Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

BOOM!

Wen Qingye felt the Primordial Qi around him surging violently within his body like a raging river, alternating between scorching heat and icy cold.

Many of the sharp-eyed Inner Courtyard students noticed Wen Qingye’s sword hand beginning to tremble slightly, and their hearts filled with delight.

”Wen Qingye’s about to collapse! Let’s get him!”

In an instant, Inner Courtyard students rushed in from all directions.

”Then give it a try!” Wen Qingye laughed, tightening his grip on his sword before continuing to swing it.

SWISH! SWISH!

The One Thought Sword spat out several strands of Sword Qi, which radiated outward in all directions around Wen Qingye.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Wen Qingye’s Sword Qi was scattered and flashy but lacked substance; it was instantly defeated. Seeing this, the others revealed looks of knowing satisfaction and grew even more ecstatic.

”Wave Sea Palm Technique!”

One of them was the first to reach Wen Qingye and struck out with a merciless palm. His Primordial Qi was incomparably vast, like a furious, surging river.

The energy inside Wen Qingye’s body was churning wildly, making it impossible for him to gather much Primordial Qi. But with no room to dodge, surrounded on all sides, Wen Qingye could only meet the attack with a fist of his own.

BOOM!

Everyone watched, stunned, as Wen Qingye’s body was sent flying like a piece of paper, crashing heavily into the pool. Just a moment ago, his aura had been so dazzling; how could he not even withstand a single palm strike from a Martial Artist who had just reached the Refining Spirit Stage?

Yann Chuxue’s brow furrowed, a trace of doubt in her heart.

But a moment later, no one cared about that anymore. Their attention was fixed on the glittering Flame Spirit Gold Water before them.

RUMBLE!

The crowd erupted into a massive, chaotic scramble, and the scene instantly became utter mayhem.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted, so powerful it seemed as if the clouds in the highest heavens were about to shatter.

Everyone stopped their frantic grabbing and stared at the sky in disbelief.

”I told you. If you want the Flame Spirit Gold Water, you’ll have to defeat me first!”

Wen Qingye burst from the water’s surface, surrounded by a vast wave of Primordial Qi that rolled outward. A shocking pressure slowly spread toward the crowd.

Everyone stared at Wen Qingye and drew in a sharp, cold breath. Why was his presence even more powerful than before?

Cold sweat began to trickle down their foreheads and backs.

Wen Qingye! Refining Essence Tenth Layer of Heaven!

”First Form of the Undying Seal Technique! Yin Wind’s Funereal Summons!”

Wen Qingye’s hands converged, and streams of black and white energy slowly appeared, coalescing into a strange Hand Seal.

WHOOSH!

A fierce gale erupted. The howling yin wind drilled straight into their bones, making them ache to the marrow.

Wen Qingye thrust the Hand Seal directly toward Shen Yanxing. The Undying Seal tore through the air with immense power, blasting straight for him.

”Yin Mountain Palm!”

Shen Yanxing was horrified when he felt the aura of the Seal Technique and hastily used his strongest move. This palm was the companion to the Mingfeng Fist, the Eighth-Grade Martial Arts known as Mingfeng Yin Mountain. Unfortunately, Shen Yanxing had not mastered it; otherwise, combining the two moves would have made them several times more powerful.

BOOM!

The Palm Technique and the Undying Seal collided in mid-air with a deafening crash that assaulted everyone’s ears, forcing them to quickly use their Primordial Qi to block out the sound.

After facing Wen Qingye’s Undying Seal, Shen Yanxing’s face turned pale. His footing became unsteady, and he looked as if he was about to collapse. He barely managed to crawl to the shore, where he immediately swallowed a pill and began to regulate his breathing.

Wen Qingye no longer paid Shen Yanxing any mind, turning his gaze to the crowd still fighting over the Flame Spirit Gold Water. ”As long as I am here today, none of you will lay a finger on the Flame Spirit Gold Water!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Qingye’s feet flashed. His sword swept out like a gale, its light dancing as his figure, a blur of afterimages, charged toward the crowd.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Qingye unleashed two streams of Sword Qi, blasting two Inner Courtyard students out of the Flame Spirit Pool.

