Ancient Godly Monarch

AGM 532 – Completely Losing All Face

Tan Feng inclined his head, staring at Qin Wentian in the air. That instantaneous movement technique of his was truly powerful. At the very moment he executed that technique, Qin Wentian’s speed rose to such heights that even Tan Feng’s perception was unable to track him.

“Do you only know how to dodge?” Tan Feng icily spat, the blood in his body surging, circulating frenziedly through him. His blood-might exuded with a black-reddish glow, striking terror in the hearts of the people.

Actually at this moment, Tan Feng was feeling extremely dispirited. He was proficient in attacks, but when faced against Qin Wentian’s instantaneous movement technique, only control-type astral souls would be able to restrict it. But at the Heavenly Dipper Realm, cultivators could only have four astral souls to use in combination at the most. They had no way to ensure that all their stats were balanced and tended to prioritize some areas over the others. Without having at least eight or nine astral novas, it was impossible to be perfectly well-rounded.

“Dodging?” Qin Wentian stared at Tan Feng as he continued, “You are not the only one who has a bloodline limit.”

As the sound of Qin Wentian’s voice faded, a crimson glow instantly enveloped his body as a towering and terrifying demonic qi engulfed the entire space. Chaotic streams of demonic-aligned energy currents flowed all around him. In the center of his brows, a resplendent beam of light glimmered, Qin Wentian’s entire person turned fiendish, and his demonic eyes cause a chill that struck the deepest recesses of the souls of people who gazed into it, invoking a sense of awe and reverence. This was the aura of a demon overlord that could rule the world.

“Show me how strong a sixth-level Heavenly Dipper Sovereign genius from the Violet Thunder Sect really is.” A long spear appeared in Qin Wentian’s hands. At this moment, Tan Feng inexplicably felt an intense sense of danger when he stared at the silhouette in the air.

Pressing both palms outwards, Tan Feng’s entire body gleamed with a radiant golden color, and the sense of sharpness radiating from him skyrocketed several folds. It was as though his entire body was now a suit of golden armor formed from the will of the Mandate of Gold.

After which, his golden palms interweaved with shades of brilliant red and opaque/muted black, projecting an oppressive aura borne from his blood-might.

“Bzzz!” Qin Wentian’s body dashed downwards, bringing with him an overwhelming pressure. The chaotic streams of demon energy allowed him to fill the hearts of others with trepidation as his long spear penetrated the void. As before, his spear strikes were silent and without presence, each blow surpassing the speed of sound as they lunged towards Tan Feng. This spear strike appeared exceedingly ordinary, yet the hearts of the spectators couldn’t help but tremble in fear when they saw it. This was a spear strike that had the power to annihilate all life.

“Great Destruction Palm Imprint.” Tan Feng instantly blasted his left palm outwards, resulting in a gigantic palm imprint directly blocking the path of the incoming spear. Crumbling sounds echoed as cracks appeared on the gigantic palm imprint. After which it explosively shattered, causing an aura of extreme danger to permeate the air.

Tan Feng wasn’t surprised, his palm had never stopped moving. He knew a single Great Destruction Palm Imprint wouldn’t be able to block that spear. Right then, a blood-colored seal appeared on his palms, causing numerous terrifying blood imprints to appear. The blood imprints flared as his blood-colored palm was actually able to forcibly withstand the spear attack. Even so, Tan Feng could only feel his blood prints being eradicated from the force of that impact, as well as a jarring sensation jolting his arm.

Yet, he didn’t care. He only responded by blasting his right palm towards Qin Wentian.

Surge after surge of devastating sword qi gushed out, Qin Wentian reacted in turn by slamming his left palm outwards, colliding directly against Tan Feng’s palm. The two of them separated, and Qin Wentian instantly sensed a powerful stream of black-colored blood energy rushing into his arm, corroding it. This was the power of the Spark Fire bloodline after it was imbued with the will from the Mandate of Blood, exhibiting dual attributes of destruction and corrosion. Yet Tan Feng hadn’t come out of that clash without harm as well—his entire arm trembled involuntarily, feeling as though it could shatter into dust at any moment.

