Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

The fight for the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele had reached a fever pitch. All the experts were unleashing their techniques. Even those watching from the sidelines with no hope of obtaining a Martial Arts Aura found it an incredible thrill, feeling the trip had not been in vain.

"That Luu Fangliang is so strong! Even Gu Xu is being forced back again and again by his Silver Spear."

"Weii Xiaoxiao and Jun Buwu are also incredibly skilled. They’ve exchanged hundreds of blows, yet they’re still evenly matched."

"The Martial Arts of Baoling Temple are so powerful! The Jade-faced Young Master, Sima Feng, is being completely suppressed!"

"No, Sima Feng’s Martial Arts are suited for stealth and assassination. It’s only normal that he’s no match for Jiekong in a head-on fight."

"That Muxue is incredible! He’s actually overpowering both Cao Yun and Shil Tianlong by himself!"

It was as if Muxue was unleashing a torrent of long-suppressed rage. His techniques were ferocious and exceptionally ruthless. Even with Cao Yun and Shil Tianlong joining forces, they were continuously forced back, daring not to meet his charge head-on. The crowd watched in stunned amazement.

By now, many of the Martial Arts Auras had already been claimed. Sima Feng held one, Hankong had another, and Jiekong a third. The members of the Daoist School of Non-action had joined forces to snatch one. Muxue had also obtained one. Jun Buwu and Weii Xiaoxiao were still fighting over another. A long-famous expert from the Qinglan Ancient Country, at the Peak of the Ninth Heaven of the Yin-Yang Realm, had overpowered the masses to claim the last one.

It seemed the seven Martial Arts Auras had almost all been claimed.

The moment Wen Qingye appeared, Muxue’s eyes locked onto him, and his Heart Spirit trembled.

"Wen Qingye, you join in too! Otherwise, this won’t be satisfying!" Muxue bellowed at Wen Qingye, the Primordial Qi around him condensing so thickly that it sent vibrations through the air.

Cao Yun and Shil Tianlong stood in the distance, gasping for breath, looking utterly wretched.

Seeing Muxue’s proud and triumphant posture, Wen Qingye couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

"Hahaha, you people from the Celestial Profound Sect are nothing but worthless dogs! The three of you, come at me together!" Muxue laughed with wild arrogance.

Hearing Muxue’s words, the surrounding members of the Celestial Profound Sect seethed with anger, glaring daggers at him.

The onlookers also frowned to themselves. While Muxue’s strength was indeed remarkable, Wen Qingye was just as extraordinary. He had not only slain Jiang Wu, Huang Zhentian, and Zhu Yan, but had even defeated Zhong Tiandao. Few people present were his match. Yet Muxue was telling Wen Qingye to join forces with Cao Yun and Shil Tianlong to attack him together. His arrogance was off the charts.

A flash of killing intent appeared in Wen Qingye’s eyes. ’How arrogant. Since you’re here to help the Taiyi Pavilion, I’ll teach you to know your place.’ At this thought, Wen Qingye extended his hand. A scroll slowly materialized, floating beside him.

FWOOSH!

A brilliant golden light suddenly erupted, shooting toward Muxue.

In the next instant!

Muxue felt as if his Primordial Spirit had been pierced by a sword. His entire body shuddered, and he sprayed a mouthful of blood.

"Pfft!"

But in the very next instant, a black silhouette engulfed in a violent whirlwind appeared before him, lunging at him.

So fast!

Too fast!

Muxue was horrified. ’This is a life-or-death moment!’ He knew it instantly and didn’t dare be the slightest bit careless. With a slap of his palm, he condensed his Primordial Qi into a barrier.

BANG!

Wen Qingye thrust his sword. Muxue’s Primordial Spirit was already wounded, his cultivation greatly diminished. The Primordial Qi barrier was instantly pierced and annihilated.

After shattering the barrier, the One Thought Sword sliced forward once more.

"Pfft!"

Disbelief filled Muxue’s eyes, his expression seeming to freeze in place.

