Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Wen Qingye tilted his head back, his expression calm as he gazed up at Hua Du, who stood upon the air. He swung Bladeless in his hand once more, and a Sword Aura burst forth.

Seeing Wen Qingye casually swing out a golden Sword Aura, Hua Du's expression hardened. With a cold snort, he stomped through the air and kicked directly at Wen Qingye's Sword Aura.

BANG!

Hua Du's kick shattered Wen Qingye's Sword Aura. But just as he did, another monstrous Sword Aura surged up from below. This one carried an incomparably powerful force, whistling as it tore through the air.

"Second Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Myriad Fall in Judgment!"

"Myriad fall in..."

"Myriad..."

In truth, Wen Qingye had channeled this attack through his Emperor-grade High-level sword, Bladeless. With his current strength alone, producing such a display of power would have been impossible.

"Endless Charm!"

Seeing the countless aggressive golden Sword Auras, Hua Du hastily retreated dozens of steps. He clasped his hands together, and a majestic wave of Primordial Qi surged forth. Then, he threw a punch that seemed to tear the sky asunder. It carried an overwhelming might and the unstoppable momentum of a Thunderous Force, crashing mercilessly toward Wen Qingye's Sword Aura.

"BOOM!"

In the sky, flashes of cyan and gold light intertwined, a heart-pounding spectacle.

Hua Du frowned slightly, a jolt running through his Qi Sea. 'This kid's sword technique has incredible power, far beyond that of a typical Martial Artist at the First Level of Destruction Realm.'

In reality, Wen Qingye's attack relied on three things: his sword, Bladeless; the Rock Law from his Slaying Immortal Sword Dao; and his own formidable physical strength.

The countless onlookers watching this exchange couldn't help but murmur in admiration. Both of these men were clearly quite capable.

However, some could also see that Hua Du still had strength in reserve, while Wen Qingye appeared to be giving it his all. The difference between them was obvious at a glance.

Hua Du hadn't expected to only be evenly matched with Wen Qingye, and his face instantly darkened. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. He heard a faint whistle of air, and the fiery light before him was torn apart as Wen Qingye's figure, Heavy Sword Bladeless in hand, charged violently toward him.

"Wen Qingye, you're courting death!"

Seeing Wen Qingye charge at him, Hua Du sneered internally. 'I only used fifty percent of my strength just now. You're far too arrogant, Wen Qingye.'

"Wind Dragon Destruction!"

Watching Wen Qingye approach, dragging his Heavy Sword, Hua Du gave him no time to hesitate. He bent his knees slightly, clenched his fist with the palm facing down, and with a furious glare, threw a punch.

RUMBLE!

Berserk Primordial Qi poured out like a raging tempest. A massive dragon-shaped fist of cyan light condensed and emerged from Hua Du's own. With a deafening roar, it shot toward Wen Qingye, carrying enough power to shatter a mountain.

As Hua Du threw his punch, the expressions of many onlookers grew solemn. They could clearly sense the terrifying power behind this attack.

Huang Zishan looked down at the diminutive figure of Wen Qingye and shook her head. "That move, Wind Dragon Destruction, is the strongest technique of the Emperor-level Intermediate Martial Arts, the Wind Profound Fist Technique. Combined with Hua Du's comprehension of the Dao of Profound Destruction, the power of this punch is incredibly tyrannical. It looks like Wen Qingye is in serious trouble."

Mo Qing shook her head and said, "How disappointing. My Brother Mingkong was only ranked nineteenth, and to think this Wen Qingye is eleventh on the Cyan Cloud List? I really don't see what's so special about him."

Wen Qingye watched the cyan light expand before his eyes. He took a sharp, internal breath and gripped the hilt of Bladeless with both hands.

'At the same time, the sinister aura of the Coffin Fungus in my body is almost completely purged. Just a little bit left... I just need to hold on for the time it takes an incense stick to burn.'

At this thought, Wen Qingye plunged Bladeless into the earth.

SWISH! SWISH!

An incredibly shrill sound screeched in everyone's ears, making them wince. Then, they saw Wen Qingye, standing firm as a mountain beneath the immense cyan light, waving his arm in a continuous blur.

Countless slivers of cyan light flickered into existence, and the very air seemed to crack and splinter into a dense, web-like pattern.

"First Form of the Taiyi Profound Light Sword Technique! Shangqing!"

To the onlookers, it looked as if Wen Qingye had swung his arm only once. In reality, he had already struck hundreds of times. Aided by the Swift Wind Law of his Lifeless Sword Dao, no one present could perceive the true speed of his strikes, especially not when he was executing the Taiyi Profound Light Sword Technique.

Billowing ripples of Primordial Qi swept across the sky in waves. The resulting gale whipped at the robes of the crowd below, and the air filled with flying sand and stones, forcing people to shield their eyes.

Still, some managed to look up, infusing their eyes with Primordial Qi to peer intently at the point of impact between the two violent energies.

BOOM! BOOM!

High above, the raging storm of Primordial Qi violently exploded. A massive shockwave swept outward, and Wen Qingye's figure was sent flying backward in a sorry state.

HUM! HUM!

Wen Qingye tapped his feet quickly in mid-air to stabilize himself, landing on a small peak beside Danxuan Peak. His sleeves had been completely shredded by the blast, and a cyan Soft Sword in his hand hummed and trembled ceaselessly.

Watching Wen Qingye get thrown back, Hua Du's eyes filled with utter arrogance. "Wen Qingye, you really are trash. I can't believe someone like you made it onto the supreme Cyan Cloud List. It's the biggest joke in the..."

Suddenly, something changed. The surrounding Primordial Qi seemed to be pulled by some unknown force. Startled, everyone turned to look at its source.

High above them, the purple-gold Pill Furnace had begun to shake violently, as if it were about to erupt.

"Pills, arise!"

With a clear cry from Miaoxuan, the lid of the furnace flew off. In an instant, the Pill Furnace began spewing Returning Fragrance Pills in every direction. The entire sky shimmered with colorful streaks of light, and an enchanting fragrance drifted through the air.

The next moment!

All of Danxuan Peak erupted into a frenzy. Countless figures shot toward the spewing Returning Fragrance Pills.

"Wen Qingye, consider yourself lucky. I'll deal with you after I've grabbed some Returning Fragrance Pills!" Hua Du's eyes flashed with greed as he looked at the pills that had suddenly appeared. Then, he leaped into the air and sped away.

Dark figures flickered through the air, and the sound of exploding Primordial Qi began to echo across Danxuan Peak.

Wen Qingye, however, stood silently to one side. His expression looked calm, but his Qi Sea was in utter turmoil. Countless streams of Primordial Qi surged like pilgrims toward the center of his two Qi Seas, rushing toward the Coffin Fungus.

The Coffin Fungus had lost its gray aura; it was now pure, pitch-black. It was a shocking, soul-shaking blackness. The sinister energy of the fungus had been completely obliterated.

"Brother Wen, are you okay?" Yum Baobao ran over, her large eyes looking at Wen Qingye with worry.