Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

"Why? How do you know the Wandering Dragon Bagua Palm of my Daoist School of Non-action?" Zhong Tiandao demanded.

The surrounding crowd hadn’t yet snapped out of their stupor. They couldn’t understand how Wen Qingye knew the Wandering Dragon Bagua Palm, let alone why his execution of it seemed even better than Zhong Tiandao’s.

This was especially true for Fangg Xin. His eyes were vacant, yet it seemed he was simultaneously gaining some profound insight into the technique Wen Qingye had just displayed.

Fang Yu’s jaw dropped. He exclaimed in astonishment, "Brother Wen actually knows our Daoist School of Non-action’s Wandering Dragon Bagua Palm, and he performs it even better than Brother Fangg!"

Wen Qingye now stood beside the purple Dao Pattern, his eyes fixated on the rotating figure within it.

"Wen Qingye, you’re courting death!"

Zhong Tiandao saw that Wen Qingye was ignoring him, his eyes glued to the Martial Arts within the Dao Pattern. At that, his anger finally boiled over.

The Primordial Qi in his body surged wildly into his arms. His meridians swelled like surging rivers and vast seas.

"Wandering Dragon Bagua Palm, Fifth Form! Ride of the Six Dragons!"

Zhong Tiandao thrust a palm at Wen Qingye, a killing blow completely different from his previous moves. It carried a boundless, ferocious killing intent, and his aura was far more condensed.

Wen Qingye finally pulled his gaze away and sneered, "I already gave you a lesson, but you still don’t know what’s good for you. In that case, don’t blame me for getting rough."

With that, Wen Qingye’s hands began to shift. No one could clearly follow the movements; the transformations were simply far too profound.

An aura began to rise from behind Wen Qingye, a suffocating, dark presence, as if something were about to emerge.

"Undying Seal Technique, Third Form! Yama’s Judgment of Yin and Yang!"

RUMBLE!

The Yama Hall finally manifested behind him. It exuded a repressive, sinister aura, surrounded by wisps of Evil Qi and the wails of resentful spirits.

The seal in Wen Qingye’s hands gradually materialized before he sent it flying toward Zhong Tiandao with a push of his palm.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The fierce explosions echoed as the violent blast of Primordial Qi dispersed the boundless clouds around them.

Wen Qingye stood firm in the sky, wild winds whipping his hair about his face. Ahead, Zhong Tiandao’s robes were shredded and he looked utterly wretched, revealing a tight-fitting cyan garment beneath.

"Heavens, isn’t that the legendary Magical Artifact?"

"The Cyan Brocade Robe! That’s a Spirit-Grade Magical Artifact from the Daoist School of Non-action! To think Zhong Tiandao is wearing that Supreme Treasure!"

"I can’t believe the Daoist School of Non-action actually gave that robe to Zhong Tiandao. With that, who here can possibly defeat him?"

The surrounding crowd was shocked beyond words upon seeing the cyan robe on Zhong Tiandao.

Zhong Tiandao looked at Wen Qingye and laughed heartily. "With this Cyan Brocade Robe, Wen Qingye, do you still think you’re my opponent? Are you feeling a sharp pain in your chest? That’s right! That’s the reflective damage from the Cyan Brocade Robe!"

"Is that so, Zhong Tiandao?" Wen Qingye sneered.

Zhong Tiandao threw his head back, his figure seeming to be etched into the very sky. A profound aura began to twist and swirl behind him, looking as if it might tear the void asunder.

Wen Qingye’s eyes twitched. He was startled. ’This Martial Art? What a terrifying aura.’

’This Martial Art of Zhong Tiandao’s is definitely not ordinary. It’s just that the move he’s using is incomplete; he hasn’t even scratched the surface.’

"Now, I’ll let you witness the Martial Arts I comprehended from the Traceless Wall!"

With that, Zhong Tiandao stepped forward. The void trembled as a monstrous aura pressed down, rushing toward Wen Qingye.

