Qin Wentian’s voice was like thunder, ringing out loud in the ears of everyone. In an instant, the gazes of all experts turned to Qin Wentian. This immortal king was actually so audacious, telling the Ying Clan to get lost the moment he stepped out.
The experts from the Ying Clan narrowed their eyes. The peak-stage immortal king who sat on the center of the gigantic throne stared at Qin Wentian as an immortal glow radiated from him. He then calmly asked, “Do you know who you are speaking to?”
“The demons of the Desolate Mountain Range are contending against humans of the immortal realms? Yet what did you guys do? Trying to sow discord, causing them to commit a ruthless act towards a maiden from the Southern Phoenix Clan. Do you treat everyone as idiots?” Qin Wentian stared at the expert in the air as he spoke, “If your Ying Clan has a grudge with the Southern Phoenix Clan, you should push it all the way to the back. Using such a method during this time truly causes all humans to be shamed on your behalf.”
“Well said!” Jun Mengchen spoke, walking out of the Emperor’s Eye area. He inclined his head and stared at the experts from the Ying Clan. “Given how despicable you bastards are, what qualifications do you all have to sit up there on the throne, acting like you guys are the representatives of humans. Truly, this is disgusting to the extreme. The Saber-Sword Immortal King is right. You guys should get lost, scram the fuck down. You all have no qualifications to be up there.”
The expressions of the experts from the Ying Clan all turned extremely ugly to behold. They didn’t expect that there would actually be humans opposing them. Before this, they could sit on one of the thrones because the experts from their clan who came here, was extremely powerful. There was even a royal Ying Clan member who’s combat prowess was heaven-shaking by the name of Ying Zhantian who came.
He was a peak-stage immortal king from the Ancient Ying Clan, and he was now sitting precisely at the center of the gigantic floating throne. His eyes gleamed with spirit, radiating the forcefield of a king. Although he was insulted by Qin Wentian an Jun Mengchen, he still appeared very calm. He gazed at them with contempt and quietly spoke, “It’s easy if you want us to get down from the throne, just show us your strength.”
“Let’s make it a total of three rounds; initial-stage, mid-stage and peak-stage immortal kings can fight. The rules will be the same as before. If you guys lose, scram the fuck down from the throne.” Qin Wentian calmly replied.
“That’s right, before we deal with these vile beasts, let us get rid of these scums of humanity. If you guys still have some pride as one of the peak powers, accept our challenge.” Jun Mengchen arrogantly spoke. Instantly, the auras of the immortal kings from the Ying Clan all gushed forth, rumbling the area around them, causing some of those with weaker cultivations to feel a stifling pressure.
“If you guys don’t even have the courage to fight, it would truly be extremely shameful to continue sitting there.” An immortal king from the Southern Phoenix Clan coldly spoke.
Nobody expected that the humans would have internal strife right now. This time, it became the turn for the demons to watch a drama. All of them had cold smiles on their faces.
By coming here, it was clear that both sides wanted to see what the level of combat prowess for each side was. The humans and demons wanted to see the strength of the respective side’s geniuses. Right now, some extraordinary human experts actually wanted to challenge the Ancient Ying Clan, driving them away from one of the eight thrones in the air.
“Fine.” Ying Zhantian spoke. His name was Ying Zhantian, which meant warring against the heavens. From this, one could see how high the expectations the Ying Clan had of him. How would he not dare to accept this challenge?
“I’ll fight for the first round. Who among you guys will step out?” Jun Mengchen pointed toward the air as he spoke. After that, an extraordinary figure from the Ying Clan descended, and when he did so, the roars of a dragon could actually be heard, shaking the skies with the intensity.
Jun Mengchen’s silhouette flashed, entering the Emperor’s Eye platform. The Ying Clan’s expert stepped out as well, with each step he took, his aura grew increasingly stronger as the dragon roars also grew louder. His body was like that of a divine dragon, incomparably powerful. The moment he entered the Emperor’s Eye platform, he instantly grabbed out towards Jun Mengchen. His hand was like the talons of a heavenly dragon, incomparably large, capable of crushing everything under the sky.
“Just a minor dao, you better just give up instead of embarrassing yourself up here.” Jun Mengchen directly punched out, exuding a fearsome might that rumbled his surroundings. An instant later, after the sound of an intense explosion, that heavenly dragon’s talon directly shattered.
The expert from the Ying Clan folded ancient seals as runic light sprang up, protecting his body. Around him, several manifestations of terrifying true dragons appeared as they lunged towards Jun Mengchen.
“So weak?” Jun Mengchen roared. His body was like a divine emperor, glowing with a brilliant light, seemingly indestructible as he allowed the dragons to lunge at him. His defense was simply terrifying.
“What physique is this?” Someone exclaimed in shock. The expressions of the experts from the Ying Clan all turned unsightly, but Ying Zhantian was still calm. Given Jun Mengchen’s physique, it was only normal for them to lose the first round. It was fine as long as they won the second round. As for the third round, he would fight himself. If he personally acted, who would be able to stop him?
And as expected, the victory went to Jun Mengchen who domineeringly defeated his opponent. If that Ying Clan’s expert hadn’t borrowed the power of a divine weapon to flee, he would have died right there. Right now, that expert had an extremely ugly expression on his face.
“Trash, you can’t even withstand a single attack. What qualifications do you all have to sit on that throne?” Jun Mengchen exited the battle platform as he inclined his head and spoke.
Ying Zhantian’s face turned cold. This new era was truly different, giving birth to so many geniuses. Seems like the indication of an ancient emperor being born in this era was true. Although this might be a period of chaos, it was also a golden era, with powerful experts from all races appearing.