SPLASH! SPLASH!

Water splashed continuously as more and more people fell in. Wen Qingye’s Body Technique was incredibly fast, and his Swordsmanship was as swift as lightning. Every strike hit a vital point, turning feints into solid attacks, and in an instant, two more people fell into the water.

”Four Symbols Sword Technique Third Form! Feng Buliu!”

Feng Buliu! The third form of the Four Symbols Sword Technique. With his cultivation at the Refining Essence Tenth Layer of Heaven, Wen Qingye could barely manage to execute it.

A horizontal slash, a Sword Qi that travels a thousand li without stopping!

A wave of Sword Qi that seemed to tear the very air apart raged forth, carrying an intent of ultimate destruction as it swept toward several people.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The crowd hastily used their signature Martial Arts, but they were no match for the power of that single sword strike. Dozens of figures were sent flying into the distance, and the number of people above the Flame Spirit Pool was reduced by several score.

Wen Qingye had repelled dozens of senior Inner Courtyard students with a single sword strike!

The Inner Courtyard students stared at Wen Qingye in utter astonishment, their eyes filled with a trace of fear and unease.

For a time, Wen Qingye was like a tiger pouncing into a flock of sheep. No one could withstand even a single exchange against his vast, rolling Sword Qi.

”This is terrifying! How can Wen Qingye’s strength be this terrifying?”

”I don’t want the Flame Spirit Gold Water anymore! Wen Qingye is too damn scary!”

”Where did this monster come from? Is he really a student at our Qig Mountain Academy?”

...

Many Inner Courtyard students flew straight out from above the Flame Spirit Pool to stand on the shore, not daring to spare even a single glance at the Flame Spirit Gold Water.

Now, only Wen Qingye stood alone above the Flame Spirit Pool. The wind blew ceaselessly as he stood against it, sword in hand, watching the crowd with cold eyes.

The higher-ups of Qig Mountain Academy on the stone bridge were all stunned. They had never seen such a scene before. The entire Flame Spirit Pool had been brought under control by a single person. What in the world was going on?

With a wave of his hand, Wen Qingye sent several portions of Flame Spirit Gold Water flying toward Tang Long and the others.

”This...” Tang Long and the others stared at the Flame Spirit Gold Water in their palms, momentarily at a loss.

Wen Qingye then turned to the Flame Spirit Pool, took out a vial, and began collecting the Flame Spirit Gold Water floating on the surface.

Just then, many of the people who had been refining their first drop of Flame Spirit Gold Water slowly opened their eyes, a group that included Yann Xiangyang and Wang Chong.

”Sis, what is...?”

Yann Xiangyang opened his eyes to see a large amount of Flame Spirit Gold Water floating in the Flame Spirit Pool, yet no one was fighting for it. Only Wen Qingye was slowly collecting it.

Yann Chuxue saw the confusion in Yann Xiangyang’s eyes and a faint smile appeared on her icy face. ”No one is a match for Wen Qingye, so what else can be done? Wang Jie, myself, and all the Inner Courtyard students combined... we all lost.”

”What!?” Hearing Yann Chuxue’s words, Yann Xiangyang’s mouth fell slightly agape, his heart filled with incomparable shock.

Yann Chuxue gazed at Wen Qingye’s back, her heart now filled with fighting spirit. She knew her own aptitude couldn’t compare to Wen Qingye’s, but that did nothing to diminish her will to fight.

She had her own aspirations. The path of the strong is never crowded, for few walk it. Wen Qingye’s appearance had now thoroughly ignited Yann Chuxue’s drive.

Wang Chong stared at Wen Qingye’s back, a look of horrified astonishment appearing in his eyes. He had never imagined that the Inner Courtyard newcomer he had personally recruited would be so formidable. He felt as if his heart had just been dealt a heavy blow.

Everyone was filled with confusion. Wen Qingye was only at the peak of Refining Essence, yet his cultivation was more profound than even some Spirit Refining Martial Artists. It was simply astonishing.