Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Seeing this, the Zhou Family’s Great Elder’s brow tightened. ”He actually killed Wang Hai from the Taiyi Pavilion.”

The Taiyi Pavilion was a near-taboo existence in the entire Eastern Profound Domain. Its ranks were filled with masters, and it had ruled the Eastern Profound Domain for thousands of years. Its secrets were countless, its power unfathomable. It was even said to be on good terms with Super Sects from several neighboring Domains. Who in the Eastern Profound Domain would dare offend the Taiyi Pavilion?

Moreover, the Taiyi Pavilion was notoriously protective of its own. If one of their disciples was killed, they would hunt down the perpetrator and settle the score, regardless of the reason.

Only Wen Qingye’s hand trembled ceaselessly. A trickle of blood slowly ran from the corner of his mouth, while more blood flowed from the web of his thumb down the blade of his One Thought Sword.

Wang Hai’s Swordsmanship had been average, but his cultivation was the real deal. Wen Qingye had drawn on his momentum and the last of his strength to kill him in a single strike, and it had taken a considerable toll.

At that moment, the tens of thousands of spectators were utterly silent, daring not even to breathe.

Just then, the Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall slowly walked up. They looked at Wen Qingye and smiled. ”You’ve fought your way this far. It’s been fifteen years since anyone reached the ninth match of the ninth platform.”

”Are you done talking? Then bring on the next one,” Wen Qingye said with a faint smile.

Hearing Wen Qingye’s words, the Vice Hall Master’s brows furrowed slightly. ”Do you really think you can continue in your current state? You should give up.”

Wen Qingye looked at the Vice Hall Master and asked, ”Has Qinglan Hall run out of fighters?”

The Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall gave Wen Qingye a long, hard look. After a moment, they shouted, ”Fine! Prepare the stage for the ninth match of the ninth platform!”

When the surrounding crowd heard the Vice Hall Master’s words, they erupted in ecstatic cheers.

”Fifteen years! It’s been fifteen years since anyone challenged the ninth match on the ninth platform of the Qinglan Platform!”

”Wen Qingye... Remember that name. He’s a disciple of the Celestial Profound Sect.”

”Even if Wen Qingye loses, his name will be known far and wide.”

....

Wen Qingye looked at the Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall before him. His brow furrowed for a moment before an idea seemed to strike him. He smiled and said, ”This final match... don’t tell me it’s you?”

”That’s right. It’s me,” the Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall said to Wen Qingye with a faint smile.

BOOM!

As the Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall spoke, an aura erupted from their body, continuously climbing and spreading until it seemed to pierce the clouds.

In that instant!

The vision of the crowd blurred, their attention completely captivated by the Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall.

’Peak of the Ninth Heaven of Yin Yang Realm!’ Wen Qingye’s heart sank at the sight. ’This Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall isn’t just at the Peak of the Ninth Heaven of Yin Yang Realm. There’s more to them than meets the eye.’

The Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall looked at Wen Qingye and said with a light smile, ”It’s been a long time since I’ve made a move. You’re Wen Qingye, right? I don’t want an unfair victory. So, how about this: if you can remove my mask, you win. What do you say?”

Wen Qingye stared into the Vice Hall Master’s eyes, remaining silent for a long time.

”What is it?” Seeing Wen Qingye just staring at them without a word, the Vice Hall Master’s brow furrowed.

I fight, therefore I win. I win, therefore I am strong.

Wen Qingye broke into a knowing smile. ”Let’s begin. Show me what you can do.”

”Hah!”

The Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall let out a great shout. The moment the sound left their lips, they crossed the distance and appeared right in front of Wen Qingye.

A fist, carrying a terrifying sonic boom, hurtled toward Wen Qingye.

The air tore in an instant, and the space around them filled with scorching Primordial Qi. The punch felt like a dam bursting, releasing a torrential flood. Wen Qingye was but a small sapling before this deluge, in danger of being snapped and swept away at any moment. The visual impact was staggering.

But Wen Qingye’s expression remained unchanged. He brandished his sword in a flurry of three quick movements. SWISH SWISH SWISH.

TZZZ TZZZ TZZZ!

Blades of light crisscrossed, and the Fist Force was torn asunder.

Wen Qingye immediately felt the power behind the blow. He was forced back four or five steps, his Qi Sea churning violently.

And that was just a casual exchange. Wen Qingye was already on the back foot.

”He can’t win. It’s just too difficult,” Zhou Qing said, shaking her head.

Zhou Zhenyuan also shook his head and sighed. ”Alas, he’s completely spent.”

The Zhou Family’s Great Elder stroked his beard. ”It matters not. Even so, the name ’Wen Qingye’ is enough to earn him a spot on the Eastern Profound Domain’s Cyan Cloud List.”

