Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Yum Tianyang, Tangg Guanzhong, Zhang Zhilin, Ji Hai, and the other members of the Celestial Profound Sect were all staring at Wen Qingye in astonishment. The shock in their hearts was irrepressible, surging through them like a tide. Wen Qingye’s Alchemy Dao was actually more impressive than his cultivation—and not just by a little.

An Emperor-grade High-level Alchemist!

This ever-smiling young man before them was actually an Emperor-grade High-level Alchemist.

Everyone’s gaze instantly fell upon Wen Qingye, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Wen Qingye cupped his fists and said with a smile, ”Elder Gu, you flatter me. I just used a little trick. When it comes to the Alchemy Dao, how could I possibly compare to your esteemed disciple?”

Fang Qingnan stared at Wen Qingye, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with a hatred so intense it was as if he wanted to kill him a thousand, ten thousand times over.

”Alright, let’s continue. Everyone, please take your seats,” Hua Lie said, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. He then specifically looked at Sunx Li and added with a smile, ”You go find a place to sit as well.”

”Oh... Yes, yes.” Sunx Li was stunned for a moment, then hastily found a seat at the banquet and sat down.

After sitting down, Sunx Li looked at Wen Qingye beside him with a grateful expression. He knew that if not for Wen Qingye, he likely wouldn’t have even been qualified to sit.

Meanwhile, Gu Yifeng maintained an indifferent expression as he slowly walked back to his seat.

But everyone knew that Gu Yifeng had failed in his attempt to provoke Hua Lie of Absolute Peak and had only humiliated himself. He was surely fuming inside. Those who had originally planned to greet him all backed away, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.

After that, many more people came forward to present their birthday gifts, but without exception, none could compare to Wen Qingye’s Supreme Grade Dragon Tiger Pill.

The boisterous atmosphere gradually ignited, growing more and more lively.

Once almost everyone had presented their gifts, they all returned to their seats, instantly filling the entire hall.

Hua Lie raised his wine cup, looked at the crowd, and said with a smile, ”Thank you all for coming from so far to attend my birthday celebration. I’d like to propose a toast to everyone.”

”May Hua Peak Master’s fortune be boundless and his life as long as the heavens!”

Everyone raised their cups and shouted in unison.

After drinking the wine in their cups, the crowd slowly sat back down.

”This Hua Peak Master is the master of Absolute Peak, one of the Seven Peaks of the Celestial Profound Sect, and a renowned expert in the Eastern Profound Domain. Everyone is here to celebrate his birthday. It seems a shame for a gathering of such distinguished guests to lack some entertainment. How about my Sword Sect livens things up for everyone?”

The sounds of clinking glasses and conversation still echoed through Absolute Peak Hall when, before the din could subside, a voice rang out in everyone’s ears.

Moo Luo of the Sword Sect was seen standing up with a smile, his sword cradled in his arms as he looked at the crowd.

Everyone exchanged glances before turning their attention back to Moo Luo.

”It’s no fun for me to perform a sword display alone. Is there anyone here willing to join me to liven up the occasion?”

Everyone immediately understood the implication. The Sword Sect was here for trouble. Now that the banquet was halfway through, they were finally showing their true colors.

It seemed that today, it wasn’t just the Taiyi Pavilion; the Sword Sect had also come to the birthday banquet with a significant agenda.

”Good. Since today is Brother Hua’s birthday, allow my disciple to put on a show for him,” Zheng Shui said, cupping his fists toward Hua Lie. Then, he said in a low voice, ”Qiuzhi, you go.”

”Yes, Master.” Bai Qiuzhi cupped his fists and replied.

SWISH!

Bai Qiuzhi landed directly in front of Moo Luo.

”Bai Qiuzhi of One Sword Tower. I am willing to join Brother Moo for a sword display.”

Ling Tianyu chuckled under his breath. ”What’s this? Are the people from the Celestial Profound Sect too scared to go up, so they’re sending someone from One Sword Tower instead?”

”Let’s not get involved in the Sword Sect’s affairs,” Gu Yifeng said, his eyes narrowing slightly. ”We have more important things to do. For this banquet, we should just watch from the sidelines.”

Ling Tianyu nodded and said no more.

”Excellent. Since Brother Bai is willing, how could I, Moo Luo, not oblige? In that case, Brother Bai, be careful.”

As Moo Luo’s resonant voice faded, his sword flashed like lightning, lunging toward Bai Qiuzhi like a venomous fire serpent.

VWOOM!

Bai Qiuzhi drew his own sword and met the attack. A moment later, their blades clashed.

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG!

The sound of metal on metal, mixed with soul-stirring sparks, made the hearts of the onlookers tremble.

Yum Baobao snuck over to Wen Qingye’s side and whispered, ”Brother Wen, you’re a sword expert too. Who do you think is stronger?”

”What do you think?” Wen Qingye smiled, not answering Yum Baobao’s question. Instead, he turned to look at Yann Chuxue beside him.

Yann Chuxue stroked her chin with a delicate hand and said slowly, ”I think Moo Luo’s blade is sharper. Bai Qiuzhi is still lacking something.”

At that moment, the fight between the two in front had reached a fever pitch.

The sword in Bai Qiuzhi’s hand danced continuously, forming what looked like blossoming flowers—beautiful, captivating, and strangely enchanting.

”One Sword, Thirteen Flowers!”

Following the sharp cry, the flashing flowers in the air rushed toward Moo Luo.

”One sword to break you!”

Watching the sky full of flowers approach, Moo Luo stood firm and unmoving. With a slight flick of his sword, a cold light slashed out horizontally, stretching to the horizon.

Moo Luo’s red Sword Aura sliced through the air, seeming to find the most exquisite weak point in the sword flowers. The countless beautiful, alluring blossoms were instantly torn apart by his single strike.

Bai Qiuzhi stumbled back several steps, his face deathly pale.

”I was fortunate!”

Moo Luo said with a faint smile, cradling his sword.

Zheng Shui’s expression changed drastically. He never imagined his prized disciple would be defeated so easily.

”So strong! Bai Qiuzhi of One Sword Tower lost in just seventeen moves!”

”The Chief Disciple of the Sword Sect certainly lives up to his reputation.”

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The Sword Sect’s Elder, Huang En, looked over at Qii Yue, his eyes filled with blatant provocation.

Qii Yue’s brow furrowed. ”Wushuang, you go. The others are no match for Moo Luo.”

”Yes, that was my intention.”

Lu Wushuang slowly rose and walked forward.

Seeing Lu Wushuang rise, a jolt went through the crowd. All eyes focused intently on the front. This was a true battle between the top disciples of the two sects.

Moo Luo watched Lu Wushuang approach, tightening his grip on his sword. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. ”You’re finally coming up.”

”Isn’t this exactly what you wanted?” Lu Wushuang replied coldly.

Moo Luo looked up, a strong battle intent flickering in his eyes. ”The day you visited my Sword Sect, I didn’t get a chance to face the unrivaled Swordsmanship genius of the Celestial Profound Sect. It was truly a pity.”

Lu Wushuang nodded. ”Today, I will grant all your requests.”

The two stood amidst the crowd like a pair of sharp swords piercing the heavens. Their auras surged so powerfully that the onlookers felt the hems of their own robes begin to stir.

Moo Luo nodded. ”Good. Let’s begin.”