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Being fourth-ranked, the sword Qi tornado contained within it an overwhelming aura of destruction. This was clearly an aura that only fourth-ranked Inscriptions were capable of exuding.
Qin Wentian wasn’t a third-ranked Divine Inscriptionist but rather a fourth-ranked one instead.
A fourth-ranked Grandmaster before the age of twenty, the implications of this piece of news caused the hearts of all to palpitate madly.
No wonder this young man was so arrogant, no wonder Qin Wentian had humiliated them earlier, calling them a bunch of trash. How long have these people lived for? Yet they were still only at the level of fourth-ranked Grandmasters. How could their accomplishments even be compared to Qin Wentian?
If Qin Wentian started studying Divine Inscriptions when he was ten, then it had taken him less than ten years to reach the realm of a fourth-ranked. Meanwhile the three of them had studied Divine Inscriptions for at least forty to fifty years before they reached the same level. The gap between their talents was too far apart.
But rather than just being thunderstruck, the greed in their hearts almost made them go crazy. It must be because of that ancient scroll. Upon witnessing the intricacies of Qin Wentian’s formation, they were 100% sure that Qin Wentian’s current attainment was only because of a stroke of good fortune; acquiring the inheritance of a fifth-ranked Grandmaster.
How then could they not be in a frenzy for the inheritance of that Ascendant? They must definitely obtain it.
The degree of their fervor was so high that they even forgot the danger they were currently in. Even if they had to risk their lives, it would still be worth it for that scroll.
They must kill this brat and snatch the inheritance away from him.
Spectating at the side, the large-eyed elder’s heartbeat quickened as he witnessed the affair. He then shifted his glance onto Bailu Yi, “Did you already know? Was this why you said there’d be a good show?”
“Hehe, Elder Grandpa, what are your thoughts? Qin Wentian is only nineteen.” Bailu Yi smiled.
“Only nineteen.” The large-eyed elder drew in a deep breath, trying to steady himself. Even if they left his talent in cultivation aside, then based on his talent in the Dao of Divine Inscriptions, Qin Wentian was already a character to be reckoned with in the future. This young man definitely had the opportunity to break through to become a fifth-ranked Grandmaster.
Divine Inscriptionists were the same as cultivation experts. The higher one was, the more status one had. How could a Heavenly Dipper Sovereign be comparable to a Celestial Phenomenon Ascendant?
And a fifth-ranked Inscriptionist would definitely be able to summon the rains and hail the wind in Grand Xia. Even Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns would fight on his behalf with just a single sentence from him.
Qin Wentian didn’t just have a high level of attainment, his full potential wasn’t completely exhausted yet.
Yet Bailu Tong’s thinking was different. He naturally understood Qin Wentian had the talent and potential, but he firmly believed that the reason for Qin Wentian’s remarkable improvement was none other than the ancient scroll of the Ascendant.
“Everyone, why don’t we all take a step back?” the large-eyed elder frantically commented. At this moment, he no longer wanted the current situation to escalate. If Qin Wentian and the other fourth-ranked Grandmasters became serious, there would definitely be casualties suffered. Regardless of whether the casualty was Qin Wentian or the other fourth-ranked Inscriptionists, the large-eyed elder didn’t want to deal with the aftermath.
Qin Wentian stood in the middle of the air, as their surrounding space transformed into a sword Qi tornado.
This Divine Inscription was indeed a combat-type Inscription Qin Wentian had learnt from the ancient scroll of the Ascendant. It was known as ‘Tempest of Sword Qi’ and had the ability to split itself into several other miniature windstorms. This Inscription could be considered an extremely powerful combat-type Inscription within the fourth-ranked level. Even at Qin Wentian’s current level, he still had to spend a lot of time to inscribe it before he could succeed.
And right now, he was the controller of this tornado.
Within the tempest created by the roiling winds of the tornado, the three fourth-ranked Grandmasters were all extremely prudent of their situation, yet the stares directed at Qin Wentian were still filled with burning greed.
“Hey Elder, how could it be possible for us to stop now, even if you wished it?” The black-faced, middle-aged man coldly refuted. After which, he and Old Liang walked to the side of Eccentric Song.
