Gu Zhantian Dodges The Fight

Gu Zhantian Dodges The Fight . . .

The atmosphere grew tense as the Deepflame Immortal King's gaze bore into Qin Wentian with unrelenting hostility. His icy demeanor spoke volumes, and he wasted no time addressing his nemesis, "Qin Wentian!"

Qin Wentian, undeterred by the Immortal King's glower, met his intense stare head-on.

"Your act of provocation toward me is one matter, but your audacious violation of our rules is another. Even after Blackpeak conceded defeat, you dared to take his life, showing blatant disregard for the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect's regulations and the presence of all the Immortal Kings here. How do you intend to atone for your actions?" The Deepflame Immortal King's voice was laced with an icy chill.

"Did he admit defeat? I didn't hear it. However, if Senior Immortal King wishes to seek retribution under this pretext, I have nothing to say. What words could I offer? Senior is a supreme Immortal King of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect, while I am merely a humble ascendant participating in the recruitment event," Qin Wentian responded directly. He had deliberately not heard any admission of defeat, drowning out Blackpeak's voice intentionally. Not only him, but none of the others had heard anything either.

"I didn't hear it either," Jun Mengchen chimed in, "Before this, the Deepflame Immortal King also told my Senior Brother that some things are destined and cannot be altered through hard work alone. It's like saying that no matter how exceptional my Senior Brother's performance is, he will never advance to the next round. In that case, we might as well withdraw from the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect voluntarily right now."

"You all..." The Deepflame Immortal King stared at them, his countenance growing colder by the moment. The grudge between him and Qin Wentian was widely known. Qin Wentian had publicly killed his disciple, challenging his authority and humiliating him. If he chose to use this incident as a pretext to expel Qin Wentian, it was evident that he was using his personal connections to exact revenge.

"Deepflame Immortal King, let it be," Dongsheng Ting interjected. The Deepflame Immortal King glanced at Dongsheng Ting, and in his inscrutable gaze, Dongsheng Ting seemed to have his own agenda. The Deepflame Immortal King understood that Dongsheng Ting would resolve this matter in his own way.

With a cold snort, the Deepflame Immortal King fell silent.

Qin Wentian then returned to his seat. Among the twenty participants, only nineteen remained, as Blackpeak had been eliminated. Eight had already participated in battles, leaving twelve more to go.

"Cloud Prefecture, Zi Qingxuan, it's your turn next," Dongsheng Ting announced calmly. However, beneath his composed exterior, Dongsheng Ting's heart was filled with icy apprehension. It appeared that Qin Wentian had encountered a remarkable mentor in the immortal realms, enabling his rapid growth and ascent to such formidable power.

Furthermore, with Princess Glaze by his side, Dongsheng Ting had no intention of intentionally making things difficult for Qin Wentian. Otherwise, if Princess Qing'er were to learn of this, she could easily deduce many details.

Zi Qingxuan stepped onto the platform, determined to give her best effort. Although Qin Wentian and Jun Mengchen had a high chance of advancing, she couldn't afford to falter. Among the remaining participants, none could be underestimated, except perhaps Su Feng, who was at her same cultivation level. They had crossed paths in battle before, and defeating him was a task she believed to be well within her capabilities.

"I challenge Su Feng," Zi Qingxuan declared, her gaze locking onto Su Feng. The announcement caused a shadow to fall across Su Feng's face. For a stellar martial cultivator, rapid increases in strength were a rare occurrence. The strong remained strong, and the weak inevitably grew weaker.

Su Feng had no illusions about the outcome. He knew that if he were to face Zi Qingxuan again, defeat would be inevitable.

"I concede," Su Feng declared without setting foot on the platform, opting to yield immediately. He still harbored hope, knowing that he could at least have the initiative in his next battle and strive for a victory.

Breaking into the top ten was proving to be an exceedingly difficult feat, especially with no weak contenders among the participants.

"Next, Gu Zhantian," Dongsheng Ting announced, finally calling Gu Zhantian to the platform. Gu Zhantian had already suffered one defeat, and if he lost another, he would be eliminated from the competition.

The spectators watched closely, wondering if this would turn into an internal battle within the Cloud Prefecture. Jun Mengchen had previously humiliated Gu Zhantian and challenged him to a death match.

However, after witnessing Jun Mengchen's dominant victory over Xia Jiufeng, the question remained: would Gu Zhantian still have the courage to challenge him?

For Gu Zhantian, this decision was incredibly challenging. He had already lost one round, and another loss would mean an immediate exit from the top ten contenders.

On the platform, Gu Zhantian's eyes darted back and forth as he grappled with his uncertainty. His conviction and self-confidence wavered, and he no longer possessed the unwavering assurance of victory.

Neither Qin Wentian nor Jun Mengchen was taken aback by this hesitation; instead, their eyes blazed with an intense desire for battle. Jun Mengchen even signaled his contempt with a thumbs-down gesture.

With clenched fists, Gu Zhantian released a surge of killing intent. As the top-ranked participant from the Cloud Prefecture, he refused to cower, even in the face of potential defeat. This battle was about more than just victory; it was about preserving his pride.

Determination flickered in his eyes, and he pointed in the direction of the Cloud Prefecture. However, he didn't target Jun Mengchen but rather Qin Wentian.

"You wanted a battle with me earlier, and I shall grant your wish. Qin Wentian, step up here," Gu Zhantian roared with rage, choosing to face off against Qin Wentian.

