Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Wen Qingye looked at the stone pillars and fiercely swung his sword.

CLANG!

The Sword Aura shot out, carving a deep gash into a stone pillar as thick as a man’s waist and sending stone chips flying.

’As expected of a Magical Artifact at the Peak of King Grade!’

Wen Qingye was slightly taken aback. After all, he had used eighty percent of his full strength in that strike, amplified by his Mid-Level King Grade One Thought Sword, yet he still hadn’t managed to cut the stone pillar in two.

Liu Xuan drifted toward the coffin and laughed heartily. "Give up the struggle! If your cultivation were a little stronger, you might have a sliver of a chance with that Treasure Sword in your hand. But you’re only at the Sixth Level of the Yin Yang Realm. I don’t know why your Primordial Qi is so abundant, but the gap between our realms is insurmountable. You have no hope of breaking through my Magical Artifact!"

Liu Xuan understood at a glance why Wen Qingye was so formidable. His Primordial Qi was not only exceptionally pure but also incredibly abundant, which was why he was so powerful for someone at his level.

"Is that so?"

Wen Qingye glanced at the confident Liu Xuan, his palm gently stroking the Sword Body of his One Thought Sword.

In that instant!

Countless motes of golden light clung to the Sword Body of the One Thought Sword. Wen Qingye stood proud and aloof, his tyrannical aura continuously surging, rushing straight into the clouds.

"Third Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Shake the Mountains and Rivers!"

The One Thought Sword hacked down heavily upon the Stone Prison, and myriad golden lights burst forth from its blade.

BOOM!

Everyone felt the deafening crash, as if the very earth were trembling.

Liu Xuan stopped abruptly, her expression changing. A crack had appeared on one of the stone pillars, and it looked as if it could collapse at any moment.

"Suppress him!" Liu Xuan bit the tip of her tongue, continuously pouring her Primordial Qi into the stone pillars.

Instantly, the stone pillars began to glow with a stunning cyan light.

Wen Qingye’s eyes narrowed. The Sword Aura flowing from his hand grew even more powerful, suffusing the air with a golden brilliance. The chilling Sword Aura seemed to carry a trace of an Emperor’s presence.

"You still want to break my Stone Prison? Keep dreaming."

CRACK!

As Liu Xuan channeled more and more Primordial Qi, the stone pillars grew larger and larger. Suddenly, several snake-like bolts of lightning shot out from them, lunging rapidly toward Wen Qingye.

HSSSSSS!

As the bolts of lightning flew toward him, a glint appeared in Wen Qingye’s eyes.

"First Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Massacre!"

He swung his sword, and it was as if a thousand Sword Auras were dancing in the air, their sharp, relentless momentum vast and boundless.

The bolts of lightning converged on Wen Qingye from all directions, seeking to devour him, but he remained calm and unhurried, as if he had a plan firmly in mind.

He was like a man in the eye of a hurricane. Within a radius of just ten feet, the tyrannical lightning let out roars that shook one’s very Heart Spirit. If a Qi Cultivation Martial Artist were in his place, the sound alone would make their heart race until they dropped dead on the spot.

The Sword Aura and bolts of lightning continuously intertwined, glowing brilliantly.

Suddenly, Wen Qingye moved. The sword in his hand shot out toward one of the stone pillars. A point of golden light flared at the sword’s tip, carrying with it an unparalleled, tyrannical power and the supreme presence of an Emperor.

SHATTER!

The Stone Prison collapsed in an instant, and a thick cloud of dust billowed up around the area.

Liu Xuan felt a massive shockwave reverberate through her Heart Spirit, and a sweet taste welled up in her throat.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from Liu Xuan’s mouth. She stumbled back four or five steps, her eyes filled with shock as she stared at the cloud of dust before her.

The sword light blazed, its power peerless.

Wen Qingye shot Liu Xuan a cold glance before rushing toward the coffin.

Just then, Shii Tangyu finally dealt with the Corpse Ghost and rushed toward the coffin with almost the same speed as Wen Qingye. They arrived at the same time, one on the left side and one on the right.

"THUD!" "THUD!"

