Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Everyone followed Ling Quan’s gaze.

They saw a man in blue robes, standing quietly between heaven and earth. His expression was serene, a faint smile played on his lips, and he slowly walked forward.

”Brother Wen?” Zhao Hao couldn’t help but exclaim happily upon seeing the newcomer.

The students of Qig Mountain Academy were also delighted to see Wen Qingye.

Wen Qingye nodded to Zhao Hao, then his gaze shifted to the crowd. People were gathered around a central figure, like stars orbiting the moon. Yann Xiangyang was standing beside this person, his eyes fixed on him, his brows tightly knitted.

The man was dressed in magnificent clothes, his features carrying a heroic air. His eyes, which had been closed, suddenly snapped open, shooting out two bolts of lightning that seemed to pierce Wen Qingye. He raised an eyebrow and said, ”Wen Qingye?”

Wen Qingye was still smiling. He nodded. ”Wen Tongyu. It’s been a while.”

This was Wen Tongyu, the man whose fame in Celestial Martial Country was currently unrivaled. He was the one in whom everyone placed their hopes, the one the younger generation looked up to—Wen Tongyu.

Wen Tongyu’s expression was cold as he said slowly, ”I never expected your strength to improve so quickly.”

Wen Qingye just smiled and said nothing.

Just then, Ling Quan spotted Wen Qingye. A thirst for battle appeared in his eyes, and he roared, ”Wen Qingye, do you dare come up here and fight?”

Wen Qingye ignored Ling Quan, his eyes fixed on Wen Tongyu. ”I heard that before Jia Lu died, he asked you to avenge him? To cut me into a thousand pieces?”

Hearing Wen Qingye’s words, Wen Tongyu took a sharp breath. ”Wen Qingye, you really have changed.”

”But remember, the only reason you’re still alive is because I haven’t taken your life back yet.” Wen Tongyu paused before continuing, ”First, you injured my mother, and then you crippled Jia Lu. I haven’t forgotten any of it. Do not test my limits, or your end will be miserable.”

As soon as Wen Tongyu finished speaking, everyone seemed to feel a chill in the air, thick with killing intent.

Wen Qingye gave a faint smile, seemingly unconcerned. ”So, what’s your plan for me?”

”I won’t kill you. Cripple yourself,” Wen Tongyu said, his gaze calm. His tone was domineering and absolute, as if he were stating the most natural thing in the world.

Everyone was stunned by Wen Tongyu’s words, and a buzz of discussion immediately broke out.

”It seems the rumors about their conflict were true. It’s reached the point of life and death.”

”So domineering! Is this the presence of Celestial Martial Country’s number one genius?”

”Wen Qingye is a top-tier genius in his own right, yet Wen Tongyu is telling him to cripple himself? How tyrannical!”

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On a distant pavilion, an old man with gloomy eyes, a full head of white hair, and a cold, sinister aura watched Wen Tongyu with a hint of admiration.

This was Liu Ying, the National Master of Celestial Martial Country and the Mansion Master of Purple Sun Prefecture. In all of Celestial Martial Country, the number of people who could match his strength could be counted on one hand.

Liu Ying said with a smile, ”Wen Tongyu’s strength is becoming more and more impressive. He’s already reached the Refining Spirit Fifth Layer Heaven. I believe he is Celestial Martial Country’s greatest hope this time.”

Beside him, Situ Haoming breathed a sigh of relief. He knew just how formidable this man was. It seemed Liu Ying didn’t plan to pursue the matter of failing to recruit Wen Qingye back then.

Situ Haoming frowned deeply as he looked at Wen Qingye. ’This Wen Qingye is truly remarkable. To have improved so much in less than a year is astonishing.’

After all, Wen Tongyu had received the full backing and cultivation of the Purple Sun Prefecture. The sheer amount of resources he was given was staggering.

Nie Qinglan and Shu Jiuyi gave a few dry laughs from the side but said nothing, their eyes fixed on Wen Qingye.

The crowd was whispering amongst themselves, their discussions lively, all of them staring intently at the two men.

At that moment, Lang Feng, who was standing in a corner, watched Wen Qingye with a bitter smile. ’Is the gap between us getting wider and wider?’ he thought.

No one paid any attention to the person in the corner; it was as if he had already been forgotten.

Yann Xiangyang’s brows were locked in a tight frown, his thoughts unreadable.

”Talk is cheap. Let’s see some action,” Wen Qingye said, shaking his head with a smile. He then asked, ”The Yao Family giving the Gao Family trouble—that was you pulling the strings behind the scenes, wasn’t it?”

