Complete Annihilation

Complete Annihilation . . .

From the very beginning, Qin Wentian hadn't fully engaged in the battle. To him, the Sage Devil Gorge was merely a place for self-improvement, and passing the test was his primary goal. Since there were no great rewards to be gained here, he saw no reason to risk his life needlessly.

So, when he first entered the gorge, he took the life of a disciple and left the body untouched, hoping that the threat it posed would deter other disciples from bothering him. However, he had clearly underestimated the situation. What followed was beyond his expectations, as disciples from the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect came at him in relentless waves, all intent on taking his life. Were it not for his arsenal of hidden talents and exceptional combat skills, he would have met his end here long ago.

Things took a particularly maddening turn when Xia Hou led the Eastern Sage Sect disciples to encircle him, citing the ludicrous reason that his demeanor was too audacious. Qin Wentian was incensed by this. He began to play the role of the hunter, but even as he sought vengeance, he didn't lose himself entirely to madness.

All he wanted was for Xia Hou to pay the price. Those who stood at the pinnacle of the disciple hierarchy wouldn't readily reveal all their trump cards unless they faced a level of danger beyond their control. It was to be expected.

However, what he hadn't anticipated was the unwavering determination of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect disciples to see him dead. They had already slaughtered many of his followers, and before he could react, four of his allies at the forefront were obliterated by that energy wave. This pushed him over the edge, driving him into a true state of madness. It wasn't just him; the disciples from the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect seemed equally frenzied, ready to go to any lengths to end his life.

Faced with this relentless onslaught, Qin Wentian realized that his only path to survival was to annihilate them all. It was the only way to protect himself and those who had chosen to stand by him.

In this moment of desperation, he unleashed his bloodline protection ability to the fullest. The power of his blood surged to its peak, summoning a primordial demon king that mirrored his form, enveloping him protectively. Despite the overwhelming might of the disciples, they couldn't breach this bloodline shield.

Qin Wentian's roar resonated deep within the hearts of those around him. As he inclined his head, the primordial demon king mirrored his movements. The demon king's menacing eyes bore into the disciples, piercing their very souls and instilling fear.

The Qin Wentian they had faced before was already terrifying, but now, with this blood demon emerging, an unimaginably malevolent aura hung in the air. It compelled people to bow before it and shudder with fear that emanated from the depths of their souls.

"KILL!" Qin Wentian thundered. He thrust his colossal palms toward the elite disciple who had summoned the black hole, demonic radiance shrouding his hands as they closed in on the terrified elite. The elite disciple pushed his constellation's power to its limits, attempting to obliterate everything in his path and intensifying the crimson glow from his devil flower.

"BANG!" The Blood Devil Flower was shattered upon impact with Qin Wentian's palm imprint. The demon king's bloody palms extended, gripping the elite disciple as if he were nothing more than an insect, holding him firmly in its grasp.

"RELEASE ME!" The elite disciple's desperate cry echoed through the chaotic battleground. His body trembled uncontrollably, and the specter of death loomed so close it felt like it could claim him at any moment.

His terrified gaze locked onto Qin Wentian, but what he saw were blood-colored pupils that seemed to peer into the very depths of his soul.

"BOOM!" With a deafening crash, the demonic palm descended, and blood sprayed forth. The elite disciple was obliterated, his soul shattered by the sheer force of the strike. He couldn't withstand even a single blow.

Around Qin Wentian, the other participants were also in a frenzy, launching furious attacks that claimed the lives of several disciples from the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect. Earlier, those disciples had gone all out, sparing no effort to eliminate Qin Wentian. To their dismay, their attacks proved futile against the impenetrable bloodline protection of the demon king. This gave the other participants an opening to retaliate swiftly, leaving the Eastern Sage disciples helpless, waiting to meet their end.

Moreover, their strongest member, the elite disciple, had fallen with a single stroke from Qin Wentian.

The outcome of this battle seemed predetermined. The fifty-plus disciples from the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect suffered a humiliating defeat. How absurd it must have appeared.

Following that devastating attack, everyone involuntarily paused, their eyes fixed on Qin Wentian's massive 500-meter form, which resembled a descendant of a primordial demon king. A mix of fear and trepidation flickered in the disciples' eyes. How many types of energy did Qin Wentian possess? Sometimes, his battle qi soared into the heavens, encircling him in a halo of invincibility. Other times, divine light emanated from him, capable of suppressing and annihilating all. And now, he embodied a primordial demon king, a terrifying force to be reckoned with.

Even the participants who had chosen to follow Qin Wentian stood in stunned silence. They had never encountered someone at their level who possessed such overwhelming power. It seemed that Qin Wentian had transcended the peak of what was considered possible. They couldn't fathom how anyone with the same level of cultivation could defeat him.

