Chapter 25

Ye Lang clearly did not anticipate that Qin Wentian's strength would suddenly become so terrifying. Otherwise, he would not have chosen to fight Qin Wentian in such a direct manner. But once a step was taken wrong, regret was useless. Qin Wentian once again charged at him.

"Hum." Ye Lang's star soul erupted wildly, transforming him into a demonic wolf. He crawled on the ground with his hands, like a beast, using all his remaining strength to flee. Even though he suffered severe injuries, the speed he displayed at this moment still made people feel shocked, as if he were a phantom.

"Master." In the distance, the strong men of the Ye family saw the scene and their faces turned pale, especially Ye Lang's guards, who charged over in a frenzy.

"Stop them." Qin Ye roared, his body lunging forward like a leopard, directly knocking a man off his warhorse. At the same time, several martial guards' arrows shot through the air, pinning one man to the ground.

The ground trembled as Qin Wentian charged at Ye Lang, his slightly lean figure now like a hurricane, fast enough to make one's heart tremble.

"So fast." The people of the Qin family were shaken. They remembered that this once forgotten, silent youth had never stopped his running training in the early mornings, rain or shine.

As Qin Wentian charged, he pulled out the long spear embedded in Ye Lang's warhorse's head. His sharp eyes focused on the fleeing back, and he suddenly let out an angry roar, as if releasing all his anger in this one spear thrust. The long spear tore through the air, piercing toward the fleeing Ye Lang, sharper and faster than an arrow.

"Be careful." Ye Mo shouted from ahead. Ye Lang seemed to sense the danger, and his body suddenly leaped, lunging toward the distance.

"Thud!"

With a crisp sound, the long spear, which was aimed at Ye Lang's head, pierced through his leg and pinned it to the ground, causing Ye Lang to let out a fierce howl.

A cold wind blew, and in this brief moment, Qin Wentian had already reached Ye Lang's side. He lifted his foot and stomped on Ye Lang's back, the force causing Ye Lang to spit out blood.

The space fell silent at this moment, and the fighting crowd stopped, their eyes fixed on the scene.

They saw the youth's eyes filled with a cold flame, pulling the long spear out of Ye Lang's leg and flipping him over. In Ye Lang's eyes, there was a fear of death, something he had never imagined.

The people of the Ye family seemed to stop breathing. If Ye Lang died, his guards would have to be sacrificed as well.

"Qin Wentian, if you dare to thrust the spear, the hell on earth will await you." Ye Mo looked at Qin Wentian, his voice icy.

Qin Wentian raised his head and glanced at Ye Mo, a cold smile on his lips, his eyes full of disdain and mockery.

Lowering his head again, he stared at Ye Lang on the ground and said coldly, "I said I would kill you."

"If you dare to touch me, you will die a miserable death." Ye Lang's eyes still showed a beast-like nature, staring at Qin Wentian and threatening him.

"Qin Wentian, if Ye Lang dies, your Qin family will not be able to bear the wrath of the Ye family." Ye Mo added pressure, still maintaining their arrogance even at this moment.

"Remember, Ye Lang will not be the first." Qin Wentian's cold words fell, and the long spear in his hand suddenly shot downward with a whistling sound. The spear pierced through Ye Lang's head and pinned it to the ground, blood splattering. Ye Lang's eyes remained open, as if he could not believe he would die.

The crowd in the distance was stunned, their chests heaving. They finally understood that Qin Wentian's initial charge was not to escape but to lure his prey, Ye Lang, giving him no chance to escape.

"Good kill." Qin Ye roared, Qin Wentian's spear thrust was very satisfying.

"Come and kill me. If I don't die today, I will be your Ye family's nightmare." Qin Wentian pointed his spear at Ye Mo and said coldly, then turned and charged into an alley.

Ye Mo stepped forward, leaping into the air, but the martial guards of the Yuan Mansion directly blocked his path. Qin Wentian wanted to lure the Ye family to chase him, giving the people of the Qin family a chance to escape. However, he could not let the air-flying Yuan Mansion experts chase Qin Wentian.

"Kill Qin Wentian." Ye Mo said coldly, and the people of the Ye family charged out, pursuing Qin Wentian. If Ye Lang was killed and the murderer escaped, they could not bear the wrath of the Ye family.

