Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

A faint smile touched Wen Qingye’s lips as his eyes fell on Bai Chen. At that moment, everyone around had stopped fighting, their gazes fixed on Wen Qingye.

He stared indifferently at the group surrounding Bai Chen and said slowly, ”Move aside. Otherwise, you’ll face the consequences.”

”We’re from the Mystic Shadow Sect, aren’t you afraid...?” The leader had intended to threaten Wen Qingye, but he instantly recalled Wen Qingye’s identity and shut his mouth.

”I’ll give you three breaths,” Wen Qingye said, looking at the members of the Mystic Shadow Sect.

The leader, a master from the Mystic Shadow Sect at the Ninth Heaven of Yin Yang Realm, roared, ”Wen Qingye, do you really think your power is enough to blot out the sky?”

He then turned to the others beside him and said, ”Let’s attack together! Wen Qingye has just fought two consecutive battles; his Heart Spirit must be exhausted. We’ll kill him first, then fight for the Heart-Seeking Seed!”

The members of the Mystic Shadow Sect immediately closed in. Though fear lingered in their hearts, seeing that Wen Qingye was alone, their anger surged, and malice gave them courage.

’Truly courting death,’ Wen Qingye thought, shaking his head. There were plenty of other experts from various sects nearby. Even if the Mystic Shadow Sect obtained the Heart-Seeking Seed, they wouldn’t be able to keep it.

But Wen Qingye was no stranger to situations where people were blinded by greed. Sometimes, people acted on such slivers of hope. Everyone did. It’s just that some succeeded, and others failed.

With this thought, Wen Qingye pivoted, his body transforming into a gust of wind as he shot toward a leading master at the Yin Yang Realm Eighth Layer Heaven.

SWISH!

A sword flashed, and blood sprayed.

He strode forward again. With every rise and fall of his sword, another person fell. He was like a tiger among sheep, his presence utterly terrifying.

Zhou Wei’s Heart Spirit trembled, and he couldn’t help but frown. ’What fast swordsmanship! This won’t do. This Wen Qingye is already a handful. If other experts show up, I won’t even be able to escape.’

Thinking this, Zhou Wei braced himself and bolted into the distance.

”Damn it, Zhou Wei is getting away!”

”Zhou Wei has a Heart-Seeking Seed! We can’t let him escape so easily!”

”Leave the Heart-Seeking Seed behind!”

The shouts from the crowd grew fiercer and fiercer, yet not a single person was willing to take action.

Just as everyone was growing anxious, the dim sky suddenly darkened again, plunging into pitch-black.

”Trying to run?”

A tremendous voice, like a clap of thunder, resounded in all directions, shaking the highest heavens.

Zhou Wei’s expression changed on the spot. ”Li Xingyun!”

Li Xingyun was an adopted son of the Nebula Hall’s Great Elder, taken in twenty years ago. Named Li Xingyun, he was left to train in Nebula Hall. To everyone’s surprise, the man turned out to be a heaven-defying talent, a peerless prodigy rarely seen in the world. He reached the Ninth Heaven of the Yin-Yang Realm before he was even twenty.

Later, the current Hall Master of Nebula Hall even married his daughter to him. In a hundred years, barring any accidents, Li Xingyun was destined to become the next Hall Master of Nebula Hall and a major figure in the Eastern Profound Domain. He was currently ranked thirty-first on the Cyan Cloud List.

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PFFT PFFT PFFT PFFT...

Several cold glints of a sword swept past, and the remaining men fell one by one, howling in agony.

Only the master at the Ninth Heaven of Yin Yang Realm was left standing before Wen Qingye. His forehead was slick with sweat; he knew he was no match for Wen Qingye.

The man looked at Wen Qingye, finally let out a sigh, and said, ”The Mystic Shadow Sect gives up on the Heart-Seeking Seed.”

After speaking, the members of the Mystic Shadow Sect helped each other up and, under the protection of a few allied sects, sat down cross-legged to begin healing their wounds.

Bai Chen of the Asura Sect and Yangg Yi watched Wen Qingye slowly approach. They looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, their eyes filled with vigilance.

