Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Jiangg Tian’s cultivation was a cut above Zhangg Jing’s, and with Wen Qingye having just fought two major battles, Jiangg Tian was naturally confident.

Jiangg Tian drew the sword from his back. It shot out like a lunging snake, and a rapid series of sounds instantly echoed through the stone cave.

A Soft Sword!

Jiangg Tian was using a Soft Sword!

Jiangg Tian strode toward Wen Qingye, the Soft Sword in his hand pulsing with a cyan and red Sword Aura.

”Jiangg Swordsmanship, Seventh Form!”

The Jiangg Family was a major clan in Yul Country, and this swordsmanship was their legacy. It was an Eighth-Grade Martial Arts technique, and Jiangg Tian, who had been practicing it since he was sixteen, had long since achieved complete mastery.

Zhangg Jing watched silently from the side. Seeing Jiangg Tian’s swordsmanship, he couldn’t help but inwardly praise it. ’The Jiangg Family of Yul Country really does have some impressive swordsmanship.’

As Jiangg Tian’s Sword Aura rushed toward him, Wen Qingye focused his entire being on that cyan and red light.

The lethality of a Soft Sword lay in its unpredictability. Its movements were ever-changing and inscrutable, making it nearly impossible to guard against.

With a pulling motion of his right hand, the One Thought Sword, which was embedded in the Snow Lotus, flew directly into Wen Qingye’s palm.

Wen Qingye spun the sword around. With a bizarre arc, the One Thought Sword twirled twice in his hand. Though he had clearly applied no Primordial Qi to the sword body, the surrounding cold currents scattered.

Wen Qingye gripped the hilt, the tip of the blade pointing behind him.

WHOOSH!

Suddenly, Wen Qingye’s One Thought Sword erupted with a cyan and red light, one that was not the least bit weaker than the glow from Jiangg Tian’s own blade.

Wen Qingye swung his sword backhanded, and the cyan and red light pulsed continuously upon the One Thought Sword.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

After a series of rapid explosions, the surrounding pool water erupted upward, creating splashes dozens of feet high. A rolling, frigid current instantly washed over everyone, chilling them to the bone.

The onlookers hurriedly retreated several steps, not daring to get caught in the clash.

The two Sword Auras shone against each other. Wen Qingye’s sword had directly blocked Jiangg Tian’s bizarre Soft Sword.

Jiangg Tian was shocked. ’This Wen Qingye actually imitated my swordsmanship in the blink of an eye!’ Before Jiangg Tian could even snap out of his stupor, Wen Qingye was lunging at him, sword raised.

Wen Qingye’s sword now seemed to carry a white glow, a light that exuded a strange and penetrating cold.

The stone cave was already incredibly cold, but everyone could feel an even more profound chill emanating from the sword in Wen Qingye’s hand—as if his blade was a cut colder than the cave’s own frigid currents.

”Proud Cold Sword Technique, Seventh Form!”

Carrying a magnificent and bizarre icy gleam, Wen Qingye’s sword slashed toward Jiangg Tian.

In that instant, it was as if the onlookers were looking at a glacier; the entire land, the very mountains, seemed to have been frozen solid by Wen Qingye.

Cold!

An absolute, soul-freezing cold!

Many of the onlookers held out their hands, only to find their palms already starting to turn white with frost. Horrified, they frantically began to circulate their body’s Primordial Qi.

CRACK!

The splashes flung high from the Cold Pool had yet to fall, but now they were frozen solid into pillars of ice. The pool’s own frigid current hadn’t managed to freeze its water, but Wen Qingye’s swordsmanship had. Everyone was utterly shocked.

Seeing Wen Qingye’s icy Sword Aura bearing down on him, Jiangg Tian’s expression turned grave. The Proud Cold Sword Technique was now drawing upon the surrounding cold, amplifying its power even further. Jiangg Tian took a deep breath, stepped forward, and raised his blade, flicking a finger against the sword body.

TING!

A piercing sound rang through the stone cave. Jiangg Tian’s Soft Sword began to vibrate, the trembling sword body emitting a strange ripple as waves of Sword Qi surged forth, one after another, like the sea crashing against the shore.

