Mystic Moon Hall

Mystic Moon Hall...

Yi Xiang and his companion marched confidently toward Qin Wentian, their eyes fixed on him.

"Brother Qin, it seems you fail to appreciate a favor," Yi Xiang stated coldly, exuding a palpable sense of impending violence. He couldn't fathom how someone like Qin Wentian, hailing from a small country, could be so audacious. Qin Wentian appeared oblivious to the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan and other transcendent powers. His origins were a mystery.

A low buzz filled the air as Yi Xiang and his companion released their Astral Souls.

Qin Wentian's expression turned icy. He couldn't fathom the logic that demanded him to surrender the Stellar Fruits he had just obtained. His long hair swayed in the wind as a sinister aura enveloped him. His blood roared through his veins, and the blood seal on his body throbbed with incredible power.

"DIE!" The pressure from his opponents bore down on them. Yi Xiang and his companion charged, attacking with reckless abandon. Mo Qingcheng prepared to counter their assault, but Qin Wentian intervened.

"Leave this to me," he declared.

With those words, he blurred into motion, appearing before the two attackers in an instant. He unleashed a devastating palm strike.

The 4th Stance of the Thousand-Hand Imprints – Kuji Imprint.

As the Kuji Imprint surged forth, it brought an overwhelming sense of desolation, as if erasing everything in its path. Moreover, the gigantic palm bore the sharpness of sword intent, as Qin Wentian executed it using his sword-type Divine Yuan Energy.

The expressions of the two attackers froze; they felt the tremendous pressure and struggled to breathe. In that moment, it seemed like the Kuji Imprint was the only existence in the world, an unstoppable force.

Spectators were filled with terror as they witnessed Qin Wentian's palm imprint. It possessed an unfathomable power, radiating a blood-red sheen and the aura of an Emperor.

Trapped without an escape, Yi Xiang and his companion mustered all their strength to defend against Qin Wentian's attack. With a thunderous roar, both their arms shattered instantly. Horror filled their eyes as the Kuji Imprint consumed them. The overwhelming desolation obliterated their bodies, reducing them to dust. Not a trace of their remains remained.

"How powerful," the onlookers whispered in awe.

The crowd stood in stunned silence, their gazes fixed on Qin Wentian. They realized that his previous palm technique was at least a middle-tier, earth-grade innate technique, capable of unleashing overwhelming destructive power. Yi Xiang and his comrade had perished before they could even use their trump cards.

A solitary figure remained, his hair as dark as night. An eerie aura exuded from him, growing stronger with each passing moment. His blood surged within him, projecting an aura of absolute dominance, as if even kings and emperors would have to bow before him.

Though he was still young, the potential in him was staggering. As he matured in strength, the force behind his aura of absolute dominance would only intensify. The power of his bloodline limit clearly hailed from an extraordinary and exalted lineage.

Qian Mengyu and her comrades from the Greencloud Pavilion wore expressions of profound fascination. In her heart, Qian Mengyu admitted she had underestimated Qin Wentian's combat abilities.

Qin Wentian felt invigorated by the power of his bloodline limit, sensing the blood seal within him pulsating with energy. This power would infuse his attacks, taking their might to a higher level.

"What's the big deal if you obtained the Stellar Fruits? Are you all blind? Do you really think the Swallow Swordsmen will lead you to the celestial lake? Can't you see how many other experts are standing behind you?" Qin Wentian swept his gaze toward Yi Xiang's alliance. His words sent shivers down their spines as they turned to look behind, filled with apprehension.

"Without enough power, following others is no different than traveling alone. Only death awaits you at the end," Qin Wentian declared, his ancient halberd appearing in his hands, its tip striking the ground for emphasis.

"What audacious words. Mere empty bravado," Mu Baifei sneered at Qin Wentian's speech. He stood with his white robes billowing, sword Qi radiating from him, his eyes locked onto Qin Wentian.

"Take him down," Mu Baifei ordered, his contemptuous tone contrasting with his calm demeanor.

