Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Jin Ming fought with increasing ferocity, his saber strikes growing faster and faster, his eyes seeming to gleam with a red light.

Each time Wen Qingye struck, his sword intercepted the most critical point, instantly neutralizing Jin Ming’s assault. He wielded his Swordsmanship with a sublime, uncanny mastery.

With another loud clash of metal, the two separated by several paces.

Jin Ming spun around abruptly, a blue light erupting from the saber in his hand. The glow was so brilliant it transfixed the onlookers, filling their vision with nothing but a raging, boundless sea.

”Blue Sea Crescent!”

The blue Sword Aura, wrapped in a heaven-toppling, vicious power, left no doubt in anyone’s mind. A single strike could instantly cleave the very ground in two. A sense of overwhelming, irresistible despair surged uncontrollably in the heart of every onlooker.

In comparison, Wen Qingye’s figure seemed so small he was almost negligible.

Wen Qingye watched the whistling wind, his eyes tinged with gravity.

BOOM!

Wen Qingye’s aura erupted forth. He stood between heaven and earth, looking down upon the vast land as if his body had been magnified to an infinite size.

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

His sword swung, unleashing not only a Sword Aura, but also the clamor of a thousand war cries.

Massacre!

Massacre...

Mass...

DING!

There was no deafening explosion as everyone had imagined, only a single, crisp metallic ring that slowly faded.

But then, under the horrified gazes of the crowd, they clearly saw Jin Ming’s arm trembling violently as he gasped for breath.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Wen Qingye’s mouth. After all, Jin Ming’s cultivation was extremely profound—he was far from being an ordinary Yin Yang Realm Seventh Layer Heaven cultivator.

Jin Ming stared at Wen Qingye, his eyes swirling with a hint of madness, a flash of joy, but mostly, an intense will to fight. ”You... you’re strong! I like that!”

After speaking, Jin Ming gripped his saber with both hands. He seemed to become one with the ground beneath him, and the earth began to shake violently.

Many of the other fighters stopped to watch the two men in the sky.

Wei Shuang’Er murmured softly, ”Jin Ming is about to get serious.”

Guo Jie frowned, her gaze fixed on the saber in Jin Ming’s hand. ”Wen Qingye won’t last three moves. He’s sure to be defeated!”

”This Jin Ming is incredible! What kind of Martial Arts is that?” Su Zixin looked up, her wide eyes filled with astonishment as she watched Jin Ming.

Liu Han crossed her arms, her expression serious as she watched the two combatants in the sky. ”Peak Martial Arts of King Grade: the Heluo Blade Technique!”

The Primordial Qi flowing around Jin Ming’s saber became exceptionally turbulent. It then condensed and coalesced, forming a colossal Primordial Energy Curved Saber dozens of yards long, pointing toward the heavens.

Countless Registered Disciples felt their scalps tingle as they looked at that tyrannical blade of Primordial Qi.

Wen Qingye naturally sensed the saber’s might and his feet carried him rapidly backward.

”Trying to run?”

Jin Ming roared, swinging the giant blade on his arm toward Wen Qingye.

WHOOSH--!

As the blade sliced through the air, a scorching heat wave fanned out in all directions, as if the sea itself had been split in two.

No matter how fast Wen Qingye moved, he couldn’t seem to escape the reach of the incoming Sword Qi.

’Looks like I have no choice but to face this head-on!’

At that thought, Wen Qingye tightened his grip on his sword. In that instant, the very clouds in the sky were shaken apart, revealing a clear, cloudless expanse for thousands of miles.

The entire summit of Piaomiao Peak was in an uproar. The sword in Wen Qingye’s hand began to hum, its power condensing before him.

”Third Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Fame that Shakes the World!”

A majestic and solemn voice echoed across the land.

A sky-piercing Sword Aura erupted from the One Thought Sword, surging forward with immense pressure to meet the giant saber.

BOOM!

In that moment, the mountain peak felt as if it were about to split apart. Saber and sword rang out in unison, their clash so bright it robbed the sky of its color.

Wen Qingye stood at the edge of a deep gouge in the ground, his breathing unsteady. He used his sword, planted in the earth, to support himself as he watched Jin Ming, who was now hovering in midair.

If he hadn’t cultivated the Five Elements Body Refining Technique, Wen Qingye would have been gravely wounded.

Jin Ming’s robes were in tatters, the shredded cloth fluttering in the wind.

