranked in the top five.
In order to not be too obvious, right now, everyone was enduring the pain of their will being destroyed. In addition, the frequency was the same as Qin Wentian. The next one who couldn't endure any longer was Ruthless. Even he who cultivated devil arts couldn't endure any longer and was ranked # 5.
"Top four." Jun Mengchen's eyes gleamed with sharpness.
The powerful Feather King finally shifted his gaze away.
"Top three." Jun Mengchen and Zi Qingxuan helped Qin Wentian to count the rankings. But after some time, Qin Wentian finally coughed out a mouthful of blood as he shifted his gaze away. He squatted down, feeling his entire body drenched in sweat as his aura weakened.
His ranking was also fixed. For this round, he was ranked # 3.
"Senior brother." Jun Mengchen's silhouette flickered as he appeared before Qin Wentian.
"Don't worry." Qin Wentian glanced at Gu Zhantian. There were still two more participants, it was enough for him to obtain the top three.
He sat down cross-legged as the power of his bloodline surged. A strand of flawless white flames circulated around his body, gradually healing his damaged mental state.
The last two participants were still persisting.
Ultimately, the first to give up was Gusu Tianqi. His will was so strong that he managed to persist till the end.
"Hua Taixu actually defeated Gusu Tianqi in terms of will, obtaining the # 1 position."
"Gusu Tianqi and Hua Taixu. In the first round, Gusu Tianqi was # 1 while Hua Taixu was # 2. In this round, the two of them were the exact opposite. As long as they can perform outstandingly in the last round, wouldn't they be able to obtain two of the top three spots?" The eyes of the spectators flickered as they glanced at Qin Wentian. He was frenziedly persisting, bitterly enduring and eventually managed to enter the top three in the second round. This was all for the sake of obtaining one of the top three spots in the last round!
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