Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

SHHHHH!

Countless specks of white powder drifted down from the sky, landing directly on Mo Qing’s back. A faint white light pulsed obscurely where the powder touched her, but it was perhaps too subtle, and the situation too urgent, for anyone to notice.

Mo Qing’s expression changed instantly. Her fair face grew flushed, her lips parted slightly, and her teeth clenched tight. Then, she collapsed to the ground.

A hint of madness glinted in Le Qian’s eyes. He chuckled softly. "Now that you’ve been hit by the Corpse Condensing Powder, you won’t be having an easy death."

After speaking, Le Qian turned his gaze to Yann Chuxue, who was still locked in a fierce battle nearby. A sharp glint appeared in his eyes. He had never seen a woman like her—not only was she breathtakingly beautiful, but her every move was so refined it seemed otherworldly, completely detached from the mortal coil.

This only made the killing intent in Le Qian’s heart flare even more intensely.

The longsword in Yann Chuxue’s hand was like ice from the highest heavens. A single swing summoned a thousand cold currents, but hidden within the chill, invisible to the naked eye, were countless razor-sharp threads of ice.

Her six opponents were spread out in six different positions, forming what seemed to be a profound formation. They thrust out their palms in unison, and six Palm Seals shot toward the icy chill from all directions.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The next moment, the ground froze over wherever the icy chill passed. Then, it collided directly with the six Palm Seals.

"This is bad!"

The six men were all alarmed and began to retreat frantically.

The moment the icy chill touched the Palm Seals, both dissipated into nothingness. But immediately after, several blue threads erupted from the air, shooting toward the six men’s throats.

"The Law of the Dao of Profound Destruction?" Le Qian muttered from the side, his eyes narrowed.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

More and more blue threads spread forward.

"Break!"

One of the Heaven-Burying Sect members snorted coldly, whipped out a dagger, and slashed directly at the thread lunging toward him.

Seeing this, Le Qian shouted, "Don’t!"

But Le Qian’s warning came too late. The moment the Heaven-Burying Sect member’s dagger struck the blue thread, a powerful force erupted.

BOOM!

A piercing sonic boom radiated outward from the man with the dagger.

The other five men could only see a spray of blood mixed with fragments of cloth and stone. Shocked, none of them dared to touch Yann Chuxue’s blue threads again, and they all scrambled to dodge out of the way.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The blue threads slammed heavily into the ground, leaving only the deafening echo of the explosion in the air.

Although the five men had dodged quickly, they still suffered significant injuries. Trickles of blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.

"All of you, stand aside. I’ll deal with her," Le Qian said, stepping forward to face Yann Chuxue.

Yann Chuxue fixed her cold gaze on Le Qian and said impassively, "I knew there was something strange about you from the start. From the sword wound on your arm, I suspected the deaths of the Celestial Thunder Hall disciples were suspicious. I just never expected you to be not only a traitor, but also the murderer of your own martial brothers."

Hearing this, Le Qian asked subconsciously, "Oh? Why is that? What about me did you find strange?"

Yann Chuxue replied coldly, "Your sword wound. It has a black trace. Doesn’t your Celestial Thunder Hall’s Thunder Dao possess a corrosive Law? Did you really think I wouldn’t know?"

Le Qian smiled. "If you knew, why didn’t you say anything?"

Yann Chuxue tightened her grip on her sword and shook her head. "I was only suspicious at first. I never expected things to be this complicated."

"You’ve missed your chance."

With that, Le Qian slowly inhaled and exhaled, regulating his breath. He blasted a palm strike at Yann Chuxue, his Primordial Qi surging forward as ferociously as a tidal wave.

"Thunder Sea Tides!"

The devastating explosive power was like waves on a boundless ocean, each one cresting higher than the last, striking fear into the hearts of all who witnessed it.

CLANG!

Undaunted, Yann Chuxue flicked her silvery-white sword. It seemed to transform into a thousand icy glints that shot forward, freezing everything in their path.

CRASH!

Yann Chuxue’s Sword Aura erupted, cleaving the massive wave in two.

