Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Meanwhile, Wei Shuang’Er, who had been standing to the side stewing, could no longer contain herself as she watched the calm and composed Guo Jie in the distance. She leaped forward and declared coldly, ”Guo Jie, come out and fight me!”

Guo Jie, standing beside Yu, glanced over at the sound of Wei Shuang’Er’s voice. She shook her head and said softly, ”You’re no match for me.”

”Is that so?” With a flick of her wrists, two short swords materialized in Wei Shuang’Er’s hands.

Guo Jie couldn’t help but laugh. ”You silly girl!”

Wei Shuang’Er grew even angrier at Guo Jie’s words. The two swords in her hands danced like beautiful butterflies, a blur of arcing light as they flew straight at Guo Jie.

Guo Jie simply shook her head. She moved like a willow catkin in the wind, drifting with casual, weightless grace, yet Wei Shuang’Er’s swords could never land a single blow.

”Yu, it’s our turn,” Jin Ming said, his listless demeanor completely gone. His eyes now shone with a boundless, divine light as he stood at the Eastern Azure Dragon position, facing Yu.

”Then I’ll just have to defeat you again,” Yu replied, standing impassively against the wind. Clad in white robes with white hair, his eyes were a bottomless void.

In an instant, snowflakes began to dance in the air—light and pure.

But a closer look revealed a terrifying, soul-stealing killing intent hidden within each delicate flake, poised and ready to strike.

Yu walked toward Jin Ming, one step at a time. With each step, an invisible pressure, like that of a colossal mountain, bore down on his opponent.

Standing firm in the Cyan Dragon Position, Jin Ming’s brow furrowed as he watched Yu approach, his expression growing ever more solemn.

”So strong,” Liuu Han murmured, a trace of shock in her eyes. ”This Yu... he’s incredibly strong!”

Bu Yanting’s brow was also tightly furrowed. She hadn’t expected Yu to wield his Primordial Qi with such finesse. From the looks of it, his cultivation was at the peak of the Yin-Yang Realm’s Seventh Heaven, but the sheer depth of his Primordial Qi was definitely on par with the Yin-Yang Realm Eighth Heaven.

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Duan Hui scratched his head and gave Wen Qingye a good-natured laugh. ”Hahaha, who would’ve thought it’d be just the two of us in the end?”

”No. This Vermilion Bird Position only needs one person—you,” Wen Qingye said quietly.

Duan Hui didn’t understand what Wen Qingye meant and looked at him in confusion.

Yu continued his step-by-step advance on Jin Ming.

Suddenly, he felt a surging wave of Sword Qi at his back. It felt as if his very soul was being pierced by an unparalleled edge, and a cold sweat instantly broke out and trickled down his spine.

’Who could possess such a sharp sword intent?’ The thought flashed through Yu’s mind. In the next instant, he spun around. He saw a Registered Disciple in white robes standing about thirty feet away, aiming a sword right at him—though the blade was still sheathed.

Wen Qingye was pointing his sword at Yu?!

Everyone stared, their faces masks of bewilderment and doubt.

Wen Qingye looked at Yu and asked calmly, ”Do you remember poisoning a man named Guann Xuan in Shangyou Country?”

”Are you questioning me?” One of Yu’s sharp eyebrows twitched. A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes, shooting toward Wen Qingye like a pair of arrows.

He had already been displeased by Wen Qingye’s silent threat. Now, his words stoked that displeasure into a burning rage.

As Wen Qingye faced Yu, the falling snow intensified, threatening to swallow them both in a boundless blizzard.

The blizzard was cold and desolate.

SHING!

The One Thought Sword leaped from its scabbard like an enraged dragon.

”Then I’ll just have to make you answer my way,” Wen Qingye said, his eyes glinting with a light colder than the bone-chilling blizzard itself.

In the distance, Zhou Yue’s eyes flickered, her brow tightly furrowed. ’Wen Qingye is challenging Yu?!’

Su Zixin’s mouth fell slightly agape. ”That disciple from the Celestial Profound Sect is only at the Fifth Heaven of the Yin-Yang Realm, two whole tiers below me,” she exclaimed. ”And he’s challenging Yu, who’s at the peak of the Seventh Heaven of the Yin-Yang Realm? He must have a death wish.”

”This is a battle with a foregone conclusion,” Liuu Han said, shaking her head.

All eyes among the thousands of Registered Disciples turned to watch Wen Qingye and Yu. Even the ongoing fights involving Yingg Tian, Qiuu Ming, Wei Shuang’Er, and Guo Jie slowed to a crawl.

Bu Yanting shot Wen Qingye an appreciative glance. ’He’s got backbone. What audacity.’

