Ancient Godly Monarch

Chapter 1231: Replace

Translator: Lordbluefire Editor: Lordbluefire

"Acting on behalf of others?" Feng Wuji laughed. On this island, such people were truly rare. In addition, all their fates were extremely miserable.

Qin Wentian sat there, he inclined his head and stared at Feng Wuji and the beautiful female beside him before turning his glance to those of the Mo Clan who were kneeling. The people in the surroundings all had looks of reverence in their gazes. He instantly understood that the beautiful female was none other than Feng Qingyu.

"Since this is the case, the fate of that little lass, would be even more miserable." Feng Wuji had a strange smile on his face. His eyes raked through the people of the Mo Clan as he coldly spoke, "All of you, well done. You actually recruited someone to defy us?"

"Young Master Feng, please spare us!" Old man Mo’s body was trembling from fear as he prostrated himself.

"Spare you? You guys can choose what manner of death you want." Feng Wuji calmly smiled. "I’m very curious. That woman is your daughter-in-law right? How would you handle her?"

Old man Mo trembled even more fiercely. A look of despair flashed in his eyes, he wasn’t able to defeat Qin Wentian and he couldn’t antagonize Feng Wuji. No matter what, the only path remaining for him, was death.

Feng Qingyu quietly watched from the side. Her and two of her fellow disciples beside her all had looks of interest in their eyes, staring at these kneeling people like how a sovereign would look at ants.

Before disciples of the Blackstone Devil Sect, these ordinary people could only be ants.

"RUMBLE!" Old man Mo stood up. He stared at Qin Wentian, "Sir, I hope you would no longer interfere in the matters of my Mo Clan."

After he spoke, a cold killing intent burst forth from him as he rushed toward Madam Mo.

Qin Wentian sat there, shaking his head and sighing when he saw what old man Mo was trying to do. "You actually don’t even have a trace of kindness or backbone. In all situations, there would always be a path of survival. But you had to go ahead and choose the path of death."

"KILL HIM!" The young man from Mo Clan waved his hands. No matter what was the price paid, they had to kill Qin Wentian.

Feng Wuji was a devil, they couldn’t afford to antagonize him. Right now, they could only hope for a chance of survival.

Qin Wentian carried Little Qing and stood up. His gaze turned incomparably cold as he took a step out towards old man Mo.

"BOOM!" This step was like a bout of heavenly might. Old man Mo only felt that his devil-foundation was being suppressed by a supreme power, causing it to tremble violently. His feet halted as a look of terror appeared on his face when he stared at Qin Wentian.

"BOOM!" Qin Wentian took another step. The moment this step landed, the sound of cracking rang out. The old man coughed out a mouthful of blood as cracks appeared on his devil-foundation. His body trembled even more violently, he stared unmovingly at Qin Wentian, there was only shock and terror in his heart.

How could he be so strong? Could he suppress him completely just with his devil-foundation?

When the third step landed, the old man screamed in agony. Fresh blood sprayed out of his mouth as his foundation was shattered. The people of the Mo Clan were so frightened that their faces turned pale. How would they still dare to advance forward?

"You can’t afford to antagonize him. But, can you afford to antagonize me?’

Qin Wentian swept his glance at them, his words causing the hearts of those from the Mo Clan to shudder.

He then inclined his head and stared at Feng Wuji. He only saw Feng Wuji frowning. Feng Wuji was unable to see through his cultivation base and how strong he was exactly.

"Capture him." Feng Wuji waved his hands. His attitude was arrogant, but he was also a very cautious person. Now that he felt a sense of threat from Qin Wentian, it would be best if he didn’t act himself.

"BOOM!" Qin Wentian soared up into the air. Feng Wuji’s expression sank as the devil-foundation in him actually felt a formless energy suppressing it. This was a suppression force originating from a higher-grade foundation.

Several experts appeared before him, rushing towards Qin Wentian. However, Qin Wentian merely slowly floated through the air while carrying Little Qing. As he stepped forth, he only spoke a single word, "Destroy!"