The two swordsmen from the Yan Continent nodded and summoned their Astral Souls. Together, they advanced on Qin Wentian, their sword fingers pointed at him.

Qin Wentian fixed a cold stare on the two Swallow Swordsmen, advancing steadily with the ancient halberd gripped firmly in his hands. With each step, his demonic aura surged, growing more potent by the moment. His eyes seemed like endless abysses, depths in which one could drown if they dared meet his gaze.

The pair of white-clad swordsmen thrust their sword-fingers forward, generating swirling torrents of sword Qi that sliced through the air, blossoming into countless filaments of radiant swordlight.

Qin Wentian's ancient halberd danced gracefully, conjuring an illusion of an unyielding Xuanwu Tortoise that stood resolute against the sword Qi.

"Hmph," the two Swallow Swordsmen sneered. With a flick of their fingers, two razor-sharp swords materialized above the defending phantom, descending to cleave the illusory Xuanwu Tortoise apart.

The blood seal within Qin Wentian quivered, his bloodline's power enhancing his innate techniques, bolstering the defense of the Xuanwu manifestation. He took another step, his aura colliding directly with their surging sword energy, pushing back against their assault.

The Swallow Swordsmen responded with indifference, advancing as well. Their sweeping sword-fingers infused even more strength into the radiant swordlight.

In that instant, Qin Wentian charged forward, thrusting his ancient halberd. The furious Xuanwu illusion roared as it surged forth, a torrent of crimson light enveloping the entire space, acting as a barrier against the relentless sword Qi. The ancient halberd transformed into a dazzling streak, shattering all obstructions in its path.

The two swordsmen withdrew their sword-fingers and unsheathed their physical swords for the first time. The silver gleam radiating from their blades was blinding, causing discomfort to those who gazed upon them.

Simultaneously, they slashed their swords, meeting Qin Wentian's incoming ancient halberd head-on. The power behind the halberd overwhelmed the torrents of sword Qi, causing them to yield before finally dissipating. The Swallow Swordsmen were forced backward, their expressions unsightly. Qin Wentian's attack contained immeasurable might.

Despite their momentary setback, the two Swallow Swordsmen swiftly regained their composure, their swords dancing with renewed vigor. The wavering sword Qi transformed into an even more formidable force as they morphed into twin streaks of light, hurtling towards Qin Wentian.

Glancing at Qin Wentian's ancient halberd, Mu Baifei recognized it as a divine weapon. The already powerful strikes of Qin Wentian became even more overwhelming with the augmentation of this divine relic.

Mu Baifei's figure flickered like the wind, and his sword emerged from its sheath with blinding speed. Though his strike followed the Swallow Swordsmen's, it arrived at the same moment as their attacks. Three sword strikes, originating from different angles, aimed to claim Qin Wentian's life.

Ouyang Kuangsheng sneered at Mu Baifei's intervention. Swallow Swordsmen were renowned for their offensive prowess, yet even with two of them, they were struggling against Qin Wentian. Now, with Mu Baifei joining the fray, there was no glory even if they emerged victorious.

Mu Baifei was aware of this, but since he had intervened, he was determined to kill Qin Wentian.

An intense sense of impending danger gripped Qin Wentian. He reacted swiftly, his ancient halberd weaving in a graceful dance, sweeping it horizontally to parry the attacks. Mu Baifei's sword position seemed distant but proved to be a mere illusion. Had Qin Wentian been a fraction slower, the sword would have pierced his throat.

Leveraging the force from the impact, Qin Wentian executed the Garuda Movement Steps to the fullest, his refined steps appearing extraordinarily elegant as he retreated. The swords of the two other assailants narrowly missed Qin Wentian, but the ferocious sword Qi from their strikes sliced toward his face, leaving a tingling sensation.

As he retreated, Qin Wentian gingerly touched his face, detecting traces of blood. "Swallow Swordsmen?" He tilted his head, gazing at his three attackers with a derisive smile. "They're nothing special."

