Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

"Courting death!"

Xiang Jing's gaze turned frigid as he looked at the enormous, bizarre Seal Technique. With a cold snort, he bent two fingers together, their tips glinting with red light. The next instant, he thrust them toward the sky. Red light surged and pulsed, and a colossal beam erupted from his fingertips like a torrent, streaking across the void.

"Red Star Finger!"

With a low shout from Xiang Jing, the giant red beam viciously slammed into Wen Qingye's Seal Technique.

BOOM!

The moment they collided, a thunderous roar echoed in all directions. The two immense forces crashed together, then transformed into a tidal wave of Primordial Qi that swept outward.

Wen Qingye watched the oncoming shockwave with calm eyes, his body shimmering with a five-colored radiance. The wave of energy crashed against him, creating layers of ripples on his form.

BANG!

The shockwave dissipated instantly. Wen Qingye hadn't been pushed back a single step, but the stone bricks beneath his feet couldn't withstand the force he had redirected and shattered.

Meanwhile, Xiang Jing waved his palms, and a torrent of Primordial Qi formed a massive, crystalline blue barrier in front of him. However, the hastily-formed barrier couldn't fully withstand the terrifying impact. It was soon blasted apart, and his body staggered backward.

Both had given it their all, yet when compared, they seemed to be evenly matched.

At Feiyun Dock, the Great Elder, Qiu Xuan, Zhang Wen, and Wan'Er all frowned with grave expressions, their eyes fixed on the battle. Waves of shock rippled through their hearts.

This was the first time they had ever witnessed such a ferocious battle. Wen Qingye's terrifying strength was astounding; despite being only at the Fourth Heaven of Destruction Realm, he was fighting Xiang Jing, an expert at the Seventh Heaven of Destruction Realm, to a standstill.

"This masked man really has some skill," Wan'Er murmured, watching Wen Qingye.

Guu Hongxiu glanced at Wan'Er beside her and said, "What are you trying to say?"

"N-Nothing. I have nothing to say," Wan'Er said, shrinking back and quickly shaking her head.

Guu Hongxiu smiled, her beautiful eyes filled with extraordinary confidence. "This masked man's strength is indeed impressive, but it will be very difficult to defeat Xiang Jing with just physical prowess alone. Besides, so what if Xiang Jing is defeated?"

Suspended in mid-air under everyone's watchful gaze, Wen Qingye stared at Xiang Jing with calm eyes. The latter's expression had turned grim; clearly, the strength Wen Qingye was displaying had unsettled him.

"Your so-called Power Dao isn't so invincible after all."

Wen Qingye smiled faintly and slowly drew the Bladeless Heavy Sword from his back. The next moment, a vast and heavy aura extended infinitely into the distance. The expressions of the surrounding crowd changed as if a massive mountain had suddenly materialized on their shoulders, weighing them down.

The Bladeless Heavy Sword was an Emperor-grade High-level Magical Artifact. As Wen Qingye's bond with it had deepened over time, its power when wielded by him had increased by thirty percent.

FWOOSH!

Wen Qingye gripped the Bladeless Sword with both hands and shot into the sky. His supremely domineering aura pierced the heavens, as if he were being set into the firmament itself.

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

"Massa..."

"Mass..."

Myriad whistling sword shadows appeared, and from within them came a sound like the clash of a thousand armies, its might shaking the heavens and echoing through the clouds.

Xiang Jing watched the whistling sword shadows approach with a grave expression. His hand suddenly shot to his waist and drew out a blinding light. This light also radiated an incomparably heavy and soul-stirring aura that seemed to crush the hearts of the onlookers.

'That's a decent Magical Artifact,' Wen Qingye thought, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at the light in Xiang Jing's hand.

That light was clearly a fine Magical Artifact. Judging by the fluctuations of Primordial Qi around it, it was no ordinary item. No wonder the onlookers felt a pressure on their hearts.

"Five Jails Seal! Suppress!"

The light shot rapidly above Xiang Jing's head, growing larger and larger until it seemed to transform into a veritable mountain, pressing down heavily upon Wen Qingye.

BOOM!

The aura of Wen Qingye's heavy sword shifted, and he charged toward the descending mountain. As the two collided, violent Primordial Qi spread madly in all directions.

The fierce, surging Primordial Qi continued to roil. Wen Qingye's Sword Aura was shattered, but the mountain continued to press down on his Bladeless sword. He was then forced heavily toward the ground, and giant cracks appeared beneath his feet, spreading out into the distance.

Xiang Jing stood upon the void, ignoring the violent Primordial Qi erupting around him. He stared at Wen Qingye with exceptionally chilling eyes as he slowly clenched his fists. Unconcealable killing intent rose in his hoarse voice. "Next, I'll let you witness firsthand just how vast the gap is between you and me!"

"In the face of absolute power, that physique you're so proud of is not even worth mentioning!"

Blood vessels crawled across Xiang Jing's eyes. He took a step forward, and the empty space around him seemed to ripple. He then formed a peculiar Seal Technique with his hands and struck the mountain-like artifact heavily.

At the same time, a terrifying fluctuation of Primordial Qi—one that made even Wen Qingye's expression change slightly—erupted from the Five Jails Seal high in the sky like a volcano.

A chilling voice called out, each word enunciated clearly by Xiang Jing.

"Great Strength Five Prison Technique!"

As Xiang Jing's chilling voice echoed through the Central Hall of Feiyun Dock, everyone could feel an indescribable, torrential wave of Primordial Qi pressing down from the Five Jails Seal toward Wen Qingye.

VMMMM!

The Five Jails Seal, now under Xiang Jing's hand seal, pulsed with a faintly boundless, heavy power, which also carried a hint of a tearing quality.

Everyone stared blankly at the Five Jails Seal in the sky. Under the pressure of this surging, majestic Seal Technique, they could all sense the dangerous scent of death.

It was clear to all of them that Xiang Jing was about to use his killing move to end the battle.

"This Xiang Jing has some tricks. He actually managed to integrate the Tearing Law into the Giant Power Law. Even if it's just a trace, it's enough to be proud of."

Guu Hongxiu watched the Five Jails Seal before them, her eyes narrowing slightly as she chuckled softly.

Under the gazes of the crowd in the Central Hall, Wen Qingye also watched this scene with a solemn expression, his grip tightening on the Bladeless Heavy Sword.

A terrifying aura began to spread rapidly from Wen Qingye's body, rushing madly outwards. He shot into the air, rising to meet the Five Jails Seal.

Instantly, the surrounding temperature seemed to plummet. The air the onlookers exhaled turned icy cold.

"First Sword of the Cold Ice Sword Technique! Cold Rainfall!"

An azure Sword Aura erupted from the Sword Body. Carrying the deep chill of the Desert North and a boundlessly surging power, it shot toward the Five Jails Seal. The next moment, the azure Sword Aura seemed to split apart, multiplying into countless sword auras, each one carrying the weight of a thousand mountains.

Cold!

Extreme cold!

Everyone felt their internal body temperature begin to drop frantically, and they hurriedly circulated the Primordial Qi within them.

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