AGM 309 - Two Madmen
Chu Mang similarly exploded in rage when he heard Ouyang Ting's words. A terrifying aura gushed forth from him, what wrong had Fan Le done? Why did she want to chop off one of his arms?
As a raging wind billowed past, the two external Ouyang cultivators, as well as the third prince of Qiyun, Ye Mo, instantly moved towards Fan Le, surrounding him.
Qin Wentian and Chu Mang, both stood to the left and right side of Fan Le. The atmosphere in the training grounds was pervaded by a sense of heaviness.
But of course, to Ouyang Ting, the thought of a large-scale fight never crossed her mind.
During the times when she sparred with her opponents, she had never received such a fright before. And in her moment of anger, she wanted one of Fan Le's arms as compensation for the terror she felt. She didn't have any particular emotions towards her choice in punishment, and neither would she have a guilty heart. Because to her, this was merely a small matter.
"Are you okay?" Ouyang Ting's companions asked with concern. Ouyang Ting lightly shook her head and following which, her companions all looked towards Fan Le, radiating a cold, murderous intent.
"Miss Ting." A voice filled with power suddenly broke the heavy atmosphere. Ouyang Ting shifted her glance to Qin Wentian, who continued to speak, "You are the one that wanted your opponent to do their best. Please take back your earlier command, and apologize to my friend."
"Truly ridiculous, you want to use us as sparring partners, yet we cannot win? We can only lose?? With a mentality like that, you still dare to dream about getting stronger? If we were outside in the real world, you would have already died countless times." Qin Wentian's tone of voice was completely glacial. His words caused Ouyang Ting to glower unpleasantly at him. She then stated, "Sever the arms of this guy as well."
"You b*tch!" Chu Mang roared. Ouyang Ting's countenance turned green.
Being humiliated while in her own territory? This was a first.
"Kill him!" Ouyang Ting angrily cried. Qin Wentian's aura completely erupted forth, making no attempt to hide his power. He came to the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan for the purpose of paying a visit to his brother Ouyang Kuangsheng. Although he knew that it wouldn't be an easy task to meet him, but in such a huge clan, even their entry and exit was restricted. It was unlikely they would allow a 'random' stranger to meet one from the Ouyang direct line of descent.
But, they were good friends after all, and he wasn't sure of the relationship between Ouyang Kuangsheng and Ouyang Ting. Who knows, they might even be siblings. Hence, he didn't want to create unnecessary trouble and end up making things awkward for an old friend. Moreover, they just arrived at the Azure Continent, and he was in no hurry to leave so soon.
"I'm acquainted with Ouyang Kuangsheng. This is my last warning, I hope you take back your command and apologize," Qin Wentian coldly stated when he saw the crowd moving menacingly towards their direction. When she heard his words, Ouyang Ting's eyes once again became riveted onto Qin Wentian.
The advancing crowd also hesitated. Qin Wentian was acquainted with Ouyang Kuangsheng?
This fellow was probably making such a claim in hopes of saving his life. How laughable.
Due to Ouyang Kuangsheng's background and personality, he had few friends in the entire Azure Continent. Qin Wentian was so young, and the aura he exuded was merely at the fifth level of Yuanfu, and yet he said he was acquainted with Ouyang Kuangsheng? What a joke.
"Even if you really know him, the three of you still have to suffer the fires of my rage today. Do it," Ouyang Ting icily commanded. As the sound of her voice faded, her companions stepped forth, while the other cultivators near her crowded around as well. Upon seeing what was happening, the guards in this area started to move over and surround them too. In this scenario, Qin Wentian and the two others would find it hard to escape, even if they were given wings.
The strongest among the attackers was the young man who was bestowed the name 'Ouyang', he had a cultivation base at the seventh level of Yuanfu. The young lady had a cultivation at the sixth level; the third prince of Qiyun, fifth level. All of them had decent levels of strength.
Chu Mang brandished his gigantic axe, and with a howl of rage, he rushed towards the young man who had a cultivation base at the seventh level of Yuanfu.
Fan Le clashed against Ye Mo, while the young lady stabbed her short sword towards Qin Wentian.
What made them astonished was that the companions of Ouyang Ting didn't make a move at all. They merely stood there silently, watching the show. This caused the third prince Ye Mo's countenance to sink. Fan Le's combat prowess was exceptional, and as to why he acted, it was because he wanted to put up a good performance for Ouyang Ting. Yet he didn't expect that his supposed 'allies' would merely cross their arms and wait to watch the show.