’Yao Luojun would never have fought the Gao Family so fiercely just for a woman. The only explanation is that it was a ploy to draw me out. Even if Wen Tongyu wasn’t directly involved, it must be inextricably linked to the Yao Clan.’

Just as Wen Tongyu was about to speak, Wen Qingye was already walking toward the martial arts arena.

”Wen Qingye, let me go first!” Nie Shuang said, quickly stepping forward when he saw Wen Qingye about to go up.

Ling Quan snorted coldly. ”You’re no match for me. Get down!”

Nie Shuang’s expression darkened, and he couldn’t help but retort angrily, ”Whether I’m your match or not is something we’ll only know after we fight!”

Wen Qingye smiled, took a small step back, and said casually, ”Alright then. You two go first.”

With that, Wen Qingye slowly retreated.

At that moment, Yann Chuxue saw Wen Qingye coming down and walked over with small steps.

”I lost,” Yann Chuxue said, her cold face showing little emotion.

”To whom?”

”The Thirteenth Prince, Ling Quan.” Yann Chuxue paused, then added, ”In one move.”

Wen Qingye just smiled and didn’t ask anything further. He glanced at Yann Chuxue’s cultivation and was slightly surprised. ’She’s already at the peak of the Refining Spirit Third Layer Heaven. Her cultivation speed is astonishing.’

Yann Chuxue was as cold and elegant as a plum blossom in the dead of winter. Her fair face was tinged with a faint blush, and her eyes were clear and pristine. Though her gaze was icy, it was also utterly pure.

”Thank you,” Yann Chuxue said softly, looking at the two men on the stage.

Wen Qingye asked, puzzled, ”For what?”

Yann Chuxue fell silent, quietly gazing ahead.

BOOM!

The violent sound echoed in everyone’s ears. The crowd nodded in silent approval. As expected of the top young geniuses of Celestial Martial Country, their strength was frighteningly high.

After his battle with Wen Qingye, Nie Shuang’s cultivation had improved slightly, but he was still being suppressed by Ling Quan, who was using the Celestial Star Fist Technique.

Sword Auras danced and Fist Seals boomed!

Their fight was like a battle between a dragon and a tiger, neither one giving an inch.

Nie Shuang held the Nine Zero Saber, its blade shimmering with a cold light and emitting waves of chilly air.

”Asura Swordsmanship—Celestial Destruction Technique!”

A massive saber shadow, five or six zhang long, materialized from the blade in Nie Shuang’s hands. The entire arena was enveloped by this phantom of Sword Qi, as the colossal blade chopped down toward Ling Quan.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

The saber shadow cut through the air with a sharp tearing sound.

”A good strike!”

As expected of a Martial Zealot, Ling Quan showed no fear in the face of the descending saber shadow; instead, he was delighted. He clenched his fists, and it was as if he were standing beneath a starry sky, his punches falling like shooting stars.

”Celestial Star’s Descent!”

His fists, shimmering with silver-white light, smashed toward the giant blade. They moved as fast as falling meteors, their power astonishing.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A series of explosions erupted around the arena, kicking up clouds of dust and sending stone fragments flying.

Ling Quan looked at Nie Shuang and laughed heartily. ”You truly are worthy of being the champion of Celestial Academy. You’re quite interesting.”

Nie Shuang snorted, his eyes cold as he stared at Ling Quan.

”The winner hasn’t been decided yet. I will make you understand the true power of my Asura Swordsmanship!”

Hearing this, Ling Quan threw his head back and roared with laughter. ”Hahaha! The outcome is already decided. Stop struggling.”

As Ling Quan spoke, a violent and unrivaled aura erupted from his body. It felt as if he were towering over Nie Shuang, looking down on him.

”Celestial Star Unrivaled!”

All the Primordial Qi in Ling Quan’s body gathered in his right fist. The dense energy compressed the surrounding air, creating a piercing shriek, and then he threw a devastating punch toward Nie Shuang.

Caught in the middle of it, Nie Shuang could naturally feel the immense pressure. In that instant, he felt like he was being targeted by a primordial beast. He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with determination, and tightened his grip on the Nine Zero Saber.

”Asura Swordsmanship—Unrivaled Technique!”

Billowing Sword Qi burst forth. Wherever the blade passed, the air scattered wildly. The Nine Zero Saber raged forward with an aura that seemed capable of cleaving the world in two.

The spectators all frowned, their eyes filled with the dazzling brilliance of the attacks.

BOOM!

The Sword Qi and the Fist Seal collided in mid-air, creating a violent crash that echoed in all directions.

Everyone’s hearts were in their throats. Between the two of them, who would win and who would lose?