Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

"Hahahaha, kill me?" Xu Houcai gave Wen Qingye a hard look before bursting into laughter.

Wen Qingye said expressionlessly, "What, you don’t believe me?"

"I don’t," Xu Houcai said, shaking his head with a smile.

Xu Houcai was already grievously wounded, but he was confident that Wen Qingye, with his Yin Yang Realm Eighth Layer Heaven cultivation, was still no match for him. After all, he was an expert of the Ninth Heaven of Yin Yang Realm.

’It will only take one sword!’

"Azure Wave!"

The One Thought Sword shot out like a cascade of cold moonlight. Its shimmering brilliance stung the eyes of the crowd. Like a fleeting aurora, the blade swept past, seemingly carrying within it thousands of Sword Auras.

"Second Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Massacre!"

Golden light instantly filled the air as the aura of an Emperor surged forth. The Heart Spirit of everyone present trembled violently, and their gazes were drawn to the golden glow.

"Massacre!"

"Massac..."

"Massa..."

The Sword Aura seemed to carry thousands of bellowing voices, a deafening cry that shook the nine heavens and tore through the already unquiet night.

When Xu Houcai saw Wen Qingye’s fierce Sword Aura, his expression changed drastically. His entire body swelled as Primordial Qi surged frantically into his arms, his bones emitting a series of sharp CRACKS.

"Long Night Seven-Star Fist!"

Xu Houcai waved his arms repeatedly, throwing a punch that sent ceaseless vibrations through the air, which spread outwards in ripples. But he hadn’t thrown just one punch; he had thrown seven.

The force of the seven punches linked together, creating an overwhelmingly tyrannical power. It was far more than simply throwing seven individual punches. The Fist Forces stacked one upon another like tidal waves, each surge of momentum building on the last.

BOOM!

The onlookers saw only the golden light intensify. The two figures seemed to intersect for a moment before parting ways.

SPURT!

Suddenly, a torrent of crimson blood erupted from Xu Houcai’s neck like a fountain. With a THUD, his body collapsed to the ground, devoid of life.

Wen Qingye stood, sword in one hand. He glanced at a small speck of black light in his other hand before turning to face Bai Chen.

"Gods! Xu Houcai is dead!"

"Incredible! He’s too strong!"

"He killed Xu Houcai with a single strike! Even though Xu Houcai was already badly hurt, it proves this man is no simple character."

"Sword Emperor Technique... He’s Wen Qingye of the Celestial Profound Sect!"

Someone in the crowd, upon recognizing Wen Qingye’s Swordsmanship, suddenly cried out.

Jiangshan Guest’s eyes grew cold, and he spoke with boundless chill, "It seems not all the people from the Celestial Profound Sect who came this time are trash."

Nangong Xin stared, dumbfounded, at Wen Qingye, who remained as composed and graceful as ever!

Wangg Xin was stunned!

Tao Liuu was also stunned!

Even Wul Hua couldn’t help but reveal a wry smile.

Zou Lin’s brows furrowed in concentration. "So this Wen Qingye is the Celestial Profound Sect’s most powerful disciple. Truly unbelievable."

Qiann Rong drew in a sharp breath. "That strike was too powerful, so much so it was suffocating. He truly lives up to his name as the genius with ninety-nine consecutive wins on the Qinglan Platform."

Wen Qingye hadn’t wanted to kill Xu Houcai, but he knew that ruthlessness and slaughter were sometimes necessary. Since Xu Houcai came to seize the Heart-Seeking Seed, he should have been prepared to die.

At that moment, Bai Chen was surrounded by two masters at the Eighth Heaven of the Yin-Yang Realm and one at the Ninth Heaven. Yangg Yi, who had come to his aid, was also trapped.

Holding his sword in one hand, Wen Qingye started walking toward Bai Chen.

SWISH SWISH!

Suddenly, a fierce and tyrannical aura swept toward Wen Qingye’s neck. Both the angle of attack and the skill behind the blade were top-tier.

The onlookers were horrified, a chill running down their spines. ’What would I do if I were in his shoes?’ they wondered. Their minds raced, but they all arrived at the same conclusion: death!

However, Wen Qingye’s reaction defied everyone’s expectations. As if he had anticipated the attack, he bent sharply at the waist. In the same motion, his sword glided toward his attacker.

