Ancient Godly Monarch Chapter 508: Who Among You Can Kill Me?

AGM 508 – Who Among You Can Kill Me?
The instant Shang Qi’s words resounded out, the initial looks of anger were quickly replaced by looks of greed. The killing intent rising from the major powers’ experts only surged higher, as though they couldn’t wait to get onstage to kill Qin Wentian.
“So it was him.” Right now they finally understood. Qin Wentian had challenged the five chosen not because he wanted to show off his strength. Rather, it was purely for the sake of revenge.
Those experts from the King’s Manor in Xuan King City trembled with rage at Qin Wentian’s audacity when they saw him chasing after Shang Qi. They stood up and roared explosively, “IMPUDENT!”
But how could Qin Wentian care about them? It was precisely because the six chosen were all on this stage that he’d come up here in the first place. His motive was simple, to kill all of them, not leaving a single one alive.
Since his purpose had already been revealed, there was no need to find excuses for what he wanted to do then.
Astral light flashed, as Stellar Transposition was executed. He reappeared behind Shang Qi and stabbed the spear out with a speed as fast as lightning. The long spear seemed without presence, soundlessly penetrating through the air. Yet, a terrible shockwave emerged, seemingly powerful enough to tear the surrounding space apart.
Shang Qi naturally felt the pressure. A rumbling sound rang out as his mind shuddered, an after-effect of him being dragged into a nightmare. In there, countless blood-colored halberds lashed out at him. Each halberd shone with a life-stealing light, projecting a sinister and malevolent aura, waiting to reap his life away.
“ARGHH!” Shang Qi howled, the bloodline in his body started to thrum with power. Like the rumbling of the mountains, terrifying explosions seemed to resound from within his body and abruptly, a glow of golden light burst out, intermingled with blood. It wrapped Shang Qi securely within the protection of a cocoon.
“BANG!” The vibrational strength was incomparably powerful, landing on the cocoon as tendrils of pulsating energy gushed within. Although the cocoon was destroyed, there was still a layer of blood energy protecting Shang Qi. Shang Qi coughed out blood as the impact of the strike pushed him forwards. The experts from the King’s Manor were already moving towards the stage, prepared to rescue Shang Qi.
Although they didn’t step onto the stage, they were at its boundaries.
“QUICKLY!” Among them, an expert stretched out his hands, trying to grab Shang Qi to safety. Shang Qi gritted his teeth as the power of his bloodline erupted to its utmost limits, boosting his speed explosively as he continued rushing forward.
“You think you can run?” A beam of radiant light shot out from the center of Qin Wentian’s brows. His demonic qi towered up till the skies as the blood in his body boiled and seethed, causing a fearsome blood-red vortex to manifest at the tip of his spear.
“DIE!” Qin Wentian shouted. The instant the expert from the King’s Manor grabbed hold of Shang Qi, Qin Wentian’s spear descended.
“Pu…” At that instant, Shang Qi’s body convulsed violently. The expert from the King’s Manor succeeded in grabbing Shang Qi to his side, yet…he was already dead. Shang Qi’s face was a mask of blood, his entire arterial channels, meridians, bone structures and even his heart, had been ripped to pieces.
That spear strike had been powered by Qin Wentian’s bloodline, as well as his Mandate of Force, causing the interior of Shang Qi’s body to completely collapse.
“You…” The expert from the King’s Manor had a dark look upon his face. Within moments, a surge of his blood-might activated his bloodline power and enveloped Qin Wentian within, sealing his movements.
Those below were still staring dumbfounded in amazement, awed by Qin Wentian’s audacity. After his identity had been revealed, he had used an even more overwhelming attack to slaughter Shang Qi, totally ignoring the existence of the King’s Manor.
Xu Feng and Ji Xue stood on the stage, their hearts pounding violently. They recognized this man now—it was Qin Wentian and he had come for revenge. He was now so powerful he could effortlessly kill the chosen. Ji Xue finally understood why the black-robed young man kept referring to himself as Qin. Apparently, this person was none other than Qin Wentian!
And as for Yun Rou who had come here together with Qin Wentian, her heart was tangled with mixed emotions, her eyes widened so much it felt as though they were going to pop out. That young man whom she’d constantly been giving reminders to, he was actually this powerful?!
At the royal clan’s seating area, the young man with the golden eyes actually had a smile on his face as he watched the scene play out. With regards to Shang Qi’s death, he wasn’t bothered at all. Somehow, this young man in black had actually exceeded his expectations.
As for Shang Yue, the princess of the King’s Manor in Xuan King City, she was now personally witnessing that young man take revenge on the six chosen who had hunted him down back then. As she watched him, she felt an indescribable emotion in her heart.
“He has spatial transference scrolls on him, don’t let him escape.”
“We must dismember his body into ten thousand pieces before tossing his remains out in the wilderness for the demonic beasts to feast on!”
The experts from the five major powers, as well as the King’s Manor in the Xuan King City, were completely incensed. They had even arrived at the boundaries of the stage and wanted nothing more than to step onto it and personally slaughter Qin Wentian.
Leng Tu from the Blood Cloud Sect also felt a chill in his heart as he witnessed what was happening. Back then in the hidden realm, he had been in the same party as Qin Wentian. Luckily, he hadn’t been like Xie Yu and the others, repaying kindness with ingratitude. If not, their situations today would most likely be his as well.
“In this disciple recruitment selection event of the nine great sects, only those qualified can stand upon this stage. Life and death belongs to one’s fate, this is something the royal clan and the nine great sects have all acknowledged. Since they died in the hands of I, Qin, this can only mean that their strength was far from enough. Yet all of you from Xuan King City want to rush up onto the stage and kill me? Do you feel that the prestige of being acknowledged by the nine great sects isn’t worthy enough, or are you holding the royal clan in disdain?”
