Ancient Godly Monarch

Chapter 1368: Conversation

Translator: Lordbluefire Editor: Lordbluefire

In addition, this young man was extremely brazen, saying that he just broke through to the immortal king realm. In the Battle Saint Palace, there actually was no one who could stand equally against him and now, he wanted to challenge their middle-stage immortal kings.

Below on the ground, the expressions of the young man and young woman were extremely unsightly to behold. This fellow was too arrogant, but his strength was truly overwhelming enough.

"Our Battle Saint Tribe will crush his dominance for sure." The young man spoke in a low voice. Right now from afar, another person came over. The aura from this man was extremely powerful, causing an intense vibration that rumbled the surroundings. Clearly, the cultivation base of this person was deeper and higher than Qin Wentian, at the mid-stage of the immortal-king level.

His eyes glowed with spirit, shining with battle might, giving off an immeasurable feeling.

"Since you want to challenge a mid-stage immortal king, let me be your opponent then." That person spoke. After that, the laws of heaven and earth churned as he exuded a towering battle might. Qin Wentian felt an extremely terrifying pressure boring down on him.

A mid-stage immortal king from the Battle Saint Tribe clearly wasn't weak. The combat prowess of this man was truly astounding.

The immortal king slammed out with his palm, the boundless law energy congregated together, forming a giant palm that descended from the sky, radiating a majestic might. There was simply no space for Qin Wentian to flee to, he could only face the palm head on.

Qin Wentian's body glowed with divine light as an immense strength flowed within him. Law energy in the surroundings gathered on him as he lifted his palm, similarly launching out a palm strike. The light grew even more resplendent as the pressure his palm created shook the heavens and earth. A thunderous boom then sounded out from the collision, so loud that the eardrums of the spectators below on the ground shuddered. As they stared at the battle above, all of them found their hearts shaking.

The mid-stage immortal king released his law domain which instantly enveloped Qin Wentian within. As one's cultivation level increased, their law domain and body of laws would grow to be increasingly terrifying. He wanted to use his law domain to suppress Qin Wentian.

"Kill!" Within his law domain, fearsome battle might flooded the surroundings. True experts of the Battle Saint Tribe cultivates in the Battle Saint Art and has awakened their sacred bone. Hence, the energy they were proficient in were all extremely similar. Although some of their law attributes might differ, the main core component of their strength originates from the Battle Saint Art.

Hence, the law domain of this immortal king was similar to his previous opponent, albeit being much more violent and intense. Numerous palms stacked together before they erupted forwards, wanting to annihilate him.

Qin Wentian right now, sensed an overwhelming pressure on him. He also released his law domain as devil might permeated the atmosphere. The flood of destructive energy caused mini explosions around him as numerous runes manifested from his body. These runes were all actually in the shape of a palm, they then exploded forth with both suppressive and destructive might, against his opponent's attacks.

In an instant, thunderous booms shook the space. The area around his body of laws naturally had the strongest effect of his law domain. It directly disintegrated the energies attacking him, and after that, he purposely expanded his domain, madly colliding against his opponent's domain.

"That palm imprint…" The mid-stage immortal king was frowning. This attack used by Qin Wentian gave him a sense of familiarity.

The color of the sky changed, as law energy churned wildly, blotting out the sun. Qin Wentian's law domain gradually transformed into a black-colored gigantic palm, radiating boundless destructive and suppressive might.

This black palm shot out straight, aiming for that mid-stage immortal king. Only shock could be seen on the immortal king's face. He hesitated for a moment before letting out a roar of anger, triggering the effect of his sacred bone as battle light erupted forth from him. A divine ape appeared before him, its roar shaking the heavens as it struck out with its palm as well, deciding to fight strength against strength.

"BOOM!" Everything trembled as space itself seemed to almost collapse. The two of them were engulfed by the destructive aftershocks and when everything cleared up, both of them were standing in the air, silently regarding each other.

"Come with me." At this moment, that middle-stage immortal king suddenly spoke. After that, he turned around and walked away. Qin Wentian smiled and followed after.

This scene caused strange looks to appear on the faces of everyone. What situation was this?

Why did the fight suddenly stop?

Could it be that the upper echelons truly had plans to recruit Qin Wentian into their Battle Saint Palace?

Some of those experts who awakened their sacred bone stealthily left. They all discovered something when they saw the gigantic black palm imprint blotting out the skies. This palm imprint seemed to be produced by a certain ultimate technique which only existed in the legends.

At the peak of the Battle Saint Palace, there's a number of saint halls where even the upper echelons of the Battle Saint Palace couldn't easily enter. However right now, Qin Wentian gained entry to this place and passed by numerous checkpoints, proceeding into the depths of this place. At the very end, there was a sacred ground filled with immortal mist. Before this, Qin Wentian's immortal sense didn't discover this place. Clearly, this place had the ability to block off all immortal sense.

He knew that this place must be the location where the true controller of the second world resides.

"Now can you tell me, who are you exactly?" That middle-stage immortal king asked.

"Didn't you already guess it?" Qin Wentian smiled.

