Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Wen Qingye naturally sensed the terrifying aura coming from Sheng Ao's arm. A trace of doubt and curiosity appeared between his brows. 'Can this Bursting Law also be derived from the Slaying Immortal Sword Dao?'

At that moment, Sheng Ao's Fist Force had already rushed before him.

BANG!

Wen Qingye threw a casual punch. The air around them was violently shaken by the wind from their clashing fists, forming arcs of qi.

The powerful qi arcs blasted outward. Wen Qingye retreated several steps, seemingly having gained some insight.

"Black Flame Chaos!"

Sheng Ao's eyes seemed to flicker with black flames. A black cyclone on his arm intensified, its dark light dazzling as he threw another murderous punch.

His black arm seemed to transform into a ray of black light, shooting out explosively.

Wen Qingye punched out again. The moment his faint golden Primordial Qi touched the black Primordial Qi on Sheng Ao's arm, a tearing sensation continuously assaulted the faint golden Primordial Qi, which then suddenly exploded.

After two punches were exchanged, Sheng Ao had clearly gained the upper hand.

In an instant, the surrounding crowd was hit by the violent gale, unable to open their eyes.

'So strong!'

The surrounding crowd looked at Sheng Ao, a chill running through their hearts. 'Is this Sheng Ao's true strength?'

"Hahahaha, Wen Qingye, I'll blow you to bits with my next punch!"

Sheng Ao laughed loudly. He stretched his body, his fist once again glowing with black light. An extremely domineering fluctuation spread out slowly, like ripples on water.

"Black Flame Festival!"

From Sheng Ao's fist, black light suddenly surged out like a tide. A magnificent, boundless aura pressed down, and the black light clearly carried the Bursting Law.

"The Slaying Immortal Sword Dao can also comprehend the Bursting Law," Wen Qingye said, as if waking from deep contemplation. His eyes gradually turned to Sheng Ao, who was tearing through the air, and a trace of ecstatic joy appeared in his heart.

Another irrepressible gasp rang out from the crowd.

This punch from Sheng Ao was more than just a notch stronger than his previous two. It was as if it contained the sum of the Fist Force from both, its momentum reaching a new peak.

Wen Qingye's eyes remained completely unfazed. He suddenly extended his arm.

WHOOSH!

The next moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared before Wen Qingye and Sheng Ao. The shadow gradually solidified, looking like a massive iron gate surrounded by a strange, floating radiance.

As it stood there, all of Sheng Ao's momentum was instantly suppressed, reduced to nothing. He seemed so insignificant before this gate, like a single grain of sand.

This gate was called the Netherworld Gate.

"Undying Seal Technique, Fifth Form! Regret Before the Netherworld Gate!"

From before the Netherworld Gate, a Seal Technique seemed to cross over from the void, surging mightily toward Sheng Ao's Fist Force.

BOOM!

A visible shockwave of Primordial Qi spread out from Wen Qingye's arm, and a low, heart-pounding sound echoed.

"Hmph!"

Wen Qingye's cold voice seemed to descend from the nine heavens, reverberating as the Seal Technique's impact grew fiercer and faster.

DONG!

As the two forces collided, an explosive roar shot to the sky. It was like a heavy hammer striking everyone's hearts. Some people at the First and Second Layer Heavens of the Destruction Realm turned pale and rapidly retreated.

The shockwave roiled, churning up the heavens. After an unknown amount of time, Sheng Ao's wretched figure was gradually revealed. He landed on the ground and skidded back for several yards before steadying himself.

UPROAR!

The Three Pristine Platform instantly erupted in waves of astonished cries. No one had expected Wen Qingye to turn the tables in an instant with his counterattack.

"I told you before, don't get too carried away. It seems you didn't remember my words," Wen Qingye said faintly, his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed at the distant Sheng Ao, whose face was thunderous.

"You think you can beat me with a single punch? You're not worthy."

Watching the two rivals confront each other, the crowd collectively drew a sharp breath and fell silent.

Sheng Ao's eyes were dark and fierce as he glared at Wen Qingye, filled with furious flames. He stepped forward, one step at a time, his chilling voice thick with Vengeful Spirit.

"Carried away? I'll show you what it really means to be carried away."

After Sheng Ao spoke, his body shuddered, and boundless Primordial Qi seemed to erupt toward the heavens. Dozens of strange pillars of light appeared around him.

These pillars of light stood all around Sheng Ao, their brilliant, dazzling radiance shooting straight into the sky, as if piercing the clouds.

Following the appearance of the pillars of light, Sheng Ao's aura began to skyrocket.

It was the aura of the Destruction Realm Sixth Layer Heaven.

"That's a Secret Skill Sheng Ao obtained, the Ten Directions Cloud Shaking Skill. It can temporarily boost his cultivation without any side effects."

Many people in the surroundings whispered this, their eyes filled with extreme envy.

Wen Qingye watched the pillars of light begin to spin around him, his calm eyes never wavering. While no one was paying attention, his palm began to slowly clench into a fist.

The moment Wen Qingye's fist clenched, the strands of hair at his temples began to dance wildly. The surrounding faint golden Primordial Qi started to flow continuously around him.

The depth of Wen Qingye's Primordial Qi was in no way inferior to that of Sheng Ao, a cultivator at the Destruction Realm Fifth Layer Heaven. After all, he had suppressed his cultivation four times at Ten Layers of Heaven, and his Primordial Qi, which even carried a hint of Dragon's Might, was a notch stronger.

Moreover, he possessed the Slaying Immortal Sword Dao, the Lifeless Sword Dao, and unparalleled experience and insight. Why would he fear a Sheng Ao who was just using a Secret Technique?

Wen Qingye could do what others could not.

For a time, countless gazes on the Three Pristine Platform focused on Sheng Ao. They could all feel his aura continuously strengthening.

Zhou Yue looked at Wen Qingye, who stood in the sky like a mountain, and thought, 'I wonder if Qingye is a match for Sheng Ao. If he used his sword, Qingye would be very strong.'

Mo Qing watched Wen Qingye in the sky. 'From beginning to end, Wen Qingye has maintained an air of casual indifference, shattering Sheng Ao's attacks with a wave of his hand. Now that Sheng Ao's aura has skyrocketed, can he remain so composed?'

Tangg Jin looked ahead, feeling inexplicably smug. "There's an eighty percent chance Wen Qingye is going to lose."

Nie Shuang looked at Wen Qingye's back, feeling as if in a dream, transported back to the Thousand Rivers Secret Land, to that solitary, mountain-like silhouette of his.

"He's won!" Nie Shuang unconsciously murmured in a low voice.

"What?" Tangg Jin was staring straight ahead and hadn't paid any attention to what Nie Shuang had said.

But in the very next moment!

"Wen Qingye, I have the strength to back up my arrogance! You don't!"

Sheng Ao clenched his fists. Mighty Primordial Qi surged out like a vast river flowing into the sea. A low roar escaped his throat, and a strange fluctuation began to emanate from his body.

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