Chapter 89

The sound of war horses galloping, trampling the snow, the long spears emitting a terrifying sharp aura, the men had not yet arrived, but the spears had already thrust out, like venomous dragons, emitting a sharp whistling sound, heading straight for Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian took a step forward, the snow on the ground cracked, a fierce wind swept through, and a powerful aura erupted from his body. At this moment, his posture was upright, and the step he took contained a vast and imposing presence.

"Swish..." Two long spears shot from both sides, Qin Wentian took another fierce step forward, the crowd on the war horses felt a strong wind hit their bodies, their pupils couldn't help but contract. Qin Wentian could actually burst out with such an aura.

Suddenly, their long spears seemed to be gripped by a terrifying force.

"Scram."

The terrifying force sent their bodies flying, colliding with the people behind them, and they all fell off their war horses in an instant.

Qin Wentian strolled through the snow, his gaze sweeping directly toward Yan Yihan and Bai Qingsong and others. He didn't expect that Bai Qingsong of the Bai family would also appear.

Another row of war horses moved forward, but Yan Yihan calmly said, "I'll handle it."

The knights stopped, and Yan Yihan rode forward, coming to stand in front of Qin Wentian, looking down at the figure on the ground.

"Twice in a row, you failed to resolve the battle. Since you're still alive, today, I will fulfill your wish," Yan Yihan said calmly. His strength at the seventh level of the Wheel Pulse had once been unable to deal with Qin Wentian, which he had always considered a disgrace. Now, his divine techniques were even stronger, and his realm had reached the peak of the seventh level, ready to open the eighth Wheel Pulse at any time.

His combat power was even stronger than before. Today, he would make Qin Wentian die by his sword.

The Sword Star Soul blossomed, this was Yan Yihan's second Star Soul, from the third heaven. A terrifying sword aura surged from his body, and his eyes were like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

The snowflakes floating in the air were shredded to pieces by this sharp sword.

"Yan Yihan's Shattered Sword Technique has reached the third level of intent. This battle will have no suspense. Even if Qin Wentian's strength has improved significantly, he will still die at Yan Yihan's hands," a young knight said, causing everyone to nod in agreement.

"He should have died long ago," Bai Qingsong's eyes revealed a cold light. It was a miracle that Qin Wentian had survived until today.

"Bai Qingsong, now, Wen Tian dares to face an entire army, while you and your daughter, Bai Qiuxue, can only live in dependence and survive by the grace of others," Qin Chuan said sarcastically, making Bai Qingsong's expression even colder. He stared at him and said, "When he dies, you won't say that anymore."

Yan Yihan's war horse crouched on the ground, and he took a step forward. The sword aura howled, rushing toward Qin Wentian. The snowflakes between them no longer fell.

"Since you are determined to die, today, I will fulfill your wish," Yan Yihan formed the sword seal, and a terrifying sword intent burst from his fingertips.

"What a powerful aura." The crowd saw Yan Yihan strolling, and Qin Wentian standing there, as if he could be destroyed at any moment.

"You, are not worthy." Qin Wentian took a step forward, the snow on the ground shattered, and a terrifying aura surged out. This aura belonged to no other power, only to himself.

Although Qin Wentian did not have overwhelming strength, this aura made him seem like a supreme expert, with a free and unrestrained, unparalleled presence.

"Hmm?" Yan Yihan frowned, but then smiled.

"Aura? Just a fleeting moment, easily shattered." Yan Yihan strolled forward, and with each step, it seemed as if a powerful sword aura was tearing through space, rushing toward Qin Wentian. The snow on the ground and around him was shredded into pieces.

"Is that so." Qin Wentian's first Star Soul, the Heavenly Hammer Star Soul, blossomed, and a Celestial Hammer appeared in his hand. He stood calmly, like a towering mountain, unmoved by the violent sword aura.

At the same time, the aura of the sixth level of the Wheel Pulse erupted from Qin Wentian, overwhelming and pressing forward. His pupils were as bright as stars, piercing toward Yan Yihan, making Yan Yihan's eyes tremble.

In Qin Wentian's eyes, Yan Yihan saw a strong confidence, determination, and even arrogance, a gaze that made one feel their own insignificance.

"Thud." Qin Wentian took a step forward, and with this step, Yan Yihan's heart trembled.

"I don't believe it. Even if he has reached the sixth level of the Wheel Pulse, how can he shake me?" Yan Yihan thought, continuing to step forward. The sword aura roared, as if solidifying, the shredded snowflakes deeply shocking everyone.

"This battle has no suspense. Qin Wentian will surely die," the crowd felt Yan Yihan's aura and thought to themselves. They couldn't sense the pressure that Qin Wentian's casual step had given Yan Yihan, nor could they feel why Qin Wentian's step was so firm and confident.

It seemed that Qin Wentian knew he would not lose.