Le Qian was incredibly strong, far surpassing his rumored level of power. Every palm he sent forth was like a colossal wave crashing from the ocean. He unleashed dozens of palm strikes in a row until the very sky and earth seemed to change color, the tidal waves surging endlessly.

Moreover, his palms carried traces of lightning. The thunder borrowed the momentum of the waves, and the waves amplified the thunder aura. The power was astounding, far surpassing that of an ordinary Destruction Realm Eighth Layer Heaven Martial Artist.

Yann Chuxue, however, remained steady. Each of her sword strikes blocked the turbulent attacks, and she stood as firm as a reef against the tide.

’Her Sword Force is condensed but not yet released, her Heart Spirit focused and unified. Yann Chuxue’s Sword Dao is quite accomplished.’

Le Qian could naturally feel the sharpness of Yann Chuxue’s sword. Not only that, but her comprehension of the Dao of Profound Destruction was also exceptional.

For a time, their battle was a complete stalemate.

"Thunder Sea Fury!"

Le Qian suddenly leaped into the air, exuding the majestic might of heaven and earth. He stood proudly above the conceptual sea of his technique, and a palpable thunder aura filled the sky, causing the Primordial Qi in Yann Chuxue’s body to tremble.

Then, Le Qian’s hands began to move rapidly. A massive black Palm Seal slowly materialized in the sky. In the next instant, a scalp-numbing thunderclap boomed throughout the entire Redwood Forest.

The Redwood Forest began to tremble violently, as if struck by an earthquake. Even the Primordial Qi of the world seemed to flee, as if unable to withstand such an overwhelming pressure.

Lei Hao’s brow furrowed gravely as he watched Le Qian. He then looked up at the Palm Seal, which radiated destructive power. The air itself seemed to fill with the smell of burning.

Even before the Palm Seal fell, it exuded a heart-stopping chill.

Yann Chuxue’s eyebrow twitched. The silvery-white sword in her hand suddenly thrust out in all directions, releasing an endless barrage of cold light, like a volley of Ice Swords.

The temperature plummeted, and all life in the vicinity seemed to be extinguished.

"Celestial Annihilation Cold Flow!"

She cried out, and her sword met the descending Palm Seal head-on.

BOOM!

It was like a ten-thousand-year-old glacier colliding with an endless sea of thunder. An indescribably violent shockwave swept out in all directions.

The surrounding trees and rocks—everything was subject to Annihilation, turning to dust. Within a thirty-zhang radius, not a single blade of grass remained.

The few remaining men stared at the terrifying destructive power, dumbfounded and in utter disbelief.

Yann Chuxue felt a powerful shockwave hit her. Her heart felt as if it would shatter, and her body was thrown backward. She couldn’t help but close her eyes.

But in the next instant, she suddenly felt a wave of warmth. She struggled to open her eyes and saw a familiar face. ’It’s him.’ At the sight, her heart finally calmed. Then her eyelids felt impossibly heavy, and she closed them once more.

The newcomer was none other than Wen Qingye, who had rushed to the scene. He gently placed Yann Chuxue on the ground and quickly glanced over at the people from the Three Realms Sect and the Flowing Cloud Sect, as well as Mo Qing.

At that moment, Le Qian’s figure also emerged from the dust. When he saw Wen Qingye, he looked as if he had seen a ghost and exclaimed, "You’re still alive?"

It wasn’t just him; the five surviving Heaven-Burying Sect members behind him were also utterly astonished to see Wen Qingye.

’What about Elder Shan Tong? Didn’t he kill Wen Qingye?’

Wen Qingye sneered and said, enunciating each word, "A pack of rats like you... thought you could kill me?"

Le Qian’s expression changed when he heard Wen Qingye’s words. It wasn’t out of anger at the insult, but because if Wen Qingye was alive, it meant Shan Tong was dead.

’But Shan Tong was an expert of the Life and Death Realm!’

The more Le Qian thought about it, the more fear gripped his heart. He subconsciously took a step back, then subtly signaled to the other Heaven-Burying Sect members.

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