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Ancient Godly Monarch (Web Novel) - Chapter 415 — Pulling out the Sword, Blood dying the Precipice Red

Chapter 415: Pulling out the Sword, Blood dying the Precipice Red

Underneath the precipice, at the sword range, the countenances of everyone was filled with incredulous shock as they stared at Qin Wentian.

This man, fed the demon sword with his blood.

How demonic the demon sword was, that the moment blood comes into contact with it, it would surely drain the source in its entirety, causing the victim to die of blood loss.

Qin Wentian was extremely cautious in nature, he’d only done this because he could feel his blood resonating to the wails of the demon sword. This was the reason why he chose to take such a gamble at this moment.

A mysterious perception descended onto Qin Wentian, it was as though he could feel the sadness and lamentation of the demon sword.

However, the demon sword had actually stopped draining him of his blood.

The wails of the demon sword reverberated the heavens and earth, continued forth unabated. Yet…it stopped draining Qin Wentian’s blood!

Qin Wentian placed both his hands on the sword hilt as the demonic qi from his body towered up the heavens, using the entirety of his force to pull out the sword. An instant later, a terrifying rumbling sound thundered out as the sword range trembled violently. A massive, almost boundless sword-might radiated out from the sword, sweeping over everything.

“Chi, chi…”

A sharp and clear sound rang out, the demon sword trembled, and it was pulled out by about half a foot.

Although it was merely half a foot, the fact that Qin Wentian was able to pull it out, however slightly, was already sufficient to send waves of terror rocking the spectators’ hearts.

The sword had actually allowed itself to be extricated.

The origins of this demon sword seemed to be otherworldly, having the power to sunder the great earth, and thus creating the precipice. Embedded into the ground, birthing the sword range, remaining there from ages ago up till now. Nobody had been able to move it, not even slightly.

Yet today, Qin Wentian, someone at the first level of Heavenly Dipper, had actually pulled the sword out by half a foot.

This half foot was sufficient toamaze everyone in the Sword Reverence City.

“How can this be possible?”

The three major powers of the Sword Reverence City all had expressions of extreme shock and disbelief on their faces.

That massive sword-might pervaded the surroundings, enveloping everyone within.


In the middle of the air, the faces of those from the Wang Clan instantly changed when they witnessed this scene. They were afraid that there might be other unpredicted occurrences, and hence immediately issued the order to kill Qin Wentian.

As the sound of their voices faded, those surrounding Qin Wentian stepped out, as they began to unleash their attacks.

Yet at that very moment, Qin Wentian stabbed out with a finger. In an instant, swirls of that boundless sword-might congregated around it before erupting forth, penetrating through the throat of one of his unfortunate opponents. The speed of his attack was at an unprecedented level, the fallen enemy’s only reaction was to widen his eyes in disbelief, before his body unceremoniously fell down onto the ground.

A finger was sufficient to slay an expert whose cultivation base was higher than him.


The three other opponents halted, not daring to advance. Their faces were all filled with terror, Qin Wentian was actually capable of borrowing the power of the demon sword’s sword-might!

Qin Wentian continued on, trying to extricate the sword. Although the wails grew louder, the sword couldn’t be pulled out further.

Suddenly, Qin Wentian placed his palm on the edge of the demon sword, slicing another wound on the surface of his palm, allowing his blood to flow into the demon sword, willing it to drink. Comment by Lord Bluefire: smoother if poss

The sword-might grew even stronger, as the wails echoed throughout the Heavens and Earth.

In the middle of the air, the sad roars of dragons, the miserable cries of phoenixes, they all combined together causing a constellation to manifest. The constellation hung high in the sky, blazing with resplendent light, even changing the colors of the sky.

In the Sword Reverence City, countless eyes turned to look at the sky as their hearts trembled with an indescribable emotion.

The mournful wails of the demon sword had manifested a constellation.

In the flatlands beneath the precipice, the people there also inclined their heads, taking in this impossible scene.

Qin Wentian increased his efforts in extricating the sword. This time around, he managed to pull it out by another two feet.

“How much blood do you want to drink?”

Qin Wentian murmured as he stared at the demon sword. Inclining his head, he stared at those from the Wang Clan, his countenance ice-cold. A terrifying killing intent erupted forth from him, causing those from the Wang Clan to feel a spine-chilling terror deep in their hearts.

“The Wang Clan wishes to slay me. If I don’t reply in kind, then I am no longer Qin Wentian.”

