Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Wen Qingye watched the furious Bai Chen, knowing the man was severely wounded. After fighting continuously, he was now running on pure rage alone.

’One burst of spirit, a second of decline, a third of exhaustion.’ He knew that once Bai Chen’s momentum faltered, he would be easy to defeat.

Bai Chen struck out again, aiming a palm at Wen Qingye’s skull. The mighty force of the attack whipped up a gale, sending Wen Qingye’s clothes and hair fluttering wildly.

A sharp glint flashed in Wen Qingye’s eyes. Bai Chen had lost all composure.

"In your next life, remember not to be a lackey for the Taiyi Pavilion."

The aura of the One Thought Sword surged madly. A phantom sword light flashed as all its sharp intent converged, pouring into the blade. Wen Qingye stepped onto the air, his figure blurring as he slashed his sword toward Bai Chen’s chest.

BANG!

Bai Chen was slammed to the ground by the slash. The stone beneath him spiderwebbed with cracks.

"I... I... You... dare..." Bai Chen reached out his hands toward Wen Qingye, but his words died on his lips as he collapsed to the ground.

"Bai Chen is dead too?"

"The leading figure of his generation from the Asura Sect was actually slain by Wen Qingye of the Celestial Profound Sect."

"Wen Qingye still came out on top. Even Bai Chen was no match for him."

"Bai Chen was strong too. It’s a shame he ran into Wen Qingye."

Wen Qingye’s actions left the crowd dumbfounded. First, he killed Xu Houcai, then he cut down Jiangshan Guest, and now he had slain Bai Chen. Three kills in a row. The onlookers couldn’t help but grow wary of him, but that caution was instantly annihilated by their overwhelming greed.

Wen Qingye collected the Heart-Seeking Seed from Bai Chen’s hand and his eyes subconsciously turned to the owner of the final Heart-Seeking Seed.

At this moment, Zhou Wei was caught in a storm of attacks, his situation utterly miserable.

Although his strength was extremely formidable thanks to his Emperor-grade low-level magic artifact, the Flowing Cloud Ruler, he had run into Li Xingyun. With his Nebula Fist Technique, Li Xingyun had broken through the Flowing Cloud Ruler’s defense in just two punches.

The onlookers all gasped in unison. This was an absolutely overwhelming advantage.

Zhou Wei gritted his teeth. Giving up before the very last moment was not his style. He immediately circulated all the True Qi in his body, gathering it into his right arm.

"Flowing Cloud Fist!"

A light, fluid aura spread out for several yards around him, belying the immense power it contained.

Li Xingyun stood not far away, motionless, waiting for Zhou Wei’s attack.

BOOM!

The aura of the Flowing Cloud Fist swelled to a crescendo as Zhou Wei unleashed the punch, its speed pushed to the absolute maximum.

Li Xingyun didn’t move an inch. Only when Zhou Wei’s fist was about ten feet away did he abruptly throw a punch of his own.

Instantly, the ambient Primordial Qi scattered, turning into thick white mist.

Before Li Xingyun’s Nebula Fist Technique, all of Zhou Wei’s moves were rendered null, a complete and utter defeat.

Zhou Wei’s face flushed, and a tearing pain shot through his chest. He stumbled back four steps before steadying himself.

"Li Xingyun, I’m no match for you. The Heart-Seeking Seed is yours." With a wave of his hand, Zhou Wei sent a dark object flying swiftly toward Li Xingyun.

Li Xingyun reached out, snatching the Heart-Seeking Seed from the air. He glanced at it, then nodded.

Meanwhile, Wen Qingye had become the public enemy. In everyone’s eyes, his cultivation was clearly no match for Li Xingyun’s, and more importantly, he now held two Heart-Seeking Seeds.

Just then, a woman with a cold expression walked out. Her gaze was fixed on Wen Qingye as she said slowly, "For one person to take two Heart-Seeking Seeds... that doesn’t seem right, does it?"

Afterward, a young man also stepped up and nodded in agreement. "That’s right, I think so too. Everyone here is a young prodigy from various countries and sects. Wen Qingye, while your strength is impressive, you can’t just act lawlessly."

This person was Hua Shusheng of the Green Sun Sect. His cultivation was at the Ninth Heaven of Yin Yang Realm, making him extremely accomplished. At this moment, his eyes burned with intense greed, making it clear he wouldn’t rest until Wen Qingye handed over a Heart-Seeking Seed.

"Hand over one Heart-Seeking Seed. You can keep one, and I, Jiang Li, will have nothing more to say." A bare-chested, burly man also stepped forward.

Instantly, all eyes were on him, a crushing weight of gazes filled with either intimidation or greed.

Wen Qingye paid no mind to their stares. His long robes fluttered in the evening breeze, a hint of cold indifference in his expression, and the sword in his hand reflected a shimmering light.

"You want a Heart-Seeking Seed? Fine. Defeat me," Wen Qingye said nonchalantly to the crowd around him.

"Arrogant! Ignorant!"

"Wen Qingye is too conceited. He’s just asking to die."

"With your level of strength, you think you deserve two Heart-Seeking Seeds?"

The resulting uproar vibrated through the area, so powerful it seemed to disperse the clouds overhead. Everyone glared at Wen Qingye, their faces filled with rage.

Seeing this, Luo Shicheng hurried over. "Young Master Wen, perhaps we should leave one Heart-Seeking Seed behind..."

Wen Qingye waved his hand dismissively, his expression impassive. "Just stay on the sidelines," he said.

"Hahaha, what a lively scene."

Suddenly, a loud, clear laugh cut through the night sky.

Everyone was slightly startled, then turned to look toward the source of the sound. They saw an exceptionally enchanting and beautiful woman in a striking red dress. She was walking towards them from a short distance away, followed by several other people.

Li Xingyun, who had already put away his Heart-Seeking Seed, couldn’t help but frown upon seeing the woman. "Ding You of the Chaotic Heaven Ancient Country."

A hush fell over the crowd.

The onlookers fell silent, their tirade against Wen Qingye forgotten. All eyes, wide with shock, were fixed on the woman before them.

Wen Qingye looked over as well. He clearly saw the Adam’s apple on the ’woman’s’ neck and couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

Ding You cast a flirtatious look over the crowd and giggled coquettishly. "Hee hee... why is everyone staring at poor little me? Weren’t you all fighting over the Heart-Seeking Seeds?"

A chill ran down the spines of everyone present, and a feeling of revulsion washed over them.

"What’s wrong? Don’t you want the Heart-Seeking Seeds anymore?" Ding You said with a smile, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

Every person who met his eyes immediately looked away, not daring to hold his gaze. Those who had been about to rush Wen Qingye now lowered their heads, shrinking back like quails.

Ding You, a genius ranked thirty-fifth on the Cyan Cloud List, a monstrous talent from the Chaotic Heaven Ancient Country. An Elder from the Taiyi Pavilion once wanted to take him as a disciple, but was refused. His personality was inscrutable and his moods erratic. His favorite pastime was dressing as a woman.

A Prince from a small country once mocked him verbally. As a result, less than a month later, Ding You went to that small country’s Imperial City and went on a rampage, slaughtering everyone in his path. In a single night, he massacred the entire Imperial Palace.

With his cultivation at the Yin Yang Realm Eighth Layer Heaven, Ding You slaughtered the five Yin-Yang Realm masters within the Imperial Palace. That day, blood flowed like rivers, staining the moon red. More than ten thousand people died, all massacred by his hand alone.

This person was nothing short of ruthless and vicious. And it was precisely this incident that caused his infamy to skyrocket.