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The High Princes all chose a stone platform and sat down, no longer daring to bother Qin Wentian. Their bodyguards all stood on the respective platforms their High Princes had chosen. Presently the entire atmosphere was a decidedly strange one to be in.
The spectators exchanged looks of amazement, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.
‘Sleeping God’, the sleepyhead who was perpetually dozing, the shameless Fatty, as well as the lunatic-in-training, Axe Demon; their true strength was quite frightening.
Not only that, they had guts. They directly slaughtered the second son of King Yi, completely disregarding the three High Princes who were present.
This caused the crowd to involuntarily marvel at their boldness. Not only that, it was obvious the three of them acted this way for the sake of Ye Xi. They obviously had nothing to benefit from helping her, yet they still went ahead, not caring in the least who they offended.
For old-timers in the Gazing-Dragon Hall, they all knew that the relationship between Ye Xi and the three of them was an extremely simple one. They met because of a chance encounter, and as they discovered that their personalities were compatible with each other, their friendship grew stronger as their interactions grew more frequent. The young lady would often bake delicious pastries for them, and after their training they would eat together, happily laughing and spending their days filled with merriment. Such a clean and simple relationship, yet the three of them were willing to offend the Royal Clan of Qiyun for her.
“They truly are a bunch of weirdos.” Many in the crowd mused. Their thoughts soon shifted to what would happen to the three of them once the powerful experts of the King Yi’s Mansion, arrived.
The gentle rays of the sun warmed the Gazing-Dragon Mountain, yet the people present could all feel traces of a chill in their hearts. From afar, a massive wind kicked up, a group of silhouettes could be seen flying over, as a powerful voice filled with surging killing intent resounded throughout the Mountains.
The person in the lead was an imposing-looking, middle-aged man. At this moment, his face was contorted into a rictus of wrath, and the amount of killing intent he was emitting left no doubts that this man, was King Yi.
A while later, the guards of King Yi all descended in front of the mountain rampart, their presence invoking a heavy sense of pressure that enveloped the entire surroundings. King Yi’s eyes flashed with a cold fire as he icily stated, “Who?”
“The three of them.” The guard Chu Mang released earlier pointed to Qin Wentian and the others.
“RUMBLE!” King Yi released his Astral Soul, a manifestation of a ferocious eagle appeared above him, emanating an extremely powerful demonic aura. He swept his gaze over to Ye Xi and Ye Xi’s father before turning to the second High Prince, “Your highness, Ye Xi has caused the death of my son. I have to kill both her and her father today. I will seek your highness’s forgiveness afterward.”
The second prince cast a glance at Ye Zheng. Currently, Ye Zheng’s value to him wasn’t as useful as before, and why would Ye Xi’s death bother him? He only wanted to use Ye Xi to control Ye Zheng, but since Ye Zheng had already outlived his usefulness…
“Very well, this highness shall not interfere with your vengeance.” The second High Prince had no intention to step in.
“BUZZ!” A raging wind gusted, and King Yi made the first move himself. His actions mirrored that of an eagle hunting its prey as he lunged forwards. However, Chu Mang’s silhouette flickered, landing before Fan Le, as that giant axe in his hands cleaved down with earth-shattering might. The terrifying will of his Mandate of Axe gushed forth, resembling a flood dragon bursting out of the sea.
King Yi transformed his five fingers into terrifyingly sharp claws. As he slammed forth his claws, both their attacks collided directly, the impact forcing them to involuntarily take a step back.
“How powerful.” The crowd gasped when they sensed Chu Mang’s Mandate. The first level insight into the Mandate of Axe, Beheader, was also trained by him to the Transformation Boundary. It made him powerful enough to clash directly against King Yi.
“Capture the rest, but Ye Zheng must die. Remember, I want Ye Xi to be alive, I will show her a fate worse than death!” King Yi bellowed as he rushed towards Chu Mang once more. His Valiant Eagle Astral Soul granted him powerful attacks and immense agility. Evidently, Chu Mang was not as nimble as King Yi.