Tan Feng’s strength was of a higher level compared to any of the past sixth-level Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns Qin Wentian had met before. Especially when it came to attacking.

“Corrode!”

Tan Feng’s gaze was as cold as ice. As the sound of his voice faded, a stream of black blood shot forth from his body, revolving in a circle, trapping Qin Wentian within.

“This isn’t looking good.” The countenances of those from the Battle Sword Sect drastically changed—they could clearly sense the destructive power within the blood. Upon making contact, the victim would probably corrode to death in an instant.

However, Qin Wentian didn’t seem at all concerned. In the center of his brows, a third eye seemed to open as the terrifying will of his Mandate gushed into Tan Feng’s sea of consciousness.

“Dream Immersion,” Qin Wentian coldly stated. Tan Feng’s eyes involuntarily closed, he instantly bit his tongue, trying to keep his mind awake while simultaneously piercing his finger, shrinking the radius of the circular stream of blood, with Qin Wentian still within it.

Qin Wentian was enveloped by danger on all sides, with no visible way of escape.

“HOWL~” A terrifying roar reverberated the skies—an incomparably large, malevolent, extremely terrifying demonic beast had appeared directly behind Qin Wentian. It was none other than a Demon Sovereign. That Demon Sovereign wrapped its arms around Qin Wentian protectively, absorbing the full power from the corrosive blood to gush into it instead. This Demon Sovereign was an astral nova, it wasn’t alive, so how could it fear this kind of corrosion energy?

At the same instant, Tan Feng released his astral novas as well—a flame devil, a blood python, a lightning giant and a golden sharp sword.

“DIE!” Tan Feng’s eyes were still closed. He lifted his hands once more, reaching towards the direction of the Demon Sovereign. The stream of destructive energy from his blood directly combusted, causing explosions in the air that prevented Qin Wentian from getting near to him.

Qin Wentian flicked his finger forwards, his King Sword astral nova penetrated through space, exuding an aura of supreme sword-might. It emitted an unceasing whistling sound from the sword melody as it slashed downwards, its power capable of splitting apart everything.

Qin Wentian took a step forth, directly stepping upon the King Sword astral nova as a torrential sword qi ravaged the area.

Tan Feng’s silhouette flickered, dodging backwards while simultaneously expanding the scope of his explosions. Yet, as Qin Wentian continued stepping down, his killing intent continued to magnify, coalescing into a storm that threatened to tear apart everything.

Tan Feng’s golden sword clashed against the black-colored King Sword, yet Qin Wentian calmly stomped down, and the sound of something splintering echoed out. Cracks actually appeared on the surface of the golden sword, causing Tan Feng to groan miserably as his countenance paled. Qin Wentian’s astral nova was actually stronger compared to his?! It should be known that his cultivation was two levels above Qin Wentian’s, and by logic, his tempered astral novas should be more closer to perfection.

Qin Wentian took another step, causing the cracks to grow into fissures. The supreme sword qi gushing forth from him instantly penetrated right into Tan Feng’s body. Tan Feng’s bloodline power circulated madly as he released all his astral souls. Under that domineering sword intent, he knew that if he failed to defend against this successfully, he’d end up destroyed by it sooner or later.

“Bzzz!” Tan Feng instantly retracted the golden sword to prevent further damage to it and sent out the lightning giant and flame devil astral nova instead. Using his blood python to tie down the Demon Sovereign, Tan Feng disregarded everything and sped towards Qin Wentian. He blasted out a palm strike containing nothing but an aura of extermination and destruction.

“DIE!”

The Seven Annihilations Swordplay completely exploded. Tan Feng gave a blood-curdling scream as blood leaked out from the sides of his mouth. All that destructive energy he summoned from burning his blood was utterly demolished by that overwhelming burst of sword qi. The remainder of the sword qi gushed right into his body, and a hint of fear finally appeared in his eyes.

“SCRAM!” The golden sharp sword shot out once again in defense. Qin Wentian’s long spear transformed into a beam of light, shooting through space, and like steel cutting through bamboo it pierced right through the center of Tan Feng’s brows.

