Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Wen Qingye had hardly said a word from the very beginning. His gaze rested calmly on Huang Zhentian and the others from Taiyi Pavilion ahead.

’Taiyi Pavilion’s influence is indeed formidable,’ he mused. ’To destroy them, I must first clip their wings.’

But destroying Taiyi Pavilion or clipping its wings were both incredibly difficult tasks. The Celestial Profound Sect and its allies, however, were undoubtedly the sharpest sword for the job.

At that moment, Huang Zhentian’s eyes twitched. He gave a subtle signal to the men from the Heaven-Burying Sect beside him. They had been itching for a fight, and upon receiving his glance, they acted as if they’d been given a royal decree, charging madly toward Wen Qingye.

"Wen Qingye, die!"

"Your life is mine!"

Of the four charging assailants, two had cultivation at the Peak of the Eighth Layer of Yin Yang Realm, and two were masters who had just entered the Ninth Heaven of Yin Yang Realm. These four were indeed masters from the Heaven-Burying Sect, and they worked together with perfect coordination.

Wen Qingye remained perfectly composed, his eyes as tranquil as an ancient well, showing not a flicker of change.

"Watch out!"

Several cries of alarm rang out beside him.

But the moment the four of them reached him, Wen Qingye’s arm moved.

More than ninety percent of the people present saw only a flash of cold light. After that, they saw nothing more.

SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK...

The sound of several tearing blood vessels pierced everyone’s ears. Beautiful, vibrant sprays of blood danced in the air, making hearts shudder.

THUD!

The four of them collapsed to the ground at almost the same instant.

Four kills with a single move!

Seeing this, the surrounding crowd couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

Strong!

So strong!

It had looked like a single sword strike, but Wen Qingye had actually unleashed several in secret, each one slitting the throats of the four assailants. His speed was just too incredible.

At this, Hankong finally tore his gaze from the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele. He looked over, then began to walk toward them step by step.

"Wen Qingye, allow me to be the one to test you!" Muxue roared. His body flickered, and he threw a devastating punch at Wen Qingye.

The crowd trembled at the sight.

Someone from Thousand Mountains had made a move!

WHOOSH!

Just as Muxue was about to reach Wen Qingye, a streak of ice-blue light seemed to cut through the sky, striking heavily toward him.

Startled, Muxue’s body jerked back as he hastily retreated.

CLANG!

Where Muxue had just stood, a silver-white long spear was now embedded deeply in the ground. It gleamed under the sunlight and emitted a strange hum.

A figure slowly descended beside the Long Spear. His eyes were cold and colorless as he stated flatly, "Your opponent is me."

"Who are you?" Huang Zhentian demanded, his brows knitting together. He could tell the newcomer’s skills were extraordinary.

Luu Fangliang didn’t answer. He snatched the Long Spear from the ground and aimed its tip directly at Muxue.

Seeing Luu Fangliang’s cold indifference, Muxue flew into a rage. "Kid, I’ll show you the might of Thousand Mountains!"

The moment he finished speaking, a vigorous, boundless aura erupted from his back. Soon, the image of a towering mountain, as if standing against the sky itself, materialized behind him.

"Thousand Mountains and Hundred Illusions!"

Muxue threw a punch, gathering his power. The giant mountain behind him seemed to tremble, and countless fist phantoms filled the sky. The compressed Primordial Qi let out a series of roars, the mix of real and illusory attacks dazzling to the eye.

A light flashed in Luu Fangliang’s cold eyes. The Cold Spear in his hand was like a shattered star. He thrust it forward, fast as an arc of light, with an aura powerful enough to shatter a river of stars.

"Cold Radiance Shattered Star!"

A spear’s shadow, born of starlight, surged toward Muxue. It carried the boundless, pervasive momentum of a meteor crashing into the earth.

BOOM!

In the air, the ray of starlight shot toward one of the fist phantoms, erupting in a blinding flash of light.

Muxue stumbled back four or five steps, his face stunned. "How did you see my true form?"

"You’re too weak," Luu Fangliang said coldly.

"You!" As a disciple of Thousand Mountains, Muxue had never suffered such an insult. He flew into a blind rage and charged directly at Luu Fangliang.

Luu Fangliang showed no fear. He raised his Silver Spear and charged to meet Muxue.

Their figures flickered as they fought, the air ringing with the sounds of their clashing Primordial Qi.

"Weren’t you the one who wanted to kill me? Come on, then."

Wen Qingye took a step forward and looked at Huang Zhentian.

’To be honest, my strength is less than Jiang Wu’s,’ Huang Zhentian thought. ’And Jiang Wu died at Wen Qingye’s hands. If I go up there, can I possibly survive?’ At this thought, Huang Zhentian remained silent.

With Huang Zhentian’s silence, not a single person present dared to make a move against Wen Qingye.

Zhu Yan saw Hankong approaching from a distance and couldn’t help but smile. "There’s no need for the Cold Venerable to intervene," he said. "I’ll be your opponent!"

’Wen Qingye’s strength is formidable, and his momentum is at its peak,’ Zhu Yan thought. ’If I defeat him, not only will I make a name for myself, but I’ll also curry favor with Taiyi Pavilion. Why wouldn’t I take this chance?’

"That Zhu Yan is truly despicable," Yanr Yuhuan said through gritted teeth upon seeing him.

Pei Yuan nodded in agreement. "He’s shameless. If it weren’t for Big Sister back then, how could he have gotten his hands on that Life and Death Realm expert’s treasure? I can’t believe he just abandoned her after he got it."

"Don’t say any more. Everyone makes their own choices. I don’t blame him," Liu Jingwen said, shaking her head. She then looked toward the two combatants preparing to fight. "I’m just... afraid..."

"If you want to fight me, first be prepared to die," Wen Qingye said with a faint smile.

Zhu Yan sneered, "Die? I won’t be the one dying."

"Let’s hope not," Wen Qingye said. With a SHING, the One Thought Sword was unsheathed. He slowly walked toward Zhu Yan and added with a light smile, "I’ll give you three moves."

"Give me three moves? Hahahaha!" Zhu Yan burst out laughing.

The onlookers exchanged glances, not saying a word. ’Is Wen Qingye being too confident?’

Zhu Yan also started walking toward Wen Qingye. The surrounding crowd retreated slightly, giving the two of them space to fight.

Unless absolutely necessary, no one wanted to trigger a full-blown battle.

The two men walked toward each other at the same time, their rhythm and pace perfectly in sync.

The look in Zhu Yan’s eyes as he watched Wen Qingye grew increasingly intense.

Suddenly!

Just as Wen Qingye took his seventh step, Zhu Yan charged. The fan in his hand fluttered up and down, sending a flurry of illusory fan shadows pouncing erratically toward Wen Qingye, like a bag full of butterflies that had suddenly been torn open.

As the fan shadows came at him, Wen Qingye didn’t even blink.

"Break!"

Wen Qingye lowered his stance, then lunged forward with a sudden Sword Slash.

PFFT!

The sword strike found the weakest point among the countless fan shadows. It was a single point breaking through a wide surface. The golden Sword Aura easily cut through to Zhu Yan, moving with incredible speed.

Su Qingyun felt a jolt run through him. "This Wen Qingye is getting stronger and stronger," he said slowly. "His sword is getting faster and faster."

"Yes, this Wen Qingye is truly remarkable," Su Ding agreed with a serious nod.

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