Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Following that, many more experts came forth. All of them were masters presiding over Qinglan Hall, but without exception, every single one was defeated by Wen Qingye.

The seventh match—another victory!

Sweat slowly trickled down Wen Qingye’s forehead. His sword was still steaming, wisps of white smoke drifting from the blade.

The Ice Python flickered its tongue, its form appearing in Wen Qingye’s Sea of Consciousness. "I have a feeling that if you keep fighting, you’ll lose from exhaustion."

"This is exactly what I want," Wen Qingye said nonchalantly. "I’m going to use them to help me break through to the Yin Yang Realm Eighth Layer Heaven."

The Ice Python said worriedly, "I see. But this is dangerous. If you use them to break through, they might try to kill you at the critical moment."

"Hahaha, then we’ll just have to see if they’re strong enough," Wen Qingye laughed, unconcerned.

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"Eighty-seven matches... Wen Qingye has won eighty-seven matches in a row," Zhou Qing murmured, gazing at Wen Qingye’s back.

Zhou Sheng’s eyes were filled with admiration as he looked at Wen Qingye. "Sister Qing, I’m completely in awe of him now. He’s so incredible, it’s like he’s a god."

Zhou Ying said nothing, but a strange light glinted in her eyes.

Just then, a monk slowly walked up from below the stage.

"You’re Jieming?" Wen Qingye asked, as if recalling something.

Jieming looked at Wen Qingye and smiled. "Yes, that’s right. Benefactor, although your cultivation is not particularly high, your Primordial Qi is incredibly profound, and your strength is extraordinary. I especially admire your Swordsmanship and your Swordsmanship Martial Arts."

Wen Qingye met Jieming’s gaze and chuckled softly. "Is there anything else you want to say? Go on."

Jieming put his palms together and spoke slowly. "Nothing more. I just hope that if I defeat you, the grievances on this stage will not carry over into personal grudges. What do you say?"

"You defeat me? Hahahaha!" Wen Qingye threw his head back and laughed, his black hair whipping wildly as he stood as straight as a spear.

Jieming frowned. "You don’t believe me, Benefactor?"

CLANG!

"I won’t need a sword to deal with you. How’s that?" Wen Qingye’s sword slammed into the ground, letting out a fierce metallic cry.

"You dare look down on me?" Jieming’s expression changed abruptly as he roared in anger.

Wen Qingye smiled faintly. "Show me what you’ve got. Don’t disappoint me."

"Arrogant and ignorant! Then I’ll let you experience the Martial Arts of my Baoling Temple!"

BOOM!

Jieming stomped his foot, and the entire arena seemed to tremble violently.

Bits of gravel scattered from under his feet. Everywhere he passed, he left clear footprints on the hard Cyan Stone floor.

Jieming charged toward Wen Qingye.

He shot forward in a straight line, his momentum surging as he radiated a brilliant light, looking like a vajra guardian. He raised a hand, cyan energy gathering around his Palm Seal, and struck at Wen Qingye.

Wen Qingye stood perfectly still, not moving an inch.

"Cyan Leaf Palm!"

Jieming roared, leaping into the air as a gale billowed his robes. His Palm Seal descended like Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain, crushing the very space it passed through. A violent cyclone of air blasted outward in all directions.

This Cyan Leaf Palm was a Peak of King Grade Martial Arts, a unique technique of Baoling Temple that required studying a vast amount of scripture to cultivate.

Wen Qingye watched the approaching Jieming with a cold expression. With a jolt, his Primordial Qi surged in all directions as he struck out with his own palm.

SMACK!

A soft sound rang out.

Wen Qingye’s figure was like a boulder, completely unmoved.

Within half a zhang of his feet, there wasn’t even a gust of wind, but beyond that range, the stone floor instantly shattered and broke apart.

Stone fragments flew everywhere. Jieming’s Palm Seal had gouged a three-inch-deep layer from the ground, leaving it covered in shocking cracks as if hacked by countless blades.

Jieming was sent flying backward by the force of the palm strike.

A wave of shocked gasps rose from the crowd.

Although everyone knew Jieming hadn’t used his full strength in that palm strike, the powerful Martial Arts of Baoling Temple, combined with his cultivation at the Ninth Heaven of Yin Yang Realm, was still formidable.

But Wen Qingye’s performance was even more astounding. With a seemingly effortless strike, he had sent Jieming flying. Not only that, but his body hadn’t moved an inch, and without releasing any aura, he had completely neutralized the force of the attack within half a zhang of himself.

Wen Qingye’s cultivation was only at the Yin Yang Realm Seventh Layer Heaven, but his strength had clearly reached an unfathomable level.

After clashing palms with Wen Qingye, Jieming finally understood his opponent’s terrifying nature. Even after so many consecutive battles, his Primordial Qi was still not depleted.

Moreover, his body was like a primordial mountain, towering and majestic, while he himself felt tiny, looking up at this magnificent wonder.

Jieming gritted his teeth, steadied himself, and a brilliant golden light suffused with Buddhist principles emerged around his body. Unlike Wen Qingye’s domineering and dignified aura, this golden light was gentle.

"Illusory Leaf Palm!"

In an instant, hundreds, even thousands, of palm phantoms appeared in the sky, seeming to blot out the sun.

Wen Qingye watched the sky full of palm phantoms with perfect composure. Violent Primordial Qi overflowed from his palms, and a giant Eight Trigrams Yin Yang Fish appeared behind him, constantly spinning.

"Undying Seal Technique, Second Form! Separation and Death Shatter the Heart!"

The Seal Technique condensed between Wen Qingye’s hands as the Eight Trigrams Yin Yang Fish continued to spin.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Wen Qingye thrust his palms toward the sky full of phantoms, and the sound of shattering space reverberated through the air.

Immediately after, a series of sharp cracks echoed from the sky. Jieming’s previously swift figure faltered instantly. He became unsteady, stumbling backward.

Another tsunami of gasps erupted from the surroundings.

Jieming only managed to stop himself after retreating a full three zhang.

He put his palms together, his voice rumbling like thunder, shaking the hearts of all who heard it. A halo slowly materialized above his head, radiating a light of great wisdom and compassion.

Behind Jieming, the image of a golden Buddha appeared. It was like a residual phantom, hazy and extremely indistinct, but even so, the entire arena was filled with a supreme pressure that bore down on Wen Qingye.

Wen Qingye remained unfazed, standing firm in the center of the arena.

BOOM!

With a sudden, explosive sound, everyone saw a massive palace appear behind Wen Qingye. It seemed as vast as the sky itself, surrounded by drifting, Netherworld-like black qi. Numerous Vengeful Ghosts shrieked strangely around it.

"Undying Seal Technique, Third Form! Judging Yin and Yang in Yama Hall!"

As Yama Hall rose, the surrounding sky instantly darkened, and an aura powerful enough to shake the Nine Heavens emerged.

"Heavens, what on earth is this Martial Arts technique?"

"What is that structure? Why do I feel like I’m trembling just looking at that palace?"

"Emperor-grade High-level Martial Arts! It has to be at least an Emperor-grade High-level Martial Arts!"

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