Wen Qingye looked at Bai Chen and said coolly, ”Hand over the Heart-Seeking Seed, or be killed without mercy!”

”Impossible,” Bai Chen said, shaking his head decisively. ”Now that it’s in my, Bai Chen’s, hands, you can forget about asking for it back.”

In Wen Qingye’s memory, the Asura Sect, much like the Heaven-Burying Sect, had intricate ties to the Taiyi Pavilion. Naturally, Wen Qingye would show no mercy now.

At this thought, Wen Qingye stepped forward and raised his sword. The blade pulsed with a heart-stirring golden light that could dazzle all creation, and a brilliant golden radiance bloomed behind him.

”Third Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! World-Shaking Fame!”

A majestic, domineering voice seemed to echo in all directions as a colossal stream of Sword Qi shot out from the void, sending boundless waves of energy spreading outward.

’World-Shaking Fame?’ A jolt went through Bai Chen’s heart as he watched the Sword Qi that seemed to tear the sky asunder bear down on him. He was suddenly horrified, and the fatigue from his previous battles vanished in an instant.

Bai Chen bit the tip of his tongue. His body began to act like a small vortex, continuously pulling in the surrounding Primordial Qi. Not only that, but ripples appeared around him, inky black and tinged with blood.

”Asura Infinite Palm!”

His palm shimmered with a bloody light, one that contained violence, slaughter, cruelty, and malice. Any Martial Artist with an unstable state of mind would have their heart thrown into chaos, losing all composure on the spot.

TSSSSS...

The surrounding buildings were instantly riddled with holes. The sky filled with Sword Qi and Palm Qi flying everywhere, like a swarm of hornets from a disturbed nest—a spectacular sight.

Wen Qingye swung his sword once more. As he did, the air grew strangely still. The Sword Aura pointed directly at Bai Chen’s throat. Still unsteady, Bai Chen’s face went pale, and he retreated again.

This sword strike was incomparably sharp, its edge fully revealed. No matter where Bai Chen retreated, he felt as if he were being pricked by needles, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

”Senior Brother, I’ll help you!”

Yangg Yi shouted, blocking Bai Chen. He moved both hands at once, and boundless Primordial Qi surged like a tidal wave, giving off the terrifying feeling of a volcanic eruption with magma shooting into the sky as it collided with the soul-piercing Sword Aura.

BOOM!

Wen Qingye’s toes dug into the ground. After launching consecutive attacks, his Qi Sea was also in turmoil, and he was forced back four steps.

Yangg Yi’s body, however, was like a piece of paper. He was slammed heavily into a wall, which couldn’t withstand such an impact and immediately crumbled, burying Yangg Yi beneath the rubble.

”Wen Qingye, you’re courting death!” Seeing Yangg Yi’s fate unknown after he’d protected him, Bai Chen roared with fury. His hands, seething with dreadful Primordial Qi, blasted toward Wen Qingye.

Bai Chen’s heart was now ablaze with rage, and his techniques became even more domineering. He was fighting with the intent to trade his life for his opponent’s. Wen Qingye naturally had no desire for such an exchange, so he fought while retreating.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!

A series of sharp, continuous sounds reverberated, reaching the ears of the crowd.

Those with lower cultivation could only see a continuous stream of afterimages. Often, by the time they heard an impact, the two fighters were already gone from that spot.

Nangong Xin gritted her teeth and snorted softly. ’Wen Qingye has become this powerful... It seems he might have been right. I really did let go of the only chance I had to kill him.’

”Brother Wul, do you know this Wen Qingye?” Wangg Xin asked, his clothes tattered and his appearance utterly wretched as he stared at Wen Qingye with a mix of shock and doubt.

”I don’t,” Wul Hua said with a frown. ”But I know for a fact he isn’t a Core Disciple.”

Yanm Chongwen, who was also heavily injured, watched Wen Qingye’s constantly vanishing figure with a grave expression. ”This man’s Swordsmanship is incredible. In my opinion, it’s no less than that of Jianng Xue’Er from Cloud Conceal Peak.”

Watching Wen Qingye, Luo Shicheng finally felt a little better. ’There’s still hope for the Celestial Profound Sect,’ he thought. ’It hasn’t been completely corrupted after all.’