As the sound of his voice faded, many ancient characters radiating a fearsome destructive might appeared. All of them transformed into ancient halberds that shot through the air.

"Pu, pu, pu..." Those people rushing towards Qin Wentian all died in a single strike.

Upon seeing this scene, Feng Wuji’s countenance changed again. He wanted to retreat, yet Qin Wentian merely grabbed his hand out towards the air. A terrifying huge palm imprint manifested, directly grabbing hold of him, tyrannical to the extreme.

"Elder sis, save me!" Feng Wuji screamed. How could this man be so powerful? He had a cultivation base at the fifth-level, yet he actually couldn’t withstand a single strike?

Feng Qingyu acted the moment Qin Wentian moved. Her expression was glacial, as a blood-colored might circulated wildly around her, causing her to resemble a god of killing.

"Release him." Feng Qingyu stared at Qin Wentian, her face was as cold as ice.

"Disciples from the Blackstone Devil Sect?" Qin Wentian stared at Feng Qingyu and the two others as he asked.

"Since you know who we are, how dare you not release him yet," Feng Qingyu’s voice contained a compelling imposingness.

Qin Wentian turned his gaze onto the the palm imprint holding Feng Wuji. Feng Wuji coldly added, "If you dare to touch me, you and that little lass will suffer a life worse than death!"

"I heard that according the rules on the Myriad Devil Islands, the moment I kill you, I would replace you in your position?" Qin Wentian turned back to Feng Qingyu as he spoke. The moment his voice rang out, silence descended everywhere.

The people from the Mo Clan felt their hearts pounding. Such a calm voice, yet the words spoken were filled with such arrogance.

If he killed Feng Qingyu, he would replace her?

"If this is the case, why am I still keeping you alive?" Qin Wentian then glanced at Feng Wuji again. In that instant, Feng Wuji’s face was painted with despair. The giant palm imprint squeezed violently and Feng Wuji’s body shattered completely, dying right away. Most probably, even Feng Wuji himself would never have imagined that he would die like that.

The people below also didn’t expect that the devil-like Feng Wuji was actually killed in such a domineering manner by someone, in the face of Feng Qingyu.

Feng Qingyu wasn’t that affected. Other than some anger, she was actually filled with wariness.

After all, this Qin Wentian wanted to kill her to replace her position.

"If you two wish to act as well, I don’t mind taking care of all three at the same time. It’s just that how it wouldn’t be too good if I took over three of your positions with me just being alone right?" Qin Wentian glanced at the two fellow disciples of Feng Qingyu. Those two had an expression of interest on their faces. What an arrogant fellow.

"If you can kill Qingyu, we will naturally be fellow disciples. But if you can’t kill her, just leave your life behind." One of the disciples laughed. The two of them actually stepped backward, having no intentions of helping Feng Qingyu.

This, must be the unique aspect of devil path cultivators.

For such a matter, it was actually extremely commonly seen. Devil cultivators only recognized strength.

"Chi..." Feng Qingyu suddenly moved, but she didn’t rush towards Qin Wentian and was rushing towards Madam Mo instead. The terrifying blood-colored light instantly shot out, wanting to devour Madam Mo.

Devil cultivators wouldn’t care about rules of combat and their methods were ruthless, they didn’t mind doing anything to achieve their objectives.

Qin Wentian’s countenance changed. He instantly appeared before Madam Mo as a fearsome light radiated from him, enveloping Madam Mo. When Feng Qingyu saw this, an extremely cold look appeared on her face, "Immortal realm cultivator."

At this moment, the power released by Qin Wentian wasn’t devil might. It was immortal energy. This man came from the immortal realms.

"So? Can’t cultivators from the immortal realms choose the path of devils?" Qin Wentian placed Little Qing next to Madam Mo. He inclined his head and stared at Feng Qingyu, who was surrounded by the blood-colored light.

