Ancient Godly Monarch

AGM 407 – Suppression by Sword Intent

Upon hearing Qin Wentian’s words, the sword qi gushing forth from Zong Peng increased in intensity. A burst of astral light flashed as an ancient-sword Astral Soul manifested above his head.

A four-colored, Sword-type Astral Soul. In that moment, a surge of sword qi ravaged the entire skies and earth, carrying within it an aura that promised utter annihilation.

Qin Wentian said that Zong Peng, wasn’t qualified?

“How powerful.” The spectators trembled, a shiver running through their countenances. Before Qin Wentian, Zong Peng was the strongest nominee with the highest probability to become the Sword Son. His fourth Astral Soul originated from the 5th Heavenly Layer, and appeared to be a sword of shadows, without trace nor form, exuding a terrifying might.

Qin Wentian didn’t seem to be concerned at all. In fact, he hadn’t even glanced at Zong Peng.

Keeping his eyes fixed on Zong Hong, Qin Wentian took a step forward as an overwhelming oppressive surge of sword-might enveloped Zong Hong. The nature of this sword-might was neither tyrannical nor malicious, and it was filled with positive righteousness and an air of majesty, pressing down on Zong Hong’s Sword Heart.

Qin Wentian looked at him directly, and in the centre of Qin Wentian’s brows, it seemed as though there was an third eye there, focusing its stare onto Zong Hong as well.

“That night, who was it that asked you to seek me out?”

As he spoke, he took another step forward. His powerful will gushed into Zong Hong’s sea of consciousness, slowly eroding Zong Hong’s will.

The stifling aura made him almost unable to breath. He howled—Zong Peng!—as his body trembled under the throes of convulsions.

“Qin Wen, you’ve gone too far with your bullying.” Zong Peng roared in anger, stepping out. Qin Wentian swept his gaze over to him, as his terrifying will thundered into Zong Peng’s sea of consciousness. The power of that fearsome third eye abruptly halted Zong Peng’s steps.

Qin Wentian ignored him, glancing back at Zong Hong as he faintly spoke. “As a sword cultivator, your heart is not resolute enough, this is why others managed to make use of you. Go back and properly reflect upon this.”

As the sound of his voice faded, Qin Wentian pressed forward with his palms. In the same instant, Zong Hong’s body flew backwards from the force generated and landed on a training platform far away.

Coughing out blood, Zong Hong’s face was painted with a sudden glimpse of enlightenment. To him, that short period of time felt like an eternity. When facing off against Qin Wentian, he had the feeling that Qin Wentian was an incomparably huge mountain that was impossible for him to exceed.

The disparity between him and Qin Wentian was actually too great.

However, the words said by Qin Wentian earlier caused alarm-bells to start ringing in his mind. His Sword Heart wasn’t resolute enough, hence people were able to make use of him?

“You actually dared to bully the weaker ones in front of my presence?” The elder in the air spoke in a towering rage. The sword intent radiating from him grew increasingly terrifying.

Qin Wentian inclined his head to stare at him, with no fluctuations to his countenance. He was like an incomparably sharp sword as he directly matched the gaze of that elder.

“Elder, let me handle it. This person is too unruly.” Zong Peng drew in a deep breath as the sound of swords keening filled the entire space. In the middle of the air, his fourth Astral Nova shone with resplendent sword light and in that instant, the entire space echoed with a cacophony of sword wails and keens. The other spectators all retreated, they were too afraid to go near it.

If one’s sword intent was powerful enough, they could use it to kill their opponents from far away.

Zong Peng had already been in the Heavenly Dipper Realm for two years, and succeeded in condensing his fourth Astral Nova. As such, he was exceedingly powerful. The battle intent in his eyes surged in intensity, towering over the heavens as he stared at Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian’s eyes slowly shifted upon Zong Peng.

Zong Hong’s actions had been instigated by Zong Peng. If that was the case, the person standing before him was someone extremely devious.. He wanted to steal the position of Sword Son away, yet didn’t act openly. He chose to first destroy Qin Wentian’s reputation, making it difficult for Qin Wentian to establish his footing in the Zong Clan.

Zong Peng’s character could be described using a single word—despicable.

“Peng!”

Qin Wentian stepped out as the Heavens and Earth shuddered. A kingly sword-might burst forth and an instant later, the swords strapped on the spectators’ backs began to react, vibrating violently without cease.

