Chapter 921: Slaying an Immortal Emperor's Descendant
Translator: Lordbluefire Editor: Lordbluefire
Xuan Yang's expression drastically changed when he heard Qin Wentian's words. It was just as Qin Wentian had said: Xuan Xing had already suffered a fatal strike. The only reason Xuan Xing had survived was because the Xuan Emperor's protective strand of immortal sense had activated.
Xuan Xing no longer had his immortal sense protecting him. If he suffered another full-powered attack from Qin Wentian, he would surely die, of that there was no doubt. This was also the reason why the Xuan Emperor had originally decided to destroy the God's Hand. However, at this moment, the power emanating from Qin Wentian was sufficient enough to cause another life-threatening threat to Xuan Xing. How could he not feel alarmed?
The moment he'd shouted 'What are you trying to say?', Qin Wentian's gigantic form had already moved. He was like a bolt of lightning descending the sky, containing immeasurable sword might.
Fast... so inconceivably fast.
"DAMN! XUAN XING, TAKE OUT YOUR IMMORTAL WEAPON!" Xuan Yang roared. However, Xuan Xing had no time to react; immediately after his conversation with Qin Wentian, he saw a terrifying great roc rushing at him. In an instant, Xuan Xing's aura blasted out at full power as light radiated from his hand, causing an immortal weapon to manifest.
"STOP!"
A cold voice rang out with overwhelming might. However, that burst of sword qi had already materialized into real swords. A seemingly endless amount of sword might enveloped Xuan Xing completely, just as the fearsome figure of the gigantic roc appeared right in front of him. If Qin Wentian were to extend his sharp talons right then, Xuan Xing would die instantly, his body pierced by ten thousand swords.
A mirror appeared in Xuan Xing's hands, shimmering with runic light, and traces of immortal power could be felt emanating from it. However, Xuan Xing couldn't activate it. A truly overpowering attack could determine life and death in the space of a single breath. Right now, Qin Wentian could kill him at any moment. Xuan Xing had time to take out his immortal-ranked weapon but didn't have the time to activate it.
"YOU DARE?!" Xuan Yang roared. He stepped forward, his aura towering up into the heavens, terrifying to the extreme. Yet, Qin Wentian's speed was too fast. In terms of pure speed, Xuan Yang was absolutely no match for Qin Wentian, let alone Xuan Xing. In the end, Xuan Yang wasn't swift enough to obstruct Qin Wentian from attacking Xuan Xing.
Xuan Xing's cold eyes stared at the gigantic figure before him as he icily stated, "If you kill me, even if you did manage to survive the City of Ancient Emperors, my royal father will definitely hunt you down the moment you leave."
By right, the matters of the junior generations when they underwent tempering outside was something the elder generations didn't interfere in. However, the Xuan Emperor would surely take action if it involved the death of one of his sons.
Killing Xuan Xing equated to enraging the Xuan Emperor.
The spectators felt their hearts pounding as they stared at this scene. Back when Qin Wentian had used the God's Hand, his strike had already reached fatal amounts of power, which caused Xuan Xing's protective strand of immortal sense to activate, blocking the attack. And now, without that protective immortal sense, there was no guarantee that Qin Wentian wouldn't kill Xuan Xing. He might truly be bold enough to do it, despite his target being a descendant of an immortal emperor.
Qing'er lowered her head and stared at the scene below. Her countenance was still frosty cold, and aside from the times she faced Qin Wentian, it would seem that her expression would remain unchanged. There wouldn't be any fluctuations in the state of her heart,and no matter what Qin Wentian did, she wouldn't stop him...not even if he wanted to kill the son of the Xuan Emperor, Xuan Xing!
"Put away the immortal weapon," Qin Wentian coldly spat out. Xuan Xing's expression turned stiff, staring at the great roc before him.
"Bzz!" The sword qi whistled in rage, as Qin Wentian's sharp talons pressed down half an inch forward. Boundless sword qi tunneled through Xuan Xing, the force from the might causing his long hair to flutter as his countenance turned even paler.
"Alright, I will keep it. You won't do anything foolish, right...?" As he spoke, Xuan Xing put away his immortal weapon, his voice trembling. The experts from the Twin Stars Alliance inched closer and closer to Qin Wentian. If Qin Wentian were to make a move, they would instantly rush to kill him in retaliation.
Qin Wentian's gigantic roc body moved closer to Xuan Xing. As he stared at the great roc's icy eyes, Xuan Xing's body started to shudder involuntarily.
Feeling nervous, incomparably so, Xuan Xing's entire body was taut with tension. When facing the line separating life from death, it didn't matter whether he was the son of the Xuan Emperor or a supreme genius at his peak—everything would end once he lost his life.
"Qin Wentian, you won't be able to withstand the consequences of killing Xuan Xing," Xuan Yang coldly spoke.
"Qin Wentian, don't act because of a moment's impulse. I can give up on the God's Hand." Xuan Xing was also proposing a compromise, even to the point of vowing that he'd relinquish his desire for the God's Hand.
However, Qin Wentian continued to descend, moving even closer. His gigantic body was close to touching the top of Xuan Xing's head. A stifling pressure bore down on Xuan Xing as overwhelming demonic qi blasted down at him. Xuan Xing trembled even more, staring at Qin Wentian with terror in his eyes.
"From now onwards, I shall show no mercy and execute all who desire the God's Hand, no matter who it is."
Qin Wentian coldly gave the declaration, the flapping of his wings generating fierce winds that completely ravaged his surroundings. His wings flapped once more, and suddenly Qin Wentian was like a bolt of lightning, vanishing completely from sight in an instant.
