The Ancient Godly Monarch

Chapter 24: A Cold Heart

Qin Residence has a total of four gates — North Gate, South Gate, East Gate, and West Gate. With Qin Wu captured and the Qin Residence on fire, members of the Qin clan constantly walked out of the four entrances in an attempt to escape. Other than Qin Chuan, who was facing the enemy forces at the East Gate, there were troops mobilized at the South and North Gates to help break through the cages set by their enemies, he said, allowing some members of the Qin Clan to escape. As for the more important members of the Qin Clan, they were all gathered at the West Gate.

"Quick." Urge Qin He when he sees Qin Wentian and Qin Yao running towards him. With Qin He urging them, Qin Wentian and Qin Yao stepped on the ground and jumped in the air, landing on the back of a war horse already prepared for them.

"Go." Qin He led the horses forward. As they rushed out, a group of defenders appeared in front of their entourage, completing the horn bow on their backs, the spear in their right hand, and the sword on the left side of their saddle. They are ready to engage in battle using different weapons according to the specified situation.

Rumbling sounds rang out, causing the earth to tremble with gallops from the soldiers. Qin Wentian turned his head, putting on a steel face. However, he was unable to prevent tears from gleaming from his face as he glanced at the place he had lived for over ten years. This, his vow, was his last tear. Today is the last day of the year. After the year had passed, he would actually be considered to be sixteen years old and from then on became Jiang Hu's person. As Jiang Hu's person, he was only allowed to spill blood, and not cry ……

A cold wind blew past his cheeks, carrying a sense of melancholy. Qin Wentian and the others crazily rode their troops westward, only to see the bodies of many figures suddenly emerging from both sides of the luxurious road. Upon seeing the faces of those figures, the members of the Qin Clan all revealed expressions of intense anger.

Those present included the old man from the Ye Clan, Ye Mo, Ye Lang, and also the leader of the Bai Clan — Bai Qingsong. Clearly, the Bai Clan had joined the siege of the troops surrounding the Qin Residence. These wolf-feathered sheep are wolves that are carried by their own hands!

The defenders had no intention of stopping, gripping their spears tightly as they rode on their warhorses. They pulled the bull horn bow from their backs in an instant, placing three arrows on the bowstring, ready to fire. The arrows rattled consecutively, and astral light trailed the arrows they shot out, emitting a terrifying whistling sound that struck fear in the hearts of many people, especially from the arrows fired by the defenders in front.

"Please, Please, Please ..." Simultaneously with lightning, arrow after arrow accurately and cleanly pierced through the throats of their enemies. Not only that, the arrows still retained their strength after penetrating, continuing to fly forwards.

"Kill it!" Qin He coldly ordered. He knew that the defenders were absolute elites in terms of strength, and there were even people who were at the Yuanfu level, capable of clashing directly against Ye Mo.

Riding a war horse, Qin Wentian took out a long spear from his back, grasping it with his right hand. The spear felt like an extension of his arm as he circulated the Astral Energy within his body, infusing the spear with it.

Fresh blood spurted out like a fountain in the air in front of him, appearing even more brilliant and beautiful under the shining sun. Qin He and Qin Ye had released their Astral Souls and were fighting together alongside the defenders against Ye Lang's forces. A rider filled with killing intent ran forward on his warhorse towards Qin Wentian.

The long spear sharply pierced Qin Wentian's throat in a quick, accurate, and firm manner. The wind caused by the movement of the spear, surging with killing intent, struck Qin Wentian's body, but at this moment, Qin Wentian did not feel panicked, just a terrifying calmness. Suddenly, when his eyes shone with Astral Light, he charged out with the spear in his hand, using the tip of his pointy spear to collide with his opponent.

"Dude." A terrifying surge of energy greatly shook his opponent's arm, causing him to drop his spear with a clatter. But before the spear fell from his opponent's hand, Qin Wentian's long spear, like a hot knife through butter, was grinded on the side of his opponent's spear, which still fell in the middle of the road. Using an additional cushion as an additional support, he pointed his spear upwards and directly stabbed the tip of the spear into his opponent's throat. The Qin Wentian warhorse continued to advance steadily. Using a burst of strength, he instantly fired a spear cleanly through his opponent's throat before catching it again. The tip of the spear gleamed with fresh blood, shining with a strange light.