RIIIP!

The crowd heard the sound of tearing fabric and saw the afterimage of a figure rapidly retreating.

Jiangshan Guest leaped back in haste, his eyes fixed on Wen Qingye with lingering fear. He was horrified. ’In my forty-plus years, I’ve never seen reaction speed like this kid’s.’

Jiangshan Guest steadied himself and gave a sinister chuckle. "Quick reflexes, kid. You’re certainly different from that other bunch of trash. I’m just curious, though. The Celestial Profound Sect should have a few masters at the Peak of Yin-Yang Realm. How come none of them showed up?"

Hearing Jiangshan Guest’s words, the surrounding Celestial Profound Sect disciples grew angry, clenching their fists. Yanm Chongwen and Nangong Xin, in particular, had ashen faces.

It was true that the Celestial Profound Sect had several other formidable Core Disciples at the Peak of Yin-Yang Realm; they simply hadn’t come to the Luo Family’s estate.

Wen Qingye remained silent, his eyes utterly devoid of emotion. True killing intent was now stirring in his heart. If not for his quick reflexes, that last strike would have been fatal.

’This kid’s something else,’ Jiangshan Guest thought, frowning. ’To remain as calm as Still Water even after that... He’s no simple character.’

"Actually, I didn’t come for the Heart-Seeking Seed," Jiangshan Guest said with a grin. "I came here to kill someone. Don’t you want to know who?"

Just then, Wen Qingye, who had been silent all this time, finally moved his lips.

"All right. Your time is up."

As soon as Wen Qingye spoke, his sword trembled. Flecks of gold light flew from the blade as he swung, and a sky full of golden light rushed toward Jiangshan Guest, swift as a gale and with unstoppable momentum.

The crowd couldn’t even see the Sword Body. They only caught a glimpse of a faint sword light that streaked past and vanished in a flash, followed by a blinding golden glare that stung their eyes.

"Time is up?"

Anger flared in Jiangshan Guest’s heart. The Long Saber in his hand flew from its sheath like a fierce dragon. A crimson Qi Aura erupted skyward, transforming into a ten-zhang-long, scorching-hot giant saber that cleaved down through the air.

The light of the sword was like the wind—Formless and Shadowless.

The moment Jiangshan Guest’s Saber Aura touched Wen Qingye’s Sword Qi, it was instantly shattered. Shocked, he retreated several steps, gripping the hilt of his Long Saber with both hands and continuously pouring his Primordial Qi into the weapon.

Infused with Jiangshan Guest’s Primordial Qi, the entire Long Saber began to glow with a red light. He then swung it again, slashing toward Wen Qingye’s advancing Sword Aura.

The crimson Saber Aura, fiery and exceptionally tyrannical, instantly sliced Wen Qingye’s Sword Aura in half.

"Kid, you think someone like you can kill me? Hahaha..."

Jiangshan Guest roared with laughter, but in the next instant, it died in his throat. Wen Qingye had somehow closed the distance, appearing before him like a phantom. His eyes were chilling—so cold they struck terror into Jiangshan Guest’s heart.

SWOOSH!

No one saw the sword move. An extreme Sword Aura clung to the blade, surging forward with Wen Qingye’s every step.

"First Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Proud Sword!"

When sharpness reaches its absolute limit, it becomes excruciating. Jiangshan Guest was finally experiencing this firsthand.

He raised his saber. Its red light blazed brilliantly, taking the form of a giant, fire-breathing beast that charged at Wen Qingye with a wild roar.

"Fire Saber Technique!"

The ferocious beast let out a huge roar toward the heavens, its form seeming to solidify.

The golden Sword Aura shot forward. In less than the blink of an eye, it reached the beast and plunged directly into its flesh.

"AH!"

Terror grew unabated in Jiangshan Guest’s heart. As his vision was completely filled by the golden light, he let out a world-shaking scream.

CRASH!

It might have been an instant, or it might have been an eternity. All the crowd saw was Wen Qingye putting away his sword.

A headless corpse toppled to the ground with a THUD.

"THUMP!"

A moment later, Jiangshan Guest’s head landed heavily on the ground. His eyes were wide open, still containing a trace of terror. Even though many in the crowd were killers themselves, a chill went through their hearts. Their eyes were drawn, as if by instinct, to the silent young man.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!