Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

A voice rang out, and a young man quickly stepped out from the crowd. He wore gray clothes and a strange hat, a specialty of the Desert North. His eyes were bright and spirited as he glared at Huang Zhentian and roared.

Huang Zhentian sneered, ”Jun Buwu, if you dare try to snatch it, I won’t mind one bit.”

Jun Buwu clenched his fists and shouted, ”Watch and see if I dare! So long as my conscience is clear before heaven and earth, there is nothing I, Jun Buwu, am afraid to do!”

When Youu Junlian saw Jun Buwu speak up, her gaze instinctively shifted to Cao Yun and Shi Tianlong beside her. ’If those two were to just raise their arms and call out now, with the crowd already riled up, everyone would surely follow them. At that point, not even Taiyi Pavilion would dare to be so brazen. After all, there are still so many Martial Artists from other sects here.’

Furthermore, many masters from the major sects had yet to speak. In their hearts, they too were unwilling; they just lacked someone with enough guts to take the lead.

But to Youu Junlian’s disappointment, the two men just stood there with furrowed brows, lost in thought. Neither was willing to step forward.

Huang Zhentian scanned the crowd and said, ”Since the majority is in agreement, when the Dao Patterns appear, I hope you will all refrain from fighting over them, lest there be any unnecess—”

WHOOSH!

Before Huang Zhentian could finish his sentence, the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele behind him suddenly erupted with a vast and powerful aura.

Hankong stared at the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele before him, taking a slight step back toward the crowd.

”The Dao Patterns are manifesting. Everyone, be on your guard.”

Hankong said as he gazed up at the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele, which stood like a pillar holding up the sky. His voice seemed directed at the crowd, yet also at himself.

The crowd felt their breath catch, their eyes locked on the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele.

Suddenly, a red streak emerged from the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele, drifting into the air. Countless tiny figures seemed to float upon this Dao Pattern, performing demonstrations. It shimmered with a golden glint and carried a trace of profound Buddhist principles.

”Ninth-Grade Martial Arts!”

Upon seeing the Dao Pattern, everyone couldn’t help but shout out loud.

Just then, Jiekong leaped forward. With a wave of his hand, he snatched the red Dao Pattern. He laughed boisterously. ”This is a Buddhist Martial Art, so Baoling Temple will graciously accept it!”

Hankong said nothing, his gaze still fixed on the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele as if he hadn’t even seen the red Dao Pattern.

Jiekong didn’t dare waste time. He scanned the red streak with his eyes, then handed the gradually fading Dao Pattern to the disciples from Baoling Temple behind him for them to comprehend.

The crowd let out a collective, internal sigh as they watched Baoling Temple claim the Dao Pattern.

HUFF... HUFF...

In the utter silence, a figure raced toward the summit of Xuwang Mountain, shouting as he ran, ”Cold Venerable! Ruan Ying of the Sun and Moon Sect and Jiang Wu of Taiyi Pavilion have been killed by Wen Qingye!”

BOOM!

Hearing Li Da’s approach and the words that hung in the air, the surrounding crowd was stunned into absolute silence.

Hearing that voice, Hankong spun around, his body rigid. His eyes were ice-cold, gleaming with a sinister light. ”What did you say? Say it again!”

Li Da shivered when he met Hankong’s gaze, but he forced himself to speak. ”Wen Qingye met us on the mountainside. We were fighting over the hide of a Five Pattern Qiu, and he... he attacked and killed Jiang Wu and... and Ruan Ying of the Sun and Moon Sect.”

”What? Wen Qingye of the Celestial Profound Sect is really that strong?”

”Not even Jiang Wu was a match for him? How is that possible? Jiang Wu was a peerless genius who had killed a Destruction Realm master!”

”It seems the Celestial Profound Sect has produced a truly peerless figure this time.”

Hearing Li Da’s words, the crowd exchanged shocked glances, each person reeling from the news.

Jiang Wu was no ordinary figure. The fact that Wen Qingye could kill him was proof that his talent and strength were even greater than Jiang Wu’s.

