Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

’I wonder if this Fangg Xin can stop Wen Qingye... No, he definitely can.’ Tu Bai watched Fangg Xin, finding him more and more remarkable the longer he looked.

Tu Bai seemed to think of something, a grin spreading across his face as he laughed to himself. ’Hahaha, neither of them is a match for me. Once I unleash my true Mad Saber, who could possibly be my opponent?’

His mountain-like physique trembled behind the crowd as he cackled inwardly. After a long moment, he collected himself and looked back toward the two men in front.

At that moment, Pei Yuan was being supported by Liu Jingwen and Yan Yuhuan, his eyes fixed on the two facing off ahead.

"How ridiculous of me," Pei Yuan muttered. "I never imagined he was the renowned Wen Qingye of the Celestial Profound Sect."

Yan Yuhuan had witnessed Wen Qingye’s awesome display of power, personally seeing him kill both Jiang Wu and Ruan Ying. Knowing how capable he was, she couldn’t help but nod and say, "Yes, for someone to be that powerful... it’s truly incredible."

Liu Jingwen remained silent, her gaze fixed on Wen Qingye, who stood ahead as placid as a mountain.

’Unity of Heaven and Man, Supreme Goodness is Like Water... a worthy martial art of the Daoist School,’ Wen Qingye thought as soon as he saw it. ’This Fangg Xin follows a truly orthodox path of cultivation.’ He immediately knew Fangg Xin was no simple opponent.

Fangg Xin shifted his feet slightly and raised a palm. A stream of clear white qi slowly rose as the tip of his foot began to trace patterns on the ground.

"Ninth Form of Wandering Dragon Bagua Palm! Leaping in the Abyss!"

The forms of the Wandering Dragon Bagua Palm were not progressively more powerful; instead, each had a different effect and method for engaging an enemy. The Ninth Form was a very peculiar opening move.

Fangg Xin’s body soared high into the air, rushing toward the sky like a dragon taking flight.

White streams of air churned around him, pure and distant. His aura surged boundlessly, making it difficult for anyone to look at him directly.

As Fangg Xin struck with his palm, the very air seemed to tremble, releasing a continuous explosive boom. Everyone’s Heart Spirit tensed, and they didn’t dare blink.

Wen Qingye put away his sword. He, too, wanted to test the Martial Arts of the Daoist School of Non-action.

A wild wind kicked up, whipping Wen Qingye’s hair and clothes about. His heart was like Still Water. Only when Fangg Xin’s body was about to reach him did he take a slight step back.

In that instant, everyone around felt a mournful, sinister wind that seemed to pierce their very bones, chilling them to the core.

"Is that his strange Martial Art?" The members of the Asura Sect, along with those who had fought for the Heart-Seeking Seed that night, all recognized Wen Qingye’s Undying Seal Technique. Their expressions changed one by one.

"First Form of the Undying Seal Technique! A Sinister Wind Comes to Claim Your Soul!"

Wen Qingye’s hands began to shift continuously. A profound and strange Seal Technique solidified between his palms before he sent it to meet Fangg Xin’s attack.

BOOM!

Fangg Xin’s body froze in mid-air, his palm pressed against Wen Qingye’s Seal Technique, held in a stalemate.

Where the Palm Technique and the Seal Technique clashed, a circular shockwave spread out like a ripple in water before slowly dissipating.

After a long moment, Fangg Xin’s body shuddered, and he somersaulted backward.

Wen Qingye smiled faintly and took a step forward.

The surrounding Primordial Qi surged frantically toward Wen Qingye, transforming into countless streams of black and white energy. A massive Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Disc appeared behind him and began to slowly rotate.

With each rotation, Wen Qingye’s aura climbed higher, and the Seal Technique in his hands solidified even further.

"Second Form of the Undying Seal Technique! Separation and Death Shatter the Heart!"

Wen Qingye sent the seal flying. The Seal Technique shot through the air, growing larger as it went.

Fangg Xin’s expression grew grave as he saw Wen Qingye’s seal flying toward him. He had never encountered such a powerful Martial Art. Wen Qingye’s Primordial Qi was so abundant that even though he had just entered the Yin-Yang Realm Eighth Heaven, it was no less profound than his own at the Peak of the Ninth Heaven of Yin-Yang Realm.

But that wasn’t what surprised Fangg Xin the most. What truly astonished him was that Wen Qingye possessed such a powerful Martial Art and seemed so proficient with it, as if he had performed it thousands upon thousands of times.

Fangg Xin’s body had not yet stabilized in the air when his hands began to move. A violent torrent of qi churned between his palms before he abruptly pressed them forward.

Dark clouds roiled in the sky. For miles around, everything seemed to be suppressed by an unstoppable pressure that emanated from the technique. This supreme might slowly bore down on them.

"Seventh Form of Wandering Dragon Bagua Palm! Dark Clouds Without Rain!"

Wen Qingye watched the oppressive aura bear down on him. From within the murky chaos, he could feel a vast and majestic palm pressing down toward him.

RUMBLE! RUMBLE!