"BOOM!" Xuan Yang was stunned from shock, as were the other spectators. They stared at the torrent of blood splashing through the air. The source of all that blood was from Xuan Xing's head that had been punctured by sword qi. A sharp talon impaled him at the crown of his head while ten thousand swords penetrated his heart, leaving him dead beyond a doubt.
"He really did it..."
"A descendant of an immortal emperor—Qin Wentian has actually dared to kill Xuan Xing!"
"He controlled Xuan Xing step-by-step, forcing him to put away his immortal weapon while he moved closer and closer. He wasted so much time trying to kill Xuan Xing without using the full power of that supreme sword technique burning all his energy."
"Right from the start, Qin Wentian had already planned to kill Xuan Xing. The reason for him delaying was only for that final strike, using the simplest method to end Xuan Xing's life. However, he still hasn't unleashed that supreme sword might yet."
The hearts of all the spectators trembled. Xuan Xing's eyes weren't closed yet, his body slowly falling through the air. Regardless of how arrogant he'd been alive, or the fact that he was the son of an immortal emperor, he'd still lost his life in the City of Ancient Emperors.
Qin Wentian had truly dared to act, reaping Xuan Xing's life away.
"XUAN XING!!!!!!" Xuan Yang let out an earth-shattering roar. He dashed towards his younger brother's corpse as his body trembled violently. He clenched his fists tightly; his anger seemed to tower up into the skies—it felt like he could go mad at any moment.
His younger brother Xuan Xing had actually died in this tempering exercise, right in the City of Ancient Emperors.
"KILL HIM!" A roar of anger shook the air. The power in Xuan Yang's fists punched the ground, causing large fissures to open up as the earth quaked. He inclined his head and stared straight at the great roc that was Qin Wentian.
"Swish~" The raging winds gusted even more ferociously as the sword qi pooled into a sword river. The boundless sword might radiating from Qin Wentian was ready to be unleashed at any moment, his sharp talons still extending outwards.
A fearsome immortal might suffused the atmosphere. Xuan Yang had taken out his immortal weapon, and he was filled with an immense killing intent. But at that moment, the sound of a sword screech echoed through the entire space, just as a demonic sword, strangely unique in form, appeared in front of Qin Wentian. This demon sword sliced at Qin Wentian, lightly wounding him, then drank up all the blood that splashed onto it. A moment later, an incomparably powerful demonic qi swept over everyone present. That demon sword moaned shrilly, shimmering with immortal light, intent on tearing apart the heavens.
On the body of the sword, the image of a great roc appeared, its appearance unfathomably arrogant and lofty, as if declaring itself the true sovereign of the skies.
The demon sword had once stated that it was a sky sovereign roc, only hating the fact that the skies were too low.
Yet now...the skies in the immortal realms should be higher than the skies in the particle world, right?
"You, the son of the Xuan Emperor, are not the only one to possess an immortal weapon," Qin Wentian stated coldly. His other hand was clutching on to the runebone of the paragon wind roc, causing the phantom of another wind roc to appear, superimposing itself onto his body. That terrifying demonic and sword qi was so strong that everyone present felt their very souls tremble.
Xuan Yang's anger towered up into the skies, staring at Qin Wentian. With Xuan Xing's death, the hatred between them had already turned into a death grudge. However, in Qin Wentian's eyes, the moment Xuang Xing had surrounded him to seize the God's Hand away, it was already destined that one of them would die.
The people from the Twin Stars Alliance didn't move. The powers in the City of Ancient Emperors had only been only formed on a temporary basis after all. Everyone was a heaven's chosen at the peak of a certain region, a descendant or disciple of immortal kings or emperors. If a true life-and-death fight broke out, everyone would naturally consider whether getting involved would be worth it. If they interfered, Qin Wentian would form a death grudge against them as well.
It would have been fine if Qin Wentian had been alone. But right now, the daughter of the Evergreen Immortal Emperor, Princess Qing'er, was on his side as well.
Hence, everyone had to properly consider whether they should step in or not.
Xuan Yang made no movements, he stood there with his immortal weapon in his hands, glaring fiercely at Qin Wentian. Since immortal weapons had now been taken out, the consequences would surely be unimaginable. The sheer power erupting in that instant might kill him even before his father's protective immortal sense activated.
Qin Wentian didn't move as well. He was content to sit there and wait to see what Xuan Yang's next actions would be.
On the opposite side, Xiao Lengyue moved towards Qing'er. "I've always wanted to fight a battle with you. Even without Qin Wentian and the God's Hand, the battle between us was inevitable. I, Xiao Lengyue, truly want to see what level of combat prowess the famed daughter of the Evergreen Immortal Emperor possesses."
As the sound of her voice faded, freezing energy of cataclysmic proportions enveloped the space. Qing'er's clear eyes turned to stare at Xiao Lengyue as powerful spatial energy covered her. A spatial diagram began to manifest beneath her feet.
"BANG!" Xiao Lengyue struck out, freezing the space in front of her in ice. The freezing was swift, threatening to turn all before her into frozen icicles. But the instant she attacked, Qing'er had already stepped forth. The spatial diagram beneath her shimmered as she vanished completely, appearing in another location.
"What powerful spatial energy control, able to instantaneously teleport to anywhere she desires. How terrifying is that?" The spectators felt their hearts shaking as they stared at Qing'er. Two supreme beauties both possessing supreme strength. The battle between them was highly anticipated.
"Hmph." Xiao Lengyue coldly snorted, as her frost and ice constellation appeared. Her fist punched out once more as the radius of freezing around her expanded even more.
However, to the shock of the spectators, they noticed Qing'er actually stepping forward, her body easily bypassing the tyrannical frost energy as she walked towards Xiao Lengyue!