A dawning realization swept over them: Perhaps in this immortal banquet hosted by the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect, the person before them might be one of the top three contenders.

This revelation wasn't lost on the surviving disciples from the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect. Regret filled their hearts. Why had they been so determined to eliminate him? If they had let him go, none of this would have happened, and their sect wouldn't be facing the threat of utter annihilation.

"FLEE!"

A voice suddenly roared, snapping the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect disciples out of their stupor. They scrambled to escape in different directions, no longer willing to engage in battle. Continuing to fight would only lead to their demise. Right now, their only hope for survival was to regroup with their fellow disciples.

"ROAR!" A monstrous, bone-chilling howl pierced the air. Qin Wentian stamped the ground and unleashed his palm strikes. Gigantic demonic imprints surged forth with unstoppable might, obliterating anything in their path.

"BOOM, BOOM, BOOM..." The thunderous explosions continued in rapid succession. Each deafening blast signaled the demise of a disciple. Before Qin Wentian, there was no one who could withstand a single blow from him.

His power was overwhelming, placing him in a league of his own. He and his opponents were on entirely different levels.

The scene was one of chaos and terror as the other disciples fled for their lives, their faces etched with sheer terror and panic. The looming specter of death was so close that their hearts raced uncontrollably.

But escape was not on the menu. A chilling, demonic voice echoed through the tumult, freezing their very souls. Amidst the unrelenting thunderous explosions that tore the earth asunder, a group of disciples tried to flee together, only to sense a nightmarish beam of demonic light closing in on them from behind. As they turned, their wide-eyed expressions mirrored sheer horror as their hearts threatened to leap from their chests.

Behind them, the demon king, now separated from Qin Wentian's body, stood imposingly, matching him in size and eerie countenance.

Two monstrous, demonic arms extended towards them, and the disciples screamed in terror, closing their eyes as despair washed over them. The demonic palms crushed their bodies with ruthless ease. The Eastern Sage Immortal Sect disciples had already lost the will to fight; their sole objective was to escape this deadly encounter. Capture meant certain death.

"BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!" Fissures tore through the earth relentlessly as more disciples met their demise. In the end, the last disciple fell, and the battle came to a grim conclusion.

Several experts from Qin Wentian's group had also perished, but the price they paid was justified by the complete annihilation of a group of over fifty fifth-level ascendants, leaving not a single survivor. It was an absolutely terrifying achievement.

The remaining participants gathered around Qin Wentian, gazing at the lifeless bodies of the disciples and the gaping chasms in the ground. The surreal nature of the scene hung heavily in the air. A fifth-level ascendant had harnessed power so monumental that it shook the heavens and earth.

Zi Qingxuan's beautiful eyes flickered with amazement as she looked at Qin Wentian. She had already held him in high regard, but his combat prowess had exceeded even her lofty expectations. He was seemingly flawless, a powerhouse in every aspect of combat. Facing Qin Wentian was akin to confronting a deity of slaughter.

The other participants were left speechless, their mouths opening and closing as if struggling to find words that were fitting. They sensed that Qin Wentian occupied an entirely different realm from them. Even the term "Brother Qin" felt inadequate to address him.

As the fading bloodline protection revealed Qin Wentian in his normal state, he glanced at the participants with a hint of dejection. "We lost some of our brothers in this battle. I let them down."

In the aftermath of the intense battle, a chorus of heartfelt voices rose among the participants. They showered Qin Wentian with praise, acknowledging his pivotal role in their survival.

"Brother Qin has already done enough. If it weren't for you, we would have already met our end here. This victory belongs to Brother Qin alone," one of them sighed deeply. These were not mere words of politeness; they emerged from the depths of his heart.

"That's absolutely right! We followed you into battle willingly, Brother Qin. You don't owe us anything. You could have easily left on your own, but instead, you chose to stand and fight for us. You were willing to descend into a state of madness to protect us. We are not blind; we can see that. The loss of our brothers earlier was a tragic accident. Given the circumstances, there was nothing you could have done to save them," another participant chimed in.

The sentiments were echoed by the others, their eyes filled with respect and admiration for Qin Wentian. Beyond his incredible combat skills, his character shone brightly in their eyes. His willingness to fight for their safety spoke volumes about his integrity. In truth, Qin Wentian need not have fought with such ferocity, unleashing power capable of rending the very sky, and wiping out the disciples of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect completely.

"Sadly, we couldn't save all our brothers," Qin Wentian acknowledged, his gaze shifting to the ongoing battles around them. Their clash had gone largely unnoticed amid the chaos of various groups battling throughout the area. In this tumultuous arena, there was little time or attention to spare for the struggles of others.

He watched as other participants and disciples continued their heaven-shaking, earth-shattering confrontations. The number of combatants had dwindled significantly, and it remained uncertain how many more exceptional talents would fall before this harrowing ordeal reached its conclusion.