A tremendous collision rang out. Although the onlookers all had high cultivation, they still felt a sharp pain in their eardrums, and their protective Primordial Qi barriers trembled slightly.

The remaining standing trees and the ones already felled were instantly turned to sawdust, flying everywhere. A huge crater was blasted into the earth where the Seal Technique and Palm Technique had collided, gouging out a massive chunk of land.

Wen Qingye took a small step back. Fangg Xin’s face paled slightly as he, too, retreated one step.

Seeing this, a trace of pride flashed across Fangg Xin’s face. "The next Wandering Dragon Bagua Palm forms are a combination I created myself. Once executed, their power is limitless. Brother Wen had best be careful."

Tu Bai was also slightly taken aback and thought to himself, ’Rumor has it that Fangg Xin deconstructed the forms of the Wandering Dragon Bagua Palm and reassembled them into a new combination. I can’t believe it’s true.’

Anyone who dared to modify an Emperor-Grade Martial Arts was clearly a person of astounding, extraordinary talent.

"From the way Fangg Xin is acting, are his next moves going to be that powerful?" Yan Yuhuan couldn’t help but mutter.

Pei Yuan’s brow was heavy. He sighed and said, "In the Jixiang Country, Fangg Xin once defeated seven masters at the Ninth Heaven of the Yin-Yang Realm with just three palm strikes. It seems that was his combined Wandering Dragon Bagua Palm showing its might."

The Ring Spirit, standing nearby, also nodded. "That’s right. Fangg Xin is indeed formidable. It’s said that his talent ranks third in the Daoist School of Non-action, which just goes to show how capable he is."

"He’s only third?" Liu Jingwen was stunned to hear this and asked in disbelief.

The Ring Spirit explained, "Correct. In fact, many people on the Cyan Cloud List have long since surpassed the Yin-Yang Realm, with quite a few already in the Life and Death Realm. But because they are still under fifty years old, they remain on the list. The Cyan Cloud List fluctuates greatly every year, but those who can maintain a stable position have immeasurable future potential."

At this moment, Fang Yu hurried over. Looking at Wen Qingye and Fangg Xin, he said anxiously, "Brother Wen, how about we call it a draw? If this continues, there will surely be casualties!"

Wen Qingye frowned slightly. He was confident he wouldn’t lose to Fangg Xin’s next move, but he would definitely be injured. Right now, his true opponents weren’t the people from the Daoist School of Non-action. There was no need for him to get tangled up over someone like Liang Qing.

Sometimes, a trade-off was necessary.

"Alright, we’ll call it a draw," Wen Qingye nodded, then glanced at Liang Qing, who was standing to the side.

When Liang Qing heard this, his face lit up with joy, and he sneered inwardly. ’So, Wen Qingye, you really are afraid of Brother Fangg’s strength after all.’

A smile finally broke across Fangg Xin’s face when he heard Wen Qingye’s words. "If we have the chance, let’s fight again next time! The Daoist School of Non-action will no longer pursue the matter of the Five Pattern Qiu’s hide. The Dao Patterns of the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele are about to appear, so we’ll take our leave now."

After speaking, Fangg Xin led the people from the Daoist School of Non-action and rushed swiftly toward the mountain peak.

Fang Yu shot Wen Qingye a grateful look. He, of course, didn’t think like the others around them that Wen Qingye was afraid of Fangg Xin.

With Fangg Xin of the Daoist School of Non-action gone, the remaining people sighed and also began to depart one after another.

"Wen Qingye, you’re strong, but you’re no match for me! I’ll be waiting for you in front of the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele!" Tu Bai shouted at Wen Qingye before he too rushed quickly toward the summit.

The Ring Spirit looked at Wen Qingye, pressed his palms together, and said, "I never expected you to be so skilled, Your Excellency. It is truly surprising."

Wen Qingye waved his hand dismissively. His gaze was electric as he looked at the Ring Spirit and smiled. "If you weren’t injured, I believe your strength would also be quite extraordinary."

The Ring Spirit blinked, then simply smiled without a word.

"Brother... Wen," Pei Yuan said at this moment, looking at Wen Qingye with some embarrassment. He was clearly feeling uneasy.

The others around them all gave dry, awkward laughs. They had been so eager to flatter and fawn over the Ring Spirit, yet he had never lifted a finger to help them. Instead, it was Wen Qingye, whom they had been snubbing, who saved them all from Li Da.

Liu Jingwen also frowned and said to Wen Qingye, "We still have to look after Pei Yuan and Master Ring Spirit. I think you should go on ahead by yourself."

From the moment Ruan Ying had threatened them, Liu Jingwen understood that they might face a similar situation again. She didn’t want to become a hindrance or a weakness for Wen Qingye.

Wen Qingye nodded. He understood as well. His main purpose this time was to witness the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele and to kill the experts from Taiyi Pavilion. Getting too involved with Liu Jingwen and the others would do them no good.

The Ring Spirit had been about to say something, but when he saw Wen Qingye nod, he suppressed the urge and fell silent, lost in thought.