The instant the young lady stabbed her sword over, an overwhelming demonic qi gushed forth from Qin Wentian's body. His eyes were closed, yet an instant later, the young lady felt a stabbing pain piercing her mind as a terrifying pressure shook from within.
Qin Wentian's will of the Mandate of Force erupted outwards as he sent a palm strike towards the short sword. Cold amusement flashed in the eyes of the female when she saw Qin Wentian's actions. Using his bare hands to block one of her sword attacks?
Even though Qin Wentian exuded a tyrannical aura, wasn't he overestimating himself a little too much?
In an instant, Qin Wentian's palm was coated with a layer of demonic qi, manifesting demonic scales that covered his entire palm.
The terrifying strength of the impact immediately flung the female through the air. Qin Wentian's cold gaze then turned upon the third prince Ye Mo, and with a flick of his fingers, a beam of sword light flew straight at him. Startled, Ye Mo was distracted by Qin Wentian's attack and didn't even notice the golden arrow fired by Fan Le. It instantly penetrated through his brain, directly slaying him from where he stood.
Qin Wentian turned around, his gaze now riveted on Ouyang Ting and her companions. As he took a step forwards, even the earth trembled at his might. Towering amounts of demonic qi soared upwards to the skies; his eyes reflected death. When Ouyang Ting felt the weight of his stare, even she involuntarily trembled as she felt a chill run through her heart.
"Your level of power isn't bad, indeed." The young man standing beside Ouyang Ting walked out. His cultivation was also at the seventh level of Yuanfu, and his eyes, when gazing upon Qin Wentian, was filled with contempt, as though he was looking at an ant.
"However, this farce ends now," the young man quietly remarked, and as the sound of his voice faded, the guards all rushed towards Qin Wentian's group.
"Bzzz." A pair of Garuda Wings abruptly formed behind Qin Wentian's back. His silhouette flickered as he vanished from view, dashing at lightning speed towards Ouyang Ting.
The young man laughed coldly as he maneuvered himself into Qin Wentian's path, intent on blocking him. His Astral Souls rumbled the void as a black swirling whirlpool of energy could be seen circulating in the palms of his hands.
Seeing how Qin Wentian continued to dash towards him, he snorted disdainfully as he blasted out with a black-colored palm imprint. That brutal, black-colored energy swirling around in his palms instantly exuded a menacing aura of destruction. It lacerated the air, slamming towards Qin Wentian.
The blood in Qin Wentian's body surged up as a crimson glow covered his palms; it seemed as though an ancient demon deep in slumber was in the midst of an awakening. Qin Wentian nonchalantly threw a palm imprint outwards, as a terrible roar echoed from the void-the roar of a dragon.
This dragon palm imprint was an innate technique he had comprehended on the Gazing-Dragon Mountain Rampart. With a single palm, a dragon imprint would manifest, even the demonic scales on his palm turned draconic the moment he unleashed this strike, covering his entire arm. This explosive might was further imbued with the power of Divine Energy that was used to channel this technique.
On the sidelines, the two Ouyang Clan ladies coldly laughed, that black-colored palm strike was known as the Heart Destruction Palm, it was sufficient to claim Qin Wentian's life.
At the point of impact, the dragon imprint withered slightly upon coming in contact with the opponent's destructive energy, yet still remained firm and strong. It overpowered the Heart Destruction Palm imprint and continued onwards, blasting towards the young man. The young man turned ashen as he hastily brought both his palms together in a defensive stance to block the attack. With an explosive boom, the body of the young man was unceremoniously catapulted through the air.
How terrifying was the explosive element in Qin Wentian's strike? Its power had already exceeded the limits of what a human was capable of at the fifth level of Yuanfu-it was on the level of a desolate beast. Even a cultivator at the seventh level of Yuanfu couldn't withstand a single strike.
"Shit." The expression on the guards' faces sank, while the two young ladies from the Ouyang Clan wore matching expressions of disbelief.
Ouyang Ting could feel her entire body turning cold. She rapidly retreated backward, yet Qin Wentian's ice-cold eyes bore right through into her mind. A beam of golden light erupted forwards from the center of Qin Wentian's brow, so resplendent that she had no choice but to close her eyes. When she opened them once more, she saw a silhouette enlarging itself by the second as it sped towards her.