Each of Qin Wentian’s words were spoken in a glacial tone. As the sound of his voice faded, he pierced forth with a single finger, causing a bloody hole to appear in Wang Xiao’s forehead. The next instant, Wang Xiao fell slamming down onto the ground, deader than dead.

The countenances of those from the Wang Clan turned incredibly unsightly, yet the next moment, they saw Qin Wentian turning his gaze onto Wang Jue. Similarly, with another stab of his finger, a dot of blood appeared on the centre of Wang Jue’s brows as his body fell through the air.

Wang Jue, a Heaven’s Chosen from the Wang Clan had once obtained the prestigious position of number six on the Heavenly Fate Rankings and had managed to survive the recent rankings. Yet now, in the Sword Reverence City, he was felled by Qin Wentian.

All because the Wang Clan had targeted Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian decisively sliced his palm again using the edge of the demon sword, causing yet another wound to appear. The look in his eyes was as cold as ever.

“GO!” the middle-aged man roared. Those from the Wang Clan immediately soared up to the skies, trying to escape, yet how could they be faster than Qin Wentian’s attacks? Rapidly stabbing his fingers through the air, immeasurably harsh rays of light shot forth, exterminating many of their experts.

“EVERYONE, RETREAT!” The sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect bellowed out his order, not daring to stay here any longer.

“Leave—quickly leave now.” Those from the Li Clan were also seized with panic. They had to leave this area for if not, the only thing that awaited them would be death.

Qin Wentian’s cold gaze shifted onto their bodies. Everywhere his eyes roamed, his sword intent, accompanied with the resonance of his blood, would borrow the sword-might of the demon sword, reaping their lives away.

Countless experts of the Heavenly Sword Sect and Li Clan all fell, one after another, and the sight of this caused those from the Zong Clan to watch on in dumbfounded amazement.

Qin Wentian could actually borrow the strength of that demon sword.

“RUN QUICKLY!” Jian Wuyou screamed madly. Qin Wentian’s gaze turned onto the survivors that were frenziedly trying to escape, as his eyes began to flash uncontrollably.

Yet another wound appeared on his palms, as fresh blood poured out all over the demon sword’s body. The mournful wails skyrocketed in volume, as the constellation in the skies shone even brighter than before.

Qin Wentian tried extricating out the sword yet again. This time around, the sword was pulled out by another five feet. The earth rumbled as the surroundings of the sword range started exploding, and even the precipice began to shake violently. That daunting sword-might enveloped the entire world.

“The Heavenly Sword Sect and the Li Clan wanted to kill me, yet now you are all hoping to escape with no injuries?”

A glacial voice echoed out, seemingly merged together with the mournful wails of the demon sword’s melody. This, was the voice of the demon sword. This, was the voice of Qin Wentian’s heart.

A cold wind gusted by, causing everyone to tremble involuntarily.

A cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Sect shrieked in terror as he fled upwards, trying to escape through the skies. However at this moment, he only felt a wave of incomparable coolness on his body. Stretching out his hand, touching the spot, a bloodcurdling scream echoed out of him as he realized that half his body was already slashed apart, leaving behind nothing but fresh blood.

One cultivator after another, they fell through the air, slamming onto the ground, dead. Jian Wuyou felt a strong sense of regret assailing his senses as his heart twisted. He regretted listening to the Wang Clan, as well as his actions and decisions today.

The Li Clan was in a similar state. In the blink of an eye, it was unknown how many experts from their side had fallen in this battle.

Those from the Wang Clan ran away the fastest. But similarly, they suffered a disastrous loss, more than half their numbers had died. At the moment they dashed out of the precipice, the sound of the mournful sword melody finally weakened, yet they didn’t even dare to slow their steps in the slightest, immediately flying away at the highest limit of speed they could muster.

The remaining cultivators from both the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Li Clan had also finally arrived at this point. They soared through the air, returning to where they’d come from, with an ashen expression on their faces and heavy despair in their hearts.

The result of this battle, how could it be so disastrous?

Tonight, the elite experts of both powers had been sent out, yet right now, the majority of their forces had been completely decimated. From this moment onwards, the three major powers of the Sword Reverence City no longer existed.

Thinking of this, they felt an incomparable heaviness weighing down their hearts.

At this moment, the citizens of the Sword Reverence City rushed out in seemingly endless waves, with apprehension apparent on their faces as they witnessed this scene.

What had happened exactly?

The Wang and Li Clan, the Heavenly Sword Sect, all wore unmatched terror in their eyes when they gazed in the direction of the sword range, as though there was a devil living within it.

