Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Zhang Chuan stabilized himself, his eyes snapping toward Wen Qingye, filled with venomous resentment and unwillingness. He swore inwardly, ’Wen Qingye, I swear I’ll make you regret crossing me.’

The Zhang Family disciples looked at each other, unsure what to do next.

Wen Qingye looked at the Zhang Family disciples and said calmly, ”Are you going to get down yourselves, or should I see you off?”

The Zhang Family disciples looked at the Wen Family disciples below the platform. Remembering how Wen Qingye had dispatched them all even when they attacked together, they hung their heads in defeat and walked off, one after another.

Seven or eight disciples from the great Zhang Family, all masters at the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer Heaven, had just been scared off the platform by a single sentence from Wen Qingye.

After today, Wen Qingye’s name would be firmly etched into everyone’s minds.

Zhang Hua furrowed his brow but ultimately said nothing.

Only two people present could still fight Wen Qingye. One was Gao Long of the Gao Family, Gao Yuerou’s older brother, whose cultivation was at the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer Heaven. The other was Liu Wen of the Liu Family. Though his cultivation was at the Eighth Level of Qi Cultivation, his Swordsmanship was incredibly fierce and unparalleled, leaving him only a notch below Gao Long.

Gao Long glanced at Wen Qingye and said, ”Liu Wen, let’s attack together.”

Liu Wen frowned. Just as he was about to refuse, Gao Long cut in, ”If you want to marry my sister, cut the crap.”

Hearing this, Liu Wen gritted his teeth and said, ”Fine. We’ll attack together.”

Seeing this, Wen Qingye took a small step back and drew his sword. A brilliant white gleam appeared before the eyes of the crowd.

”Look! Gao Long and Liu Wen are teaming up!”

”Now everyone left on the field is targeting Wen Qingye. I don’t see how he can escape this time.”

”Yeah, it’s a shame. He’s a late bloomer, but it’s too little, too late. If this had happened a year sooner, he’d be eighteen and could still participate in the assessment again next year.”

Gao Long stomped his right foot on the ground. His leg swept out, carrying a whistling gale and an unstoppable force.

”Residual Wind Leg Technique—First Form!”

Wen Qingye met it head-on, thrusting out a palm. A massive Hand Seal materialized to counter the domineering leg technique.

”Celestial Hand!”

BANG!

A tremendous boom erupted between them, and the very air seemed to stagnate for a moment. Gao Long flipped backward, retreating.

Wen Qingye was also forced back several steps. At that exact moment, Liu Wen’s eyes flashed, and he lunged forward, sword in hand.

Although Wen Qingye’s mother was from the Liu Family, Liu Wen absolutely despised him. The reason was Gao Yuerou; they were both in love with her.

Liu Wen’s Swordsmanship was truly impressive. Swift as lightning and glinting with a cold light, his blade stabbed toward Wen Qingye’s waist, the sharp Sword Qi trailing behind it like a vibrant rainbow.

CLANG!

At the last possible second, Wen Qingye angled the body of his sword to parry the tip of Liu Wen’s blade, and his own Sword Qi snuffed out the attack.

WHOOSH!

With a sharp twist of his sword, Wen Qingye deflected the blow. Liu Wen felt his momentum thrown off balance, stumbling forward as his lunge went wide.

No longer holding back, Wen Qingye swung his sword at Liu Wen’s side.

Wen Qingye swung casually to his left, his gaze fixed forward with effortless grace. His sword unleashed a nearly ten-meter-long beam of Sword Qi, radiating an incredibly sharp aura.

A sudden chill ran through Liu Wen, as if he were being stalked by a ferocious beast. Sensing impending death, he knew this was bad. He slammed his front foot down, using the residual force to leap backward, but it was too late. Wen Qingye’s Sword Qi raked across his arm.

RIIIP!

Clutching his bleeding arm, Liu Wen staggered back to Gao Long’s side. ”Be careful,” he panted. ”Wen Qingye’s Sword Technique Cultivation is unnervingly high.”

Wen Qingye stood holding his sword, his expression placid as he watched the two of them.

Gao Long nodded. He had seen it during the exchange between Liu Wen and Wen Qingye—this opponent was nowhere near as simple as he’d first thought.

Gao Long didn’t pause. He knew that after fighting for so long, Wen Qingye’s Primordial Qi must be nearly depleted. He couldn’t afford to delay and give his opponent an opening.

”Wen Qingye is at the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer Heaven, yet he’s fighting two opponents and not even showing signs of losing. That’s just unbelievable!”

”Phoenix Pool has produced another genius—a late bloomer, but a genius all the same!”

Last year, Wen Qingye was only at the Qi Cultivation Fourth Layer Heaven. In the short span of a year, he reached the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer Heaven. That kind of cultivation speed made him a true prodigy, utterly incomparable to ordinary people.

Gao Long’s leg technique was as swift as the wind. He pressed forward again with astonishing momentum, the sheer power of his abundant Primordial Qi making it difficult for Wen Qingye to breathe.

”Residual Wind Leg Technique—Third Form!”

Meanwhile, Liu Wen watched coldly from the sidelines. Like a venomous snake, he waited for Wen Qingye to show the slightest sign of defeat or reveal a single opening, ready to deliver a fatal strike at the most critical moment.

Wen Qingye saw Gao Long’s kick bearing down from above. With Liu Wen still nearby, he knew a direct confrontation was impossible. His only option was to dodge the attack.

Just as Gao Long was about to connect, Wen Qingye’s feet moved, and he instantly dodged to the side.

Gao Long seemed to have anticipated Wen Qingye’s move. His leg technique abruptly changed, sweeping toward him like a wild gale ravaging the landscape.

”Residual Wind Leg Technique—Fourth Form!”

Wen Qingye couldn’t retreat any further—another step and he’d be out of the arena. He had no choice but to raise his sword and swing. A cold light flashed as he unleashed his own attack, sending three sharp streams of Sword Qi flying toward the vital points on Gao Long’s body.