Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

”Ah!” ”Ah!”

The members of the Ke Family squeezed their eyes shut, their hearts filled with terror as they let out ear-piercing screams.

WHOOSH!

Just as the Primordial Qi Ball was about to crash into the Ke Family, an ancient-looking longsword intercepted it. The ball of qi halted abruptly, then was batted straight back toward Ou Zeming.

BOOM!

Ou Zeming’s brow furrowed sharply. With a slap of his palm, he dispersed the Primordial Qi Ball into nothingness, the force of the impact sending him drifting backward.

Startled, everyone subconsciously turned to look at the sword’s owner—a young man in white robes.

Ou Zeming roared, ”Who are you? Do you know who I am? Do you have any idea who you’re saving?”

Burning with rage, Ou Zeming fired off a series of questions, his tone growing more intense with each one.

Wen Qingye looked at Ou Zeming and gave a faint, cold smile. ”You’re from the Heaven-Burying Sect, aren’t you?”

Ou Zeming’s brow furrowed, and he began to calm down. He demanded, ”You know I’m from the Heaven-Burying Sect, yet you still dare to stand in my way? Who exactly are you?”

”Wen Qingye of the Celestial Profound Sect!”

With a cold cry, Wen Qingye swung his sword toward Ou Zeming. The single motion birthed a torrent of Sword Qi, its power unstoppable. He stood tall and proud, his regal bearing second to none.

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

A clear hum emanated from the sword, filled with incomparable majesty and domineering power.

Hearing Wen Qingye’s words, the surrounding crowd paled in shock. Ou Zeming, in particular, had a look of wild joy in his eyes.

”Wen Qingye, you’re really courting death! A mere Yin-Yang Realm practitioner dares to play the hero? HAHAHAHAHA!”

With a maniacal laugh, Ou Zeming unleashed the Primordial Qi from his palm. Like a tempest scattering clouds, it surged toward Wen Qingye’s Sword Qi.

The sword strike cleaved the Palm Qi in two, then continued unabated toward Ou Zeming.

Ou Zeming’s face drained of color as he hastily threw up his hands to block.

BANG!

Somehow, Ou Zeming felt he hadn’t just blocked a stream of Sword Qi, but an entire mountain crashing down upon him.

’Slaying Immortal Sword Dao! Rock Law!’

Blood sprayed across the sky as Ou Zeming’s body exploded into a rain of gore, painting the heavens red.

Everyone stared, stunned, at the crimson-stained sky.

Ke Hai stammered, dumbfounded, ”Ou Zeming was a master at the Second Heaven of the Destruction Realm, yet he was just killed with a single sword strike...”

’Such terrifying power... That one sword strike was just incredible.’ Ke Yuan knew full well how strong Ou Zeming had been, so his shock was even greater than Ke Hai’s.

Lin Fengg was scared witless. Overcome with terror, he cried out, ”Wen Qingye, do you have any idea who you just killed?”

”I dared to kill even Hankong, one of the seven great prodigies of Taiyi Pavilion. What makes you think I’d hesitate to kill a mere member of the Heaven-Burying Sect?”

Having spoken, Wen Qingye surged forward with the gait of a Dragon Walk and Tiger Stride. His sword moved as swiftly as the wind, flashing with a glittering golden light. At that moment, everyone watching felt their hearts clench.

”First Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Proud Sword!”

He slashed out. A golden light shot forth with Thunderous Force, its speed so shocking it seemed like a mere flicker of lightning to everyone present.

’Lifeless Sword Dao! Swift Wind Law!’

Seeing the Sword Aura flying toward him, Lin Fengg frantically twirled his long spear into a series of defensive flourishes. The spear’s tip became a cold glint of light as he thrust it toward Wen Qingye’s attack.

Lin Fengg’s Spear Technique was undeniably fast, but in the instant his spear shot out, Wen Qingye was already in front of him, his own sword slashing across without mercy.

SCHLICK!

Lin Fengg’s eyes were wide with disbelief, the expression on his face frozen as his body slowly crumpled to the ground.

Wen Qingye retracted his longsword and fixed his cold gaze on Ke Yuan.

Meeting Wen Qingye’s eyes, Ke Yuan couldn’t help but stammer, ”L-Lord Wen...”

”You’re also with the Heaven-Burying Sect, aren’t you?”

Hearing Wen Qingye’s cold, merciless words, Ke Yuan shuddered and said softly, ”I, Ke Yuan, have already withdrawn from the Heaven-Burying Sect. I am no longer one of them.”

”Why?” Wen Qingye asked, his expression unreadable.

Ke Yuan suddenly became extremely agitated. He gritted his teeth and said, ”The things the Heaven-Burying Sect does are simply unconscionable, an offense to gods and men alike! I don’t think anyone with a shred of humanity could bear to witness it. I couldn’t stand their ways and their cruel methods, so I planned to leave. But who knew they’d brand me a traitor and hunt me down to kill me?”

”Keep talking.” The cold glint in Wen Qingye’s eyes didn’t fade as he nodded for Ke Yuan to continue.

Ke Yuan nodded and continued, ”Many within the Heaven-Burying Sect use the Essence Blood of mortals for their cultivation. To avoid creating a stir, they started by brutally murdering beggars and refugees. But as their influence expanded and their congregation grew, they eventually raised their butcher’s knives against entire remote countries. These small nations are far from the Celestial Profound Mountain Domain and were wiped out by the Heaven-Burying Sect before they could even react.”

”Oh?” A thought suddenly struck Wen Qingye. ”Which countries have they massacred?”

Ke Yuan quickly replied, ”They’ve massacred two so far, both small countries to the southwest. They didn’t wipe them out completely, but they killed hundreds of thousands of people. Now, they’re showing a tendency to move toward the small countries in the northwest. It’s both a feint and a way to divert attention.”

Hearing this, Wen Qingye’s brow furrowed and his heart sank. Then, a thought occurred to him. ”By the way, that first man I killed—what was his status?”

Ke Yuan’s expression grew grave. ”That was Ou Zeming, the grandson of the Heaven-Burying Sect’s Great Elder, Ouyang.”

Wen Qingye nodded, silent for a long moment before finally speaking. ”In that case, the Ke Family’s defection will earn you the endless pursuit of the Heaven-Burying Sect, unless you can escape their sphere of influence.”

”Yes, that’s the only way,” Ke Yuan said, shaking his head helplessly.

Wen Qingye suddenly gave a mysterious smile. ”I might have a place for you to go.”

Not suspecting a thing, Ke Yuan said hurriedly, ”Lord Wen, please, where is it?”

...

Wen Qingye watched as Ke Yuan and Ke Hai led the members of the Ke Family away, then turned and continued on his way.

After the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Wen Qingye, moving with incredible speed thanks to his Body Technique, could already see the walls of Liuu City, an outer city of Jinchuan Country.

Just then, however, Wen Qingye suddenly sensed a powerful aura approaching at great speed. It seemed to be coming straight for him.

’A master,’ the Ice Python said from within Wen Qingye’s Sea of Consciousness. ’Someone even stronger than Lim Tian.’

”ROAR!”

With a low roar, the Ice Python shot out from his body. It lunged forward, and Wen Qingye floated gracefully onto its back.