After hearing this, Hankong’s expression turned bone-chillingly cold. He glared in the direction of the Celestial Profound Sect’s group. ”Wen Qingye of the Celestial Profound Sect! Good. Very good.”

The intense killing intent was like a volley of countless sharp arrows. The members of the Celestial Profound Sect felt as if they were caught in a downpour of blades. A few of the Yin Yang Realm Eighth Heaven experts turned pale and unconsciously retreated two steps.

SWISH! SWISH!

Just then, two yellow Dao Patterns burst forth and floated gently in the air. Dozens of small figures could be seen moving within them.

Mid-Level King Grade Martial Arts!

Everyone was startled. Mid-Level King Grade Martial Arts were already considered quite impressive.

”Nebula Hall will gladly accept this Leg Technique Martial Arts.” With a leap, Weii Xiaoxiao shot a hand toward one of the Dao Patterns.

At the same time, Lin Hu also snatched one of the Dao Patterns. ”Good! In that case, this Finger Technique Martial Arts belongs to my Heaven-Burying Sect.”

The crowd stared, transfixed by the floating figures on the Dao Patterns, hoping to memorize a few of the techniques. But a set of King-Grade Martial Arts Techniques was exquisite and incredibly fluid. Although many of those present were prodigies of outstanding talent, they couldn’t possibly commit the moves to memory with just a few glances.

”Damn it, I didn’t even get a clear look at the first move before Lin Hu collected the Dao Pattern.”

”They’re already King-Grade Martial Arts... Will Emperor-Grade Martial Arts appear soon? Or maybe even Spirit-Grade Martial Arts at the end?”

Instantly, the surrounding crowd grew feverish with excitement.

Following that, the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele began to continuously release countless Dao Patterns, which spread out in all directions.

The Asura Sect, the Daoist School of Non-action, some from the Sun and Moon Sect, the Mountain River Sect... one after another, various sects obtained quite a few King-Grade Martial Arts.

The Asura Sect even managed to obtain a Martial Arts Dao Pattern for a Junior-Level Emperor Grade technique.

Everyone’s expressions were filled with delight; it was clear they had all reaped some rewards.

The more the onlookers watched, the more anxious they became, a storm raging inside them. This was especially true for the Celestial Profound Sect disciples; the Emperor-Grade Martial Art that the Asura Sect had obtained was ethereal and flexible, a perfect fit for the Celestial Profound Sect’s own Magic Techniques.

Youu Junlian looked at the two leaders, their faces dark as water, and sighed to herself. She stood aside in silence. Her sect had ordered her to follow the Celestial Profound Sect’s lead in everything, so she couldn’t very well go up and snatch a Dao Pattern or two for herself.

Su Zixin wrinkled her little nose and said, ”This is so annoying. They’ve divided up so many Martial Arts Dao Patterns among themselves.”

Liuu Han smiled faintly. ”Patience. The higher-level Martial Arts haven’t appeared yet. There’s no need to rush.”

Su Zixin looked as if she wanted to say more, but stopped herself. In the end, she just let out a heavy harrumph and fell silent.

Hankong, who was staring at the Great Wilderness Ancient Stele, suddenly found his eyes lit with excitement.

Just then, a cyan Dao Pattern emerged, flowing out slowly like a trickling stream.

”Mid-Level Emperor Grade Martial Arts!”

An uncontrollable gasp erupted from the crowd, and everyone’s eyes turned crimson with desire.

When Gu Xu saw the cyan Dao Pattern, a look of delight flashed in his eyes. He shouted, ”I, Gu Xu of Taiyi Pavilion, will be taking this Dao Pattern!”

Gu Xu leaped high into the air, his palm shooting toward the Dao Pattern. He was just a few feet away from the cyan streak.

WHOOSH!

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind kicked up. A chill ran through Gu Xu’s body, and he scrambled backward in a frenzy, not daring to even look at the Dao Pattern before him.