Chapter 204: Contested Space, Qin Tian's Moment of Glory!
Dense black clouds surged forth from the sky in a bizarre manner, spreading out to blanket the heavens and earth.
Atop the mountain summit, the sudden shift in the sky stirred unease and confusion.
Countless uncertain gazes swept back and forth across the darkened sky.
Lin Fan's brow twitched as he leapt out of the battle platform, landing calmly on the mountaintop.
Little Marten, Little Flame, Su Rou, and the others quickly followed suit.
Even Liu Bai and his group hurried over, their expressions tense.
"Who the hell are these guys?" Lin Dong asked with a frown as he gazed upward.
Lin Fan shook his head slightly. "Maybe the super sects know. Let's wait and see."
"Mm," everyone nodded in agreement.
Boom boom!
In the sky, the black clouds continued to spread furiously. Moments later, a fissure suddenly tore through the cloud cover.
From within the gap, beams of black light descended, forming over a dozen silhouettes cloaked in shadow, slowly taking shape in midair.
With their appearance, the Yuan Power of heaven and earth surged chaotically.
A terrifying, indescribable aura radiated from their bodies. The oppressive pressure was so immense that many atop the summit felt frozen in place.
"What terrifying power!"
Everyone's face shifted dramatically under the overwhelming pressure. Just the aura alone was enough to render them nearly immobile—who were these monsters?
Humph!
The experts from the eight super sects in the sky let out cold snorts. Vast waves of Yuan Power surged forth, pushing back the invading pressure.
"So it's you again… you people from the Western Xuan Region sure have guts," Liu Tong sneered, his gaze locked on the black-cloaked figures.
"Haha, well if it isn't Steward Liu Tong from Yuan Gate," came a cheerful voice from among the black-cloaked intruders.
The leading figure lifted his head, the black light fading to reveal a middle-aged man's smiling face.
"Zheng Zhong?"
Liu Tong's brows furrowed at the sight. "Why are you interfering in our Eastern Xuan Region's Hundred Dynasties War?"
"Oh, nothing much. It's just that the Western Xuan Region's quite interested in this Ancient Battlefield. You've hogged it for years—about time it was our turn," Zheng Zhong replied with a rumbling laugh.
"They're from the Western Xuan Region?" Little Marten muttered in surprise.
"They came prepared… I wonder if the Eastern Xuan Region's experts can hold them back," Lin Dong said with concern.
"Maybe," Lin Fan said calmly, showing little worry.
As the group whispered among themselves, sharp words flew between Zheng Zhong and the super sects' representatives in the sky.
When the eight sect experts realized that communication with the outside world had been cut off—that the entire space was sealed—their expressions changed drastically.
Seeing this, Zheng Zhong smiled. "Hehe, to make sure we could claim the Ancient Battlefield, we even brought the Heaven-Sealing Array Diagram. Don't worry, your sects won't notice a thing."
"The Heaven-Sealing Array Diagram?"
Both Liu Tong and the Enlightened One showed alarm at the name.
"To think you'd bring out a Pure Yuan Treasure… Seems you Westerners are truly pulling out all the stops," the Enlightened One frowned.
"What can we say? The Ancient Battlefield is a treasure trove of legacies. No way we're giving up so easily," Zheng Zhong said with a sly grin.
"Once we set up our formation, experts from the Western Xuan Region will teleport the entire space over. And as for your so-called talented disciples—if they're smart, they'll serve us. If not… they'll be demoted to pill slaves."
Whoosh!
The crowd atop the mountain gasped.
Their dynasties belonged to the Eastern Xuan Region—if they were taken to the West, their fates would be worse than death, their dignity stripped.
The Enlightened One's expression turned dark. "You may be well-prepared, but are you really confident you can construct a formation under our noses?"
"Fighting you head-on would be troublesome. We're not trying that. We just need to trap you for a little while," Zheng Zhong replied, his smile fox-like as his hands moved with blinding speed.
"Heaven-Sealing Array Diagram—Space Lockdown!"
As his voice rang out, the Western Region's powerhouses unleashed their hand seals in unison.
Boom boom!
The sky trembled. Space cracked apart. Beams of eerie black light burst out, weaving together to form a massive, ancient rune.
The rune descended like a prison, instantly sealing away the eight super sect experts including Liu Tong and the Enlightened One.
Bang bang bang!
The sealed experts struck back with full force, causing the rune to tremble violently—but they couldn't break free.
"Activate the array! Increase the lockdown!" Zheng Zhong shouted coldly, waving his hand.
"Yes!"
The Western Region warriors behind him responded in unison, pouring their strength into the formation, strengthening the seal.
"Cao Yu! Chang Wei! Start the ritual formation. We can't be distracted. It's up to you now. Anyone who tries to interfere—kill without mercy!"
Zheng Zhong looked into the black clouds and barked his orders.
"Yes!"
The moment his voice faded, more than a dozen silhouettes shot forth from the clouds, radiating powerful auras.
"These are the Eastern Xuan Region's so-called geniuses? Hah, nothing special."
"Once we move this whole battlefield to the Western Xuan Region, these 'geniuses' will be nothing but prisoners!"
"Hahaha…"
The dozens of enemies stopped just short of the mountain summit, laughing mockingly at the spectators.
Their mocking tone made everyone atop the mountain scowl, but none dared make a move.
Many exchanged uncertain glances, and soon, the majority turned to look toward one person—Qin Tian.
After all, the Tianyuan Dynasty was the strongest among the Eastern Xuan Region's dynasties, and their backing—the Yuan Gate—was its mightiest sect.
Under so many gazes, Qin Tian lifted his chin and straightened his back proudly, clearly enjoying the attention.
"Gentlemen, do you really think you can run wild in the Eastern Xuan Region without consequences?" he called out loudly, his gaze fixed on the powerful enemies in the sky.
"And who do you think you are?" one of the Western Region warriors sneered.
"I am Qin Tian of the Tianyuan Dynasty, disciple of Yuan Gate," he replied coldly, his eyes flashing with anger.
But the Western Region elites clearly didn't take him seriously, continuing their jeers and ridicule.
Fury burned in Qin Tian's chest. He stepped forward, unleashing a powerful surge of Yuan Power that caused many to react in awe.
"Sixth-Stage Nirvana Realm!"
The crowd gasped at the strength he displayed.
But the Westerners didn't flinch. Their leader simply said, "Begin the formation. Ignore this rabble."
"Yes!"
At his command, the warriors tossed out black orbs of light, which floated into the air and then erupted into beams of dark energy that pierced through the void.
"Qin Tian! Stop them! Whoever breaks the formation will be crowned champion of this year's Hundred Dynasties War!"
From inside the rune prison, Liu Tong's angry shout echoed out.
"Hmph! You picked the wrong place to cause trouble—this is the Eastern Xuan Region!"
Eyes cold and Yuan Power raging, Qin Tian transformed into a streak of light and shot toward the red-robed leader like a bolt of lightning.
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