Chapter 209, Heavy Damage and Fa Tian Vs. Qin Xiuwen

Translator: Tamon

Translation Checker: Silavin

 

With the power of an Empty Immortal, Mo Wentian’s ego inflated, among other things.

 

He had the secret treasures and the one-eyed old man’s help pitching in as he fought Fa Tian across Myriad Mountains.

 

The shock waves their strength unleashed left nearby cultivators in shock.

 

“What power! The explosive clashes are shaking the ground all the way over here!”

 

“Who is that with the blank mask? His opponent looks like that God of War Fa Tian.”

 

“It’s him, alright. Could the other be another Immortal Domain genius? How else could he fight Fa Tian to a standstill?”

 

The tremendous shock waves only grew stronger as the fight heated up.

 

Fa Tian grimaced, feeling humiliated not being able to kill the wretched worm, Mo Wentian, after all this time.

 

He underestimated Mo Wentian.

 

The two’s fierce battle drew in more and more cultivators, and, as time went on, the wounds piled up on both Fa Tian and Mo Wentian.

 

Mo Wentian couldn’t finish off Fa Tian fast enough, and it wouldn’t be long before all the strength he got from the secret soul art would fade away. His body barely hanged on.

 

The one-eyed old man was grave, “You can’t beat him. Run!”

 

Mo Wentian was perplexed. “Old man, you’re wrong. We’re both in worse shape, so why do you say that?”

 

The old man sneered. “Ignorant child. Your flesh is average, your power relying solely on my secret soul art.

 

“Fa Tian has a powerful constitution. I’m guessing the rumored Tyrant Demon Body, fierce and savage in battle. You may be his equal now, but wait any longer and you’ll soon be outclassed.”

 

Mo Wentian’s confidence plunged, having realized this truth. Fa Tian was slowly, but surely, getting the upper hand. He also lost a secret attack treasure.

 

“We shall stop here and resume another day.” Mo Wentian fled on the spot.

 

“You’re not going anywhere!” Fa Tian raged as he gave chase.

 

The Tyrant Demon Body’s power surged higher and higher, his body surrounded in golden flames.

 

He used a secret immortal art to speed up, catching up to Mo Wentian in moments.

 

“Crap, he’s doping. How is he so fast?” The sudden arrival of Fa Tian left Mo Wentian in shock.

 

Fa Tian grunted and chopped down with his weapon, sending a glorious blade wave capable of splitting the earth.

 

Mo Wentian dodged, but his experience was no match for Fa Tian’s.

 

His other hand punched, with the force of mountains behind it.

 

The one-eyed old man felt death was nigh and called out.

 

Mo Wentian dodged one strike and was in no position to do it again, not even to use his treasures.

 

The punch was beyond overpowered, striking Mo Wentian squarely on his chest.

 

Mo Wentian groaned and smashed into a mountain. His chest caved in, the hole shaped like a fist, and blood gushed out.

 

The only reason he was alive was because the Empty Immortal power was still holding.

 

“Am I going to die this time?” Beaten and wounded, he couldn’t even get up.

 

[I’m done for this time. I’ll never see my dear Ruhua’s smile again.]

 

But then, a roar came from the mountain. “Who’s making all that ruckus outside my cave?’

 

A white-haired youth with messy clothes shot out of the mountain. He was pale, like he had spent a night with the ladies, but the power he unleashed was incredible, at the 9th layer of Spirit Severing Stage!

 

He was Qin Huoshui’s younger brother, Qin Xiuwen.

 

He yawned and glanced at where Mo Wentian crash landed, this close to hitting his dwelling. “I and my ladies are at a crucial point. Are you that sick of living, making a ruckus outside my home and ruining my mood?”

 

Mo Wentian’s mind spun, cooking up a scheme the minute he felt the youth’s aura.

 

He took off his mask and held his chest as he coughed blood, making sure he was at his lowest point, not that he wasn’t, making it even more believable.

 

Then he pointed a shaky finger at Fa Tian in the sky. “Fellow Daoist, look at my state. The one who made a scene was him! He even said he plans to shag your ladies.”

 

Qin Xiuwen turned to Fa Tian and his eyes shone with fellow Immortal Domain genius recognition.

 

He huffed and shot over, his body wobbling in the air from every breeze. “Who are you? Have you come to disturb me, making a mess outside my cave?”

 

“Black Tortoise Immortal Domain’s Fa Tian.” His voice was laced with bloodlust.

 

He finally met a fellow Immortal Domain genius after all this time on Nine Province Continent. Fa Tian was going to kill him.

 

Qin Xiuwen sensed his thirst for his blood, and said, “I amd Merak the future Clan Head of the Qin Clan from Merak Immortal Domain, Qin Xiuwen. My sister is Qin Huoshui, of outstanding beauty, number one in Merak Immortal Domain, and its Domain Lord.”

 

“The dead don’t need to be so chatty. Your sister means nothing to me.” Fa Tian slashed at him.

 

Qin Xiuwen huffed and his body phased out as his right hand took the form of a divine bird’s claw. Each finger grew to a hundred meters, silvery, and streaked with silver lightning.

 

The aura of annihilating exploded from it as the attack formed.

 

Qin Xiuwen might be a dual recultivating Immortal Domain genius, but his power made him no slouch.

 

The silver giant claw expanded to blot out the sun, looking like a dark cloud with all that silver lightning crackling all over it.

 

*Rumble!*

 

Lightning struck down with relentless force!

 

It was another secret immortal art.

 

Qin Xiuwen exposed his true power from the start, leaving Fa Tian with no reason to scorn him.

 

Fa Tian humphed, raising his blade and slashed. The golden blade wave cut everything in its path.

 

The overlooking cultivators were overwhelmed with shock. Many of which were Nine Province Continent’s native geniuses, but with Fa Tian and Qin Xiuwen around, they were nothing.

 

The incredible power struck fear in their hearts, their scalps going numb.

 

Mountains crumbled and earth cracked…

 

“This is the power of an Immortal Domain genius. How scary!”

 

“We’re not fit to even look at them, not when a random hit from their fight is enough to end us.”

 

“What will become of us at the disciple contest?”

 

Dread mounted in their hearts.