Ancient Godly Monarch Chapter 506: Tyrannical Slaughter

AGM 506 – Tyrannical Slaughter
Silence descended on the battle stage. Although Xie Yu was considered a chosen from one of the major powers in Xuan King City, he wasn’t the most dazzling one. But even so, his death attracted the attention of everyone present.
Because that single spear attack was simply too brilliant.
They didn’t know what Xie Yu had experienced, they couldn’t understand what they’d seen. A mighty existence at the fifth level of Heavenly Dipper didn’t even have the chance to display his full strength, before dying from a stab through the throat by a random cultivator?
It was precisely because they didn’t understand that they were filled with terror.
The long spear in the black-robed young man’s hands was merely an ordinary weapon. And right now, this weapon still dripped blood— blood that belonged to a demon-level genius from a major power of Xuan King City.
Yun Rou, who was in the midst of the crowd, felt her heart thumping with disbelief. Earlier, when Qin Wentian rushed out, she felt the nervousness in her heart elevating to a climax. And when that spear of his penetrated through Xie Yu’s throat, she’d been left completely breathless. Even now, after some time had passed, she had yet to recover. Her heartbeat was still hammering.
The rush of impact brought to her by this young man whom she was curious about, was too great.
The two beside her were still in a daze. Initially, they thought Qin Wentian would definitely use the top-tier fourth-ranked divine weapon to participate, yet he only used an ordinary spear.
From the spectator stands, several silhouettes abruptly stood up, their countenances icy and their eyes filled with a baleful killing intent.
They were obviously experts from the Ecliptic Sect. Xie Yu was a chosen of their sect, yet he’d been brazenly killed by this young man in front of everyone.
Only now did they understand Qin Wentian’s earlier query.
“I only have a single question. Are we allowed to kill up here?”
The gazes of the representatives from the royal clan and the nine great sects all swept towards Qin Wentian. The young man in black stood there calmly, the ordinary spear still dripping blood.
Yet, his gaze had now shifted to Jin Yan. Just a single glance from him felt like a sharp blade, directly piercing into Jin Yan’s eyes, shocking him out of his stunned state from seeing Xie Yu killed in a single strike.
The ones blocking Qin Wentian wasn’t just Xie Yu alone. Wasn’t Jin Yan also the same?
Thinking of this, Jin Yan’s aura immediately exploded forth, as blazing flames burst into being around him. The power of his bloodline activated as the surrounding temperature surged madly.
“Bzzz!”
The long spear in Qin Wentian’s hands pierced out, just as silently as before. Yet, it was fast, so fast that the sound of its strike didn’t have time to reach the spectator’s ears.
This time around, those experts all stared intently when he unleashed the attack. His spear attacks didn’t seem that profound, or more accurately, they didn’t know how to describe such a spear attack, hence they had no way to judge it.
They too, couldn’t understand what Jin Yan was currently experiencing. Facing that ordinary spear attack, Jin Yan felt like he was hearing the summons of a death god. His mind was in total chaos as he sank into a world of dreams. In this world that was filled with darkness and blood, the only thing that existed was a long spear that pressed relentlessly forward. And because he had already lost the ability to judge directions, it appeared as though no matter where he tried to dodge, the spear would still strike him.
“Pu!” A light sound rang out. At this moment, Jin Yan finally understood the despair Xie Yu felt. He also understood why Xie Yu would fall to this spear, with absolutely no way to resist. Only when facing this spear attack did he truly know how terrifying it was.
He racked his brains, and for the life of him, he couldn’t recall who he might’ve offended. Why would the other party want to kill him?
“Jin Yan, you are number two.” A voice that sounded extremely familiar drifted into his mind. After which, the image of a white-robed young man snatching away the Constellation Fruits surfaced in his memory. The six chosen had fought him, yet he’d managed to escape. After that, the chosen had brought along experts from their clans and sects to surround him, yet they still couldn’t touch him. That vermilion bird had defended him with little regard for its own life.
“It’s him.” A notion flashed through Jin Yan’s mind, this was his last conscious thought before he slumped onto the ground, falling over dead.
“Jin Yan!” A hoarse roar reverberated into the air, coming from the spectator stand where the Golden Fire Aristocrat Clan was sitting at. The experts from Jin Yan’s clan all stood up, their countenances pale as they stared at his corpse.