Bai Qingsong's shock did not subside. The once smiling youth had revealed the iron-blooded spirit of the Qin family. His eyes made Bai Qingsong feel a bit afraid, and deep in his heart, there was a faint regret, but that regret was instantly drowned by reason. The most important thing now was to destroy the Qin family and kill Qin Wentian, not letting the Qin family rise again.

Many people from the Ye family and the Bai family pursued Qin Wentian, reducing the pressure on the Qin family. Qin He said, "Everyone retreat, go to the Star River Guild."

"But what about Wentian?" Qin Yao showed a worried look.

"Don't let Wentian's intentions go to waste. I will find him. Qin Ye, this place is yours." Qin He shouted and then charged in the direction Qin Wentian had gone.

Qin Ye's eyes turned red, and he roared, "Retreat."

When the people of the Ye family rushed into the street where Qin Wentian had disappeared, there was no sign of him. Given Qin Wentian's familiarity with Tianyong City, he would not take a straight path to be chased.

"Split up at the forks. We must find him, dead or alive." The pursuers rushed into the street, and at each fork, two people split off to pursue. Otherwise, it would be difficult to find Qin Wentian, who was deliberately hiding.

This street was one of the most bustling in Tianyong City, with many forks and alleys, unsuitable for riding horses. Some riders dismounted and walked.

At this moment, Qin Wentian was hiding in a deserted alley at the end of the street, a star meteorite in his hand, drawing power from it, even neglecting to refine it with his star soul. He urgently needed to replenish his strength.

"Here." A voice reached Qin Wentian's ears, making him tense up. Footsteps followed, and Qin Wentian's body tensed. In the next moment, two figures passed by him, but they stopped almost immediately, as if sensing his presence.

"Hum!" Qin Wentian, like an arrow from a bow or a fierce leopard, suddenly thrust his spear forward. The spear, like a dragon, carried a terrifying dragon roar, integrating the Dragon Subduing Fist into the spear, making it overwhelmingly powerful.

"Thud." One figure turned around and saw the spear that could not be avoided, instantly piercing his throat, as swift as lightning.

The other person's heart trembled, and with his battle experience, he instantly took a step back, increasing the distance between him and Qin Wentian.

"Tiger Collapse Fist." The man roared, and a terrifying wind surged toward Qin Wentian, like a tiger tearing its prey, fiercely charging at him. Each punch carried a wild aura.

"Divine power, Pulse Wheel Realm expert." Qin Wentian was unprecedentedly calm, his eyes focused only on his opponent.

Although this person was not a martial destiny cultivator, a Pulse Wheel Realm expert could use divine power, allowing remote attacks without needing to get close, with endless power, giving them an absolute advantage over Body Tempering Realm practitioners.

"Roar!" The spear, like a dragon, swept out, breaking through the punch, as if even a tiger was torn apart. Qin Wentian's strength, combined with the enhancement of the divine weapon spear, had reached the level of a Pulse Wheel Realm expert. This person was not a martial destiny cultivator and was only at the first level of the Pulse Wheel Realm, with limited strength.

In this brief moment, Qin Wentian made a decision to kill the opponent quickly.

"Such fierce power." The man was shocked to see Qin Wentian's spear break through his divine power, understanding why he could kill Ye Lang. He took another step back, avoiding close combat with Qin Wentian. His fists struck out wildly, the wind from his punches fiercely trying to crush Qin Wentian.

Brilliant star power erupted, and Qin Wentian's left hand appeared with a celestial hammer, drawing a beautiful arc and smashing forward, carrying a terrifying aura.

"Boom!" The wind from the punches clashed with the hammer's power, and the remaining force was absorbed by Qin Wentian's body, his eyes showing a terrifying sharpness. He took a few steps forward, his spear thrusting forward without hesitation.

"Die!" Suddenly, Qin Wentian released the spear, which shot out like an angry dragon. The opponent resisted fiercely, but the force contained in Qin Wentian's attack was immense. The spear pierced through the opponent's forehead, and the Pulse Wheel Realm expert fell.

"Phew..." Qin Wentian took a deep breath, pulled out the spear, and instantly disappeared into the alley, heading in another direction. The commotion here would soon attract more people.

At this moment, Qin Wentian felt exhausted. After all, he was only at the seventh level of Body Tempering. Killing Ye Lang and two martial cultivators, and then taking a hit, had drained him greatly. Once the potential-boosting effect of the needle point technique wore off, he would be even weaker. He needed to reach a safe place before that happened.