”Wen Qingye’s Martial Arts are so powerful!” Bu Yanting’s beautiful eyes held a hint of astonishment. She could clearly see that while Wen Qingye’s cultivation was superior to that of an ordinary Yin-Yang Realm Fifth Heaven cultivator, it was absolutely not enough to stand against Jin Ming’s domineering cultivation and Martial Arts.

The only explanation was that Wen Qingye’s Martial Arts were several orders of magnitude more profound than Jin Ming’s.

”Today, I will defeat you! Wen Qingye!”

Jin Ming roared, charging at Wen Qingye with his curved saber. His body moved like a bolt of lightning streaking across the ground.

”The Purple Lightning Cloud-Chaser Body Technique!?”

”That has to be one of the most famous Martial Arts from the Luocheng Ancient Country.”

”Emperor-Grade Martial Arts... As expected, they’re incredible!”

Jin Ming intended to use his profound cultivation to execute this Emperor-level Body Technique, seeking to crush Wen Qingye in a single blow.

CRACKLE!

The sound of crackling lightning followed in Jin Ming’s wake.

Before the crowd’s shocked and terrified eyes, Jin Ming transformed into an Angry Thunder Vajra, charging toward Wen Qingye with an air of absolute, imperious dominance.

CLANG!

Wen Qingye stood as immovable as a mountain. His sword shot out with incredible speed, moving forward to block the purple-glowing curved saber.

’He blocked it?’

Jin Ming hadn’t expected Wen Qingye to block the attack. In his memory, only one person could stop a blade that fast... and that was Yu.

”It’s time to end this.”

Wen Qingye’s eyes were cold and devoid of any emotion.

Jin Ming’s brow twitched. He felt Wen Qingye’s sword slash toward him, the flash of its blade faster than anything he had ever seen in his life.

CLANG!

A tremor ran up Jin Ming’s arm, and a sharp pain shot through the webbing of his thumb. He retreated backward in a flurry of steps, putting a good ten yards between them.

But just then, Wen Qingye strode forward like a shooting star, employing the Dragon Walk and Tiger Stride as he closed the distance. He brandished his sword in one hand and brought it down in a powerful slash.

A single sword strike, as unstoppable as a mountain of wind and fire! Wen Qingye unleashed his full power, holding nothing back, with no follow-up move planned. His very form seemed to be etched into the sky, radiating a boundless, blinding golden light.

The majesty of an Emperor!

The presence of an Emperor!

Wen Qingye’s Swordsmanship, whether it was overwhelmingly domineering or as ethereal and agile as the Piaomiao style, had reached the pinnacle of perfection. When he used the Sword Emperor Technique, he *was* the Sword Emperor!

For reasons he couldn’t explain, as he watched the sword descend, a chill ran down Jin Ming’s spine.

Jin Ming gripped his saber hilt with both hands, mustering every ounce of his strength to meet the blow.

But against Wen Qingye, who was using his full power augmented by the might of the Five Elements Body Refining Technique, how could Jin Ming possibly resist?

SCHLICK--!

A spray of blood erupted from Jin Ming’s mouth as his body was sent flying back dozens of yards, stopping right at the edge of the cliff. He had just lifted his head when a cold glint of light flashed before his eyes.

Silence.

Liu Han stood up!

Su Zixin also stood up!

All the disciples of the Jade Maiden Sect were on their feet, their eyes fixed on Wen Qingye and Jin Ming, who seemed on the verge of disappearing into the sea of clouds.

Ying Tian sucked in a sharp breath. His body was covered in minor wounds, but his eyes were locked on Wen Qingye in the distance. ’This Wen Qingye... he’s so strong!’

”Even Jin Ming was defeated?” Bai Shishuang’s eyes held an irrepressible tremor.

Wen Xing’s eyes bulged like bronze bells, his heart thundering in shock. ’Is this the same Wen Qingye from Xiebei Mountain? The one I could have hunted down at will?’

Yu had remained expressionless the entire time. It wasn’t until Wen Qingye unleashed that final sword strike that his lips parted slightly. ”He’s not bad.”

Wen Qingye had defeated Jin Ming!

Jin Ming looked at Wen Qingye, his eyes holding not a trace of disappointment but rather a frenzied ardor. He took out a Token and handed it over. ”Fine, fine. The Token is yours. I’ll be back for it.”

”We’ll see if you’re skilled enough.”

Wen Qingye accepted the Token, then gave his own to Jin Ming. Taking the new Token, Jin Ming turned without a word and walked back to his seat.