“The battle has yet to be concluded. I want to see how much more can you be arrogant when you lose the next two battles.” From the throne, an immortal king of the Ying Clan spoke. This person was a mid-stage immortal king. He stood up and prepared for the second round.
“Who will you all send out for the second round?” That expert stood high up in the air, looking down with disdain, exuding an unexcelled aura.
“Me.” Qin Wentian inclined his head, there seemed to be bolts of lightning shooting out from his eyes.
“Since you dare to challenge my Ying Clan, I shall kill you in this battle for your arrogance.” That mid-stage immortal king has lived for a very long time. His aura was incomparably stable and imposing.
“If you kneel down and beg for forgiveness now, I can spare you from dying.” That expert continued, acting like he wanted to give Qin Wentian a chance.
“Retard.” Qin Wentian coldly spoke. After that, he walked up to the battle platform and entered the Emperor’s Eye radiance. In an instant, the beams of light slammed into him. Under the heavy pressure, Qin Wentian seemed to be completely unaffected. He calmly stood there, his body glowing with a resplendent light, incomparably magnificent.
That mid-stage immortal king was completely infuriated when he heard the word ‘retard.’ His aura gushed forth as he domineeringly stepped onto the platform.
“Since you wish to court death, I shall grant it to you.” As he spoke, he directly rushed towards Qin Wentian. The sounds of dragon roars shook the area, terrifying to the extreme.
“Swish!” The saber and sword on the back of Qin Wentian appeared in his hands. His left hand wielded the saber and right hand wielded the sword. At this moment, everyone felt that the title of this man was truly fitting – the Saber-Sword Immortal King.
His left hand chopped out, without any intricacies, using pure tyrannical force. With this saber strike, the sky changed color as devil might churned wildly around him.
“Break!” That mid-stage immortal king from the Ying Clan roared as eight dragons lunged out, exuding enough might to shake the sky. He had been stuck at this level for many years, and his combat prowess had already reached the peak. If not, it would be impossible for the Ying Clan to send him up for this second round.
The saber attack clashed against the dragons, causing chaotic streams of energy to flood the entire area. Qin Wentian continued stepping out, slashing forth with his right hand, opening up a pathway with his monstrous sword intent.
“Puchi…” A light sound rang out. A moment later, the crowd only saw blood splattering through the air. That mid-stage immortal king from the Ying Clan froze, feeling his body being slashed into two. A moment later, that immortal king fell down from the air, dead.
This battle was even cleaner than the one before. This mysterious Saber-Sword Immortal King merely attacked twice, slashing once with his saber and once with his sword. The peak-phase mid-stage immortal king of the Ying Clan was directly killed like that, without fanfare. He simply didn’t have enough strength to block these two lightning-quick attacks.
The experts from the Ying Clan all stood up, their auras engulfing the area, violent to the extreme. For the other spectators, no one else made a noise, they were all speechless from what they saw.
The Ying Clan actually lost this round, and they lost in such a miserable manner.
“There’s no longer a need for the third battle.” Qin Wentian calmly spoke. He then stared at the Ying Clan’s experts in the air, “Isn’t it about time for you guys to get lost?”
Ying Zhantian gazed at Qin Wentian. For that first round battle, he could still gauge Jun Mengchen’s strength after knowing that he had a legendary physique. But for this battle with Qin Wentian, he actually could not estimate the level of Qin Wentian’s strength. Such a person shouldn’t be an unknown character.
The Saber-Sword Immortal King… But, he has never heard of this character before.
“Interesting, I don’t really understand the rules of humans but if I were you guys, there’s no way I would be able to endure this.” A greater demon spoke, intentionally wanting to provoke the anger of the Ying Clan as they continued to watch the show.
“I heard that the Ying Clan is one of the three ancient clans in the South. But despite so, a mid-stage immortal king from the Ying Clan was directly killed and the others were even told to scram. How shameful.” The demons were as though they wanted to watch everything in the world burn.
“The strength of the two of them are truly extremely strong. There’s nothing shameful that my Ying Clan lost.” Ying Zhantian was an extraordinary character. He calmly replied, elevating the image of Qin Wentian and Jun Mengchen because only by doing this would they not lose too much face.
“However, the two victories count for nothing. This is especially true in the face of my Ancient Ying Clan. Let me ask you guys again, are you all sure you all want to sit upon this throne that belongs to us?” Ying Zhantian stated, staring at Qin Wentian and Jun Mengchen.
“What? You refuse to admit defeat?” Jun Mengchen coldly asked.
“All of you should be planning to head to the City of Ancient Emperors too, right? I’m merely giving you all a chance. This throne isn’t so easily sat upon.” Ying Zhantian continued.
“You truly love to speak nonsense.” Jun Mengchen replied in rage. “Are you scramming or not?”
“Very well. Let’s meet again then in the City of Ancient Emperors.” Ying Zhantian stood up. “Let’s go.”
As the sound of his voice faded, the experts of the Ying Clan brought along the corpse of their comrade as they left. They no longer had any face to remain here.
The Ying Clan was actually ousted from one of the eight thrones by a group of random immortal kings. How shocking was this?
At this moment, Jun Mengchen smiled at Qin Wentian, “Brother Saber-Sword, your strength is truly extraordinary.”
He was thinking in his heart that the Heavenly Talisman Realm truly had many extremely powerful characters. This apprentice brother whom no one had met before was actually so powerful.
“Although the Ying Clan has left, how can their throne be taken by you guys from the Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect? You guys are still far from qualified.” From one of the floating thrones, an expert coldly spoke, as though finally recognizing the fact that Tuoba Saintsky, Jun Mengchen and their group were from the Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect.