Saint Lord

Saint Lord . . . 

Ying Teng was trampled by Qin Wentian underneath his foot. His prestige and face was completely gone. His eyes flared with fire, and just as the immortal might of his immortal foundation was about to erupt forth, Qin Wentian stomped down once again, jolting him so badly that he had no opportunity to use immortal energy to attack. He could only lie there, allowing Qin Wentian to trample on him freely.

"Qin Wentian. I, Ying Teng, vow that I will make you suffer a fate worse than death." Ying Teng was a prideful individual, a heaven chosen of the ancient Ying Clan with a lofty status. He had never suffered so much humiliation before.

"BOOM!" Another stomp slammed down. Ying Teng felt his inner organs were on the very verge of shattering, as he danced to and fro around the boundary of life and death. This torment was unable to activate the protective immortal sense on him. Qin Wentian had excellent control on his strength.

"Continue being arrogant." Qin Wentian's face was ice cold. Ying Teng wanted to use him as a key to open the treasury gate? And even used the people of the Southern Phoenix Clan and Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect as a tool to threaten him? In that case, he will teach this Ying Teng well on the code of conduct of being a human.

"IF YOU HAVE THE GUTS, JUST KILL ME!" Ying Teng screamed. Qin Wentian's actions were much more painful than simply killing him.

"It's too troublesome to kill you. If I did so, the experts from your clan are going to hunt me down. Killing the small ones brings out the old ones, these actions are the style of all of you great clans. My cultivation base is still so low, how can I fight head-on with your Ying Clan?" Qin Wentian laughed, his words causing those from the Ying Clan to heave a sigh of relief. As expected, Qin Wentian didn't dare to kill Ying Teng.

"However, I have too much time on my hands. Killing you is too troublesome but if I choose to torture you slowly instead, the Ying Clan would be too embarrassed to hunt down a junior like me when one of their descendants was defeated so miserably by someone of the same generation as him, right?" An evil-looking smile curled up Qin Wentian's lips. "After all, it's only normal for a heaven chosen to be injured and suffer some setbacks. It would only serve to be a good motivational tool for them to grow further."

After speaking, Qin Wentian stomped down again. With a thunderous boom, the hearts of everyone pounded as Ying Teng screamed. The crowd could clearly sense how much pain Ying Teng was in now. His hatred for Qin Wentian had most probably reached the point where he wanted nothing more than to tear Qin Wentian into a million pieces.

However, Qin Wentian was right. Ying Teng being injured and suffering some setbacks wouldn't be enough to merit the Ying Clan to act on his behalf. In fact after suffering so much humiliation, Ying Teng also didn't have the face to report this matter to the elders of his clan. If he did so, how could he still hold his head up high in his clan? His reputation would be tarnished forever and his status would suffer hugely.

"Ying Teng, feel free to tell your elders about this. Say how you were tortured and abused by me. In that case, maybe your elders would take extra care of you in the future." Qin Wentian could guess Ying Teng's train of thoughts. His words made Ying Teng's countenance turn the color of dead ashes.

"This mad man…" Everyone felt their hearts shaking when they stared at Qin Wentian. He was truly a mad man. Under such humiliation, it was highly likely Ying Teng would develop a heart demon from now on.

Jiang Ziyu's eyes gleamed as he watched Qin Wentian abusing Ying Teng from faraway.

"In the future, you guys best be more careful if you run into this man." Jiang Ziyu spoke to the people beside him. From Qin Wentian, he could feel a certain wildness that contained hints of madness yet was also filled with clarity. He didn't kill Ying Teng, yet he made Ying Teng endure an agony worse than death.

At the same time as Qin Wentian was abusing Ying Teng, he stared at his comrades still in combat as he spoke, "Remember to show mercy. Don't kill them. Just make sure they are crippled to the state where they can't move."

"Roger that senior brother!" Jun Mengchen laughed, his eyes glimmering with excitement. The armors granted them complete advantage, as they easily suppressed the experts of the Ying Clan. Not too long after, every one of their enemies were lying on the ground.

Right now, Ying Teng could no longer move. He laid limply on the ground, Qin Wentian then carried him and walked towards the bronze gate. Placing his palm there, the gate opened and he tossed Ying Teng out. The others did the same as well, tossing out the experts of the Ying Clan like they were garbage.

They came in with arrogance and went out in such a miserable state. Not only did they not gain any benefits, they were badly humiliated.

"I heard you guys wanted to kill me?" Qin Wentian's gaze shifted to those from the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect and the Violet Emperor Sect, his tone filled with a teasing note. This caused the hearts of these people all to tremble as they silently curse at Qin Wentian. Earlier, Qin Wentian ignored them, allowing them to watch how he abused the Ying Clan, securing his dominant position in their hearts.

"Dongsheng Ting and Zi Yunwu died?" Qin Wentian suddenly asked, causing the expressions of everyone to turn cold as they stared at Qin Wentian.

"Seems like it is so. What a pity I didn't get to kill him myself. Since this is the case, I'm sure the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor and the Violet Emperor would treat you guys 'kindly.' I won't act against you all then, please feel free to leave." After speaking, Qin Wentian stepped aside, opening up a path for them to exit.

Those from the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect and the Violet Emperor Sect hurriedly stepped out with unsightly expressions. Indeed, for Dongsheng Ting's and Zi Yunwu's death, both the immortal emperors would surely vent their anger on them. Once an immortal emperor is enraged, they would definitely lose their lives. They were thinking whether they should return or not. If they didn't return, the immortal emperors might send out a kill order for them.

