Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

”You... How are you not dead?” Zhu Yan stared at Wen Qingye in astonishment, pointing a trembling finger at him.

”Gods, aren’t those seven points of light the body’s seven fatal acupoints? How is Wen Qingye still alive?”

”Impossible. Zhu Yan must have made a mistake. He must have missed the right spots.”

”But how is Wen Qingye not even injured? His clothes are completely undamaged.”

”He’s alive... Wen Qingye is actually still alive.”

For a moment, shock was written on everyone’s faces. It was as if they couldn’t believe their own eyes.

Tu Bai raised his greatsaber, recalling something. ’His body is incredibly strong,’ he thought. ’Like a monster’s.’

Wen Qingye caressed the blade of his One Thought Sword. ”I only need one move to kill you!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Qingye brought his sword up horizontally before him. An unparalleled, domineering aura enveloped him as his presence surged, rising to a seemingly limitless peak.

Wen Qingye held the One Thought Sword, and the aura around its blade swelled continuously. It was as if the sword had transformed into a colossal blade that could pierce the heavens, its energy roiling violently.

”Fifth Form of the Sword Emperor Technique—Sword Dominator of the World!”

Wen Qingye slashed down. Wherever the blade passed, the surrounding Primordial Qi erupted into shockwaves, scattering violently to the sides.

Zhu Yan looked up. It was as if a greatsword capable of cleaving mountains was about to descend from the void, ready to shatter the land and annihilate everything in its path. Under its oppressive weight, he felt his own insignificance. He felt despair.

”Fan Dance of the Nine Heavens!”

In a panic, Zhu Yan brandished his bright silver fan. Several orbs of light erupted around him, spinning rapidly to form a protective barrier.

In that instant!

Everyone seemed to forget about the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele and its emanating Dao Patterns. Their eyes were fixed, lost in a trance, on the colossal blade descending from the void.

BOOM!

The blade finally descended, crashing down upon Zhu Yan’s protective barrier of light. Its speed didn’t diminish in the slightest as it continued its forward momentum.

In an instant, a fissure over a hundred feet long was torn into the earth, sending dust and debris flying.

As for Zhu Yan, he had vanished without a trace.

Silence!

The entire area fell utterly silent.

Even Luu Fangliang and Muxue, who had been fighting over the Dao Patterns, stopped their exchange to stare at the massive fissure.

SHINK!

Wen Qingye sheathed his sword, his gaze falling upon Huang Zhentian.

Huang Zhentian’s gaze had been fixed on the spot where Zhu Yan vanished. He only snapped back to his senses when Wen Qingye looked at him. ”Wen Qingye,” he said grimly, ”your skills are truly extraordinary. You even managed to kill Zhu Yan.”

”You’re next,” Wen Qingye said casually, a faint smile on his lips.

Weii Xiaoxiao glared at Wen Qingye and shouted, ”Wen Qingye, we’ll see if you have what it takes! From this day forward, my Nebula Hall will not rest until you are dead!”

”The same goes for my Asura Sect!”

”We won’t rest until you’re dead!”

”We won’t rest until you’re dead!”

The sentiment echoed through dozens of surrounding Sects, their deafening war cries shaking the air. The awe everyone had felt at the magnificence of that single sword strike was now buried beneath the frenzied shouts for blood.

”Then cut the crap. Today, I will kill anyone who tries to stop me from killing the people of Taiyi Pavilion.”

Wen Qingye sneered, then strode forward, sword in hand, and charged directly at the members of the Xingluo Sect shielding Huang Zhentian.

Jiekong couldn’t help but frown. ”This Wen Qingye is so ferocious. He’s actually still going after the people from Taiyi Pavilion.”

”The Celestial Profound Sect and Taiyi Pavilion share an irreconcilable feud. Isn’t this perfect? I’ll just wait on the sidelines and help myself to the Dao Patterns,” Zhong Tiandao said with a cold laugh.

Liang Qing, standing nearby, gritted his teeth. ”That’s true. I never thought the struggle for the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele would turn into such a bloody affair. But in my opinion, once Hankong of Taiyi Pavilion makes his move, Wen Qingye of the Celestial Profound Sect won’t be jumping around for much longer.”

Zhong Tiandao was silent for a long moment before replying, ”Hankong’s power is profound and unfathomable. I have no idea what level he has reached. But from the looks of it, he seems to be waiting for the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele to release its final few Dao Patterns... or perhaps, the final Martial Arts Aura.”

The last few Dao Patterns released by the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele before the final aura appears are, in fact, exceptionally powerful Martial Arts techniques. They are the very essence of the stele’s Dao Patterns, comparable even to the final Martial Arts Aura itself. After all, the Martial Arts Aura contains every Martial Art housed within the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele.

In truth, everyone’s main objective was to obtain these last few Dao Patterns, or to snatch a Spirit-Grade Martial Art from the thousands of Martial Arts Auras within the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele. Those were the most precious treasures of all.

The fierce battle didn’t affect the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele’s emission of Dao Patterns. People in the vicinity were constantly collecting them, and it seemed most had made some gains—with the exception of a few Sects, such as the Celestial Profound Sect and the Jade Maiden Sect.

By now, Wen Qingye had already charged before the members of the Xingluo Sect. He swung his sword fiercely, unleashing a Sword Aura dozens of feet long.

Seeing this, the members of the Xingluo Sect hastily raised their weapons and executed their strongest Martial Arts to block Wen Qingye’s assault.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

After the series of impacts, several figures were sent flying backward, drenched in blood.

”Weii Xiaoxiao, our fight isn’t over!” With a flick of his arm, Jun Buwu’s iron chain shot out like a furious dragon baring its fangs, lunging toward Weii Xiaoxiao just as she was about to ambush Wen Qingye.

Weii Xiaoxiao’s heart filled with rage, but Jun Buwu’s strength was considerable, leaving her no choice but to engage him.

Meanwhile, Sima Feng charged into the Heaven-Burying Sect’s ranks like a tiger pouncing on a flock of sheep. With his Cyan Peak Dagger, he stabbed, flicked, and slashed... and in an instant, the ground was stained red with blood.

Tao Liuu let out a great shout and hurried after Wen Qingye, his palms a blur of motion, his own presence impressively powerful.

Youu Junlian watched Wen Qingye’s flickering figure at the front and said with a wry smile, ”Perhaps we should hold back for now. We can make our move when he needs us most.”

Su Ding smiled. ”Qingyun, it looks like we won’t need to intervene after all.”

”The people from Taiyi Pavilion still haven’t made a move,” Su Qingyun said, her gaze drifting toward Hankong, who hadn’t taken his eyes off the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele.

Hearing Su Qingyun’s words, Su Ding’s expression grew solemn, and he nodded.

The sounds of slaughter echoed in all directions. Figures from several Sects had already died at Wen Qingye’s hands, but he only seemed to grow fiercer with every clash, his sword moving ever faster.

”Senior Brother Gu, let’s join forces and kill him!” Huang Zhentian abruptly said to Gu Xu beside him.

Gu Xu’s brow furrowed, but he nodded. ”Fine.”

With that, the two shot forward, rushing Wen Qingye from the left and right in an apparent pincer attack.

Gu Xu drew his saber, unleashing a wave of silver-white energy that rolled forward like a howling tide.

Wen Qingye had just retracted his sword when he sensed the attacks from both sides. His heart tightened. With footwork like a slithering dragon, he dodged Gu Xu’s wave of Sword Qi.

”Die, Wen Qingye!”