The crowd watched as Muxue’s body plummeted to the ground, his severed head rolling far into the distance. A brilliant red light flared from the One Thought Sword, and in an instant, it had absorbed Muxue’s Essence completely.

With the help of the Mountain River Atlas, Wen Qingye had killed Muxue in a single move!

Muxue was dead!

The disciple of Thousand Mountains was dead!

In a single instant, the Muxue who had been spouting such arrogant nonsense just moments before was dead, his spirit extinguished. Everyone stared at his falling body, still unable to process what had just happened.

’Just what kind of Magical Artifact is that scroll in Wen Qingye’s hands?’ The image of the scroll from moments before flashed through everyone’s mind.

Although Wen Qingye’s Body Technique was unbelievably fast and he struck like lightning, everyone knew that to kill Muxue so quickly, it had to be because of the scroll in his hand.

But at that very moment, countless figures suddenly appeared above Muxue’s corpse, dancing without pause. They looked like a set of profound Martial Arts.

"Quick, comprehend it! It’s the Martial Arts Aura Muxue obtained!"

"This is an Emperor-grade High-level Martial Arts, the Seven Poison Claws!"

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While the crowd stared excitedly at the illusory Martial Arts projection in the sky, Wen Qingye’s gaze shifted to Hankong in the distance.

Hankong was standing right where he was, a look of pure ecstasy on his face as he stared at the aura in his hand.

「Suddenly.」

A sharp, cold glint of light shot out, stabbing toward him.

Hankong’s perception was extremely sharp. He immediately retreated, trying to dodge the cold light, but it was as fast as lightning, aimed straight for his wrist.

"Not good!"

Although Hankong was overcome with joy, he made his choice in the next instant. He hastily tossed aside the Martial Arts Aura and leaped away.

WHOOSH!

The Martial Arts Aura, boosted by a surge of Primordial Qi, flew with incredible speed directly into the hands of Youu Junlian from the Jade Maiden Sect.

Youu Junlian froze, staring at the Martial Arts Aura in her hands, unable to process what had just happened.

Wen Qingye smiled faintly. ’Since the Jade Maiden Sect is willing to stand as allies with the Celestial Profound Sect, I naturally won’t be stingy. Youu Junlian’s talent is quite good. Who knows, I might need her help in the future.’

Su Zixin exclaimed, "Heavens! This Martial Arts Aura seems to be for a Spirit-Grade Martial Arts!"

Luu Han asked in astonishment, "What... what’s going on?"

Hankong’s eyes glinted with a cold, sinister light as he stared at Wen Qingye. "Wen Qingye," he said, "you are courting death."

As soon as Hankong’s voice fell, the vast, desolate aura in the area vanished, and all the pressure disappeared with it. The phantom of the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele faded away, and the remaining contested Martial Arts Auras dissolved into nothing.

The final tally of victors was: Sima Feng, Youu Junlian, Jiekong, the Daoist School of Non-action, and the expert from the Qinglan Ancient Country. As for the aura that Jun Buwu and Weii Xiaoxiao had been fighting over, it was ultimately snatched by Su Ding of the Great Daoist Mansion.

With that, all seven Martial Arts Auras had found their owners. The phantom of the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele slowly faded, gradually vanishing before everyone’s eyes.

Seeing this, the fury in Hankong’s eyes looked as if it could burn a hole in reality. A heaven-shaking aura erupted from him, soaring into the clouds and making the very void begin to tremble.

"Wen Qingye, I will kill you today!"

His voice was like thunder from the highest heavens, booming out in all directions.

Hankong had waited all this time, precisely for that Spirit-Grade Martial Arts at the very end. Yet Wen Qingye had tossed it to the Jade Maiden Sect. How could he not be furious?

By now, the crowd also understood what had just happened. It was Wen Qingye who had used his sword to force the Martial Arts Aura from Hankong and give it to Youu Junlian of the Jade Maiden Sect.

The crowd had yet to recover from the disappearance of the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele, but their hearts and minds tensed once more. In the next instant, Hankong was already charging toward Wen Qingye.

Instantly, all eyes turned to the two figures drawing ever closer in the sky.