Qin Wentian’s voice reverberated through the air like thunder falling from the skies, echoing out for over a hundred miles. Since both the nine great sects and the royal clan had given their word, that the life and death of the cultivators on stage would depend on their own fate, who still dared to rush up and kill Qin Wentian?
His spoken words felt like a tight slap to the faces of all those experts from the major powers in the Xuan King City. They fell silent, yet their eyes glimmered with a baleful hatred.
“We will naturally comply with the nine great sects and the royal clan’s directive. However, if you wish to use the spatial transference scroll to escape, we will have no choice but to barge up to stop you.” Someone from the higher echelons in the King’s Manor coldly spoke. Shang Qi was a junior of his clan—he was someone talented enough to be named chosen and had been highly regarded. Yet, Qin Wentian had actually dared to slay him under broad daylight, right in front of their faces.
As the sound of his voice faded, a sixth level Heavenly Dipper Sovereign had already passed the formation. And immediately, he dashed towards Qin Wentian’s direction.
This person was an expert from the Golden Fire Aristocrat Clan. His combat prowess could be considered extremely tyrannical among sixth level Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns, but because of his age, he knew that there was no chance of him being selected by the nine great sects even if he did pass the test. And so, he hadn’t come up earlier.
After all, talent was the foremost consideration when the nine great sects chose their disciples. Considering his age, as well as the fact that he was only at the sixth level of Heavenly Dipper after all these years, this already spoke volumes about his level of talent.
However, right now, he was stepping up in order to kill Qin Wentian.
“I want him to die in the utmost agony, his flesh incinerated by flames.” A powerhouse from the Golden Fire Aristocrat Clan coldly commanded, his voice tingling with malevolence. His hatred for Qin Wentian had already seeped into his bones. Jin Yan was his son! A life for a life, Qin Wentian must die.
“Who says I’m going to leave?” Qin Wentian stared at the expert who spoke. The features of his face suddenly blurred as the lines shifted, revealing his original countenance.
Indeed, he was that white-robed young man who’d made the six major powers suffer tremendous losses when they chased after him. Now, he was back for revenge, like a god of death, killing the chosen from the six powers.
Those demon-level geniuses in front of him were akin to weeds waiting to be chopped—they couldn’t even stand up to a single strike. In fact, their level of strength made people question whether they were truly qualified to be named as chosen in the first place.
The eyes of Lin Shuai, from the Battle Sword Sect, abruptly brightened when he saw Qin Wentian’s countenance.
So, that white-robed young man he’d seen in the image had already been noticed by his master. And indeed, Qin Wentian’s earlier tyrannical performance truly made him stand out from the crowd. Those chosen from the Xuan King City were nothing in front of him.
“I, Qin, am but one man. That day in the mountain range of the Heavenly Mountains, experts from the six major powers, even those at the latter levels of Heavenly Dipper were also present, when you moved against me. You guys truly hold me in high regard. Since I, Qin, have come here today, I have no intentions of leaving so easily. How can I not ‘thank’ the six major powers for their ‘kindness’ on that day?”
Qin Wentian spoke, and the power of his blood started to awaken as a towering demonic qi exploded forth from him. His black hair fluttered in the wind, his dark eyes blacker than the darkest night, yet they glowed with the light of the brightest constellation. In the center of his brows, a third eye opened, and his aura surged relentlessly upwards. He was like the descendant of an ancient primordial demon king, intent on world domination.
The expert from the Golden Fire Aristocrat Clan walked over, his body blazing with fire. Both his astral souls and astral novas had already been released, shining so brightly that they pierced the eyes of the onlookers. His blood was surging as well, as a number of golden lotuses manifested before him, projecting a fearsome aura of menacing heat.
He soared into the air, moving towards Qin Wentian. His fiery palms were so dazzling that the onlookers couldn’t open their eyes. An incomparably huge golden lotus appeared in the air, before transforming into a sea of golden petals, sweeping towards Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian also, soared into the air. A forcefield of absolute obedience blasted outwards as his mounting sword qi raked the petals into pieces. The King Sword astral nova floated above his head. This was a sword that could only be wielded by kings, none could be its equal.
“DIE!” A boundless sword intent flooded the space, and the smaller golden lotuses around that expert all exploded into pieces, in a bid for defense.
“BOOM!” Qin Wentian took another step forward, causing the space to tremble. He executed Stellar Transformation as his long spear shot directly through the void, piercing towards his opponent’s body.
The expert from the Golden Fire Aristocrat Clan folded double-hand incantation gestures as nine blazing suns abruptly appeared, sweeping forwards with a wave of destruction. The long spear skewered through all nine suns, shattering them with insurmountable force. At the same time, that expert trembled violently as a scene of countless demonic beings appeared in his mind. He was dragged into a dreamscape, all because his will was too weak.
Although Qin Wentian had killed many people, even now there was nobody that could understand why his spear arts could be that strong.
The power of this devilish dreamscape couldn’t be understood, if one didn’t experience it personally.
“Puchi!”
That unfathomable spear struck out once again. So what if his opponent’s cultivation base was at the sixth level of Heavenly Dipper? Qin Wentian’s bloodline activation placed him on equal footing in terms of cultivation base, added to the fact that all his Mandates were at the Transformation Boundary. Considering how terrifying his dreamscape of nightmares could be, who, at the same level, could receive a single spear from him without dying?
“DIE!” Qin Wentian spat out. Under the awestruck gazes of the crowd, the head of that expert split open as he died there, with a spear penetrated through his head.
The light from the nine suns faded away, Qin Wentian’s eyes were filled with a wild confidence, sweeping around the crowd as he spoke in a tone of ice, “Who among you can kill me?”