Qi Tian thought of this and felt so joyful that he almost wanted to burst out laughing. However, at that very moment, an unexpected turn of events occurred.
“Swish, swish, swish!”
Dozens of figures swiftly charged up from the foot of the mountain. They were all disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground.
Their momentum was overwhelming. As they rushed towards the scene, they shouted loudly.
“Chen Tianming, your doom has come!”
“Chen Tianming, I will grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes, casting you into the eighteen layers of hell!”
“Chen Tianming, you will pay blood for blood!”
“…”
Qi Tian and Ye Qiu immediately understood. These people from the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground were seething with murderous intent. Clearly, they had come to avenge their fallen fellow disciples.
Chen Tianming, however, was unaware of Chen Fan’s actions. Seeing this scene, he was somewhat bewildered.
He could not comprehend why these people from the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground seemed desperate to tear him apart.
In particular, the expressions on the faces of those disciples looked as though they wanted to drink his blood, flay his tendons, and devour his flesh.
“Bloody hell, what’s wrong with this bunch of lunatics? What’s got into them?”
Chen Tianming was utterly baffled.
Still, he felt no fear.
“A mob of rabble. Not worth a single blow.”
Chen Tianming did not take this group from the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground seriously at all. He declared arrogantly.
“Kill!” One disciple of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground clenched his fists and charged at Chen Tianming.
Boom.
Chen Tianming brought down a palm strike, instantly smashing that disciple into a pulp of flesh.
“Trash.”
Chen Tianming looked coldly at Wang Cong and the other disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground. He said provocatively, “All of you come at me together. Killing one or killing two makes no difference. Do not waste my time.”
At these words, the group from the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground flew into a rage.
“Kill!”
“Everyone attack together. Take him down.”
“He is only one person. No matter how strong he is, he cannot withstand so many of us. Let us all charge and chop him to pieces.”
“…”
The disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground were all provoked by Chen Tianming’s arrogance and could no longer hold back.
“Stand down. You are no match for him,” Wang Cong said gravely.
“Holy Son, we…”
“Stand down!” Wang Cong barked again.
Only then did the disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground retreat to one side. Fang Tianming spotted Ye Qiu and a trace of gratitude flickered in his eyes.
“Chen Tianming, I alone am enough to kill you.”
As Wang Cong finished speaking, he attacked.
Boom!
Wang Cong opened with the Heaven and Earth Tyrant Fist.
He was like an erupting volcano. Ferocious, unrivalled power poured forth from his fists.
In an instant, golden fist imprints danced through the air, their might terrifying.
“Petty tricks.” Chen Tianming sneered disdainfully. He spread his five fingers and reached forward.
At once, brilliant light flashed in his palm. A powerful sword qi shot out.
“Shoo!”
This sword qi was not only incomparably sharp but also contained horrifying power. It met Wang Cong’s fist imprint head-on, striking like divine iron and sparking a long trail of sparks.
“Dong, dong, dong…”
Wang Cong was forced back more than ten steps. He stared at Chen Tianming in shock and disbelief.
“What?” Seeing Wang Cong repelled, the disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground were also stunned.
In their view, although Wang Cong was only the second Holy Son of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground and inferior to Wang Chong, he still possessed peak Transcendent realm cultivation and should have been able to fight Chen Tianming.
Yet unexpectedly, in their first exchange, Wang Cong had been driven back.
Wang Cong’s expression darkened. He stared at Chen Tianming opposite him and said coldly, “No wonder you are so arrogant. You do have some ability.”
“Enough nonsense.” Chen Tianming’s hands rapidly formed seals in front of him.
“Clang!”
Suddenly, a heaven-shaking sword cry rang out, piercing everyone’s eardrums painfully. Hundreds of sword intents appeared around Chen Tianming.
Each sword intent stretched dozens of zhang in length, like towering pillars reaching the sky, radiating matchless sharpness.
Then, the hundreds of sword intents condensed into a single sword intent, forming a peerless strike that slashed towards Wang Cong.
Ye Qiu was somewhat surprised. The move Chen Tianming had just used was very similar to his own life-slaughter technique.
“Hmph, do you think I fear you?” Seeing Chen Tianming attack, Wang Cong roared. With so many people watching, he refused to dodge, for that would be too humiliating.
After all, he was not only the second Holy Son of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground but also a genius of the Wang family.
If he dodged directly, would that not make others think he was inferior to Chen Tianming?
Moreover, with Chen Tianming’s personality, he would only grow more arrogant and mock him verbally.
Wang Cong desperately urged on the Heaven and Earth Tyrant Fist. In an instant, golden light blazed from his body, making him resemble an immortal king lording over the world. His fists blasted outwards.
At once, boundless divine light erupted from his fists, covering the sky and earth.
“Boom!”
Wang Cong forcibly blocked Chen Tianming’s sword qi.
Thereafter, Wang Cong continued punching relentlessly.
Every fist carried tremendous power, as if the firmament were falling or the Milky Way of the nine heavens were pouring down, creating an immense spectacle.
At this moment, Wang Cong unleashed unrivalled battle prowess. Golden light shone brilliantly from his body, making him look like an invincible war god.
Ye Qiu and the Long-Browed True Person watched this scene and sighed inwardly with admiration. Truly worthy of being a Holy Son of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground. He was no ordinary figure.
On the other side, however, Chen Tianming remained calm and composed. Ignoring Wang Cong’s fists, he waved his right hand, sending countless sword qis slicing through the sky.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The two fought fiercely.
The surrounding area descended into chaos.
Even the ground was covered in countless cracks that spread rapidly, forming deep, bottomless ravines.
The other disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground hurriedly retreated.
Ye Qiu prepared to withdraw as well, but suddenly a layer of divine light emanated from Qi Tian’s body, enveloping him and the Long-Browed True Person. Instantly, no pressure could approach them.
“Thank you, Senior Brother,” Ye Qiu said gratefully.
Qi Tian smiled faintly and said nothing.
On the battlefield.
“Wang Cong, you are no match for me.”
“Take my advice. Go back and fetch your elder brother!”
“That way, you can live a little longer. Otherwise, you will die very soon.”
Chen Tianming spoke while continuing his attacks.
Ye Qiu noticed that Chen Tianming’s expression was relaxed. Clearly, he had not yet unleashed his full power.
“Chen Tianming, do not be so insolent.”
Each of Wang Cong’s punches carried terrifying might. He pressed forward fearlessly, his fist imprints shaking heaven and earth, utterly domineering.
Yet Chen Tianming’s methods were even more fearsome.
With a wave of his palm, vast sword qi whistled forth, directly shattering all of Wang Cong’s fists.
“With just this level of skill you dare to challenge me? You truly court death. Since you are so eager to die, I shall oblige you.”
As Chen Tianming’s words fell, he struck forward with a palm.
“Boom!”
At once, a terrifying divine power appeared in his palm.
Just as this divine power neared Wang Cong, it suddenly transformed into a peerless sword qi, swift as lightning. It broke through all of Wang Cong’s defences in an instant and pierced straight through his heart.
