Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Wen Qingye’s sword paused for a moment, then directly shredded the surrounding blue threads.

”The gap between us isn’t for you to decide, Hankong. I’ll make you see reality. July Killing Heart Sword Technique, Fifth Kill!”

Wen Qingye sneered. The sword in his hand seemed to emerge from the void, sending out endless vibrations. The Sword Aura was like a meteor streaking across the sky. As the crowd watched the tip of his blade, their minds were almost completely captivated.

A single sword to kill the heart!

Hankong watched the approaching Sword Aura, feeling its power more keenly than anyone. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. He stomped forward and pointed a finger at Wen Qingye’s Sword Aura.

”Taiyi Finger!”

Behind him, a phantom of immense power materialized. This phantom looked just like the Taiyi Cloud Sea and also pointed a finger, striking with thunderous force.

CHII!

Wen Qingye felt a massive impact on the tip of his sword, and his body shuddered slightly. Meanwhile, Hankong gathered the vibrating Primordial Qi around him with his left hand, condensing it into a strand of blue Powerful Qi on his index finger.

”Star Extreme Finger!”

He pointed again, and it was as if thousands of blue threads surged forth, rushing madly toward Wen Qingye.

It had to be said that Hankong’s reaction was extremely fast. This move could not only shatter Wen Qingye’s momentum but also gravely injure him. However, while his plan was sound, he was up against Wen Qingye.

”July Killing Heart Sword Technique, Sixth Kill!”

Wen Qingye’s body floated in the air, the sword in his hand instantly becoming one with him. He thrust the sword toward Hankong, unleashing a flurry of sword shadows. A single move looked like the charge of ten thousand blades.

Hankong’s Heart Spirit trembled violently. His face paled, and he sprayed out a mouthful of red blood. Watching the flickering figure of Wen Qingye approach, his heart filled with terror. Amid his shock, the blood qi around him surged wildly, and his aura suddenly skyrocketed as if he had broken through a barrier.

Sima Feng’s expression shifted. ”This is bad. Hankong broke through.”

”What a powerful aura! So Hankong has been suppressing his cultivation all this time,” Su Qingyun said, drawing a sharp breath, unable to contain his shock.

’To suppress one’s cultivation and hold back a breakthrough requires an incredibly profound reserve of Primordial Qi. Once he breaks through, his future potential will be beyond compare.’

”Wen Qingye, you should be proud. You forced me to break through ahead of schedule.”

After he spoke, Hankong’s dark blue robes whipped in the wild wind. Powerful Qi rolled off his body as he became suffused with unparalleled Primordial Qi. The speed at which Primordial Qi condensed on his palm was terrifying.

”Heaven-Crashing Dragon-Imprisoning Technique!”

Hankong shot into the sky, his palm pulling a massive wave of Primordial Qi. From high above, he struck down with a palm. This was precisely the Emperor-grade High-level Martial Arts, Heaven-Crushing Hand Seal.

BOOM!

Wen Qingye’s Sword Qi dissipated into nothingness. He paused and then floated backward. He still hadn’t managed to use the final move of the July Killing Heart Sword Technique, the Seventh Kill. Hankong’s timing was impeccable; he had directly scattered Wen Qingye’s killing move, giving him no chance to execute it.

Several gasps of alarm rose from the crowd, but they fell silent again in an instant.

”Wen Qingye probably can’t use the Seventh Kill. He definitely can’t. Not even many disciples in the Taiyi Pavilion can execute it.”

”This is like a microcosm of a battle between the Celestial Profound Sect and the Taiyi Pavilion. They’re too strong.”

”Wen Qingye’s talent is incredible, but it’s a pity his cultivation is only at the Yin Yang Realm Eighth Layer Heaven. Otherwise, it would be hard to say who would come out on top.”

”Hankong is worthy of his title as one of Taiyi Pavilion’s Seven Reverences. To break through in the middle of a battle... Wen Qingye is in trouble this time.”