Jun Mengchen couldn't help but smirk as he looked at Qin Wentian beside him. It was evident in his eyes that he believed Gu Zhantian would undoubtedly lose this battle.

The top-ranked participant from the Cloud Prefecture was now at risk of failing to secure a spot in the top ten.

Qin Wentian rose from his seat and walked toward the platform once more. Having emerged victorious in his previous battle, he was open to challenges from others.

"How about a battle to the death?" Qin Wentian declared icily. He hadn't forgotten that when Jun Mengchen was gravely poisoned earlier, Gu Zhantian had not hesitated to wish for Jun Mengchen's demise. The level of his hostility toward Jun Mengchen was comparable to Blackpeak's hostility toward Qin Wentian.

A dazzling burst of light filled the air, a manifestation of powerful suppression that leveled both their cultivation bases to the same level. Gu Zhantian's expression shifted, his eyes filled with disdain as he glared at Qin Wentian, but he remained silent. While he still had confidence in his abilities, the prospect of a battle to the death was a daunting one, especially after witnessing Qin Wentian's victory over Blackpeak, the personal disciple of the Deepflame Immortal King.

With his constellation, astral soul, and a surge of violent energy, Gu Zhantian didn't waste words; he launched his attack immediately. Qin Wentian, on the other hand, unleashed the third level of the immortal battle art, causing a cacophony of rumbling sounds to reverberate from his body. A blood-red light flashed as intricate runic inscriptions flowed, forming a fiendgod armor that enveloped him, radiating an unparalleled presence.

Backed by his unwavering confidence, Jun Mengchen didn't hold back as he commented, "Back then, Gu Zhantian fought my senior brother Qin when he had a three-level advantage in cultivation. How laughable. If they were on equal footing, my senior brother would effortlessly defeat him." His words, directed at experts from various major powers and participants from the Cloud Prefecture, were devoid of politeness. They had always underestimated Qin Wentian, but his rapid rise was something no one could hinder.

Qin Wentian's form flickered as millions of his incarnations materialized. Each of these incarnations delivered a palm strike capable of seizing stars and moons, tearing through anything in their path.

Gu Zhantian's roar echoed skyward as a dragon of water manifested, coiling around him. With each of his strikes, demonic beings materialized and clashed against Qin Wentian's attacks.

But at this critical moment, Qin Wentian's millions of incarnations multiplied once again, completely encircling the space and overwhelming Gu Zhantian. The sheer power of this innate technique was awe-inspiring.

The immortal kings observed with astonishment. Such an immortal-ranked innate technique couldn't manifest true bodies. Qin Wentian had seemingly created an illusion, multiplying the incarnations by over a million times, granting them his attack power for a brief moment. The energy consumption, however, should have been astronomically high, seemingly impossible to sustain.

As he faced the onslaught of countless incarnations, Gu Zhantian felt his heart tremble, his self-confidence further eroding as he recalled Blackpeak's death. Each of Qin Wentian's incarnations exuded a resplendent battle light, making it a formidable adversary. Even dealing with one incarnation alone was a daunting task, exerting immense pressure on him.

"I CONCEDE!" Gu Zhantian roared with all his might. Qin Wentian, who was poised to continue his attack, was momentarily taken aback. Then, as if nothing had happened, he retracted his millions of incarnations and returned to his original form.

The battle light still emanated from him as he simply gazed at Gu Zhantian. Without uttering a word, he raised his foot and walked away, returning to the Cloud Prefecture's area. This disdainful departure was a clear form of humiliation for Gu Zhantian.

Gu Zhantian had long yearned for a showdown with Qin Wentian, envisioning a grand battle of legendary proportions. Yet, when the moment of truth finally arrived, the duel concluded in a most unexpected manner.

He stood there, ousted from the current round of competition. The esteemed top ranker of the Cloud Prefecture would not progress any further, his journey ending among the top twenty contenders.

An anguished cry erupted from his lips, a thunderous howl that reverberated through the heavens and the earth. Gu Zhantian cast his gaze skyward, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Consumed by humiliation, he descended from the battle platform.

"Gu Zhantian has been eliminated. No one else can challenge him now," Dongsheng Ting remarked in a subdued tone. The spectators couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief. The Cloud Prefecture's top ranker, who had once stood at the pinnacle, had been unseated in such a dramatic fashion. Meanwhile, the 27th ranker from the same Cloud Prefecture had defeated Blackpeak in their first encounter and now eliminated Gu Zhantian in their second.

The question lingered: Who was the true top ranker of the Cloud Prefecture? One thing was certain: Gu Zhantian was no longer in contention, no longer deemed worthy.

"Next up, we have Ye Qianchen from the Qian Prefecture," announced Dongsheng Ting. A moment later, Ye Qianchen strode onto the platform.

As the top ranker of the Qian Prefecture, he challenged the reigning champion of the Mo Prefecture, Yan Zimo. The outcome favored Ye Qianchen, securing his victory.

Following this, the top ranker of the Li Prefecture, Cang Ao, faced off against the top contender from the Rock Prefecture, Bashan. The battle culminated with Cang Ao's triumph.

In another clash, the top ranker of the Blazing Sun Prefecture, Dugu Xishan, took on the top warrior of the Yue Prefecture, Gu Hong. The final result saw Dugu Xishan emerging as the victor.

These participants hailed from the thirteen prestigious prefectures, each boasting considerable renown. With unwavering strength, they defended their honor, knowing that they represented the pride and prestige of their respective regions. In the vast expanse of the thirteen prefectures, only one contender from each region remained in this grueling test, a testament to their unparalleled resilience and determination.