"BOOM!" Qin Wentian's hands slammed into Ouyang Ting's throat, lifting her up in a choke-hold, slowly squeezing her life away. Ouyang Ting only felt her breath tightening as she paled. She could feel the shadow of death creeping closer to her with every second."STOP!" The surrounding people were outraged; there were so many experts present yet they allowed a cultivator at the fifth level of Yuanfu to capture Ouyang Ting. This was something unforgivable.
Naturally, no one would have expected that Qin Wentian would dare to behave so brazenly in the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan and not only that, this level of explosive strength wasn't something they expected someone at the fifth level of Yuanfu would possess.
Qin Wentian swept his gaze over to the crowd, as he coldly stated, "Get Ouyang Kuangsheng to come over."
"I'll go immediately." A young lady's silhouette flickered as she dashed away. At this moment, she had a strong feeling that Qin Wentian might really be acquainted with Ouyang Kuangsheng.
"Re...le...ase me first." Ouyang Ting choked, both her hands clawing helplessly at Qin Wentian's hands.
Qin Wentian glanced at her coldly before unceremoniously dragging her body with a single hand as he walked towards Fan Le.
"Let me help you if you don't know how to apologize." The coldness in Qin Wentian's voice penetrated the bone.
Ouyang Ting was directly forced to her knees. The sounds of her kneecaps slamming against the ground thundered out, with cracks seen on the surface of the ground as she knelt in front of Fan Le. This scene caused those in the surroundings to stare in incredulous disbelief, were they in a dream? This fellow was mad, he was a mad man.
He actually dared to force Ouyang Ting to kneel.
The two cultivators, who had brought Qin Wentian to the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan, turned as gray as ashes. No matter what happened to Qin Wentian, they would definitely not be able to escape responsibility.
"Do you understand what the hell you're doing?" Ouyang Ting turned her head with difficulty, glaring at Qin Wentian with hatred in her eyes.
"Miss Ouyang, if we weren't in the Ouyang Aristocrat Clan right now, you would already be dead," Qin Wentian coldly replied. Qin Wentian wasn't a barbarian, but he knew that people like Ouyang Ting could never be convinced by logic, ever. Power was the most effective way to talk to these people.
Such a commotion swiftly caused several experts to arrive at the training ground. Initially, there hadn't been too many experts stationed here, since after all, no one would have expected that such a thing would occur in their own Ouyang territory.
These experts stood in the air, their gazes like the edge of a blade, directly staring at Qin Wentian.
"Release her." barked an extraordinarily handsome young man clad in white.
"Young man, do you understand what you're doing?" A voice drifted over from afar as an old man arrived at the training ground. Just a single glance from him was sufficient for Qin Wentian to feel great pressure.
"My friend accompanied Ouyang Ting in her sparring practice. After he was victorious, Ouyang Ting actually wanted to chop off one of his arms. I wanted her to apologize, yet she wanted to sever my arms as well. How does Ouyang Ting view us? As slaves or playthings for her to break at will? Senior, tell me, what would you do if you were in my shoes?" Qin Wentian gazed at the old man silently, awaiting his response. That old man unhappily cast a glance at Ouyang Ting. Such behavior was indeed too excessive.
A defeat meant a defeat, yet she actually wanted to chop off someone's arms just because she lost?
"Even your lives would have been a small price to pay, let alone an arm." A cold intent radiated from the white-clad young man.
"It seems like this kneel, was too light." Qin Wentian calmly turned his gaze onto the young man in the air, then shoved his palms forward with violent force, slamming Ouyang Ting's forehead onto the ground. An instant later, a terrifying baleful aura gushed out from the white-clad young man, he looked like he wanted nothing more than to tear Qin Wentian apart from where he stood.
"If the arm of my bro really got slashed off, even having ten lives would be insufficient payment," Qin Wentian stated. His features were calm and composed, radiating a feeling of utter confidence.
"Well said." Yet another silhouette whistled through the air, his words causing the hearts of those present to pound madly. Which madman dared to speak out such a statement? Wasn't he courting death?
Yet, when they ascertained the identity of the speaker, they immediately froze in alarm. What was going on?
They saw a young man clad in blue, with his hair fluttering in the wind. He swept his gaze coldly through the crowd, including that old man from earlier. "I've already been informed of this matter. With her temperament and that despicable display of conduct, Ouyang Ting is not fit to belong in my Ouyang Clan. Her behavior today was atrocious and has shamed our illustrious name. I strongly recommend that the clan break off all relations with her and toss out this piece of garbage."
The arrogant voice fairly reverberated throughout the surrounding space, his words causing the crowd to perspire madly from fear. There wasn't only one madman present today!