Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

But in the very next moment, the dim sword light erupted with an even more terrifying aura. It went from weak to strong, not only tearing apart the snow-white raging lion’s body but also piercing straight through its head.

”How can this be?” Luoo Ying stumbled back, his eyes filled with disbelief as his face began to twist. ”I don’t believe it! Wen Qingye, face another one of my attacks!”

Luoo Ying’s feet moved in a blur, and the saber in his hand struck with formidable power, aiming straight for Wen Qingye’s face.

As Luoo Ying’s saber cleaved down, the surrounding air seemed to freeze in an instant. The aftershock from the Sword Qi radiated outward like a ripple.

Wen Qingye felt the might of the saber rush toward him. He tightened his grip on his sword, raised it with both hands, and met the attack head-on.

”Four Symbols Sword Technique, Second Form! Heaven Burning Fire!”

His technique devoured the violent Primordial Qi as raging flames engulfed Wen Qingye’s sword light. An endless, sharp fire seemed to sear the very air.

BANG!

Blood seeped from between Wen Qingye’s teeth as two craters formed in the floor beneath his feet. Rubble shattered all around, sending dust and sand flying.

Luoo Ying also shuddered, retreating several steps.

”Hahaha! How exhilarating! This is exhilarating!” Guann Xuan laughed wildly, spraying a mouthful of fresh blood.

Wenren Xiao watched Guann Xuan with a cold expression. ”The Exotic Treasure isn’t something you can take all for yourself. This is what it looks like to be abandoned by everyone.”

Guann Xuan’s hair was a mess, and his entire body was soaked in blood. He looked at Wenren Xiao and Lin Zijun and sneered, ”The Exotic Treasure? You think you’re worthy?”

Lin Zijun wasn’t angered by Guann Xuan’s words. He simply said with an indifferent expression, ”Hand over the Exotic Treasure, and we will leave at once.”

”You want the Exotic Treasure? Fine. Come and take it from my corpse.” With a sweep of his arm, Guann Xuan wiped the blood from his lips. He looked at the crowd surrounding him and declared in a booming voice.

Everyone looked at Guann Xuan, their hearts filled with a complex mix of emotions.

Wenren Xiao looked at the unrestrained Guann Xuan and finally sighed. ”Guann Xuan, are you still so stubbornly refusing to see reason?”

Guann Xuan clenched his fists. ”If you want the Exotic Treasure, then come at me all at once. I, Guann Xuan, won’t even flinch.”

Wen Qingye’s brow furrowed as he watched Luoo Ying. ’I have to get rid of him. Any delay could lead to unforeseen problems.’ As he thought this, a soul-stirring light appeared in his eyes—the aura of one who finds life only after being backed into a corner, on the verge of death.

”Luoo Ying, now, it’s my turn to make a move!”

The corners of Wen Qingye’s robes fluttered in the wind, and the sword in his hand let out a low hum.

”Wen Qingye, is he...?”

”Sis, what do we do now?” Yann Xiangyang asked Yann Chuxue, his voice tinged with anxiety.

Yann Chuxue bit her lip. ”Wait. Let’s just wait a little longer.”

Yann Chuxue’s grip on her sword was tight. Very tight.

Everyone looked at Wen Qingye, their expressions full of confusion.

Luoo Ying’s eyes were chillingly cold, devoid of any emotion. ”Wen Qingye, you die today! You have truly stoked my fury.”

A slight smile touched Wen Qingye’s lips as his body blurred, rushing toward Luoo Ying like a gust of wind.

”Clear Wind Chasing Moon!”

The sword in Wen Qingye’s hand moved like a cold glint of light on a clear, moonlit night, thrusting toward Luoo Ying’s vital points.

”Trying to match my speed?” A disdainful sneer appeared on Luoo Ying’s face.

”Is that so?”

A brilliant, iridescent light flickered within Wen Qingye’s clear eyes.

SWISH!

An azure light flared to life in Wen Qingye’s left hand and shot forward in a sudden thrust. It happened in a flash, so fast that no one in the crowd had time to react.

Luoo Ying was horrified. He scrambled to block with his saber, but it was too late. Wen Qingye’s sword was moving with astonishing speed.

SCHRING!

Luoo Ying had avoided a fatal blow, but a bloody gash was still carved into his waist.

Luoo Ying leaped back. ”A Left-Handed Sword?”