Jin Yan suffered the same fate as Xie Yu, with a spear sealing their throats.
Two demon-level geniuses dying in the hands of the same man, and by the same method—killed by a single spear strike without the ability to resist.
Currently, all of Qin Wentian’s Mandates were already at the Transformation Boundary of the second level. In addition, after practicing his halberd arts for so long, each of his halberd strikes could generate a dream will that dragged people into a dreamscape of his own creation. Even when using a spear, the effect was still the same. Since his Mandate of Dreams had reached the second level Transformation Boundary, even though his opponents knew that they were in a dreamscape, they still had no way to resist. This was why, despite them being an entire level higher than Qin Wentian in terms of their cultivation, they’d still died under his hands.
Back when Qin Wentian called upon the power of his bloodline, he could already fight on equal ground with the six chosen altogether. Now that he’d already broken through to the fourth level of Heavenly Dipper, killing the chosen cost the same effort as him flipping his palms. This was the suppression effect caused by the difference in a Mandate’s boundaries.
The crowd’s whispered discussions rang out in the air—two geniuses from the major powers of Xuan King City had been killed, one after another, in a single strike. Staring at the yet to cool down corpses left a chill in the hearts of those present.
How ruthless was this young man in black? Also, how tyrannical was that?
“Are trash like this also qualified to participate in the tests designed by the nine great sects?” Qin Wentian brandished his spear, his gaze roaming around the experts on the stage as he spoke. “Despite being so useless, Xie Yu and Jin Yan have the title of chosen from the major powers in Xuan King City? Could it be that the chosen from the Yin Clan, Wind Roc Aristocrat Clan and Heaven Shocking Sword Sect are also as weak as them? If that’s the case, just scram from this stage now of your own volition rather than staying up here and shaming yourselves.”
With just this single sentence, Qin Wentian had thoroughly offended all the major powers in the Xuan King City.
Feng Yunhe, the chosen from the Wind Roc Aristocrat Clan.
Yin Ting, from the Yin Clan.
Jian Jingtian, from the Heaven Shocking Sword Sect.
Right now these chosen were still on the stage. The words and actions of this young man in black seemed to be completely ungoverned—he didn’t mind making an enemy out of them.
‘Sir, aren’t your words a little too arrogant?” Yin Ting took a few steps forward, as arcs of lightning crackled around his body. He didn’t know what Xie Yu and Jin Yan had experienced. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be acting so audaciously, and stepping out right then.
However right now, his goal was to join the Violet Thunder Sect. How could he lose face in front of them?
“Do you really think that your spear arts are invincible?” Feng Yunhe coldly snorted. He knew he had no equal among the chosen when it came to speed. Even if Xie Yu and Jin Yan couldn’t evade that spear attack, it didn’t mean that he couldn’t as well.
Jian Jingtian didn’t speak, but a powerful sword intent radiated from him. Jian Jingtian (Sword shocking the heavens) from the Heaven Shocking Sword Sect. His sword techniques were as fast as lightning and could even shock the heavens. He didn’t believe that his sword arts would lose out to Qin Wentian’s spear techniques.
Qin Wentian laughed coldly, then brandished his spear and moved to the center of the platform. “The three of you can come at me together.”
As the sound of his voice faded, a gentle breeze gusted by, fluttering his black robes.
On that vast stage, there were many geniuses far more outstanding compared to the chosen from the major powers in Xuan King City. In fact, some among them had already passed the tests set by the nine great sects. But at this moment, the spear-wielding young man in black was the focal point of the crowd, attracting the entirety of their attention upon him.
Feng Yunhe, Jian Jingtian and Yin Ting—the three of them had cultivation bases at the fifth level of Heavenly Dipper. And being humiliated by someone with a fourth level Heavenly Dipper cultivation base in such a setting, and in front of so many people, how could they find excuses not to fight?
If they didn’t have the guts to fight someone with a lower cultivation base, how would they still have face to remain on this stage? How would they even qualify to join any of the nine great sects as a core disciple?
If they truly didn’t dare to fight, then even if their talents were outstanding and even if they passed the tests set by the nine great sects, the nine great sects still might not accept them.
“You don’t need to hesitate, just come at me together. If not, there won’t even be a chance for you to display your strength.” The young man’s arrogant words spurred the three chosen into action. Although three against one wasn’t exactly a glorious matter, Qin Wentian’s killing of Xie Yu and Jin Yan was simply too domineering. In fact, if Qin Wentian challenged them to a one-on-one fight, they truly wouldn’t have dared to accept.
