Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

BONG!

The bell had rung.

This clash of titans was finally about to begin.

...

「On the Purple Stone Arena.」

Wen Qingye’s eyes were fixed on Lang Feng. There was a difference of three entire cultivation realms between them, and Lang Feng was no nobody. Wen Qingye had to handle this with extreme caution, not daring to relax for an instant.

As long as there was even a sliver of hope, Wen Qingye would not give up. He would not concede. This was his pride!

Lang Feng lorded over the Outer Courtyard, occupying the number one spot for an entire year. No one had ever seen him use his full power. His strength was so great that it sent a chill down the spine of everyone who had ever crossed hands with him.

Wen Qingye knew he was now facing his strongest opponent in the Four Mountains Martial Arts Gathering thus far. Without a doubt.

Throughout this Four Mountains Martial Arts Gathering, Lang Feng had crushed his opponents like they were rotten wood. His victories were utterly without suspense or controversy.

Lang Feng extended his palm, and a torrent of Primordial Qi surged forth with astonishing momentum.

”Unremitting Waves!”

Lang Feng struck out. The dense Primordial Qi surged toward Wen Qingye like a relentless tide. Lang Feng had unleashed his cultivation to its peak.

The full might of the Refining Essence Seventh Heaven bore down on him. Wen Qingye was like a lone boat in a storm, his body swaying in the turbulent sea of power.

”Immortal Divine Wind Thunder Shock Finger!”

Wen Qingye’s finger jabbed forward like a bolt of lightning, creating a sound like the air itself was tearing.

A single point of black light struck the torrent that blotted out the sky. It was like a needle—infinitely sharp, piercing a whole surface from a single point!

A burst of power erupted suddenly.

The crowd below the arena cried out in astonishment!

”A trick like that might work on others, but it’s useless against me.”

Lang Feng scoffed, then channeled his Palm Technique once more. The boundless force pressed down on Wen Qingye, causing even the light from his Finger Beam to shrink back.

So powerful! Hopelessly powerful!

This single thought echoed in the minds of every Outer Courtyard student present!

Wen Qingye’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t yield an inch, his finger continuing to press forward.

BANG!

In the air, the finger attack and the Palm Seal collided.

Wen Qingye’s face went pale. His body tumbled backward, and he retreated four or five steps before coming to a shaky stop.

Lang Feng also took a few steps back, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He hadn’t expected Wen Qingye’s Finger Technique to be so formidable. ’This Finger Technique is no simple art,’ he thought.

”Sorrow of the Undying Heavens!”

Wen Qingye steadied himself and charged forward again. A sharp Finger Beam ripped through the air, and the sound it made seemed to plunge the surrounding air into silence.

It was the eye of the heavens, the hatred of the heavens!

This was the most powerful and difficult move of the Undying Finger Technique, and the opening move of the Undying Seal Technique.

The sheer style of that one move was truly unforgettable.

”Wave after Wave!”

Lang Feng refused to back down, unleashing a thick wave of Palm Qi that shot mercilessly toward Wen Qingye.

The two powerful forces collided once again in mid-air.

BOOM!

The two seemed to be locked in a stalemate; neither would retreat, and neither would compromise.

A trickle of blood slowly seeped from the corner of Wen Qingye’s mouth, and Lang Feng’s complexion also grew somewhat pale.

”That Finger Technique of Wen Qingye’s is so tyrannical! I’d say it’s an Eighth-Grade Martial Arts at least! To think it was this powerful all along... Wen Qingye has been holding back.”

”Their auras are so fierce! Neither one is giving an inch.”

”So this is the strength of the top Outer Courtyard students?”

One used his palm, the other his finger. Their figures constantly blurred and intertwined. On the Purple Stone Arena, all that could be seen were their afterimages, accompanied by the sound of colliding Primordial Qi. The audience watched the struggle with their hearts in their throats.

...

An unknown amount of time passed. Lang Feng panted heavily, his eyes fixed on Wen Qingye.

Lang Feng took a deep breath. ”For that Finger Technique alone, you are worthy of facing my sword!”

Seeing Lang Feng draw his sword, a smile touched the corners of Wen Qingye’s lips. ’Let’s see just how good your Swordsmanship is.’

SHING!

Wen Qingye also drew his Cyan Mist Sword, his eyes burning with a fierce will to fight.

Wen Qingye had already sustained minor injuries. He knew that to defeat Lang Feng, he couldn’t afford to drag out the fight. The longer it went on, the worse the outcome would be for him.

”Golden Snake Lightning Strike!”

Wen Qingye pushed off. His figure was light and nimble, like a butterfly dancing through the air. In contrast, his sword moved with extreme velocity—as swift as lightning, as fast as a snake striking from its hole to catch its prey.

”Allow me to teach you how to wield a sword! Spiritual Snake Transforming Dragon!”

Unexpectedly, Lang Feng was also using the Spiritual Snake Sword. With a flash of his blade, a giant golden python with a ferocious expression surged toward Wen Qingye.

A smirk suddenly graced Wen Qingye’s lips, his eyes filled with a chilling intent.

”Golden Light Snake Shadow!”

Wen Qingye abruptly changed his attack. His body tumbled through the air as his sword bloomed with slivers of golden light, like thousands of golden rays running rampant.

The Cyan Mist Sword, glinting with golden light, swept toward Lang Feng’s throat. In that instant, it seemed to the crowd that Wen Qingye’s sword had already reached Lang Feng, his entire field of vision engulfed in gold.

These two moves from Wen Qingye were perfectly linked, an exquisite setup that unleashed his power to the absolute fullest. It was terrifying.

For a split second, a flicker of surprise crossed Lang Feng’s face.

He hadn’t anticipated Wen Qingye changing tactics so quickly after drawing his sword, nor that the blade would be aimed directly at his weakest point.

Of course, Lang Feng was merely surprised.

In a flash of lightning, Lang Feng retracted his sword and parried, perfectly blocking Wen Qingye’s fatal strike.

CLANG!

The deafening sound of metal on metal reverberated around the arena, the sound waves becoming almost tangible as they spread outwards.

Wen Qingye felt a jolt in his palm, as if he were gripping a ball of fire, but he held fast to the hilt. The force of Lang Feng’s block sent a numbing shock through half his body, throwing him back several yards.

...

Below the arena, an irrepressible wave of gasps erupted from the crowd, like a volcano that had been dormant for a millennium.

Some people leaped to their feet, unable to believe what they had just seen. Just when Wen Qingye was less than a hair’s breadth from victory, Lang Feng had revealed such terrifying power and instantly reversed the situation.

So incredibly strong!

So terrifying!

Is this the true strength of Lang Feng? It’s simply stunning.

In the crowd, Guu Lei, Guu Xiong, Lu Hongfei, Luo Tang, Ren Hua, Wei Qiutong, Xiaxia, Gao Yuerou, and the others all looked on with regret. He had been so close. Wen Qingye’s peerless Swordsmanship and sudden change in tactics were brilliant, but Lang Feng’s power was simply too immense, a full three layers above Wen Qingye’s.

Even Yann Xiangyang couldn’t suppress a gasp, her eyes filled with a mixture of pity and indignation.

On the grand viewing platform, the dignitaries sighed as one. Wen Qingye’s last move had demonstrated the art of Swordsmanship to an ultimate degree. They had to admit that even they could not have performed it better. Alas, the gap in raw power was simply too vast.

Huu Yucui sighed. ”Such a shame, for Wen Qingye to possess such incredible Swordsmanship...”

”Let’s wait and see,” Nie Qinglan said slowly, her gaze fixed on the arena.