Another cultivator stepped forwards, the aura he was exuding indicated that he was also at the eighth-level of Yuanfu. Ye Xi paled, this man, was the strongest guest elder in King Yi’s Mansion and had fearsome combat prowess.
“I’ll intercept him,” Ye Zheng volunteered. Only he would have a sliver of a chance to fight against that man.
“There’s no need,” Qin Wentian calmly replied. As the sound of his voice faded, he stomped on the stone platform, instantly lighting up the surface of the ground. This radiance was the glow of Divine Inscriptions.
For an entire day and night, Qin Wentian had been inscribing Divine Inscriptions, waiting for the arrival of these people. Although this was a small country, Qin Wentian wouldn’t overestimate himself thinking that he was powerful enough to rival them all without sufficient preparation.
The surging of a terrifying sword qi tempest took form as it quickly split into several miniature windstorms. The sword qi tempest was naturally a fourth-ranked combat-type Divine Inscription, but the miniature windstorms that were borne from it were all combat-type peak-tier, third-ranked Inscriptions.
“Wait, this is…” That guest elder at the eighth-level of Yuanfu stiffened when he saw one of the windstorms blowing his way. He immediately soared up into the air, wanting to escape. Yet, beyond his expectations, an array of terrifying swords manifested in the heart of that windstorm, transforming gales into a streak of white lightning, shooting towards him as a terrifying keen whistled.
A crisp sound drifted out as the eighth-level Yuanfu Cultivator was devoured completely by the windstorm. As for the other guards dashing towards Qin Wentian and Ye Xi, their bodies were all riddled with holes, slain with absurd ease in the span of a few seconds.
King Yi and Chu Mang paused their battle. King Yi was totally overwhelmed with shock and horror when he saw what just happened. His body involuntarily trembled when he felt the sword qi gusting his way. If he weren’t careful, he would be the next to die.
“How is this possible?” The three High Princes and their guards all had thunderstruck expressions on their faces. Not only were King Yi and his men within the scope of the impressive array of Divine Inscriptions, but even the stone platforms the princes were on were all radiating the glow of Divine Inscriptions. This meant that at this moment, all their lives were under the control of Qin Wentian.
“What do you mean by this?” one of the High Princes inquired.
“From this moment onwards, no one is to move a muscle. If not, don’t blame me for not showing mercy.”
The coldness in that tone caused the hearts of everyone to pound madly in terror. This young man was crazy, and now he held their lives in his hands.
“King Yi.” Qin Wentian’s eyes stared straight at him.
“I will only ask you once. I want to hear everything regarding the death of Ye Xi’s mother back then. You only have a single chance,” Qin Wentian spoke calmly, but as the crowd turned their gazes onto this devilishly handsome young man, no one doubted his words.
King Yi’s mind rumbled, Ye Xi’s mother’s death…
An intense light of sharpness flashed past the eyes of the second prince as he too stared at King Yi.
“If there are any lies in your words, I will kill each and every one of you. If you say the matter had nothing to do with you, I will kill each and every one of you,” Qin Wentian spoke again, every sentence stabbing right into King Yi’s heart.
He initially wanted to negotiate his conditions, yet Qin Wentian cut straight to the point. If he denied it or if there were any falsehoods in his words, they only had one ending left to them—death.
Looking at that young man’s eyes, King Yi had never felt such an intense sense of fear before.
Everyone in the crowd involuntarily mused, this young man was extremely decisive, as well as extremely ruthless.
King Yi only had one chance. Just one.
“I don’t have much time to waste on you. Three breaths, speak or die.”
King Yi instantly paled, “It was the second prince, his highness, he wanted Ye Zheng to comprehend the depictions on the Gazing-Dragon Mountain Rampart and impart it all to him. Ye Zheng once refused, and so I sacrificed the elder brother of my wife. He ordered me to do so. I had no choice.”