Finally, the two were only a step apart. Yan Yihan pointed his finger forward, and in the air, sharp short swords gathered and shot out simultaneously.

Everything would be shattered by this finger, and Qin Wentian would surely die.

"Thud." Qin Wentian's hand, holding the Celestial Hammer, struck out. Without any flourish, in Yan Yihan's eyes, he suddenly had the illusion that a mountain was pressing down on him, gathering infinite power, smashing toward him, trying to bury him completely.

"No..." Yan Yihan's aura dissipated, and at this moment, Qin Wentian gave him the illusion of a supreme expert, about to crush and kill him.

"Boom!"

The giant hammer struck the short swords, and they all shattered simultaneously. Yan Yihan took a step back, but Qin Wentian strolled forward again, striking out with a palm.

"What's happening?" The crowd's expressions froze. Yan Yihan was at a disadvantage, and Qin Wentian's attack was vast and imposing. It was an intangible presence. Although his attack was not strong, the aura made it seem like a world-destroying divine technique.

Yan Yihan raised his hand to attack, but his aura was gone. A crackling sound was heard, and his hand trembled, being grabbed by Qin Wentian, his face changing.

"Just now, this arm pointed at my father. Now, I will break it."

Qin Wentian shouted coldly, and his hand trembled. Yan Yihan screamed in pain as his arm was broken by Qin Wentian.

"How is this possible?" The crowd's expressions stiffened. The powerful Yan Yihan was only hit once and had his arm broken by Qin Wentian?

This left the crowd almost unable to react, and those escorting Qin Chuan were clearly not expecting it.

"You dare." Several angry shouts sounded simultaneously, and war horses charged toward Qin Wentian. At the same time, a figure strolled through the air, actually flying.

Clearly, among those escorting Qin Chuan, there was a Yuan Mansion Realm expert.

Qin Wentian looked up at the air and saw the opponent raise his hand, sending an ancient seal toward him, transforming into a deadly halo. At the same time, a huge arm shadow appeared in the air, smashing toward the deadly halo. A loud explosion sounded, and the arm and halo shattered simultaneously. Then, a figure strolled through the air, blocking the Yuan Mansion Realm expert.

"Heavenly Arm Fist, who are you?" The Yuan Mansion Realm expert was sharp, staring at the newcomer.

Qin Wentian responded calmly, "Qin Wentian, you cannot move him."

"Today, he dared to rescue a prisoner, he must be executed," the person's eyes seemed to have a golden glow, extremely sharp.

At the same time, the war horses on the ground turned into a hurricane, charging toward Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian's body suddenly moved, stepping on the ground, his body turned into a shadow, rushing forward. In his hand, a silver spear appeared.

"Kill!" Qin Wentian's eyes flashed, and he roared, the spear flying out like a silver lightning bolt.

"Thud, thud, thud..." The silver spear sliced through the throats of the figures, so fast that those on the war horses couldn't dodge in time. Blood splattered in the air, landing on the ground, staining the snow red.

In an instant, almost all the knights were dead.

But more knights were still charging over. In Qin Wentian's hand, a second divine weapon appeared, a Fangtian Halberd.

Seeing the long spears charging forward, Qin Wentian took a step forward, and the Fangtian Halberd shot out, the opponent's spear flying out of his hand. The terrifying Fangtian Halberd pierced the opponent's heart.

The war horses neighed, and the rear riders stopped instantly. Qin Wentian held the Fangtian Halberd horizontally, a corpse impaled on the tip, exuding a domineering and arrogant aura.

"Who dares to come again?" Qin Wentian roared, and the crowd fell silent, their eyes fixed on Qin Wentian.

In the air, two Yuan Mansion Realm experts were engaged in a fierce battle, but on the ground, it was silent, only the blood dripping from the corpse on the Fangtian Halberd onto the snow.

"So strong." The crowd didn't expect this young man to have such courage and strength.

The slender figure stood tall like an ancient pine, and the Yan Yihan at his feet seemed to be forgotten.

"Space Divine Pattern Ring." The crowd looked at the silver spear and the Fangtian Halberd, both appearing out of nowhere, clearly indicating that Qin Wentian possessed a space-storing divine pattern ring.

Ordinary people could never have such treasures.

At this moment, an old man walked out from beside Qin Chuan's prison, stepping on the snow, heading toward Qin Wentian.

"Wen Tian, be careful, this old man is a Yuan Mansion expert," Qin Chuan shouted. The old man was the one guarding him, and he knew the old man's strength was at the Yuan Mansion level.

The old man's expression flashed with a vicious light, and he approached Qin Wentian step by step. But at this moment, a figure silently appeared behind Qin Wentian. The moment he stood there, the old man's steps suddenly stopped. He looked at the figure and then at the Yuan Mansion Realm expert fighting in the air.

Who dared to support Qin Wentian!

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