Before Luoo Ying could even catch his breath, Wen Qingye charged forward again, his One Thought Sword slashing toward his opponent’s throat like a bolt of white silk.

”Four Symbols Sword Technique, Third Form! Feng Buliu!”

The sword in Wen Qingye’s hand rose and fell without mercy, swift as a gale. The azure Sword Aura it produced seemed to rip the very air apart.

Seeing Wen Qingye’s Sword Qi surging toward him, Luoo Ying planted his feet. A vicious glint flashed in his eyes as the saber in his hand erupted with a dazzling silver light.

”Northern Snow Connecting Heaven!”

Suddenly, what looked like countless snowflakes filled the air. They were crystal clear, and their coldness carried a desolate, soul-piercing chill.

This slash from Luoo Ying carried an overwhelming momentum, surging forward like an unstoppable tide!

Wen Qingye’s eyes suddenly flashed, shining with three parts determination, three parts ferocity, three parts killing intent, and one final part that held the aura of one who is invincible under the heavens!

Wen Qingye’s feet spun in a blur as the Sword Aura pulsed from his blade. In an instant, he was in front of Luoo Ying, his sword swinging out at an angle that was nearly impossible to dodge. He completely ignored Luoo Ying’s own Sword Qi, which was already upon him.

Their life forces burned against each other in a struggle to the death.

Surprise and confusion filled Luoo Ying’s eyes. Then, in an instant, understanding seemed to dawn on him, replaced by a look of utter terror. He tried to retreat, but Wen Qingye was too fast. It was as if he had been conserving his strength for this single, decisive moment.

TSSK! TSSK!

BOOM!

A spray of blood bloomed in the air, dazzling and beautiful in its gruesomeness. The crowd stared, stunned by the scene before them.

A massive wound gaped across Wen Qingye’s left arm and chest, so deep that bone was visible—a mangled mess of flesh and blood. His face was deathly pale, and his body swayed, looking as if it might collapse at any second.

Meanwhile, Luoo Ying stood a short distance away, his face a mask of disbelief and terror, but the light had already faded from his eyes. From the gash in his neck, blood gushed without pause.

”Luoo Ying... is dead?”

Everyone stared at Luoo Ying in astonishment, their hearts pounding with shock.

At this moment, even Wenren Xiao and Lin Zijun had stopped their assault on Guann Xuan, their eyes fixed on Wen Qingye in utter shock.

It wasn’t just them. Everyone from the Sixteen Countries found their gazes irresistibly drawn to Wen Qingye. For a moment, the entire vast area fell silent, the only sound being Wen Qingye’s ragged breaths.

”I had the courage to find life on the verge of death. You didn’t,” Wen Qingye said with a light chuckle, looking at Luoo Ying’s corpse.

...

”Luoo Ying was killed by Wen Qingye?” Ling Yao said, his mouth agape in disbelief.

A top prodigy of the Sixteen Countries, slain by Wen Qingye’s sword. How could Ling Yao not be shaken? How could he not be shocked?

Liu Ying’s eyes narrowed slightly, his tone unreadable. ”It’s a pity. Wen Qingye is going to die in the Thousand Rivers Secret Land.”

”Haven’t you said enough?” Ling Wei had already been on edge, but upon hearing Liu Ying’s words, her eyes shot a cold glare in his direction.

Liu Ying had a cultivation of the Refining Spirit Ninth Layer Heaven and held an extraordinary status in the Celestial Martial Country. Even the Emperor himself wouldn’t casually reprimand him. Ling Wei’s words instantly ignited his fury.

Liu Ying lowered his voice and asked coldly, ”Princess, what do you mean by that?”

”I want to kill you,” Ling Wei said, looking at Liu Ying, her voice seeming to be ground out from between her teeth.

”You!” Liu Ying glared at Ling Wei, his fists clenching tightly.

At this, Ling Yao regained his composure and barked in a low voice, ”Enough! Stop arguing.”

Cowed by Ling Yao’s authority, Liu Ying fell silent. But his eyes remained fixed on Ling Wei, and he could barely suppress the murderous intent boiling in his heart.

Meanwhile, Wen Xu, who was standing in the crowd, had a dazed look on his face, his palms trembling. ’Is that really Wen Qingye? How can he be such a monster? To kill a prodigy of the Sixteen Countries, Luoo Ying of the Refining Spirit Eighth Layer Heaven?’

’Is he really *that* Wen Qingye?’