AGM 512 – Berserk

  Upon seeing three silhouettes at the Eye King’s side walking towards the Violet Thunder Sword-Drum Formation, those who knew of their identities all lamented that this time, Qin Wentian was finally finished.

  The War King Palace was a place in Grand Shang that specialized in producing outstanding geniuses. These geniuses were tasked to serve each member of the royal clan of each generation. There were countless innate techniques and cultivation arts taught there, and to many people, being able to enter the War King Palace was a matter of the greatest honor. This indicated that they had truly become the trusted subordinates of the royal clan, and would be nurtured to the best of their abilities.

  The princes and kings of the royal clan would often come into conflict with one another because of the contesting subordinates from the War King Palace. Naturally, they were all considered the strongest of the clan, and had the most outstanding people to serve them. With their support, only then would they stand a higher chance of obtaining more power once they entered the Royal Sacred Sect, becoming someone of authority there. Because that was what real authority was, it was an authority even greater compared to the royal authority of Grand Shang.

  Although the Grand Shang Empire was able to control and command such a vast territory, the combined power of the nine great sects, as well as the Great Zhou Empire, was enough to contend against them. In fact, there were many exceptionally powerful experts under the nine great sects who didn’t give a damn about the orders of the Great Shang Empire. They only answered to the Royal Sacred Sect, the unrivaled ultimate power of this vast region.

  At this moment, the three young men from the War King Palace walked over. They were all extraordinary, and even with Qin Wentian’s outstanding talent, he would undoubtedly die under their hands.

  However, Qin Wentian was truly self-assured in his prowess. Even after being invited by the Great Earth Sect, he wasn’t in a hurry to join them. He continued standing at the center of the stage just like before, quietly waiting there with his eyes closed. He didn’t have the slightest bit of fear in his heart—so what if you are from the War King Palace of the Shang Royal Clan? I’m waiting for you right here if you want to fight.

  The crowd didn’t know whether it was because Qin Wentian had absolute confidence in himself or because he had no idea how truly terrifying his opponents were that he chose to make such a decision.

  Although the Violet Thunder Sword-Drum Formation was powerful, it was merely child’s play to the experts from the War King Palace. Their steps were strong and steady, easily breaking through the formation. In fact, the crowd was worried for Qin Wentian. This young man who’d dared to stub the toes of Jun Yu, a disciple from the Royal Sacred Sect, would he be able to exert his earlier dominance in front of these experts?

  The eyes of those from the six major powers in Xuan King City all flashed with murder. This time around, Qin Wentian would certainly die, and there was no hope of survival.

  The Eye King, Shang Tong from the Shang Royal Clan, was an elite among elites. If he wanted Qin Wentian to die, how could he still survive? In the entire Grand Shang, there was almost no one who dared to go against him.

  After the three of them passed the formation, one among them started walking towards Qin Wentian. His tyrannical gaze was riveted onto Qin Wentian, filled with a piercing light that seemed able to penetrate through everything.

  “You have to die,” that person spat out. An instant later, brilliant light exploded forth as his astral souls and astral novas manifested. A golden-colored vortex appeared, as though everything it touched would turn into dust. And in front of that terrifying storm, countless fearsome golden long spears could be seen. The power they emanated seemed able to penetrate through all things, even piercing through the void.

  This man exuded an aura at the sixth level of Heavenly Dipper. In front of him, ordinary sixth level Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns would crumble. The overwhelming pressure from his aura frenziedly gushed towards Qin Wentian, wanting to tear him apart.

  Qin Wentian’s fourth astral nova manifested, and the King Sword floated in the sky. His sword qi ravaged through everything, intent on making the myriad of weapons submit to it. That terrifying pressure storm was completely torn apart, unable to touch him in the slightest.

  “You are unworthy.” Qin Wentian’s voice was ice-cold. That person coldly snorted, and with a wave of his hands, the countless golden spears erupted through space, moving so fast that they seemed like bolts of golden lightning, streaking through the skies to fly at Qin Wentian. There was no need to doubt the power the spears contained, they had enough strength to run through everything.