”You’re a spent force. Why pretend to be strong?” the Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall snorted coldly, once again launching a punch at Wen Qingye.

The Fist Force was fierce and incomparably domineering. The Vice Hall Master’s cyan robes whipped in the wind, the hem fluttering wildly. A colossal Fist Seal materialized in the air, stirring the atmosphere with a thunderous rumbling sound.

Wen Qingye felt the sharp, overwhelming aura wash over him. He gripped his sword with both hands and slashed out fiercely. Sword Qi ripped through the air, and a massive Sword Aura shot from the void, rushing to meet the Fist Seal.

BOOM!

A piercing sonic boom rang out, shaking everyone to their core.

”Pfft!”

Wen Qingye stumbled back several more steps and couldn’t stop himself from spitting a mouthful of blood. The energy within him was in turmoil, dangerously unstable.

’Almost there... just a little more,’ Wen Qingye thought, his brows knitting together. He was just one step away. If he could use this immense pressure, he could break through his bottleneck and reach the Yin Yang Realm Eighth Layer Heaven.

”You will lose on the next exchange,” the Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall said, their eyes devoid of expression as they looked at Wen Qingye.

”Just who in the world is this Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall? How are they so powerful? This isn’t the kind of power a Yin-Yang Realm Martial Artist should have!”

The crowd gasped as they stared at the Vice Hall Master. Wen Qingye’s physique was incredibly tough, even with his Primordial Qi depleted. Yet, it was undeniable that the Vice Hall Master had injured him in just two moves.

”It’s over, kid from the Celestial Profound Sect!”

The Vice Hall Master’s hands moved, and a stream of cyan energy began to condense between their palms. The surging Primordial Qi formed a swirling vortex.

They threw a punch!

”Over?” A light as bright as a star flared in Wen Qingye’s clear eyes. He spun his sword and slashed at the incoming Fist Force.

BANG BANG BANG!

A series of thunderous clashes rang out. The crowd didn’t dare to blink, afraid they might miss a single crucial detail.

SCRAPE SCRAPE SCRAPE!

Wen Qingye’s body was driven back once more. His sword dragged along the ground, scraping with a loud SCRRREEECH and sending up a shower of sparks.

”You still haven’t lost?” The Vice Hall Master saw that Wen Qingye hadn’t been knocked off the platform. Stomping a foot, they vanished in an instant and reappeared before Wen Qingye, a powerful Fist Force aimed at his chest.

Wen Qingye’s right hand was numb. He immediately clenched his left hand into a fist, pouring what little Primordial Qi he had left into it to meet the attack.

CRACK!

The crisp sound of bone snapping echoed in the ears of the crowd, sending a chill down their spines. Wen Qingye was thrown back again, stopping just two steps from the edge of the platform.

The crowd watched Wen Qingye, who held his sword in his right hand while his broken left hand trembled violently. Despite the injury, his expression was as calm as still water. His brow twitched for a moment, then relaxed. The entire audience couldn’t help but rise to their feet.

Such indomitable willpower!

Wen Qingye suppressed the excruciating pain wracking his body. A mystic pass inside him suddenly burst open, but his Primordial Qi was completely depleted. He couldn’t possibly break through.

WHOOM!

Just then, his Qi Sea erupted like a volcano. Droplets of Primordial Qi Liquid began to rise, nourishing and replenishing Wen Qingye’s body.

Instantly, immense amounts of Primordial Qi surged madly through Wen Qingye’s body, nourishing his withered meridians.

RUMBLE!

In a flash, the Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall punched again. Tumultuous Primordial Qi, carrying boundless might, pressed down on Wen Qingye, causing the very space around him to tremble.

”He’s lost,” Zhou Qing said, unable to help herself when she saw Wen Qingye remain motionless. A sigh of relief finally escaped her.

CHI!

But in the next instant!

Quicker than words could describe, Wen Qingye’s eyes suddenly blazed. The sword in his right hand glinted with a shimmering golden light. His One Thought Sword erupted with ten thousand golden rays, so brilliant it stung the eyes of the onlookers.

”Fourth Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Defy Me and Die!”

A golden Sword Aura surged madly from Wen Qingye’s blade, seeming to want to sunder everything in its path. It was an aura of absolute dominance, boundless abandon, and infinite majesty!

”This is bad!”

The Vice Hall Master of Qinglan Hall was stunned. They had thought Wen Qingye was a cornered animal, completely helpless. How could they not be shocked that he could launch such a counterattack at the very last moment?

But it was too late. Wen Qingye’s sword strike was as swift as a bolt of light, and they had no time to dodge.

KACHA!

The air suddenly froze, and time itself seemed to stand still.

The Vice Hall Master’s mask split in two and drifted to the ground. At last, her face was revealed.