Somewhere in the distance, Ye Lang's sharp claws were pierced into the head of a defender inside Qin Wentian's line of sight. When he smashed his head with terrifying strength, the defender fell off his warhorse with his brain cut off and there was no hope of survival. Ye Lang's eyes were filled with a wild and unrestrained aura as he looked at Qin Wentian with disdain. His lips curved up slightly ominously as if he was provoking Qin Wentian into a duel.

"Next year, this day will be marked as the anniversary of the extermination of the Qin Clan, and for Qin Wu and Qin Chuan, respectively, they would be branded as traitors to the country and executed in the Royal Capital with millions of eyes watching them," Ye Lang coldly stated, and as he did so, he pointed his finger at Qin Yao, who was the one who was the only one in the kingdom, who was fighting with someone nearby. "And for this woman, don't kill her. I want to enjoy it slowly tonight. "

Qin Yao was distracted for a moment, and due to anger and humiliation, she was barely conscious by her opponent.

Qin Wentian coldly looked at Ye Lang as he turned his warhorse over, quickly running away.

"Running away?" The corner of Ye Lang's mouth curled up in disdain; today, they had set up an inescapable net for the Qin Clan, which they were, and since the younger members of the Qin Clan had chosen to come his way, how could he still let them go with their lives?

Ye Lang sat astride his war horse, frantically galloping after Qin Wentian. “Nothing bothers me; his life is mine to take. "

As the myriad inns lining up on both sides of the street observed the battle, they felt a shock in their hearts.

"That guy was Qin Wentian of the Qin Clan, right? People called him trash in the past, but to think that during the examination day, his true prowess shocked everyone, revealing his terrifying talent. His combat prowess should be extremely strong as well. "

"Certainly? The one who was chasing him was Ye Lang. Other than the genius of the Ye Clan from the Royal Capital, he was also an Asura Wu disciple. Qin Wentian had just started the path of death. "

As the crowd discussed their thoughts, both Qin Wentian and Ye Lang had already dashed towards the end of the road. This place was spacious and suitable for battle, and as long as one stood in a favorable place, the entire path would be visible to them. At this moment, under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Qin Wentian stopped his war horse. He turned around and directly faced Ye Lang, who was galloping after him.

"Young". A buzzing sound rang out as Qin Wentian's long spear appeared in his hand. Restrained on his horse with a glint of steel in his eyes, he rushed forward towards Ye Lang, who was fiercely galloping towards him. The target was not Ye Lang, but rather the war horse he was riding! With the speed and inertia of the war horse, how could he dodge Qin Wentian's spear attack at close range?

Moreover, the Astral Soul Ye Lang had condensed from the Demon Wolf Constellation— the power of jumping from wolves was already strong to begin with. The current Ye Lang, similar to the demon wolf, lunged at Qin Wentian with its sharp claws extending out, emitting a terrifying surge of pressure and a terrifying aura.

Unable to exert his full strength on his war horse, Qin Wentian kicked the saddle as he tipped back. Ye Lang's claws descended into the air, piercing through the skull of a war horse and killing it with a single strike. Ye Lang quickly landed on the ground, directly facing towards Qin Wentian.

Ye Lang licked a portion of the horse's blood that splashed to the corner of his lips. He looked at Qin Wentian, as if Qin Wentian was dead.

"Usually, those at level 9 of the Refinement Body Realm would have the strength of 81 bulls. Ye Lang, other than being at the peak of the Body Refinement Realm, was, it could actually produce an incredible level of strength of over 100 bulls by combining the enhancing effects of his Astral Soul and the attack techniques he used. ”Despite this, Qin Wentian was very calm. Since he had already managed to lure Ye Lang here, there was no way he would still give Ye Lang a chance to survive.

Nine silver needles appeared in Qin Wentian's hands. Without hesitation, he accurately pierced the needles into the nine acupuncture points on his own body. Instantly, he could feel his potential endlessly being pulled out. The feeling of boundless power flooding into his body was so refreshing that he involuntarily let out a low roar.

Qin Wentian was already fully proficient in the needle acupuncture technique taught to him by Uncle Black, but he had never used the needle acupuncture technique that triggered this potential before, he said, there will be some side effects after using it. However, he had no choice but to do so this time to kill the person standing in front of him!