Wen Qingye, standing before him, was like a lone man standing against the ocean, about to be submerged and swept away by an endless tide.

"Dao Forty-four!"

BOOM!

The aura swelled, and it seemed as if Wen Qingye was completely submerged. From a distance, his presence seemed to have been severed, vanishing without a trace.

"This aura... It’s too strong." Sima Feng couldn’t help but give a wry smile as he looked at Zhong Tiandao’s form, seemingly etched into the sky.

Su Qingyun’s expression darkened. She frowned, thinking, ’Dao Forty-four... What kind of Martial Arts is that?’

She had just managed to defeat a group of besieging masters at the Ninth Heaven of the Yin-Yang Realm to obtain a blue Dao Pattern—a Mid-Level Emperor Grade Martial Art—when she felt that overwhelming, immense aura wash over the area.

A chill ran through the hearts of the crowd. The aura was simply too strong—frighteningly so. They had never witnessed such a terrifying Martial Art.

Some even looked upon Wen Qingye, who was now completely engulfed by that endless aura, with a hint of pity in their eyes.

But in the next moment!

The crowd felt a sliver of golden light seeping out as if from a crack. The light was incredibly domineering and sharp.

"Fifth Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Sword Dominator of the World!"

A colossal sword edge slashed out from the void, striking the weakest point and punching a hole straight through the endless aura.

Then, Wen Qingye’s figure shot into the sky. A boundless shockwave of Primordial Qi erupted, blasting toward the distant Zhong Tiandao.

"Cangyun Ten Directions!"

Cangyun Ten Directions was the Martial Art from the Dao Pattern he had been observing. It was a peculiar technique that used vibrations of Primordial Qi to kill, which happened to be perfect for bypassing the defense of Zhong Tiandao’s Cyan Brocade Robe.

BANG!

The boundless Primordial Qi slammed into Zhong Tiandao. He immediately felt his Qi Sea roil, and a sweet, metallic taste filled his mouth before he violently spat out a spray of scarlet blood. His body immediately plummeted downwards.

He crashed into the ground, gouging out a massive crater.

Gu Xu looked up at Wen Qingye in the sky and said, stunned, "That Martial Art... Isn’t that the one from the Dao Pattern I’m trying to comprehend right now?"

Wen Qingye had unleashed the very Martial Art he and Zhong Tiandao had been contending for.

"Could it be...?" The crowd couldn’t help but connect the dots. Although it seemed impossible, the facts before their very eyes forced them to believe.

"Is Wen Qingye that monstrously talented? He learned an Emperor-Grade Martial Art just by looking at it?"

"A genius. People used to call me a genius, but now, seeing Wen Qingye, I finally know what a true genius is."

...

All eyes were on Wen Qingye, who seemed to radiate boundless light. In his presence, all other so-called geniuses lost their luster. Who among them could possibly compare to someone who could grasp the Profound Mysteries of an Emperor-Grade Martial Art with a single glance?

The Great Wilderness Ancient Stele had long since stopped emitting Dao Patterns. While Wen Qingye and Zhong Tiandao had been fighting, nearly everyone else present had managed to gain something.

Cao Yun and Shil Tianlong had joined forces to snatch one Dao Pattern for a Mid-Level Emperor Grade Martial Art and another for a Junior-Level Emperor Grade Martial Art from several other experts.

Only the members of the Jade Maiden Sect, blocked by Gu Xu and Muxue, came away with nothing.

Luu Fangliang and Sima Feng had each defeated masters ranked twenty-second and twenty-sixth on the Cyan Cloud List, respectively, both securing a Dao Pattern for a Mid-Level Emperor Grade Martial Art.

Weii Xiaoxiao, Jun Buwu, the people from Baoling Temple and the Daoist School of Non-action, and members from various other nations and sects had all managed to obtain something.

Just as the disciples of the Daoist School of Non-action were helping the unconscious Zhong Tiandao, another sharp sound suddenly cut through the air, causing everyone to look up instinctively.

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