In a single moment, the hissing of hundreds upon hundreds of swords could be heard, forming an unending cacophony.

Zong Peng flicked a finger outwards, and instantly, his fourth and most powerful Astral Nova flew forward with explosive speed. However in that same instant, Qin Wentian took another step forward as the ancient sword strap behind his back propelled slightly upwards. The kingly sword-might swept over everything, and even Zong Peng’s Astral Nova was forcibly halted by an overwhelming forceful suppression. It trembled violently in mid-air, unable to advance a single inch forward.

Such a bizarre scene caused the eyes of everyone present to narrow, as great shock painted their faces.

“How is this possible?”

The scene before their eyes was completely unbelievable. Especially for Zong Peng, whose gaze stiffened as even the sword-might radiating from him actually turned sluggish.

His Astral Nova felt as though it was being impeded by a force. It couldn’t advance forward.

“KILL!”

Zong Peng howled in rage, and continued pressing forward with his finger. An instant later, sword-might whistled, concentrating onto his Astral Nova, powering it, allowing it to forcibly advanced forward.

However at that moment, Qin Wentian took yet another step forward. That simple step caused the entirety of the sword qi within that space to gather into a single body. He was the origin of this sword qi, he was the sovereign of this sword Dao.

“Rumble!”

An exceedingly fearsome sword intent, akin to the howling of demons, emanated forth from Qin Wentian. Zong Peng’s Astral Nova, that was forcefully advancing forward, slowed down once again.

Seeing this scene happening once again made Zong Peng lose all his face. He roared in anger as he soared up into the skies, arriving to stand before his Astral Nova. His will of the Mandate of Swords erupted out in a frenzy, powering his Nova.

With a wave of his hand, the will of his Mandate transformed into a curtain of swords that completely enveloped his Nova, bursting forth with brilliant rays of light as though capable of making the day even more resplendent.

“With your lowly character, you are not worthy for me to draw my sword.”

Qin Wentian spoke faintly, his calm voice shaking the void. The hearts of the spectators had already reached the extreme limits of shock, incapable of further increase.

Zong Peng, how powerful was he? Yet Qin Wentian actually announced that Zong Peng wasn’t worthy of him drawing his sword, right to his face.

In that moment, Qin Wentian’s aura erupted forth, allowing the others to view the truth for themselves. His cultivation was the same as Zong Peng—he was also in the first level of the Heavenly Dipper Realm.

Yet from his body, a surge of kingly sword-might was emanating outwards. It was as though he was the king, the monarch of everything before him.

Qin Wentian took yet another step forward. The keening of the sword continued unabated as a crisp, crackling sound punctured the air. In the air, Zong Peng actually let out a groaning sound—he could sense that the Astral Nova he summoned was about to be shattered into pieces.

Astral Novas were the foundation of Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns. Once their Astral Nova was shattered, even their Yuanfu would be damaged.

For Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns that only condensed a single Nova, once their Nova was shattered, their Yuanfu would be broken; but if a Sovereign had condensed a total of four Astral Novas, when one was shattered, huge cracks would be seen on the surface of their Yuanfu, dropping their combat prowess immensely. Yet if his fourth Astral Nova was shattered, the Yuanfu would be completely destroyed, and the Heavenly Dipper Sovereign would become nothing more than a cripple.

At this moment, Zong Peng was still facing off against Qin Wentian, and he could already feel that his Astral Novas were showing signs of cracking.

This was suppression, a suppression of Astral Nova. How strong was Qin Wentian’s sword-type Astral Nova exactly?

A clear and sharp sound echoed from all around, and when Qin Wentian advanced forward, the swords strapped on the backs of the spectators all shattered into pieces.

The entire space, was filled with the sounds of wailing swords.

“Pu…”

Zong Peng felt something sweet rushing up his throat, and finally, he could hold back no longer and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his countenance turning pale-white.

“STAY YOUR HAND!”

The Elder in the air sensed that something was extremely wrong and attempted to stop Qin Wentian. But it was then that Qin Wentian stabbed out a finger, instantaneously causing a resplendent sword to burst forth, piercing towards Zong Peng’s Astral Nova

“Kacha, Kacha…”

Shattering sounds endlessly rang out, and Zong Peng gave a blood-curdling screech as he coughed out several mouthfuls of fresh blood. In the end, the cracks appearing on the Astral Nova widened more and more, eventually shattering into pieces.