“Eccentric Song, although this brat can set up a fourth-ranked formation, you have a fourth-ranked Puppet as well. The two of us will act as your protectors while you control your Puppet to kill him. With his death, this Divine Inscription will naturally fade away and at that time, his attack will be automatically dissipated. We will share the ancient scroll among the three of us, how about it?”
“Fine.” Old Song lightly nodded. With two peak-tier, third-ranked Puppets on the left and right and the fourth-ranked Puppets leading the way, the three Puppets exuded a cold murderous aura as they advanced towards Qin Wentian.
“Elder, you heard it yourself. I, Qin, from the beginning to the end have always been the passive party. Yet they are the ones that want my life.” Qin Wentian glanced at the large-eyed elder as he spoke, his words causing the gaze of that elder to stiffen. He also knew that it was impossible to make these fourth-ranked Grandmasters abandon the notion of killing Qin Wentian.
Leaving the matter of the ancient scroll aside, if Qin Wentian was left alive, the threat he posed to them would be too great.
After today, there would certainly be other great powers paying a visit to the White Deer Institute to recruit this young man.
A nineteen years old fourth-ranked Grandmaster, even transcendent powers would rush to recruit such a character, allowing him to research the Dao of Divine Inscriptions unconditionally as long as he was willing to join them.
So no matter which angle they considered this matter from, Qin Wentian must definitely die here.
“Great Elder, at this point, it’s already useless for persuasion,” Bailu Tong faintly stated, naturally hoping that the battle would continue.
“Eccentric Song, command your Puppet to kill the brat. Old Liang, use your Divine Weapon to defend against incoming attacks.”
The black-faced, middle-aged man instructed. He could already tell that the umbrella-type Divine Weapon of Old Liang was defensive in nature.
“Fine, this brat is running far too rampant, let’s destroy him.” Eccentric Song stroked his beard as he stated with confidence. After which, his fourth-ranked Puppet rose into the air, the blades on its body easily tearing apart the space. Even the terrifying gales gushing forth from the tornado were quickly sliced apart.
Below the Puppet, the black-faced, middle-aged man waved his lance about in an intricate dance, destroying the ground around him, simultaneously creating a vacuum that swept away all nearby traps. While at the same time, Old Liang opened his umbrella and floated above the three, encasing them in a golden sphere of protection.
Within the protective fourth-ranked sphere of light, they didn’t dare to rashly move about. They depended on the protection of the umbrella to stand against the intense gales, while planning to use the power of the fourth-ranked Puppet to slay Qin Wentian. This was undoubtedly an excellent plan.
“Die!” Qin Wentian flicked out a finger and instantly, the terrifying sword tornado spiraled towards them with increasing speed, targeting the umbrella-type Divine Weapon. The impact created during the collision caused the golden sphere of light to tremble madly. At the same time, the fourth-ranked Puppet blasted forth with its palm, as a terrifyingly cold light slashed towards Qin Wentian.
“Hmph.” Qin Wentian snorted coldly, “I will gladly accept this fourth-ranked Puppet offering then.”
As the sound of his voice faded, a golden-armored Puppet appeared in front of him.
“Go.” Qin Wentian coldly commanded, as his golden-armored Puppet flew towards the bladed Puppet. Qin Wentian’s countenance was as unperturbed as before, once again turning his terrifying gaze onto the three fourth-ranked Grandmasters.
“Puppet, he too has a fourth-ranked Puppet!”
The countenance of Eccentric Song and the rest froze. The fourth-ranked bladed Puppet was entangled by the golden-armored giant Puppet. Qin Wentian wasn’t affected in the slightest.
With a wave of his hands, millions upon millions of sword rays gathered, amalgamating into the form of a gigantic sword which was exuding an incomparable keenness. In the next moment, the gigantic sword descended from the domes of Heaven, smashing directly against the golden protective sphere of light that enshrouded the three of them.
“What should we do, what should we do?” Eccentric Song panicked. This nineteen years old young man had totally surpassed his expectations.
“Damn, f*ck this.” Old Liang’s countenance turned ashen. He turned to the black-faced, middled-aged man and stated, “With the power of his attacks, my protective golden sphere will be broken through sooner or later. You have an attack-type Divine Weapon, go and open a path for us.”
“You want me to open a path?” The black-faced, middle-aged man stiffened. Although he had a fourth-ranked, attack-type Divine Weapon, his personal cultivation base wasn’t at the Heavenly Dipper Realm. He was only at the Yuanfu level, how powerful would his attacks be even with the augmentation of the fourth-ranked Divine Weapon?
