Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

The members of the Zhou Family all fell silent. Wen Qingye was about their age and came from a small country, yet his strength was immense. The gulf between them was so vast it was almost impossible to believe.

Sweat began to bead on the Steward’s forehead. He was frantic. ’This kid is actually this strong? He’s completely exceeded my expectations.’

The Fourth Platform.

First match, victory!

Second match, victory!

......

Tenth match, victory!

Wen Qingye fought another three opponents in a row, but without exception, each one was defeated in a single move.

Amidst the crowd’s gasps and shouts, Wen Qingye finally reached the Fifth Platform. It was extremely wide, with more than enough room for two combatants.

Wen Qingye stood on the platform, listening to the surrounding crowd’s chatter.

"That newcomer is incredible. He made it all the way to the Fifth Platform!"

"What’s his name? Where is he from?"

"I think his name is Wen Qingye."

"Wen Qingye? That name sounds vaguely familiar... I think I heard it in the Jinfeng Ancient Country."

"The Jinfeng Ancient Country? Is he an expert from there?"

"The way I see it, he’s strong enough to clear the Fifth Platform, but Qinglan Hall won’t let him do it that easily."

"Of course not. If he passes, Qinglan Hall will be the one taking the loss, won’t they? I just wonder what Wen Qingye put up for collateral."

At that moment, a sense of dread finally took root in the Steward’s heart. He couldn’t help but tremble at the thought of the three Emperor-Grade Martial Arts.

"Zhang Guanshi, what is going on here?" Just then, a hoarse voice sounded from behind him. A man in cyan robes approached, his brow furrowed.

He wore a mask that obscured his features. His build was slender, and his aura was as tranquil as an azure cloud.

The Steward flinched and spun around, hastily addressing the man behind him. "Vice Hall Master, that kid has already reached the Fifth Platform! He’s incredibly strong—he’s been defeating every opponent in a single move!"

"What? A single move?" The Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall frowned upon hearing Zhang Guanshi’s words. "What did he put up as collateral?"

Zhang Guanshi’s heart hammered in his chest. He looked at the Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall in terror and stammered, "It’s..."

"What is it? Spit it out!" Seeing Zhang Guanshi’s hesitation, the Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall barked at him.

Zhang Guanshi bowed his head low and whispered, "Three... three Emperor-Grade Martial Arts."

BOOM!

The next moment!

Zhang Guanshi suddenly felt as if he had been plunged into the icy domain of the Nine Netherworld. A chill crept up from the depths of his being and seized his heart. In an instant, cold sweat poured down his face. The regret he felt was so intense he could have died from it.

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall. His tone was deceptively calm, yet utterly chilling. "You deserve to die."

"I..." Zhang Guanshi felt his strength leave him. His clothes were so soaked with sweat he looked as if he’d just been pulled from the water.

"What are you waiting for? Go get Huang Youwen for me! Now!"

"Yes, yes, yes! I’ll go get Lord Huang right now! I’m going!"

Only after watching Zhang Guanshi scurry away did the Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall slowly turn his gaze to the platform.

Wen Qingye stood with a serene expression, his hands clasped behind his back. His recent opponents had been nothing special; he had defeated them all in a single move.

"This Wen Qingye is the real deal. To defeat opponents in a single move, even on the Fifth Platform..."

"It’s terrifying. He looks so young, but his strength is immense. That last guy was an expert at the Sixth Level of Yin Yang Realm, and he was beaten in one move."

"The most crucial part is that he’s fought over fifty consecutive matches, yet he seems to have been holding back. He hasn’t used up much energy at all."

Soon, a massive crowd had gathered, surrounding the Fifth Platform so tightly that not even water could pass through. They all stared at Wen Qingye, pointing and murmuring in astonishment.

Zhou Sheng watched Wen Qingye on the Fifth Platform. "Sister Qing’Er," he said, "this Wen Qingye is really something. To be this dominant on the Fifth Platform, and at his age... his future is limitless."

"Too bad Sister Qing’Er doesn’t think he’s good enough," Zhou Yingg said with a nod, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Hearing Zhou Yingg’s words, Zhou Qing couldn’t help but shake her head and laugh. She snorted, "Hmph, Ying’Er, don’t think I don’t know what’s on your mind. This Wen Qingye wouldn’t be interested in you. Besides, he’s a far cry from Feng. I wouldn’t be interested in him either."

Zhou Yingg’s face turned livid at Zhou Qing’s words, but she didn’t dare talk back. Instead, she just snorted heavily through her nose and fell silent.

Wen Qingye stood on the Fifth Platform, gazing down at the crowd below. At that moment, he felt an incredibly powerful presence descend upon the stage. This aura was stronger than any he had faced on the platforms before—a surging power, like that of a supreme god of war.

Just then, a thin man with a sallow complexion walked onto the Fifth Platform. The immense presence was emanating from him.

The man looked at Wen Qingye and spoke earnestly. "So you’re the one with the forty-nine-win streak? You look very young. A pity you ran into me. Your streak ends here. You will forever remember this day—the day you lost at the hands of I, Huang Youwen."

After speaking, Huang Youwen released his aura—a crushing pressure like a mountain. The power of a peak Yin Yang Realm Eighth Layer Heaven expert was unleashed to its fullest, causing the very air to hiss and crackle.

Wen Qingye remained silent, and Huang Youwen continued, "You clearly don’t understand the situation. You think your forty-nine-win streak is impressive? Do you know what my streak was when I first came to the Qinglan Platform? Seventy-three wins, all the way to the Seventh Platform. Your so-called achievement is no threat to me. You are destined to fall by my hand; you don’t have the slightest chance of victory."

"You are young, and it’s a real shame you’ve been matched against me. My specialty is a Body Refining Magic Technique. My Fist Force is so powerful that even a Yin Yang Realm Eighth Layer Heaven Demon Beast wouldn’t faze me. To think they actually sent you up against me... pitiful, truly pitiful. You were a promising young man, but now you’ll be ruined by my hand. From now on, you’ll spend your days and nights trapped in nightmares, reliving your defeat."

Huang Youwen spoke calmly, without a hint of exaggeration. As far as he was concerned, he was simply stating facts.

This was absolute confidence, born from years of standing guard over the Qinglan Platform. He had defeated countless experts of the Yin Yang Realm Eighth Layer Heaven, and even some weaker Martial Artists from the Ninth Heaven of Yin Yang Realm. Such a record had long ago forged his unshakeable self-assurance.

Having finished his arrogant tirade, Huang Youwen’s body blurred as he shot toward Wen Qingye.

It had to be said, Huang Youwen did have some real skill. The instant he moved, he was as fast as a gale, as swift as lightning, and his passage seemed to leave the sound of a sonic boom in the air.

Suddenly, Huang Youwen shot into the air. With a slap of his palm, a force powerful enough to topple mountains and overturn seas crashed down.

Wen Qingye looked up at Huang Youwen, who was silhouetted against the sky. His expression remained as placid as still water, his brow holding a hint of nonchalance as he met the attack with a punch of his own.

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