"I still thought you would bring them both to fight with me." Feng Qingyu coldly spoke.

"Do I even need to move to kill you?" Law energy erupted from Qin Wentian. He pointed his finger forward and instantly, a burst of fearsome sword might gushed forth. Boundless ancient characters representing ’sword’ floated up in the skies, engulfing everything.

"BOOM!" A terrifying gigantic blood python appeared, its eyes gleaming with darkness. Feng Qingyu pushed forth with her pam as the gigantic python lunged over to Qin Wentian.

With a wave of his hand, a screen of swords appeared, formed of sword law energy. A gigantic sword rune appeared in the air, slashing forth, generating a sword river that tore apart everything. Feng Qingyu’s countenance turned as pale as paper. She gritted her teeth and actually transformed into a beam of blood-colored light, wanting to flee.

"KILL!" Qin Wentian stabbed out with his finger once more. The sword river slashed through the void, splitting the blood-colored light apart. A bloody line opened up in the center of Feng Qingyu’s forehead. Her eyes were filled with reluctance as she stared at Qin Wentian but a moment later, her body directly fell down, sliced into bits, dying instantly.

The other two disciples from the Blackstone Devil Sect had heavy-looking expressions on their faces. The cultivation base of this person was equivalent to the seventh-level of devil-foundation, yet his combat prowess was so terrifying. Feng Qingyu didn’t even have a chance to escape.

The people of the Feng Clan all froze in dead silence. Feng Qingyu and Feng Wuji were killed today just like that. Was the Feng Clan still the Feng Clan?

The people of Mo Clan felt their hearts trembling even more intensely. Especially for old man Mo whose cultivation base was crippled. He thought back to the words spoken by Qin Wentian earlier. ’You can’t afford to antagonize him. But, can you afford to antagonize me?’

Originally, nothing would have happened to them. However, they made the wrong choice, resulting in him being crippled.

At this moment, one could very well imagine how much pain his heart was in.

"Now, am I considered a disciple of the Blackstone Devil Sect?" Qin Wentian glanced at the two as he asked.

"Naturally. As long as you are willing, you can return back to the sect together with us now." One of them nodded. Qin Wentian’s body slowly rose through the air and at this instant, the gazes which everyone regarded him with, changed.

After this battle, he replaced Feng Qingyu, becoming a disciple of the Blackstone Devil Sect.

"How do we settle things here?" Qin Wentian asked.

"No worries." One of the other disciples glanced at the people of the Feng Clan and commanded, "Go and tell your clan lord that nobody is allowed to touch this little lass and her family from now on, or the Feng Clan would be completely annihilated."

"Yes." The person trembled even more violently with his head lowered, his expression ashen.

The Feng Clan, was no longer the Feng Clan.

"Mister, are you going to leave already?" Little Qing pulled on Qin Wentian’s sleeve as she asked.

"Mhm, Little Qing. I came here to cultivate and will have to leave naturally. In the future, you have to work hard in cultivation alright?" Qin Wentian tousled her hair as he spoke.

"Little Qing will cultivate hard for sure and grow to be as strong as Mr. Qin. If this is the case, I will be able to go to the devil sect to look for you then!" Little Qing smiled.

"Little lass." Qin Wentian also smiled. He turned his head to Madam Mo as he spoke, "Madam, take good care of Little Qing. I, Qin, will take my leave first. If there’s an opportunity to do so in the future, I will come back to see Little Qing again."

"Thank you." Madam Mo nodded. She knew that with that single sentence of Qin Wentian. No one else would dare to act against her and her daughter any longer.

"If something happens to them, both the Mo and Feng Clan will be buried together." Qin Wentian soared up, leaving behind a chilling sentence, as he left with the two other disciples from the Blackstone Devil Sect.

His purpose here was for the adjudication battle, and he naturally has to do the things he should do. The Blackstone Devil Sect was the strongest power on this island, and they, undoubtedly, are a source of strength he needed to borrow!

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