Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

The dense wave of Primordial Qi finally dissipated. Wen Qingye stood a short distance away, his eyes slightly narrowed as he watched Yann Xiangyang.

Yann Xiangyang gritted her teeth. Staring at Wen Qingye in disbelief, she demanded, ”You weren’t injured yesterday?”

”No,” Wen Qingye replied with a faint smile.

Yann Xiangyang nodded. She sneered, ”Good. It’s even better that you’re not injured. Today, I’ll show you what a Heaven’s Chosen is, and what true strength looks like.”

As Yann Xiangyang spoke, the sword in her hand began to tremble, its entire body erupting in a dazzling red glow. The crowd could feel an intensely scorching heat slowly radiating from the blade.

Waves of scorching heat washed over the onlookers. The faces of many with lower cultivation paled, and for a moment, they found it hard to breathe.

”Flaming Dragon Roar!”

Yann Xiangyang lunged. Her sword seemed to tear through the air, its scorching glare forming a fire dragon that devoured the atmosphere. From a distance, the very air around the blade seemed to warp from the intense heat.

WHOOSH!

Wen Qingye’s expression turned grave. In that split second, he drew his sword. The strike seemed deceptively simple, yet it pulsed with a heart-stirring Profound Light. A brilliant white flash shot out, aimed directly at Yann Xiangyang’s eyes.

The moment Wen Qingye unleashed that strike, everyone in the audience shot to their feet, staring at him in utter astonishment.

A sharp pain shot through Yann Xiangyang’s eyes, forcing them shut. Her sword, moving on pure instinct, thrust toward where she sensed Wen Qingye was.

BANG!

A blast of fiery red Sword Qi went wide, slamming into the floor of the Purple Stone Arena and making the entire platform tremble.

CLANG!

Yann Xiangyang’s pupils constricted as she swiftly brought her sword up to block. Instantly, she felt powerful tremors run up her arm from the impact, forcing her back four or five steps before she could regain her footing.

Yann Xiangyang stared at Wen Qingye, who stood a short distance away. A flash of disbelief crossed her eyes as she frowned at him. ”Profound Light Swordsmanship?”

The reason for the crowd’s shock was that Wen Qingye was using the very same swordsmanship that Xia Moyu had comprehended from the Profound Light Mirror—the Profound Light Swordsmanship.

They were astounded that Wen Qingye could actually use the Profound Light Swordsmanship. It was utterly shocking. After all, when the Profound Light Mirror had been activated, no one had any idea he had comprehended a Seventh-Grade Martial Arts technique.

”Didn’t Wen Qingye fail to comprehend anything? How does he know the Profound Light Swordsmanship that *I* comprehended?” Xia Moyu muttered to himself.

”A genius! Wen Qingye is an absolute genius!”

”His comprehension is terrifying! I only saw him glance at it a couple of times, yet he managed to comprehend the Profound Light Swordsmanship. He’s a monster!”

”So Wen Qingye was hiding his true strength all along! I knew it! With his level of talent, how could he have gotten nothing from the Profound Light Mirror?”

The new students were merely surprised, but the senior students and the dignitaries on the viewing platform had a different perspective. They were shocked beyond measure. Why was Wen Qingye’s execution of the Profound Light Swordsmanship so flawless, as if he had practiced it for years? ’Is it just his innate talent?’

Wen Qingye said with a faint smile, ”Your reflexes are quite fast. Not bad!”

Hearing Wen Qingye’s praise, an inexplicable rage ignited in Yann Xiangyang’s heart. His condescending manner stung her more than any insult could.

Yann Xiangyang’s expression was grim. She had originally thought she could defeat Wen Qingye with ease, but now it was clear his strength was far beyond her imagination.

Yann Xiangyang gritted her teeth, her resolve hardening. With a swift flourish, she made her sword dance, tracing several intricate patterns in the air.

Yann Xiangyang’s blade was a Sixth Grade Treasure Sword, incomparably sharp. A cold, clear light seemed to glint off its body, striking fear into the hearts of onlookers.

Just then, Yann Xiangyang’s sword began to radiate an intensely cold light from within, and the ambient temperature plummeted.

In an instant, it was as if ice and snow were swirling all around. A sudden, frosty aura began to spread, and several gusts of wind began to whip up.

Cold!

That was the first reaction from everyone in the crowd.

It was as if the season had abruptly shifted from late summer to the dead of winter, the coldest time of year in the Celestial Martial Country.

A clear, crisp cracking sound, like ice splitting apart, slowly echoed through the arena.

’Is it freezing over!?’

The crowd saw traces of ice beginning to form on Yann Xiangyang’s blade. In the blink of an eye, her sword seemed to transform into the legendary Ice Frost Sword!

Many in the crowd noticed that as soon as they exhaled, their breath instantly turned into a visible white cloud.

”The first form of the Proud Cold Sword Technique!”

Many in the crowd had already guessed the origin of this swordsmanship.

The Ice Sword in Yann Xiangyang’s hand moved. This was the Seventh-Grade Martial Arts she had just comprehended from the Profound Light Mirror—the Proud Cold Sword Technique.

The crowd watched as a massive blue wave of Sword Qi shot toward Wen Qingye. It carried an unparalleled chill and moved with incredible speed. In an instant, ice spread everywhere it passed, and within moments, half of the Purple Stone Arena was covered in a sheet of white.

At the same time, delicate white snowflakes began to fall, fluttering through the air. They danced and twirled like ethereal spirits, a scene of breathtaking beauty.

Just then, Wen Qingye took a step back, his brow furrowed. His hand moved in a blur as he drew his Cyan Mist Sword, which flashed with a cold, azure light.

If the previous chill had been palpable, then the moment Wen Qingye drew his sword, the cold intensified to the point where many felt they were about to lose consciousness, their senses going numb.

”The Proud Cold Sword Technique... I know it too!”

Wen Qingye’s sword did not freeze over, but it was wreathed in an icy-white glow. Behind him, the world seemed to transform into a silvery-white expanse.

This chill felt as if it emanated from the deepest glaciers of the Nine Netherworld—a bottomless cold that made even their very souls tremble.

Cold!

Endless cold!

A chill that pierced to the very bone!

”The third form of the Proud Cold Sword Technique!”

Wen Qingye thrust his sword forward. The tip of the blade glowed with a purple, frosty light—a light that seemed to embody the freezing of time and space itself, as if it could bring all of existence to a halt.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Light refracted everywhere as the world itself seemed to tremble. It was as if two colossal icebergs had collided, a sight so stunning that it gripped the hearts of the crowd and made them stop beating for an instant.

When the crowd finally came to their senses, they saw Yann Xiangyang standing perfectly still, her sword frozen in the exact position it was in at the moment of her attack.

The tip of Wen Qingye’s sword rested on the ground at her feet. The entire Cyan Stone floor of the arena was now coated in a strange layer of ice, like a vast, polished silver mirror reflecting a magnificent light!

With a single strike, Wen Qingye had frozen the entire Purple Stone Arena! It had become a world of silver-white.

Wen Qingye had frozen the entire Purple Stone Arena with a single strike!

Shock!

Disbelief!

Everyone gasped in unison!

’How does Wen Qingye also know the Proud Cold Sword Technique? And why is his execution of it so much more proficient and powerful than Yann Xiangyang’s? It’s as if he has achieved complete mastery and grasped its very essence!’

Everyone was utterly stunned by Wen Qingye’s final strike. Their gazes were frozen on the scene, and even the referee forgot to declare a winner.