“NONSENSE!” the second prince roared.
“Uncle Ye.” Qin Wentian glanced at Ye Zheng, only to see Ye Zheng nodding his head, “There’s no mistake.”
“Mhm.” Qin Wentian nodded, his gaze abruptly shifting to the second prince.
“That’s just his one-sided statement.” The countenance of the second prince turned green.
“A power play, political tricks?” The light in Qin Wentian’s eyes turned colder; he was no stranger to these as he had experienced them before in Chu.
With a flick of his fingers, the sword qi spiraled about. The second prince turned ashen as he roared, “THIS IS QIYUN!”
“Die,” Qin Wentian spat out, and instantly, a beam of sword light stabbed through the throat of the second prince. His decisiveness caused those in the crowd to shiver.
The second prince had fallen.
Ye Zheng and Ye Xi couldn’t believe their eyes as well. How ferocious, had the imposing second prince simply died, just like that?
“Hu…” Ye Zheng drew in a huge breath, feeling a sense of surrealism. His mind was filled with the daily thoughts of revenge, but he never had the opportunity to act on them.
“Uncle Ye, bring Ye Xi and go far away. The world outside is extremely vast, you all will definitely find a place to call home.” Qin Wentian gazed at Ye Zheng, causing him to start slightly before he nodded in agreement.
“Brother Wentian.” Ye Xi’s eyes showed a strong sense of unwillingness. Qin Wentian tousled her hair as he smiled. “In the future, even when you’re alone, you have to be as joyful as you are with us, okay?”
“I will miss all of you.” Ye Xi’s eyes gradually turned red, as she embraced Qin Wentian.
“We will meet again.” Qin Wentian patted Ye Xi’s shoulders, his face filled with a gentle smile.
“This benevolence, I fear that we have no way to repay it.” Ye Zheng clasped his hands to Qin Wentian in gratitude. After which, Ye Zheng’s silhouette flickered as he flew up the skies, no longer hesitant.
“Brother Wentian, Brother Fan Le, Big Bro Chu Mang, you guys have to stay happy as well, okay!” Tears dripped down unabated from Ye Xi’s eyes as her voice traveled through the air, waving goodbye to her three big brothers.
“Hmph, you finally addressed me as Brother Fan Le.” Fatty grinned, the smile on his face was extremely radiant. This little girl had eased the monotony of their boredom and kept them company for many days. In truth, he was also feeling a little reluctant to part with her.
Chu Mang waved back as well. Ye Zheng and Ye Xi’s silhouette gradually vanished, they knew that they would never return to Qiyun.
Qin Wentian glanced at Chu Mang and Fan Le; he initially planned to stay here and continue cultivating for a few days longer. But now it seemed that it was almost time to set off. They would remain here for some time longer as a deterrence, in case Ye Zheng and Ye Xi were to face killers sent after them by the Royal Clan.
What made Qin Wentian extremely astonished was that a few hours later, a group of people could be seen flying over to this location. The one in the lead was an old man, while two young people, a male and a female, both exuding an extraordinary air, followed behind him.
Upon noting his appearance, the two other princes brimmed with joy. They bowed to that old man, “Greetings to Senior.”
That old man slightly inclined his head, turning his gaze onto Qin Wentian. With just a single glance, Qin Wentian felt a huge pressure boring down on him.
This old man was a Heavenly Dipper Sovereign.
Qin Wentian initially thought that Qiyun was the same as Chu, Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns all belonged to Ancestor-level people and wouldn’t appear that easily. He didn’t expect to run into one so fast.
“We offer our greetings to Young Master Ouyang and Miss Ouyang.” That two High Princes then bowed and courteously greeted, their words causing Qin Wentian’s eyes to widen in surprise. Surname Ouyang?
If that was the case, he could already deduce their background. No wonder there was a Heavenly Dipper Sovereign present, they were not people of Qiyun!
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