"Unfortunately, you won't live to see the destruction of the Qin Clan as well as the scene of me caressing your sister, Qin Yao." Ye Lang grinned evilly as he rushed forward, releasing his Demonic Astral Soul Wolf with no intention to show mercy. Ye Lang planned to use the most brutal and violent method he had to kill Qin Wentian, showing no quarters at all.

The same was true for Qin Wentian, who had confidence in his abilities. He had no intention of going easy on his opponent at all.

Looking at the rapidly approaching Ye Lang, Qin Wentian released his Heavenly Hammer Astral Soul. The golden halo shone with a dazzling and resplendent light, causing the distant spectators on the horizon to shout in shock. This was a battle between Stellar Martial Cultivators!

"The buzz!" A cruel shadow emerged from Ye Lang's body. To the spectators, it was as if they had seen a sinister black-colored demon wolf heading towards Qin Wentian at such a rapid speed that it could be compared to lightning, stealing the breath of the entire crowd.

Qin Wentian was currently calm, so calm to the point where it was terrifying. His sharp intuition had already sensed Ye Lang swiftly approaching him with a burst of cold aura so powerful that it seemed to be almost capable of breaking him to pieces. Qin Wentian moved slightly in a spiral; once his body started moving, his astral soul flickered, and his arm, which was akin to a heavenly hammer, exploded explosively, metamorphosing into a terrifying dragon image. The Heavenly Hammer Astral Soul seemed to resonate along with the movements of the Dragon Subduing Fist, interweaving together as one and emitting a terrifying pressure.

"The Heavenly Wolf Claw!"

Ye Lang's attack contained an incredible explosive force, and its sharp claws were capable of cutting through large rocks and even small hills. How could a body made of flesh and blood be able to withstand it?

"The Draconic Roar of the Nine Heavens!"

This was the second time the two of them clashed, both of them using their ultimate moves. A thunderous roar rang out as Qin Wentian felt his fists being torn apart, while Ye Lang felt a surge of power, which contained an extremely tyrannical energy, move from his claws all the way to his arms. The tremors caused by the tyrannical energy were so intense that it felt as if his arm would be crushed at any moment. Not only that, his energy even managed to enter his body.

"explosion!"

That tyrannical energy trembled within Ye Lang's body, and its impact caused him to float through the air before landing violently on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

After his breakthrough, Qin Wentian had obtained another level of strength. At level 7 of the Body Repair Realm, a normal cultivator would have a strength level of 49 bulls. As for Qin Wentian, he summed up the Astral Soul of the 5th Heavenly Layer, in addition to his innate technique of — Dragon Bending Fists. Coupled with the fact that his potential was constantly being pulled out by his needle technique, this attack of his contained an unimaginable amount of power that was far more frightening than what people expected.

The attacks from his exhaustion were only half of his total strength. Unlike in the past, he did not exhaust all of his strength in this attack, as it would greatly affect his combat ability. But even so, just one strike that contained half of his strength was enough to seriously injure Ye Lang.

After all, Ye Lang was similar to most martial cultivators; before he condensed his Astral Soul, he had already absorbed a lot of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi and trained as a Martial Cultivator. As a result, he could not be mentioned in the same breath as Qin Wentian, whether in terms of the perfection of his body or the enhancement effects of his Astral Soul.

Clearly, Qin Wentian was not affected by this exchange. He had to take a few steps back before he could regain his standing. But soon after, Qin Wentian leaped forward like a ferocious beast, running wildly towards Ye Lang.

Ye Lang's face froze, his expression growing colder. Soon, he jumped. Qin Wentian's extremely ruthless fist let out a pressure as heavy as a huge mountain, not even the nimble Ye Lang had time to dodge. Instead, Ye Lang could only choose to come face to face, clashing directly with Qin Wentian.

"Bang!" Suddenly, under the impact of the collision, Ye Lang was sent hovering in the air once more. This was the second time he had been injured so seriously to the point where his Qi and blood surged uncontrollably in his body, causing him to continuously spew blood. His face turned pale without blood, but when he raised his head, he only saw a pair of eyes filled with enormous killing intent staring back at him. For the first time in his life, Ye Lang felt a shadow of death looming over him, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably from fear. His heart became cold.