The instant Wang Cong’s heart was pierced, the immense penetrating force hurled him backwards. Blood sprayed several zhang high from his chest. In the next second he dropped to one knee, his face ashen, coughing blood without pause.
“Second Holy Son of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground, heh. Nothing more than this.”
Chen Tianming’s face was full of cold mockery. As he spoke, he reached out with five fingers. Powerful sword qi surged once more from his palm and slashed towards Wang Cong.
Wang Cong was flung back dozens of zhang again. Another shocking blood wound appeared on his body. He still held the posture of kneeling on one knee.
Not far away, Qi Tian’s expression shifted slightly.
He could tell that it was not Wang Cong who was too weak, but Chen Tianming who was too strong.
By this point Wang Cong was already wounded, yet Chen Tianming had not even drawn his sword.
If Chen Tianming drew his sword, what kind of power would it unleash?
Chen Tianming strode towards Wang Cong, killing intent at the corners of his mouth. As he walked he said, “I warned you long ago to go back and bring your elder brother. You refused to listen. Since that is the case, I have no choice but to send you on your way.”
Wang Cong’s face was grim. He had not expected to suffer injury so quickly at Chen Tianming’s hands.
As the second Holy Son of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground and an unparalleled genius of the Wang family, raging fury now burned in Wang Cong’s heart.
“Chen Tianming, you are far too arrogant. Today, even if it costs me my life, I will drag you down with me.”
Boom!
Wang Cong rose from the ground, mobilising all the power in his body. Gazing at the approaching Chen Tianming, he roared, “Summon the Holy Spirit!”
In that instant divine light surged across Wang Cong’s body. Behind him appeared a golden figure.
The figure stood a hundred zhang tall, shrouded in intense golden radiance. Though its features were unclear, it was divinely martial and extraordinary, like a saint stepping out from the ancient river of time.
At once heaven and earth trembled.
A mighty aura spread from the figure, rumbling loudly and deafening the ears.
“No matter what methods you employ, in my eyes you will always be trash.”
Chen Tianming’s face was full of disdain. His white robes fluttered though there was no wind, his bearing transcendent.
Immediately after, Chen Tianming formed seals with both hands before him. In the next moment ninety-nine sword qis burst from the crown of his head, piercing straight into the vault of heaven.
Each sword qi resembled a colossal pillar that held up the sky and propped the earth, its might utterly terrifying.
This sight stunned the disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground.
“What sword art is this?”
“How can it be so fearsome?”
“I feel it is even stronger than the Holy Spirit summoned by the Holy Son.”
“No wonder this Chen Tianming is so arrogant. He truly has the capital for it.”
“The Holy Son has met a powerful foe.”
“…”
Qi Tian narrowed his eyes, his expression growing solemn.
“It seems Master was right. Chen Tianming’s potential is boundless. If he is not eliminated soon, he will surely become a grave threat in future.”
Killing intent rose in Qi Tian.
Ye Qiu and the Long-Browed True Person exchanged a glance. Each saw solemnity in the other’s eyes.
Clearly, Chen Tianming’s techniques had shocked them too.
“Boom!”
The ninety-nine heaven-piercing sword qis, like toppling mountains, pressed down together upon Wang Cong, as though the firmament itself were collapsing.
Victory and defeat were decided in an instant.
“Pfft!”
The enormous figure behind Wang Cong disintegrated at once.
As for Wang Cong himself, the sword qis crushed him until he spat blood and flew backwards. This time his injuries were grievous. Almost every bone in his body was pulverised. He lay on the ground, blood pouring ceaselessly from his mouth.
“Holy Son…”
Seeing this, the disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground felt ice-cold through their bodies, terror gripping their hearts.
Among all who had entered the Dragon Burial Lair from the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground this time, Wang Cong possessed the highest cultivation. Now that he could not overcome Chen Tianming, it meant every one of them was in mortal danger.
It was highly likely they would all perish.
“Wang Cong, to die by my hand should be an honour for you.”
Chen Tianming showed no mercy whatsoever. As his words fell he continued his assault on Wang Cong.
While attacking he added, “Rest assured, you will not be lonely on the road to the Yellow Springs.”
“After I kill you, I shall slaughter the remaining disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground.”
“And send them down to keep you company.”
Wang Cong said nothing. His face was dark as still water. He stared at the approaching Chen Tianming, his eyes filled with bone-deep killing intent and hatred. His right hand was clenched tightly behind his back. A ferocious smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
As a member of the Wang family and the second Holy Son of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground, he still possessed an ultimate trump card.
Just as Wang Cong prepared to deploy that ultimate trump card and perish together with Chen Tianming, a figure suddenly stepped between them.
That person was Qi Tian.
Chen Tianming halted. Looking at Qi Tian he smiled and said, “What, are you also impatient to die?”
Qi Tian regarded Chen Tianming with icy indifference and said coldly, “Chen Tianming, you may be arrogant before others, but I advise you not to be arrogant before me.”
“Take care, or I shall make you die without even ashes left.”
Chen Tianming laughed loudly. “Such bold words!”
“Qi Tian, let me tell you this. Give me another thousand years and I am confident I can suppress the Wuji Heavenly Venerable. Do you believe me?”
“Insolence!” Qi Tian shouted. “How dare you speak my Master’s revered name? Do you seek death?”
Chen Tianming said impatiently, “Enough. Stop your prattling. If you wish to kill me, come ahead. I shall cleave your corpse with one sword.”
Hmph!
Qi Tian gave a heavy cold snort and stepped forward, strolling as though in his own courtyard.
Ye Qiu’s gaze grew profound.
He noticed that although Qi Tian’s steps were unhurried and seemed perfectly ordinary, an indefinable aura flowed across his body, as if he had fused with the great dao of heaven and earth, giving others a sense of boundless depth.
“Chen Tianming, draw your sword. Otherwise you will not be able to withstand me.”
Qi Tian’s expression was composed, his tone full of confidence.
Chen Tianming felt no fear at all and replied, “I do not draw my sword lightly. Whether you can force me to draw it depends on your ability.”
Dong!
Qi Tian brought one foot down. At once dense yin and yang qi circulated across his body.
Moreover, battle intent soared from him into the heavens. He was like a war god, divine might unmatched.
If the earlier Qi Tian had given an impression of profound unfathomability, the present Qi Tian gave the impression of being utterly unconquerable.
“Putting on mysterious airs. Trying to frighten whom?”
As Chen Tianming spoke, a violent sonic boom erupted. In the next instant his fist appeared before Qi Tian.
It was a pair of golden fists, covered in dense golden light like a dazzling blazing sun, filled with boundless domineering aura.
“Heaven and Earth Tyrant Fist?”
At the sight of Chen Tianming’s fist technique, the disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground stared at one another, their faces as though they had seen ghosts.
“How is this possible?” Wang Cong’s pupils contracted sharply.
Everyone knew that the Heaven and Earth Tyrant Fist was a secret art not transmitted outside the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground. Only core disciples could cultivate it. Wang Cong racked his brains but could not fathom how Chen Tianming had learned the Heaven and Earth Tyrant Fist.
Yet the person most shocked at the scene was none other than Ye Qiu.