His words left the onlookers in awe. Qin Wentian's power was evident, as he had managed to block a combined assault from Mu Baifei and the two Swallow Swordsmen.

Mu Baifei pointed his sword directly at Qin Wentian, retorting, "Is that so?"

As Mu Baifei's voice trailed off, the sword Qi emanating from him intensified.

Meanwhile, a group of individuals approached Mo Qingcheng, reasoning that as Qin Wentian's companion, she likely possessed some Stellar Fruits.

However, at that very moment, an enigmatic figure appeared in front of Mo Qingcheng. Draped in a black robe, her delicate and exquisite silhouette was captivating to the onlookers. She wore a pointed bamboo hat and a veil shrouding her features, revealing only a pair of exceptionally bright and clear eyes.

When the mysterious figure materialized, a cluster of similarly attired cultivators formed a protective barrier in front of Mo Qingcheng. Their actions indicated they were intentionally shielding her from harm.

With the exception of the mysterious figure, the faces of her comrades remained uncovered, displaying their striking beauty for all to see.

"Is the Mystic Moon Hall getting involved?" Mu Baifei's eyes glittered with curiosity as he assessed the situation. Mystic Moon Hall was known for its mystique and practiced a range of enigmatic and unusual innate techniques, predominantly associated with Yin energy. Consequently, most Mystic Moon Hall cultivators were female.

Mystic Moon Hall hailed from the Spirit Continent and was one of the nine transcendent powers.

Initially concerned for Mo Qingcheng, Qin Wentian breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing her protected by the Mystic Moon Hall members. Yet, he couldn't help but ponder their motives. Mo Qingcheng was from Chu and shouldn't have had prior contact with Mystic Moon Hall.

"She's from the Mystic Moon Hall?" Shiki from the Beast King Hall grew excited at the sight of Mo Qingcheng. Although her current appearance was veiled, he had once glimpsed her true features. Seeing the group of Mystic Moon Hall cultivators guarding her led him to deduce that she was undoubtedly one of the chosen disciples of Mystic Moon. This realization only heightened his desire.

"Hehe, ATTACK!" Shiki's voice sliced through the tense atmosphere, his command echoing coldly. In an instant, the Beast King Hall cultivators lunged forward, their presence shrouded in eerie demonic Qi.

"What a bunch of vile bastards," someone from the Mystic Moon Hall couldn't help but taunt. Most of the Beast King Hall cultivators were of beastmen lineage, and this remark ignited their fury as they clashed head-on with their counterparts from Mystic Moon Hall.

"You're mine," a sinister, lustful smile crept across Shiki's face as he hunched down on all fours, darting menacingly towards Mo Qingcheng. An icy determination flashed in Mo Qingcheng's eyes as she unleashed her Astral Souls. Despite her Yuanfu being suppressed, as a Yuanfu cultivator, she still held an advantage against those at the Arterial Circulation Realm.

Qin Wentian's gaze locked onto Shiki, his brows furrowing as a chilling determination flickered in his eyes. In his heart, he had already condemned Shiki to death.

Opening his mouth, Qin Wentian devoured a Stellar Fruit just as a wave of formidable sword Qi surged from the approaching Swallow Swordsmen.

"You still have a chance to stop this," Qin Wentian's voice was ice-cold as he spoke, his worry for Mo Qingcheng palpable.

"You must die here today," Mu Baifei replied with equal coldness. The three of them united to attack Qin Wentian. If he were to survive this, what would become of their reputation? How could they face their peers in the nine continents with any semblance of dignity?

Currently, they were all at the cusp of reaching the Yuanfu stage. In just another year or two, it would be their time to shine brightly among their generation.

"Since you're so eager to meet your end, I shall oblige." Qin Wentian slammed his ancient halberd into the ground, a tempestuous wave of sword Qi billowing forth from him.

To the astonishment of all, countless swords materialized from Astral Energy, surrounding Qin Wentian and shrouding him within their brilliance. The eerie hum of swords clashing filled the air as an overwhelming sword Qi radiated from him.