Above the dome of the heavens, they could still hear the sad roars of dragons and the miserable cries of phoenixes continue to echo out—that very constellation had been formed from the demon sword’s mournful wails. Had the experts been slain by that demon sword embedded in the sword range?

“Is everyone satisfied with the results of this battle?”

A voice that seemed to echo from beneath the precipice, yet also seemed to descend from the Heavens, merging together as one with the wails of the demon sword.

The hearts of the spectators shuddered even more the instant they heard the voice, and the remaining experts from the Wang Clan, Heavenly Sword Sect and the Li Clan all immediately erupted forth into movement, retreating away with explosive speed, their hearts twisted by deep terror.

Why was just a voice so fearful to them?

Who did the voice belong to?

Who could pose such a strong threat to the experts from the three powers?

The spectators even saw the hands of the sect leader from the Heavenly Sword Sect, Jian Wuyou, as well as the clan leader of the Li Clan, Li Zhentian, trembling involuntarily. Even people at their levels were frightened beyond belief. One could only wonder what exactly had they experienced earlier.

“How could it be? Why was the demon sword willing to be pulled out by him?”

Those from the Wang Clan coldly spat out, staring at the Heavenly Sword Sect and Li Clan’s members.

However, they only saw Jian Wuyou and Li Zhentian staring back at them. Their countenances were similarly ice-cold, extremely unsightly to behold.

For the sake of this battle, their elite forces had all perished. And at this junction, the Wang Clan still wanted to blame them?

Who knew why the fuck Qin Wentian was able to pull out the demon sword?

“Sir, it was your Wang Clan who wanted to deal with Qin Wentian. Yet when he pulled out the demon sword, we were the ones that suffered the most losses.” Jian Wuyou’s voice contained a chilling frigidness. Underneath the boiling anger he felt, the fear he initially had towards the Wang Clan, had completely dissipated.

Upon hearing that voice earlier, the surrounding people all felt their hearts pounding.

Did the voice belong to Qin Wentian?

Qin Wentian had pulled out the demon sword that was embedded in the sword range, immovable for centuries?

What soul-stirring and heart-shaking battle had occurred there today exactly?

At this moment, at the bottom of the precipice, the sword range was completely destroyed. Qin Wentian’s hands were still latched around the sword hilt of the demon sword, his long hair fluttered in the wind as he gazed up at the constellation in the heavens. The coldness in his eyes had no boundaries.

He had no way to continue extricating the demon sword. This demon sword was too terrifying, it needed to drink the entirety of his blood.

Those from the Zong Clan gathered together, feeling tsunami-like waves of shock crashing their hearts, feeling that they might explode at any given moment.

Too shocking, they had never before imagined such a scenario would happen.

Looking at the silhouette who was gripping the demon sword’s hilt, all of them had a strange feeling that the rightful master of this sword was none other than the young man standing before them.

Back then when he was in the Zong Clan, under the repeated provocations of Zong Hong and Zong Peng, he was able to maintain his calmness, choosing to hide his brilliance.

Yet now, they finally bore witness to the overwhelming dominance this young man was capable of.

Was this the magnificent style that solely belonged to the top ranker of the Heavenly Fate Rankings, unmatched in his generation?!

Was this the domineering air he’d projected back then on the Vermilion Bird arena platform, when defeating the monstrous talent of the world?

Sadly, none of them had gone to the ancient kingdom to spectate personally for themselves the incredibles feats of this young man.

At this moment, the young man whose hands grasped the demon sword appeared to be a peerless monarch of demons. He actually projected a force of absolute obedience, making them feel in their hearts the urge to worship him. Even that elder who had a falling out with Qin Wentian before felt extremely regretful of his actions. This young man was shining as resplendently as the constellations up there in the nine heavenly layers. How could he have the qualifications to criticize such a talent? Even clan lord Zong Yi wouldn’t have the qualifications to find fault with such a character.

There were hidden dragons within the Zong Clan, and they would make good use of this opportunity and bide their time. When the dragon finally soared up to the nine heavens, it would be the day their Zong Clan reunited with the Azure Faction, climbing back up to the pinnacle of glory in Grand Xia once more.

Zong Yi looked intently at the silhouette of the young man, before drawing a deep breath to declare, “From this day forth, the Sword Son of the Zong Clan, Qin Wentian, is now authorized to lead the entire Zong Clan. His authority surpasses all others—the elders, the doyens, and even I, the clan lord!”

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