”The Bouncing Sword Skill?” Wen Qingye, hovering in the air, couldn’t help but laugh.

The Bouncing Sword Skill was a type of swordsmanship. By achieving a state of harmony with one’s sword, a cultivator could channel their Primordial Qi into the sword body and ’bounce’ it forward in continuous waves, serving for both offense and defense.

The Bouncing Sword Skill could only be used once one’s comprehension of swordsmanship had reached the Earthly Realm. It had to be said, Jiangg Tian’s talent was exceptionally high. Although his Sword Technique Cultivation had not reached the level of Earth Dao, he had somehow managed to grasp the Bouncing Sword Skill.

Jiangg Tian could also see that while Wen Qingye’s Sword Technique Cultivation was incredibly high, his overall cultivation was not. Thus, he intended to use the Bouncing Sword Skill to press his advantage in raw power.

Unfortunately for Jiangg Tian, he had underestimated Wen Qingye’s cultivation.

Wen Qingye’s sword sliced through wave after wave of Sword Qi emanating from Jiangg Tian’s blade. Radiating an oppressive cold, he closed the distance in the blink of an eye, about to reach Jiangg Tian’s side.

Feeling the cold air that seemed to pierce him to the core, Jiangg Tian’s expression changed. Every time he had used the Bouncing Sword Skill in the past, it had been invincible. Now, it seemed to have failed.

Seeing Wen Qingye floating in mid-air, stepping on nothing as the light from his sword flashed, Jiangg Tian hastily swung his own blade to meet the attack. The Soft Sword suddenly erupted with a powerful momentum.

But Wen Qingye’s One Thought Sword was as fast as lightning. It slashed directly onto the Soft Sword, and suddenly, a layer of white frost appeared on Jiangg Tian’s weapon.

Jiangg Tian’s right arm and the sword in his hand were frozen solid by Wen Qingye.

Despite this, a glint appeared in Jiangg Tian’s eyes as he threw a punch with his left fist, aiming straight for Wen Qingye’s chest.

Wen Qingye’s heart sank; something was wrong. In that split second, a fierce gust of wind erupted behind him.

Wen Qingye immediately shifted to the side, slashing his sword toward Jiangg Tian’s left arm. Jiangg Tian’s expression changed, not expecting Wen Qingye to be so aggressive. He quickly pulled back his left arm and retreated.

THUD!

Wen Qingye felt a fist strike his back. A heart-rending pain tore through his entire body as he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the wall of the stone cave.

”Pfft—”

Wen Qingye slowly pushed himself up. Fresh blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed coldly on Zhangg Jing, who stood hovering in the air.

Jiangg Tian finally managed to dispel the frost on his right hand. Looking at Wen Qingye, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter. ”Hahaha! Wen Qingye, the Snow Lotus, your Talisman Seal, and your life—I’ll be taking them all! Do you believe me now?”

”Cough... cough...” Wen Qingye coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The people from Heng Country and Lanyu Country exchanged glances. They never expected that the two would team up against Wen Qingye for the Snow Lotus.

’What a pity. This Wen Qingye is extraordinarily talented. To think he’ll die here today.’

’Another genius fated to die young?’

’Such a waste. Wen Qingye never even had the chance to truly shine.’

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Jiangg Tian walked slowly toward Wen Qingye, a mocking glint in his eyes.

”You want to kill me? Just the two of you?”

Wen Qingye suddenly burst into action. His sword shot out like a ray of polar light, its tip aimed directly at Jiangg Tian’s throat.

Jiangg Tian was horrified and scrambled toward Jiangg Feng beside him. Before Jiangg Feng could even react, his own brother had grabbed him and pulled him in front as a shield.

GURGLE!

The One Thought Sword pierced straight through Jiangg Feng’s throat, the now-scarlet blade emerging from the other side. The light in Jiangg Feng’s eyes vanished. Blood began to trickle down, but in the next instant, it froze, creating a sight both macabre and strangely beautiful.