The powerful Zong Peng, his Astral Nova had been completely fractured into pieces.

BANG!

Zong Peng’s body was ruthlessly slammed onto the ground. His countenance was as pale as paper and without a hint of color. From the aura fluctuations he was currently emitting, it seemed as though his life force could vanish at any moment.

His fourth Astral Nova had been annihilated—he had become a cripple.

Inclining his head, Zong Peng gazed at Qin Wentian with difficulty. His eyes were filled with towering hatred and incomparable venom.

He, Zong Peng, had cultivated bitterly for many years and eventually birthed a total of four Astral Novas. This should be the highlight of his years, the time for him to shine the most, and yet Qin Wentian had only been in the Zong Clan for a few days and shattered his Astral Nova in front of the other Zong Clan members.

“You are truly malicious.” Zong Peng’s voice held a chill that seemingly came from the abyss.

Qin Wentian coldly laughed, “Since you’ve been planning to act against me, destroying my reputation and even issuing a challenge to me. The ending you have now was all orchestrated by your own hands. You are unfit to be a member of the Zong Clan.”

Silence permeated the entire surroundings, while the hearts of everyone present pounded violently.

Even now, the spectators had yet to come back to their senses, they were all struck dumb when they looked at Zong Peng.

Zong Peng’s Astral Nova was shattered by Qin Wentian, and yet from the beginning of the battle until now, Qin Wentian’s sword hadn’t even left its sheath!

Qin Wentian dealt with Zong Peng with as much ease as dealing with Zong Hong, both were a piece of cake.

At this moment, Zong Hong was sitting on the ground, staring at the end result with disbelief etched on his face.

That day, Zong Peng’s words made him feel that Qin Wentian’s heart was narrow and petty-minded. His strength was far below Zong Peng’s and in the future, Zong Peng said that he would surely take the title of Sword Son away from Qin Wentian.

But today, when the truth came out, Zong Peng ended up as the one being completely suppressed in a fight.

This made Zong Hong reflect on his actions that day—had he truly done wrong?

Was Zong Peng really using him?

That day, Qin Wentian hadn’t brushed him off in an arrogant manner. Right from the start, his exact words to him was telling him to study the ancient text more, gleaning more perspectives before embarking on his own path. Qin Wentian’s tyrannical sword Dao, wasn’t that a result of him walking his own path?

Now that he thought about it, when Zong Hong glanced at the young man again, he actually felt a deep sense of shame at his own inferiority. Qin Wentian even seemed younger than him.

Qin Wentian’s attainment in the Dao of Swords had already convinced everyone present here today.

However, having strength was having strength, he’d actually crippled Zong Peng.

Zong Peng was still a member of their Zong Clan, while Qin Wentian was an outsider with a different surname.

What made people speechless was that earlier when the elder called for him to stop, Qin Wentian continued stabbing out with his finger, destroying Zong Peng. And when that elder finally wanted to act, he had reacted too slowly and and was late by a single step.

At this moment, he stood in front of Zong Peng’s shattered Nova, as he stared down with fury at Qin Wentian. His gaze was akin to a sharp sword, wanting to penetrate through Qin Wentian, while an immense killing intent gushed forth from his body.

“You… Very well, it seems that must clean up the garbage on behalf of the clan lord.” That elder’s body trembled slightly as his aura surged up; he was many times stronger compared to Zong Hong.

Qin Wentian’s gaze was completely devoid of fear, as he matched gazes with that elder, stating in a cold voice, “I wonder if Elder would take action if Zong Peng was the one who crippled me earlier?”

“Hmph.” The elder took a step forward, his killing intent causing the hearts of the crowd to tremble.

Qin Wentian coldly laughed, and with a flick of his wrist he produced the sword that was the symbol of the Sword Son, sending it soaring in the skies, before hovering in mid-air.

“I’ve angered Elder, hence Elder wants to kill me. But with my identity as the Sword Son, Zong Peng angered me, going against his superiors. What’s wrong with me crippling him?” Qin Wentian continued laughing coldly as he continued, “And since this is the case, with the symbolic sword of the Sword Son as proof, I really want to see how you’ll kill me, the Sword Son of the Zong Clan.”

As the sound of his words faded, Qin Wentian advanced, soaring into the skies.

He actually wanted to fight against the elder!

This scene caused the pupils of the surrounding crowd to widen in disbelief. Once again, their hearts pounded violently without cease, utterly dumbfounded in their amazement!

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