  “Bzzz!” Qin Wentian’s King Sword astral nova slashed out to block the golden spears, causing the void to tremble. A wave of incomparably sharp shockwaves devastated the surroundings from the impact. Qin Wentian’s opponent laughed. “A very strong astral nova, and you are quite powerful as well. But sadly, you still won’t be able to escape death.”


  As the sound of his voice faded, a terrifying devouring force gushed forth from him. Qin Wentian’s body was beyond his control, and was about to be drawn in by that huge force. Even his King Sword astral nova was also affected by that terrifying devouring storm.

  The divine spear in Qin Wentian’s hands abruptly vanished. The eyes of the crowd gleamed with sharpness, had Qin Wentian gone crazy? He was actually putting away his weapon at this moment?

  However, Qin Wentian’s body was currently undergoing a transformation. Armor of demonic scales enveloped him—his entire body was now like a divine weapon. His arms resembled the arms of a demon, containing boundless sharpness. His vitality was overwhelming, his blood was seething and surging, causing gushing sounds to echo in the air. He appeared to be a descendant of an ancient primordial demon king, the overlord of demons.

  “You are far from enough.” Qin Wentian took a step forward, the power of that step causing the entire stage to tremble. He disregarded that powerful devouring energy storm and continued forward. At the center of his brows, the fearsome will of his Mandate erupted forth, forcibly gushing into the mind of his opponent.

  However, his opponent’s will was extremely strong as well. He resisted the invading will, furrowing his brows deeply in concentration. Not only that, he could still move. He lunged towards Qin Wentian, waving his hands to cause a barrage of sharp weapons to instantly shoot forth towards Qin Wentian.

  Qin Wentian blasted out with his palms, causing sounds of ancient bells to reverberate through the air. His opponent’s heart trembled violently, feeling as though it was about to rupture.

  “Return!” Qin Wentian blasted out another palm. The void trembled as a formless energy coiled up before erupting forwards, causing the barrage of weapons to be blown back towards his opponent.

  “Hmph.” That person coldly snorted, the devouring force grew increasingly stronger, to the point where it felt that the will of his Mandate of Devouring was powerful enough to consume everything. The entirety of the force Qin Wentian blasted out was swallowed into the vortex, as the vibrational shockwaves severely weakened in intensity.

  Qin Wentian’s silhouette flickered, executing Stellar Transposition. He zoomed forward like a streak of lightning, appearing in front of his opponent. Instantly, a violent fist erupted outwards, its overwhelming destructiveness annihilating all before it.

  Sensing the power of this punch, his opponent’s countenance remained unchanged. He turned his palms outwards, holding them in front of him before clasping them together with explosive speed, parrying Qin Wentian’s strike. A surge of terrifying devouring-might emanated out, and even Qin Wentian felt as if his blood would be completely consumed. The force of Qin Wentian’s punch was relentlessly being absorbed, weakening the power of his fist.

  “What a mighty Mandate of Devouring.” Qin Wentian felt a chill in his heart. A moment later, a resplendent beam of light fired forth from the center of his brows as his Great Dream astral nova appeared in the air. A devilish dreamscape suddenly appeared out of nowhere, his opponent closed his eyes in an attempt to remain uninfluenced, but this kind of Mandate could directly enter into the minds of others. Despite closing his eyes, he could sense a thousand scarlet demon halberds currently piercing towards his head.

  “This is nothing but an illusion.” His opponent’s expression was as fierce as lightning, and using his perception to guide him, his palms tightly closed around Qin Wentian’s fist, devouring the power within.

  “Since you like it so much, I shall allow you to devour it.” A voice rang out in his opponent’s mind. A moment later, he felt the power of Qin Wentian’s blood gushing relentlessly into him, allowing him to devour freely. But almost instantly, his body started to wither up, as though he was under a bloodcurse, rapidly corroding his life force away.

  “Damn!” The opponent’s countenance changed drastically as he hurriedly loosened his grip. However, it was all too late, the full force of Qin Wentian’s bloodcurse imprint had already hit him, turning his body into a pile of bones, completely annihilating him.