They had initially assumed that they would have the advantage even though Qin Wentian could set up a fourth-ranked formation. With the weapons they had at their disposal, a fourth-ranked Puppet and a fourth-ranked attack-type and defensive-type Divine Weapon, they would still be able to obtain victory. Yet who would have thought that Qin Wentian also possessed a fourth-ranked Puppet, instantly salvaging the situation with a single move.
“RUMBLE!” The golden sphere of light trembled again as cracks were beginning to show on its exterior.
“If this goes on, we will definitely die.” Old Liang turned pale. They wouldn’t even have a full corpse remaining in the face of that terrifying tempest.
“Grandmaster Penga, HELP US!” Eccentric Song turned his pleading gaze onto the other fourth-ranked Grandmaster who was also a Heavenly Dipper Sovereign. They were all extremely fearful of this man, and their initial plan was that after they killed Qin Wentian, they would join hands to deal with Penga.
But now, they had no choice but to beg Penga for his help.
However, Penga remained extremely indifferent. A long spear, with a flame-type Inscription engraved on it, appeared in his hands, yet he stood there motionless, staring at the Divine Inscription ahead with a fire burning in his eyes.
At this moment, the fourth-ranked ‘Tempest of the Sword Qi’ completely exploded. This would be the instance where it was easiest to see through the runic structure of a Divine Inscription.
Cracks appeared on the umbrella-type Divine Weapon, and as the sounds of splintering rang out, the golden sphere of light crumbled into pieces. At this moment, Eccentric Song, Old Liang, and the black-faced, middle-aged man all had expressions of dread on their faces as they stared at the young man standing in the air.
At that moment, as Qin Wentian’s cold gaze swept over, the three of them could clearly feel the intensity of his killing intent.
“Return.” Eccentric Song commanded his Puppet. However, how could Qin Wentian fail to anticipate his actions? His golden-armored Puppet was forcibly restraining Eccentric Song’s Puppet.
“Bzz.” The silhouette of the black-faced, middle-aged man flickered as he dashed out, using the shadow lance in his hands to open up a path. The manifestation of the black dragon howled, as a pathway was instantly slashed open for him. However, the shrill keen of angry swords resounded and as a thunderous boom echoed out, he was blocked by the gigantic sword impaled on the ground right in front of him. When the black-faced, middle-aged man lifted his head again, he only saw countless beams of sword light poised his way. As long as Qin Wentian willed it, his burial ground would be right there in that place.
“Little Brother Qin, please stay your hand.” At this moment, the large-eyed elder was extremely polite. A nineteen years old fourth-ranked Grandmaster, he naturally had to show his respect.
“The three of them are all extremely famous, this man is a guest elder of the Han Clan in the Moon Continent. The magnitude of the Han Clan’s power isn’t weak,” the large-eyed elder gently reminded Qin Wentian.
“That’s right, if you kill me, the Han Clan will definitely not spare you.” The black-faced, middle-aged man glared at Qin Wentian.
“How mighty were you acting earlier? Yet how pathetic are you now? If the Han Clan wishes to take revenge for you, I will immediately join a transcendent power. Do you believe that the Han Clan would still dare to touch me then?” Qin Wentian’s stare penetrated the eyes of the black-faced, middle-aged man, the coldness in his voice gave him the shivers. A nineteen years old fourth-ranked Grandmaster, as long as this news was circulated, there would be countless powers wanting to pull Qin Wentian within their ranks. What use would the Han Clan be then?
“So many treasures here, but they’re all wasted on idiots. Why not give them to me?” As the sound of Qin Wentian’s voice faded, a domineering sword Qi gushed forth, and the gigantic sword sprang up and slashed downwards. The shadow lance of the black-faced, middle-aged man blocked the attack, but his legs were shattered from the impact. An instant later, a beam of sword light flashed past from the side, leaving a bloody gash on his throat.
Eccentric Song and Old Liang were truly afraid when they saw how decisively Qin Wentian had acted. At this moment, there was only unending terror in their hearts.
Without warning, Qin Wentian had slaughtered the black-face, middle-aged man, a guest elder of the Han Clan. Within moments, a fourth-ranked Grandmaster had fallen just like that!
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