”And he’s wearing the Taiyi Pavilion’s Spirit Treasure, the Illusory Sun Jade Pendant, at his waist. Even experts at the Second Heaven of the Destruction Realm can’t get close to him.”

...

Before the crowd’s discussions had died down, Wen Qingye flourished his hand, and a scroll suddenly appeared before him.

For some reason, when Hankong saw the scroll, his heart jolted in alarm, and a chill ran down his spine.

WHOOSH!

The scroll grew larger and larger, gradually transforming through Illusion Transformation until it formed a phantom image. Beneath the reflection of a thousand mountains and rivers, the world became a vast, hazy expanse.

This was the Mountain River Atlas!

The Mountain River Atlas abruptly released a myriad of lights, which shot toward Hankong like a volley of ten thousand arrows.

”WAH!”

Hankong didn’t have time to react, nor did he know the power of the Mountain River Atlas. His Heart Spirit was once again heavily wounded, and his body rapidly retreated backward.

Wen Qingye suddenly raised his One Thought Sword and strode forward. A golden light burst forth, and the domineering aura of an Emperor shot into the heavens.

”Fifth Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Sword Dominator of the World!”

The void trembled as a colossal sword blade slashed down, chopping directly at Hankong’s body.

BANG!

A strike from the Sword Emperor Technique slashed over, carrying the Vibration Law that Wen Qingye had just learned. The Primordial Qi vibrated directly into Hankong’s body. Even though the Illusory Sun Jade Pendant blocked most of the attack, he was still forced back again and again.

But Hankong’s cultivation was no longer in the Yin-Yang Realm. The gap of a Grand Realm was immense, especially since Wen Qingye was also at a lower minor realm.

Moreover, Hankong was one of the Seven Reverences of Taiyi Pavilion, no ordinary pushover. He himself was capable of fighting opponents above his own level.

As soon as he stabilized his footing, he radiated a furious aura. Primordial Qi gathered crazily toward his palm. In just a moment, it seemed as if all the surrounding Primordial Qi had been drained dry by him.

”Heaven-Crashing Desolate Technique!”

Hankong thrust his palm upward, and a Palm Seal with six fingers pressed down on Wen Qingye from the void. The Palm Seal, condensed from Primordial Qi, carried an incredibly ferocious aura—a characteristic of the Destruction Realm.

Wen Qingye looked up, naturally feeling the oppressive aura. His heart tightened, and he swung his sword again and again.

SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH...

Wen Qingye’s arm was a blur. In an instant, hundreds of brilliant, dazzling golden Sword Auras filled the sky, meeting the six-fingered Palm Seal from the void.

”Annihilate!” Hankong roared. He flipped his palm, and another surge of explosive Primordial Qi empowered the attack, instantly making it even more formidable.

BOOM!

The explosive Primordial Qi blasted in all directions, transforming into searing heat waves that churned and roared as they rushed into the distance.

Wen Qingye was forced back several steps. It felt as if his Qi Sea had exploded in his chest, and a trickle of blood slowly ran from the corner of his mouth.

Hankong snorted heavily. ”Wen Qingye, I’ve seen far too many geniuses like you. Without exception, they’ve all become stepping stones beneath my feet. You won’t be a miracle.”

’I didn’t expect Hankong to have suppressed his cultivation to such an extreme, ready to break through at any moment. If it isn’t because of a special Cultivation Technique from the Taiyi Pavilion, then he must have refined some kind of Heavenly and Earthly Treasure.’

”What? Not convinced?” Hankong sneered, looking at Wen Qingye’s nonchalant expression.

Wen Qingye gently rolled his neck, a charming smile gracing his lips. ”I’m just giving you the right to say your last words. You should cherish it.”

Hankong was about to speak when Wen Qingye suddenly raised his sword. An unparalleled pressure descended upon the area for miles around. Everyone felt as if a colossal mountain was weighing them down, and an irrepressible urge to kneel rose in their hearts.