Jian Jingtian’s Astral Novas erupted into being, and he slashed out a sword in a probing manner. The violent sword qi was like the terrifying waves of an ocean, gushing towards Qin Wentian.
At the same time, Yin Ting made his move. He flew up to the skies, staring down at Qin Wentian. With a roar, he manifested a tyrannical lightning palm imprint, slamming it down.
Qin Wentian soared up to the skies, directly stabbing out with his spear. His spear had no presence and was as silent as before—his entire persona was like the tyrant of a generation, exhibiting a heaven-shaking might.
As the spear pierced out, the void shattered. The lightning palm imprint had exploded into pieces, and Qin Wentian borrowed force from its momentum to fly towards Yin Ting.
Fast, simply too fast. When Qin Wentian struck out with his spear to destroy the palm imprint, he simultaneously dodged Jian Jingtian’s sword attack.
At this moment, Feng Yunhe also arrived. He moved at the instance both Jian Jingtian and Yin Ting attacked. His movements were akin to a great roc as he sped towards Qin Wentian. His golden talons had nothing they couldn’t destroy, he directly struck out towards Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian’s left palm blasted out with the weight of a mountain. His motion wasn’t affected, and he continued soaring upwards while exuding that tyrannical aura. Yin Ting’s will from his Mandate of Great Earth, pressed downwards, as the effect of gravity severely increased Qin Wentian’s weight. But even so, it wasn’t sufficient to douse his determination to kill Yin Ting.
“Block him.” Jian Jingtian’s silhouette flickered as he hurriedly dashed over. Yin Ting’s eyes flashed with electricity as towering lightning energy gushed forth from him, forming into a gigantic thunder sword with his wills of Mandates imbued into it.
Qin Wentian’s blood was surging as his Mandate of Force and Demon simultaneously channeled into his spear, giving it the power to cut through iron like it was bamboo, piercing through the void towards the gigantic thunder sword.
This spear of Qin Wentian’s shall slay gods if gods were to block him and shall exterminate buddhas if buddhas were to stand in his path.
“Peng!” The thunder sword shattered—nothing could block the killing intent infused into the long spear. Yin Ting’s head exploded into pieces as blood splattered down from air.
“The third.” Qin Wentian’s voice whispered softly, his voice causing the other two to feel shivers down their spines.
Yin Ting had fallen; this was the third chosen from Xuan King City.
“DIE!” Jian Jingtian actually felt a sense of despair when he saw Yin Ting had fallen. It was as though Yin Ting’s death was a prelude to his own ending as well.
A sword shaking the heavens, even the heavens had to be exterminated with his sword intent.
The instant Qin Wentian killed Yin Ting, he directly angled his spear and swung it horizontally, slamming it into Feng Yunhe’s golden talons. His body went with the flow of the wind, and continued soaring upwards to evade that torrent of sword qi from Jian Jingtian.
“How fast.”
Qin Wentian had cultivated Roc Flash before, and with demonic blood in his veins, his speed was naturally incomparable. He stood in the air, staring down at his two opponents. He then swapped the long spear with the ordinary great axe strapped upon his back and directly cleaved down towards Jian Jingtian.
“I don’t believe,” Jian Jingtian coldly spoke. His sword Astral Nova directly slashed across the sky, erupting with fearsome might. Qin Wentian didn’t try to evade. Instead, he matched strength for strength, and continued cleaving down with his axe.
An axe splitting apart the heavens—as that great axe landed, even the void trembled. When that axe slammed into Jian Jingtian’s sword nova, Jian Jingtian gave a groan of misery. It felt as though his Astral Nova was about to be shattered apart. He saw Qin Wentian lifting his arms up and chopping down once more. This time around, he involuntarily trembled and chose to retreat. The strength behind those axe blows filled his heart with terror.
“CLEAVE!”
Qin Wentian roared in anger as the axe in his hands produced a sliver of axe light, slashing down with monumental strength. Despite Feng Yunhe’s retreat, he was still injured. The center between his brows split open, leaving a red line as fresh blood oozed out.
“That’s a form of swordplay!” Jian Jingtian’s eyes widened in incredulous disbelief, before his body tumbled down from the air.