Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Miaoxuan had also noticed Bladeless by now and couldn’t help but sigh in admiration, ”It truly is a Supreme Treasure Sword.”

Yum Baobao looked at Huang Zishan and Mo Qing, then hmphed, ”You just wait. You’ll be handing over all your Returning Fragrance Pills. Don’t go crying about it when the time comes.”

Hearing Yum Baobao’s words, Huang Zishan immediately laughed. ”Who’s the one who loves to cry? How ridiculous.”

Yum Baobao’s face flushed red, and she glared angrily at Huang Zishan.

Just then, a man behind Mo Qing spoke with indifference, ”Wen Qingye alone? He doesn’t have the strength to make me hand over my Returning Fragrance Pills.”

Mo Qing turned her head and smiled sweetly. ”Lul Chen, I’ll leave the rest to you. Defeat Wen Qingye, and also those two Xiang Family brothers from Purple Bamboo Peak.”

Lul Chen’s expression turned serious. He clasped his fists and said, ”Senior Sister Mo, rest assured. The four of us brothers will not disappoint you.”

”Lul Chen, you’re not necessarily a match for my brothers and me combined. I advise you not to run your mouth. Take back what you just said, lest you embarrass yourself later.”

The two men behind Huang Zishan looked displeased. One of them, a tall and lean man, suddenly stepped forward and shouted coldly.

But Lul Chen remained unconcerned, a smirk playing on his lips. ”Hmph. A pack of imps and demons. Nothing but a group of little ghosts.”

The tall, lean man from Purple Bamboo Peak was about to speak again, but he suddenly stopped, his eyes drawn to the front.

Wen Qingye had grabbed Hua Du’s Sumeru Mustard Seed, snatched the three Returning Fragrance Pills Hua Du had worked so hard to obtain, and swallowed them in one gulp.

Instantly, countless fine, dense streams of green Essence rushed toward the cracks in Wen Qingye’s meridians, as if trying to repair them. But it was undoubtedly a drop in the bucket, a pebble in the ocean.

But Wen Qingye knew that it was better than nothing. Having just broken through, the mending effect from these Returning Fragrance Pills was still a welcome bonus.

”WEN! QING! YE!”

Hua Du’s eyes were bloodshot as he bit out each word. If looks could kill, Wen Qingye would have died countless times by now.

Seeing this, Mao Huayuan’s pupils contracted, his gaze turning as sharp as a knife. ”You really don’t take me seriously, do you? Wen Qingye, you will pay the price for what you just did.”

SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

As Mao Huayuan finished speaking, he waved his hand.

Surging Primordial Qi poured down. The astonishing force of his palm strike kicked up waves of air on Danxuan Peak, which continuously spread and battered the surroundings.

Wen Qingye’s current cultivation was at the Fourth Heaven of Destruction Realm. Not to mention, he had repeatedly tempered the energy within him, making his Primordial Qi exceptionally robust and resilient. On top of that, the wisp of golden aura left in his body by the Azure Dragon Pearl was incomparably tyrannical.

His cultivation level was already higher than Mao Huayuan’s, to say nothing of his physical body and mastery of the Sword Dao. Why would he possibly fear Mao Huayuan?

’Do they really think I’m a pushover? Trash? What a laughable bunch.’

Wen Qingye gave a slight, cold smile. His hand shot out, gripping the hilt of Bladeless and drawing it. The Primordial Qi in his body erupted violently. The moment he unleashed his Primordial Qi, the roiling air around him seemed to crackle and boil.

He then extended his left palm and struck the Sword Body of Bladeless.

VMMMM!

The Bladeless Sword let out a roar that could shake the heavens, and a torrent of Primordial Qi, like a frenzied dragon, shot from its blade, charging toward Mao Huayuan.

The deafening roar of a dragon echoed and reverberated across all of Danxuan Peak, making it seem as if the very earth was trembling.

Miaoxuan’s eyes suddenly grew solemn. ”Such tyrannical Primordial Qi, so profound. What is this disciple’s name?”

Mo Qing seemed to realize something and cursed under her breath. ’So strong. That Wen Qingye was actually hiding his strength. But I refuse to lose to that little wench.’

Countless people stared up at the Golden Dragon that Wen Qingye had unleashed with a single palm strike, their hearts filled with shock. Only now did they realize that in terms of depth or purity of Primordial Qi, they were completely outmatched.

BOOM!

With a loud CRACK of impact, Mao Huayuan’s entire body, no different from Hua Du’s before him, was sent flying and landed heavily on the ground.

Silence fell over Danxuan Peak. The crowd could only hear the frantic beating of their own hearts.

”Little Junior Brother’s strength is this incredible... He truly lives up to his rank as the eleventh master on the Cyan Cloud List,” Sunx Li muttered to himself.

Wen Qingye walked slowly toward Hua Du, dragging the long Bladeless sword behind him, carving a deep gash into the ground. A sharp glint shone in his dark eyes.

”Wen... Wen Qingye, what are you doing?” Hua Du scrambled backward, using both his hands and feet, and looked at Wen Qingye with a frown.

”What do you think?” Wen Qingye sneered at Hua Du.

Although Wen Qingye couldn’t kill Hua Du under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he could still make Hua Du understand the meaning of extreme pain.

The sky above was still a chaotic scene of battle. Although many had noticed the situation here, they were too preoccupied to intervene.

Just as Wen Qingye was about ten yards from Hua Du, he suddenly felt an extremely sharp gust of wind hurtling toward his back, aimed directly at the vital point over his heart.

This sword strike was undeniably vicious. Unlike a typical spar, it seemed aimed to take Wen Qingye’s life.

Wen Qingye’s brow furrowed slightly. He spun around rapidly, striking out mercilessly with Bladeless. The emerald-green longsword was sent flying by his blow.

Everyone subconsciously followed the emerald-green longsword with their eyes, watching it land in the hand of a pretty young woman.

It was Mo Qing.

Wen Qingye looked at Mo Qing, his eyes gradually turning cold.

Mo Qing seemed completely unfazed by Wen Qingye’s gaze. She gripped her sword with a reverse grip, and her red lips parted slightly in a smile. ”I broke through too quickly recently and have already reached the Destruction Realm Fifth Layer Heaven. My cultivation is unstable, so I urgently need these Returning Fragrance Pills to consolidate it.”

In the distance, Huang Zishan’s brows knitted together tightly when she heard Mo Qing’s words. ”What? Destruction Realm Fifth Layer Heaven?”

”Mo Qing, stop daydreaming!”

Yum Baobao’s large eyes flashed as she stomped angrily to Wen Qingye’s side and shouted.

”Baobao, that’s not up to you.”

A faint smile touched Mo Qing’s eyes. Her red lips curled, and with a wave of her elegant hand, she commanded, ”Attack!”

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Four figures shot out from behind Mo Qing, streaking forward with an imposing aura, charging straight for Wen Qingye. It was Lul Chen and his three companions. Seeing them approach, many of the onlookers hastily retreated.

”Baobao, stand back!”

Wen Qingye smiled faintly and said to Yum Baobao beside him.

”Okay, Baobao trusts Brother Wen.” Yum Baobao nodded obediently and retreated to a safe distance behind Wen Qingye.

Primordial Qi swirled violently in the sky above. It seemed an intense battle was about to erupt at any moment.

Five people were attacking at once!