Seeing those people leaving, Qin Wentian then turned to Jiang Ziyu and the others as he smiled, "Brother Jiang."

Jiang Ziyu stared at Qin Wentian and smiled back, "Is Brother Qin truly not keen to come visit my Jiang Clan as a guest?"

"Not now, if I want to go in the future I will let you know again." Qin Wentian laughed.

"Sure. I will wait for Brother Qin's arrival." Jiang Ziyu smiled. With a wave of his hand he led those from the Jiang Clan away.

"Do you guys need me to invite you out personally?" Qin Wentian stared at the rest of the experts from the various major powers as he spoke. Their countenances were ashen. Right now Qin Wentian and his comrades were all clad in the puppeted armor. If they were to fight now, only peak-level immortal-foundation experts will be able to put up a fight. For those with weaker cultivation bases, they would instantly be slaughtered. They had no choice but to leave.

This trip into the Ancient Mountain was a wasted one. They didn't obtain God's Hand and the so-called treasures left behind by Ancient Emperor Yi – these puppeted armors – actually needed God's Hand to activate.

Very swiftly everyone left, only those from the Southern Phoenix Clan and Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect remained.

They headed deeper into the interior and the bronze gate automatically closed. There were many puppeted armors here and although the forms were different, the boost in strength was relatively the same. Heading through the path in the center, they came to another bronze gate. It seems that in this place, both the front and back were sealed by gates.

Qin Wentian suddenly felt that it was a little funny. Could these armors be left behind to prevent the pursuit of the successor's enemies? If it was so, the person who planned this truly was farsighted.

After opening this secondary gate, a beam of light erupted forth and a gentle wind could be felt. Qin Wentian stood at the entrance as he stared dumbfoundedly at the scene before him.

"This…" Nanfeng Yunxi exclaimed in surprise. Not only for her and Qin Wentian, everyone else was stunned when they saw this. Their eyes that were blocked by the armor, were shining with the light of astonishment.

Before them was a stairway that led downwards. Qin Wentian continued down and the others followed. It led to an airspace above a gigantic slab of rock and right before their eyes, was a steep and gigantic mountain with numerous palaces built upon it in methodical and logical order.

They were standing right at the peak and had an extremely good field of view from their position. In fact, they could even see human-like figures moving about.

Staring into the horizons, because the distance was simply too far, the buildings and humans far away were as tiny as ants. There was no doubt, this place… was a city.

Floating higher up, he stared in all directions. Qin Wentian discovered that the position he was in wasn't the endpoint of this space. On the contrary, it was right in the center, it felt like this location was a king among mountains and from this vantage point, he could see every corner of this space.

There were not only humans here. It seemed like an entire world.

From below, several figures soared up into the air. These figures were all clad in armor and there were over thousands. All of them stared at Qin Wentian and his comrades as they split themselves into two rows. From below, even more experts gathered as more and more people rushed over here. These experts all had an extraordinary aura and their eyes were bright with spirit, as though they all had immense combat prowess. Among them, a middle-aged man stepped out. He stared at Qin Wentian and the others and spoke in bewilderment. "Why are there so many people here? May I ask which among you was the one who opened the gate?"

Qin Wentian stepped forward and replied, "That's me."

The middle-aged man glanced Qin Wentian for a moment. And to everyone's surprise, he actually bowed low as he respectfully called out, "We welcome the arrival of the Saint Lord."

"We welcome the arrival of the Saint Lord." From all directions, those experts who appeared here all bowed to Qin Wentian as they respectfully echoed.

"We welcome the arrival of the Saint Lord." Those guards clad in armor actually even knelt upon one knee on the air. In an instant, their voices thundered through the entire mountain range, like the tidal waves of an ocean, shaking the hearts of people.

Qin Wentian stood there dumbfounded. Nanfeng Yunxi and the others were staring around in confusion, not understanding what was going on as well.

Saint Lord?

Why were these people so respectful to Qin Wentian and referring to him as the Saint Lord?

"Can you explain what's going on?" Qin Wentian asked.

"Saint Lord, please come with me." The middle-aged man stretched his hand out in invitation. Qin Wentian slowly stepped forward as his comrades followed behind him, all of them filled with curiosity.

The middle-aged man led the way. He descended down through the air and walked towards the buildings and palaces. Over here, the buildings weren't as clustered. Yet all of them exuded an air of grandness, giving Qin Wentian a strange feeling. This feeling felt extremely marvelous as though each and every building contained a surge of battle might. This was a formless kind of power, the power of combat.

"Saint Lord, can you remove the puppeted armor? These armors were created by people of our tribe, there's no need for the Saint Lord to guard against us." That middle-aged man stated. Qin Wentian smiled, indeed he didn't sense any ill intent from the man at all. He then nodded and removed the armor, showing his true features.

The middle-aged man stared at Qin Wentian as his eyes gleamed with sharpness. "Saint Lord is so young, you are truly someone extraordinary and are much younger compared to the Saint Lord of the previous generation who came by in the past."

"Saint Lord of the previous generation? Ancient Emperor Yi?" Qin Wentian's eyes flickered. Could it be that this place wasn't left behind by Ancient Emperor Yi? Ancient Emperor Yi was the same as him – an outsider who managed to enter through his own comprehension of God's Hand?