Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

The entire Three Pristine Platform—no, the entire Main Peak—was assailed by a howling gale. All the surrounding disciples felt their bodies tremble and sway, as if they could be swept away at any moment.

"This is a Spirit Grade Technique, the Great Cyan Spin Hand!" The Elder from Cloud Conceal Peak shot to his feet, staring in astonishment at Elder Huu in the sky.

The Elder from Purple Bamboo Peak nodded, remarking with some surprise, "To think Elder Huu would use a Spirit Grade Technique against a mere disciple."

Mo Qing stammered, "A Spirit Grade Technique... isn’t that as good as sentencing Wen Qingye to death?"

Wen Qingye also felt the boundless might of Elder Huu’s technique and the violent gale, a sense of mortal danger rising in his heart.

’This old bastard actually wants to kill me? Why?’ Wen Qingye narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them.

Never mind that he was severely injured; Wen Qingye knew that even at full strength, he would face certain death against this move. There wasn’t the slightest chance of survival, short of running away.

The Ice Python flicked its tongue and said, "Don’t worry, I’m here."

’It seems this is the only way,’ Wen Qingye thought, gritting his teeth.

In the face of absolute power, everything else was useless. Wen Qingye naturally understood this and wouldn’t be arrogant enough to think otherwise.

"Great Cyan Spin Hand!"

Elder Huu looked down indifferently at Wen Qingye and thrust his right palm down.

The very air around the Three Pristine Platform seemed to ripple. The ripples fluctuated rapidly, and the entire sky looked as if it had become a vast, horizontal surface of water.

BOOM!

The watery surface suddenly distorted wildly as a brilliant light unfurled. Then, to the shock of everyone present, a massive hand nearly twenty zhang wide emerged from it. Radiating terrifying power, it plunged toward Wen Qingye below.

THUD!

Before the giant hand even landed, the Three Pristine Platform below erupted in a cloud of dust. A shockwave of qi swept through the heavens, surging madly in all directions.

Countless people gasped in unison. The power of this one palm strike was terrifying!

The Three Pristine Platform itself seemed to tremble. Wen Qingye’s figure was minuscule in comparison to the massive hand, which descended with incredible speed. In an instant, it was less than three zhang above him, the wind from its descent whipping his clothes about.

Everyone’s heart was in their throat as they stared, unblinking, at Wen Qingye.

But just at this critical moment, a figure shot over from the distance, as fast as a lightning bolt. Only a few of the Elders even noticed it.

The figure flew directly toward the giant hand and positioned himself beneath it. Then, he too extended a hand.

BOOM!

The moment the giant hand collided with the man’s hand, the world seemed to fall silent. Time itself felt as if it had frozen. Everyone stared, horrified, at the scene. When they snapped back to their senses, a boundless shockwave of Primordial Qi rushed toward them.

Seeing this, several nearby Elders immediately circulated their Primordial Qi, creating barriers in front of the disciples to prevent any unnecessary injuries.

Wave after wave of Primordial Qi crashed against the barriers the Elders had formed, causing them to ripple and tremble violently. After what felt like an eternity, the onslaught finally subsided.

Only then could the crowd see the scene before them.

An old man hovered in mid-air. One of his arms was raised above him, blocking the attack, while his other sleeve was empty. Below him, Wen Qingye stood completely unharmed.

The next moment, everyone’s faces filled with shock.

"WAH!" Elder Huu, still in the sky, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He stared in disbelief at the man in mid-air and said in a trembling voice, "Martial Uncle Meng..."

The newcomer was none other than the peerless master of Life Peak, the Qian Jue Hand, Meng Yiyu!

Meng Yiyu’s eyes blazed with fury. He shouted, "Huu Jie, you have some nerve! You dare to touch someone from my Life Peak?"

His voice wasn’t loud, but it boomed like thunder, rolling out in all directions.

Hearing Meng Yiyu’s words, Huu Jie trembled, lowered his head, and dared not speak another word.

Elder Huaa shook his head and thought to himself, ’To offend the Peak Master of Absolute Peak for a dying man like Wen Qingye... Meng Yiyu, you’ve really gone senile. Where has your famous wisdom gone? How disappointing.’

The surrounding crowd stared at Wen Qingye in utter astonishment, their hearts reeling. Some present recognized the one-armed Meng Yiyu, while others did not. But for this one-armed elder to defeat Elder Huu with a single palm strike, his strength needed no further explanation.

Mo Qing rubbed her eyes, saying in disbelief, "Could that be the legendary Qian Jue Hand, Meng Yiyu? Martial Uncle Meng is actually protecting Wen Qingye? But why?"

Hua Du’s face instantly turned deathly pale. Who was Meng Yiyu? He was a figure even Hua Lie had to address as Martial Uncle. And now he was helping Wen Qingye. How could Hua Du not be terrified of an enraged Meng Yiyu?

Nie Shuang asked, puzzled, "Jin, who is that one-armed old man? He seems to have an extraordinary status."

At that moment, Tangg Jin was staring at Meng Yiyu in shock, muttering to himself, "How can this be? How? Wen Qingye is a dead man walking, with only a few years left to live. What has he possibly done to deserve the favor of Martial Uncle Meng?"

Hearing Tangg Jin’s words, Nie Shuang sighed deeply. She looked at Wen Qingye, a mix of complex emotions welling up in her heart.

Compared to the surprised disciples, the Elders of the various peaks were even more astonished. Just as they had been unaware of Wen Qingye, they had also been unaware of whether Meng Yiyu was dead or alive. But now, not only did they know he was alive, they were seeing him with their own eyes.

For those who had come from that era, how could the name ’Qian Jue Hand, Meng Yiyu’ not shake them to their core?

Meng Yiyu looked at Huu Jie, his tone icy and merciless. "Huu Jie, next time, I won’t be so courteous."

A chill ran down Huu Jie’s spine. He nodded hastily, saying, "Yes, yes, of course. Martial Uncle Meng’s lesson is well-received. This disciple wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare."

The surrounding disciples watched, dumbfounded. Most of them still didn’t know Meng Yiyu’s identity. When had they ever seen Elder Huu act so subserviently toward anyone? It was simply too strange. Who was this old man? And why was he protecting Wen Qingye?

Meng Yiyu drifted to Wen Qingye’s side. His eyes swept over the crowd as he said, "Qingye, let’s go. I’d like to see who dares to touch you."

Wen Qingye nodded, then followed Meng Yiyu down the mountain of the Main Peak.

Not a single person present made a sound. They watched in silence as Meng Yiyu led Wen Qingye away. The silence was absolute, and terrifyingly so.

Seeing this, Elder Huaa couldn’t help but shake his head and sneer, "That old fool, Meng Yiyu. Wasting so much effort on someone who’s about to die. What a waste of emotion."

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