The pervasive destructive energy gradually dissipated, the astral novas all returned to their original positions. The crowd stared up at the figure standing arrogantly in the air.. Qin Wentian had driven a spear through Tan Feng’s brows, an utterly impossible and shocking sight.

He, who was at the fourth-level of Heavenly Dipper, had actually killed a genius character from the Violet Thunder Sect, one with a cultivation base at the sixth level. Such an achievement left the hearts of the spectators pounding in fear.

“Chi!” Qin Wentian pulled out his spear. Tan Feng’s body fell through the air, a Heaven’s Chosen from the Violet Thunder Sect had fallen in combat at the battle arena of the Ye Country just like that.

Those from the Violet Thunder Sect all stood up, all with ashen expressions upon their faces. Never in their wildest dreams would they have guessed that the ending would be like this. Qin Wentian was actually powerful enough to kill Tan Feng.

“Such combat prowess…” Even the members of the Battle Sword Sect were dumbstruck. With both battles, Qin Wentian’s actions had undoubtedly made clear to everyone how powerful the Battle Sword Sect was. He’d stepped on the faces of those from the Violet Thunder Sect to prove himself.

“Any more excuses?” Qin Wentian pointed his long spear at Ye Kongfan. He had slain two people consecutively, with even one of them being at the sixth level of Heavenly Dipper. What more excuses could Ye Kongfan have?

Ye Kongfan’s countenance grew incredibly unsightly. He had to answer to the sect for Tan Feng’s death. Yet, what truly angered him was that in front of so many people, Tan Feng had actually died in the hands of a member from the Battle Sword Sect two levels weaker than to him. They were the ones who’d started everything, and to make matters worse, that very same person was also someone who Mo Qingcheng loved.

His eyes flashed with an intense killing intent. If he could do so, he wanted nothing more than to act personally and kill Qin Wentian. However, he knew this was impossible with the members of the Battle Sword Sect present, so he could only hide his killing intent deep in his heart.

Qin Wentian could naturally feel the killing intent in the hearts of those from the Violet Thunder Sect. He coldly laughed as he stated again, “You all should stop challenging the members of my Battle Sword Sect. You guys are truly not worthy.”

After speaking, Qin Wentian kept his long spear. His silhouette flickered as he sped towards the spectators stand. When he arrived there, he saw a few members from the Violet Thunder Sect already stepping out to intercept him. The members of the Battle Sword Sect instantly reacted, and Duan Han icily asked, “Losing in a challenge and resorting to such actions directly after that? Can the Violet Thunder Sect not afford to lose? Truly, your behavior has been eye-opening.”

“How can that be? It’s only because our brothers have died that’s why we find it hard to control our emotions,” Ye Kongfan coldly replied while waving his hands, signaling for his cronies to retreat. Qin Wentian didn’t slow, he continued on and arrived beside Mo Qingcheng. “Qingcheng, although the combat in the battle arena is exciting, the presence of some of the people here simply tarnish the ambience. Let us leave.”

“Right.” Mo Qingcheng naturally listened to Qin Wentian. She stood up and left together, walking shoulder to shoulder right beside him, her actions causing countless in the crowd to be taken aback. It seemed that the relationship between the Holy Maiden of the Medicine Sovereign Valley and this member of the Battle Sword Sect, was far from ordinary.

The Battle Sword Sect disciples coldly laughed, staring at those from the Violet Thunder Sect before they left as well.

The maidens from the Medicine Sovereign Valley naturally followed behind Mo Qingcheng. Very quickly, only Ye Kongfan and the others remained.

Today was originally a day where he could show his strong points, but reality was the exact opposite, causing him to completely lose all face. In front of so many people, this was truly an embarrassing situation to be in.

“Kongfan, if you don’t avenge this insult, you are better off not being a human.” An expert from the Violet Thunder Sect coldly stated, his murderous intentions plain in his voice.

Ye Kongfan tightly clenched his fists as a glacial light flickered in his eyes. There was a towering killing intent in his heart—he knew that today, the one who had lost all face, the one who was the most embarrassed, was none other than himself, the ‘host’ of this event!