Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

The crisp, resounding smack was like a blade, slicing through the surrounding whispers. Everyone’s expression froze as they stared blankly at the scene.

The disciples from Absolute Peak standing behind Hua Du were also stunned. They knew Hua Du’s temperament all too well. While countless people across the Seven Peaks detested him, they all suppressed their hatred and greeted him with smiles, all thanks to his father Hua Lie’s reputation.

But today, Wen Qingye had actually slapped Hua Du.

Sunx Shijun was just one of the seven disciples under Danxuan Peak’s Master Chuu Qi, and not even the most outstanding one.

Hua Du, however, was Hua Lie’s only son—the apple of his eye.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at the calm and composed Wen Qingye. A strange light shone in his dark eyes, leaving them slightly mesmerized.

”You’re courting death...”

Hua Du clutched his cheek, his lips trembling. He turned to face Wen Qingye and stammered in disbelief, ”Wen Qingye, you... you actually dared to hit me?”

Wen Qingye said flatly, ”This slap was for my Senior Brother Sunx Li. I forgot to give it to you that day on Danxuan Peak. From now on, if you trouble him again, I won’t slap you. I’ll just cut off one of your fingers.”

But in the next instant, Wen Qingye’s hand whipped through the air again. The more sharp-eyed onlookers saw him deliver a swift forehand and backhand strike.

SLAP! SLAP!

The crisp sounds rang out again, and the crowd felt their own hearts clench.

”These two slaps were for Qiuu Ming and Zhou Yue. If this happens again, for every injury they suffer because of you, I’ll cut off one of your toes.”

Wen Qingye’s eyes were cold and merciless, but his words were colder still, piercing the heart.

The fiery sting from his swollen cheeks snapped Hua Du back to his senses. A crazed light filled his eyes, and his entire face twisted in fury.

In an instant, boundless Primordial Qi surged from his Qi Sea. Hua Du unleashed a vicious Fist Force, smashing it brutally toward Wen Qingye’s head.

BANG!

Without so much as a blink, Wen Qingye clenched his hand into a fist. The wind from his punch billowed outward as he sent it hurtling toward Hua Du’s own.

Hua Du was sent flying backward, stumbling dozens of steps before he managed to steady himself. His eyes were bloodshot, and his once-handsome face was now a twisted, ugly mask.

He roared like a madman, ”Kill Wen Qingye for me! Kill him! I want him dead!”

Hua Du was completely consumed by rage. For years, he had run rampant throughout the Seven Peaks of the Celestial Profound Sect, accustomed to absolute dominance. He had never suffered such a humiliation. Those three slaps had nearly knocked him unconscious.

’He knew that if he didn’t teach Wen Qingye a lesson, he would become the laughingstock of the entire Celestial Profound Sect. How could he show his face then? What would even be the point of living?’

The experts from Absolute Peak behind Hua Du finally snapped out of it. Hua Du was their Peak Master’s son. Now that he had been slapped in public, they would lose face if they didn’t intervene. Besides, it would be difficult to explain themselves when they got back.

”Wen Qingye, you’ve gone too far!”

One of the Absolute Peak experts could no longer hold back. With a cold snort, he stamped his foot and charged at Wen Qingye, his large hand aiming for Wen Qingye’s skull. A powerful wave of Primordial Qi swept forth, like a hawk swooping down on its prey.

’Fourth Heaven of Destruction Realm?’

Wen Qingye sneered inwardly as he saw the attacker. ’It seems my display of power on Danxuan Peak wasn’t enough of a deterrent.’

He condensed Primordial Qi in his right fist and threw a punch. A torrent of Primordial Qi, imbued with a faint golden, domineering aura, blasted mercilessly toward the man from Absolute Peak.

The story of Wen Qingye defeating four experts at the Fourth Heaven of Destruction Realm with a single sword strike had already spread. However, the disciples of the Celestial Profound Sect’s Seven Peaks were all proud geniuses. They couldn’t believe someone could defeat a cultivator at a higher level than themselves—after all, they were usually the ones to perform such feats. This man was no exception.

”I’d like to see for myself if your skills are really all that!” the Absolute Peak expert snorted.

The expert from Absolute Peak snorted again. His massive palm, now shaped into a claw, continued its path forward. He coated it in potent Primordial Qi, meeting Wen Qingye’s Fist Force with a sharp, tyrannical momentum.

BANG!

Fist and claw collided, and a violent wave of Primordial Qi erupted. In the next instant, the Absolute Peak expert’s face changed dramatically. It wasn’t the domineering power of Wen Qingye’s Primordial Qi that shocked him; it was the feeling of his own Primordial Spirit being struck by a heavy hammer.

The Primordial Spirit was the manifestation of one’s Martial Dao Will, the seat of one’s comprehension of the Three Thousand Great Dao’s source. How could someone whose Primordial Spirit wasn’t powerful withstand such a direct impact?

His Primordial Spirit was injured!

BOOM!

The Absolute Peak expert’s arm buckled, and his body was thrown backward, stumbling all the way back into the crowd of his fellow disciples. Luckily, they caught him, or there was no telling how far he would have flown.

An uproar swept through the crowd.

The surrounding onlookers erupted into a clamor. Of course they recognized the man who had just attacked. He was Geng Tianxing, an expert at the peak of the Fourth Heaven of Destruction Realm. He was known for his decent cultivation talent and extensive combat experience from frequently sparring with others on the Three Pristine Platform.

”This Wen Qingye... he’s improving way too fast.” Tangg Jin’s jaw hung open. ’How long has it been? Back then, he had to look up to me. Now, I might not even be able to withstand a single one of his moves.’ How could she not be astonished?

Nie Shuang stared at Wen Qingye’s back, a dazed and bewildered look in his eyes.

He was defeated in a single exchange, without even getting a chance to gauge the depths of Wen Qingye’s power.

Seeing this, Sheng Ao couldn’t help but narrow his eyes and chuckle. ”Now this is getting interesting.”

”Geng Tianxing, you’re pathetic! You can’t even handle a piece of trash like Wen Qingye!” Hua Du shrieked, trembling with rage. ”Disciples of Absolute Peak, attack! If one isn’t enough, then two! All of you, go together! You must kill Wen Qingye! Kill him!” He had completely lost his mind.

Geng Tianxing, whose Primordial Spirit was already injured, was deathly pale. His expression soured even further upon hearing Hua Du’s words. The other disciples from Absolute Peak were also visibly displeased.

’Although we’re all disciples of Absolute Peak, we’re not Hua Du’s servants,’ they thought. They often felt contempt for Hua Du; if not for their respect for Hua Lie, they couldn’t be bothered with him.

Hua Du’s throat grew hoarse from shouting. Seeing the disciples of Absolute Peak standing motionless, he pointed a trembling finger at them and roared, ”Fine! Very good! You won’t help me, is that it? I’ll do it myself! I refuse to believe Wen Qingye would dare to actually kill me!”

Geng Tianxing and the others felt their lips twitch. ’On the Celestial Profound Sect’s Three Pristine Platform, not even the Sect Leader can kill at will. Only an idiot like you would dare to run around screaming about murder.’

As if he had truly lost his mind, Hua Du stamped his foot and charged at Wen Qingye again.

”Senior Brother Hua!”