  However at this instant, a look of puzzlement flashed past the faces of the crowd. That expert from the War King Palace obviously had the power to contend with Qin Wentian, but why had he suddenly loosened his grip? Clearly, he could still fight, yet he’d relinquished all resistance as his body slumped towards the ground.

  “CAREFUL!” One of his companions behind him shouted. That person’s eyes abruptly opened in shock. He only saw Qin Wentian right in front of him, slamming his palms down towards him. That person’s countenance turned pale-white—hadn’t he resisted the dreamforce? Wasn’t he unaffected? How was this Mandate so terrifying? He saw himself dying in that dream only to find out that he was about to die when his mind was finally clear. In the end, it turned out that he had still been under the effects of Qin Wentian’s dreamforce.

  “BANG!” As the palm strike landed, the reverberations of the ancient bells exploded his heart. He coughed out fresh blood as his heart ruptured, dying instantly.

  So what if it was someone from the War King Palace of the Royal Shang Clan? He would kill them just the same.

  His other two companions rushed towards Qin Wentian at the same time. However, they only saw a crimson glow covering Qin Wentian’s palms before he swiftly blasted out a stream of bloodcurse imprints. The two of them instantly reacted with their own palm strikes, summoning their energy to cause a storm of gale winds to rise up.

  BOOOM! A thunderous sound rang out, and the two of them could only feel a corroding energy trying to eat into their bodies.

  “BOOOM!” The toiling of the bells rang on, the pounding of their hearts involuntarily caused them to tremble, yet they paid no heed and continued dashing towards Qin Wentian.

  Stellar Transposition—Qin Wentian disappeared once again. Their perception was also extremely on-point, at the moment of Qin Wentian’s disappearance, they both turned around.

  “Bzzz!”


  The humming of a sword melody filled the air. Two streams of blood-colored light zoomed towards the throats of the two opponents. Their bodies retreated with explosive speed, narrowly avoiding the laceration effect of the sword melody.

  “BOOM!” Qin Wentian disappeared once more. Yet another sword strike lashed out, but this time around, it was targeted at their backs.

  “SCRAM!” The two of them were forced into an extremely sorry state. They wanted to retaliate, but at that exact moment, they saw the scarlet demon halberd lashing out, as the will from the Mandate of Dreams gushed into their mind, causing the skies to change color.

  “Puchi!” A crisp sound echoed—one of the two opponents had his head smashed by the scarlet demon halberd. The other wanted to escape, only to see his companion’s head flying his way as the curved moon edge of the halberd slashed over. Yet another crisp sound rang out as one of his arms was severed away. With a miserable shriek, he finally awoke from the nightmare. Although it was just for an instant, it had felt like an eternity.

  “Dreamforce!” That expert howled, his words causing the hearts of the crowd to shake. They finally understood why Qin Wentian seemed so invincible, felling his opponents with a single strike. So it turned out that each of his attacks were laced by his will of Mandate of Dreams. And now, it had obviously grown even stronger. Furthermore, the scarlet demon halberd was used to augment his dream will.

  “Puchi!” The moment the sound of his words faded away, Qin Wentian directly appeared before him. There was no force that was powerful enough to block the halberd from skewering him, yet Qin Wentian merely placed the tip of the halberd against him, but held back from the killing blow.

  “RELEASE HIM!” A shout like a thunderbolt shook the entire battle stage. The eyes of the crowd turned in the direction of the shout, only to see the Eye King standing up, his eyes flickering with a terrifying light. Of the three experts under him, two had already fallen. This was basically smacking his face, and his pride had been mangled.

  Qin Wentian’s eyes shifted onto Shang Tong. He resembled a demon king filled with boundless pride as he locked gazes with the Eye King.

  “Sizzzz!” Only at this moment did the halberd penetrate through him. With a violent fling, Qin Wentian flung the corpse of his opponent at Shang Tong.

  “BOOM!” The corpse landed at the feet of Shang Tong.

  Qin Wentian pointed his halberd over at him, his eyes filled with wild arrogance as he icily spoke, “Who do you think you are to command me?”