Both of their palms landed on the coffin at the same time, and the ancient, pitch-black wood resounded with the impact.

"A Registered Disciple Token? You’re a disciple of the Celestial Profound Sect?" Shii Tangyu stared, stunned, at the Token hanging from Wen Qingye’s waist.

Hearing Shii Tangyu’s words, Liu Xuan, Wang Hai, Youx Dong, Tang Rui, and the short old man from the Heaven-Burying Sect were all slightly astonished. They never expected this young man with such remarkable Swordsmanship to also be a disciple of the Celestial Profound Sect, just like Shii Tangyu—and a mere Registered Disciple at that.

"That’s right," Wen Qingye didn’t deny it, the corners of his mouth curving into a slight smile.

Shii Tangyu’s lips parted slightly, his eyes glinting coldly. "Let go, and I’ll spare your life."

"Spare my life?" Wen Qingye’s tone turned cold as well.

Seeing Wen Qingye’s reaction, Shii Tangyu knew he wouldn’t let go. He abruptly tightened his grip on his sword and thrust it toward Wen Qingye.

When Liu Xuan saw Shii Tangyu attack, she couldn’t help but feel a secret shock. ’So fast! Shii Tangyu’s swordsmanship is astonishingly quick. And the angles of his attacks are so strange and unpredictable. He truly is worthy of being a Core Disciple of the Celestial Profound Sect’s Cloud Conceal Peak.’

Wang Hai said with admiration, "What exquisite Swordsmanship. The Core Disciples of Cloud Conceal Peak truly have terrifying skill with the blade."

Shii Tangyu’s sword was like a venomous snake, fierce and vicious, striking at Wen Qingye’s vital points. He looked as if he wouldn’t stop until Wen Qingye was dead, showing no regard for the fact that they were from the same sect.

Wen Qingye didn’t even twitch an eyebrow as his sword moved to meet Shii Tangyu’s.

The move was effortless and casual, yet it was a stroke of genius, untraceable and perfect. It instantly turned Shii Tangyu’s offensive into nothing. Suddenly, Shii Tangyu found himself threatened by Wen Qingye’s sword, trapped in a fatal position.

Shii Tangyu’s expression changed drastically. He never imagined Wen Qingye’s Swordsmanship had reached such a level. He hastily tried to retreat, but it was too late.

"SHLICK!"

Wen Qingye’s sword still managed to cut Shii Tangyu’s arm. Fresh blood sprayed out, spattering on the ground.

Everyone looked at the young man whose hand was still resting on the coffin and collectively gasped. Any thoughts of underestimating him vanished completely.

This... this Registered Disciple’s Swordsmanship was horrifying. He’d even injured a Core Disciple from Cloud Conceal Peak. It was terrifying.

Shii Tangyu’s face flushed crimson. Although the wound was only superficial, he had been utterly defeated in their exchange of Swordsmanship. Wen Qingye was just a Registered Disciple, while he was a Core Disciple. How could his pride possibly endure such a thing?

"BOOM!"

Just then, a series of loud noises echoed in everyone’s ears.

Youx Dong and Tang Rui had both finished off their Corpse Ghosts. They popped pills into their mouths and fixed their gazes on Wen Qingye.

For a moment,

Wen Qingye had become the common enemy.

"I have a feeling the contents of this coffin are quite extraordinary. How about I open it for everyone to have a look?" Wen Qingye said with a smile.

’The Coffin Fungus becomes exceptionally active when exposed to moonlight. The moment the coffin is opened will be the perfect opportunity. I’m confident I can grab the Coffin Fungus for myself as I open it.’

Shii Tangyu snorted coldly. "Hmph, who knows what little tricks you’re planning. I don’t trust you. In my opinion, we should let the Eldest Princess open it."

Without even glancing at Shii Tangyu, Wen Qingye said coolly, "You don’t have the right to speak here."

"You’re courting death!"

Hearing Wen Qingye’s words, Shii Tangyu’s eyes turned crimson. When had he ever been so humiliated? At that thought, Shii Tangyu furiously drew his sword and charged at Wen Qingye.