Qin Wuya’s brow was tightly furrowed as he thought, ’Why is Wen Qingye challenging Yu? With his level of strength, he’s no match for him. Still... if he fails, perhaps it would be a good thing.’

”Kid, you must be Wen Qingye, right?” Just as the tension between Wen Qingye and Yu reached its breaking point, Jin Ming sauntered over and addressed him.

Wen Qingye glanced at Jin Ming. ”What about it?”

”I’ve been hearing your name a lot lately. First off, I’m curious about you. And second...” Jin Ming paused and pointed a finger at Yu. ”His opponent can only be me, Jin Ming.”

Wen Qingye tilted his head back and laughed at Jin Ming’s words. ”You’re no match for him.”

Jin Ming’s cultivation was at the Seventh Heaven of the Yin-Yang Realm, but he was still a notch below Yu. Wen Qingye, of course, could see that clearly.

The cloudy look in Jin Ming’s eyes slowly sharpened into clarity. ”Whether or not I’m a match for him, I can’t say. But I know for certain that you are no match for me.”

Wen Qingye smiled. ”Is that so?”

”That’s right,” Jin Ming affirmed with a nod.

Wen Qingye said coolly, ”Then let’s put it to the test.”

WHOA!

A jolt of excitement shot through the crowd at their exchange.

Who was Jin Ming?

He was the number two expert among the Registered Disciples, a man of profound and unfathomable strength who had held his rank for two straight months.

And who was Wen Qingye? Five days ago, most people didn’t even know the Celestial Profound Sect had such a disciple. He was a mysterious and powerful figure who had risen like a comet, yet to suffer a single defeat.

The prospect of a duel between these two sparked immense curiosity among the onlookers.

Liuu Han watched the two on the platform and said with a light chuckle to Su Zixin, who was beside her with her head tilted in thought, ”Who do you think has the edge?”

”I don’t know. This fight is boring. I want to see Yu in action,” Su Zixin said with a pout, her eyes darting toward Yu from time to time.

Liuu Han shrugged and said no more.

Jin Ming slowly walked up to Wen Qingye, revealing a scimitar shaped like a waning moon. ”Alright. I’ll give you a chance.”

”The Dawn Moon Scimitar. Weight: one thousand, one hundred seventy-two catties. Length: two-point-one chi. Thickness: five fen. A Mid-Level King Grade Spiritual Artifact.” Jin Ming gazed at the blade as if it were his beloved.

Wen Qingye chuckled softly, glanced at the One Thought Sword in his hand, and said nothing.

”I’m making my move!”

With a sudden roar, Jin Ming’s blade flew toward Wen Qingye like a shard of the moon, carrying a boundless, chilling aura.

Swift as a falling star! Executed with flawless clarity!

The profundity of Jin Ming’s technique was boundless. In a single move, he had sealed off all of Wen Qingye’s escape routes. It was as if there was no road to the heavens and no gate into the earth; his only option was to meet the attack head-on.

In the blink of an eye, Jin Ming was upon him.

CLANG!

The sound of the sword and saber colliding reached the crowd’s ears. At first, it seemed like a normal clash of steel, but the sound continued to resonate, spreading out in ripples that vibrated deep inside their eardrums.

Up in the air, Wen Qingye’s sword had struck Jin Ming’s saber. He had hit the blade’s absolute weakest point with unerring accuracy, bringing Jin Ming’s furious assault to a dead stop.

”Let go!”

Jin Ming roared, wrenching his saber back. He then threw a punch that carried the roar of a lion, a tiger, and a dragon, blasting toward Wen Qingye with peerless momentum.

The tearing gale whipped at Wen Qingye’s loose strands of hair and the hem of his robes.

BAM!

Wen Qingye met the fist with an open palm. The impact sent them both stumbling back several steps.

’This Wen Qingye is truly something else,’ Jin Ming thought. ’That exquisite, unparalleled Swordsmanship is something I’ve rarely ever seen. But every exquisite Martial Art has a flaw.’

Jin Ming shook out his arm, a fiery battle lust igniting in his eyes.

”Again!”

Jin Ming’s body shot into the air once more. His scimitar flew toward Wen Qingye, this time even faster than before.

”So fast! Before, I could at least see an afterimage, but now I can’t see a thing!”

”Jin Ming is too strong! How is Wen Qingye going to counter this?”

A wave of irrepressible gasps erupted from the crowd.

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TING! TING! TING! TING!

A continuous, frantic ringing of metal on metal echoed through the air.

A boundless, violent aura continued to spread from the duel, making the onlookers feel like helpless little boats tossed upon the waves of a vast, misty ocean.