"Let me bring you to meet with the tribe leader then." That middle-stage immortal king glanced at Qin Wentian. There would be a tribe leader in each of the three worlds, in charge of governing the world. The sect leader of this Battle Saint Tribe should be just an ordinary member of the Battle Saint Tribe while the tribe leader was then the true controller of everything.

The two of them continued on. Qin Wentian came to a place where there was an old man waiting there. This old man was currently lost in thoughts as he stared at a chess board. The chess pieces were layered in a complex formation, emitting an air of the Great Dao.

"That attack you unleashed within your law domain earlier, what technique was that?" That old man asked.

"God's Hand." Qin Wentian's body began to glow with a resplendent divine light. A terrifying aura congregated in his palm, brimming with boundless might.

"God's Hand that's evolved from the Battle Saint Art." Qin Wentian spoke in a low voice.

"Your combat strength isn't bad." That tribe leader lifted his head and stared at Qin Wentian. "Also, you are very young. Did you come here from the first world?"

"Yes, before this I went over there and came right over after that." Qin Wentian nodded.

"In that case, shouldn't I refer to you as Saint Lord?" That old man stood up. Qin Wentian hurriedly spoke in an unpretentious voice, "Senior, there's no need to be polite. You can just call me Qin Wentian."

"Mhm." The old man nodded lightly, "Actually, I'm not in favor of our ancestral teachings. Although the first generation Saint Lord did help us a lot, he is, after all, the first generation Saint Lord. Characters like him are inconceivably rare, and I myself am of the opinion for our experts to train themselves here, living in safety forever."

"After all, for the latter generations Saint Lords, although their talent is outstanding, we have no way to ascertain which step they would reach and no way to determine their moral character. Although the people of our tribe would still follow the Saint Lord's orders, only doing stuff that benefits him and not harms him, but as time flows on, a Saint Lord would only appear after countless generations. We are unable to pay the price if there are any variables which occured."

Qin Wentian nodded his head. The old man was right, who knew what would happen after countless amounts of time passed?

"I have no other meaning when I say this, I'm just feeling rueful. Since the new generation Saint Lord is here, I will naturally command people to follow after you. Despite my personal opinion, I will still follow the ancestral teachings strictly. Also, there are some treasures here in our second world too. If Saint Lord needs them, you can bring some away."

"Senior is too polite, I'm not lacking in terms of treasures or resources. I won't be taking anything away here and if the immortal kings of the Battle Saint Tribe are unwilling to leave with me, I won't force things at all and naturally, I would never divulge the existence of the Battle Saint Tribe." Qin Wentian calmly spoke. He naturally was in need of aid from the Battle Saint Tribe which was why he came here. After all, this was supposed to be a power that belonged to him.

However, from a certain perspective, he shouldn't get a reward if it's not well deserved. Right now, he truly had no contributions towards the Battle Saint Tribe, and could only give them an ephemeral promise. Right now at this current cultivation realm, his perspectives towards many things have changed.

He wouldn't force people to do things against their will. If the experts of the Battle Saint Tribe weren't willing to follow him, so be it.

However, with regards to the wish of the Battle Saint Tribe, that then would have nothing much to do with him. Qi Da and his group did aid him a lot before. In the future, he would only do his best to take care of those guys and try to help them as much as possible.

The old man stared at Qin Wentian with bewilderment, "Are you serious about this?"

Qin Wentian smiled, "Senior, I reached my current level within 200 years of cultivation. Although I dare not say that I'm outstanding, I'm sure it isn't easy to find someone in the Battle Saint Tribe whose talent is higher than mine. Right now, although I need to borrow the aid of the Battle Saint Tribe, but if your people exit here with me, they will know that the aid immortal kings can provide me with is limited, as I have immortal emperors behind my back. Right now, immortal king-level experts might be of aid to me but once my cultivation base reaches a certain level, it would be me supporting the Battle Saint Tribe instead. For example, like the experts from the Battle Saint Tribe which I brought out with me in the first world to help me, in the future, I would be the one to take care of them instead.

"Hence, from a certain perspective, I, Qin, am not taking advantage of the Battle Saint Tribe. Whatever help I received from the tribe now, I will return the debt of gratitude with interest compounded in the future. On the other hand, if experts of the Battle Saint Tribe are not willing to follow me, I won't bother to carry on shouldering the hope of your clan either as well. In the span of time, because of the arrangements made, there would definitely be other Saint Lords surfacing in the future. Your Battle Saint Tribe doesn't lack of me. But at the same time, from my perspective, even without the help provided by the Battle Saint Tribe, there wouldn't be too much difference in my life as well."

The old man stared at Qin Wentian as his eyes gleamed. In truth, the previous generation Saint Lord did enjoy tremendous benefits from their help. The reason why he said those words to Qin Wentian was that he wanted Qin Wentian to truly treat the members who followed him well from the bottom of his heart. Qin Wentian shouldn't be too arrogant in front of members of the Battle Saint Tribe as, after all, those who follow him out from the second world would all be immortal emperors.

Yet he didn't imagine that Qin Wentian's response would stun him into speechlessness.