Ancient Godly Monarch

Returning back to the present, as Jin Zhan neared, the golden flames crackled ominously, seemingly capable of burning through everything. Qin Wentian imbibe another mouthful of wine and spat out at the golden flames, causing a tower of fire to shoot up the heavens.

The crowd only saw a smile on the white-robed young man’s face. With the wine gourd still in his hands, he stepped towards Jin Zhan.

With that single step, both Heavens and Earth seemed to bend under a pressure. An overwhelming wave of killing intent gushed forth, even the spectators could clearly feel the fearsomeness of that intent when they were so far away.

However, the one who bore the brunt of that was Jin Zhan. The pressure of that step Qin Wentian took felt as though it was capable of annihilating him. It was as if a beam of sword intent penetrated through him, and blasted onto his Astral Novas.

“BOOM!” The energy of the Golden Fire bloodline completely exploded forth. Jin Zhan’s entire body was covered in flames, akin to a war divinity of fire as his Astral Novas rumbled the void, appearing above his head. A golden fire lotus revolved in the air, and with a wave of his hands, the golden fire petals danced in the air, firing towards Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian took another step forward. As the second step landed, Jin Zhan issued a groan of misery. He could feel the sword intent intensified in might and pierced right into his Astral Nova, penetrating it completely, leaving his Astral Nova covered in cracks.

Jin Zhan’s countenance turned pale, the confident smile of mockery had vanished completely. In fact, his current expression was a mask of panic.

He, Jin Zhan, was after all a famous person in Xuan King City, a talented member of the younger generation in the Golden Fire Aristocrat Clan. If he failed here while representing the princess, although she might not say anything, she would definitely bore ill-feeling towards him in her heart.

Just two steps by Qin Wentian was sufficient to utterly crush Jin Zhan’s confidence into nothing. Right now, Jin Zhan didn’t even believe that he could still win.

His entire Astral Novas exploded into being, Jin Zhan performed incantation gestures with both his hands and abruptly blasted them forwards. Instantly, a powerful will of Mandate was unleashed as the entire space started burning. The petals from the Golden Fire Lotus was even sharper compared to blades, and was spiralling with great speed towards Qin Wentian. Right now, that scorching temperature was already about to combust and burn Qin Wentian.

Yet Qin Wentian’s countenance didn’t change the slightest. He stepped forth with his third step.

The Seven Annihilations Swordplay, killing with a single step, killing with a single thought.

As the third step landed, the flame petals all exploded underneath the pressure. The will from the Mandate of Swords erupted forth from Qin Wentian, lending the aid of this Kingly Sword Astral Nova, slamming into Jin Zhan’s already damaged Golden Fire lotus, causing even more fissures to formed on it.

Jin Zhan paled, he howled in bloodcurdling agony as blood splayed unceasingly out from the corner of his lips.

This scene playing out caused the eyes of countless in the crowd to stiffened as their countenance was suffused with terror when they stared at the young man in white.

Jin Zhan has been injured?

But the young man didn’t even attacked him? He only took three steps forward.

One step, one annihilation. The might of each successive step, was stronger than the previous one.

Far away from here, in the middle of the air, Song Jia turned her gaze downwards as she felt that powerful sword intent from the Heavenly Mountains. Upon seeing Jin Zhan coughing out blood, her heart violently pounded as extreme shock suffused her features.

“So, it was him!”

Only now did Song Jia knew that the unknown senior who saved her from the black-robed middle-aged man back then was none other than Qin Wentian. Because he had concealed his features, she had always thought that one who saved her was an expert from the senior generation. But it turns out that he has always been protecting her by her side.

The wind gusted by, fluttering Song Jia’s long hair. She took once last glance at that white-robed youth before turning away. There was a smile in her eyes, yet that smile was mixed with tears of self-reproach. How could she still blame him, why didn’t she realised who he was earlier!