Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

The crowd could only watch as the frenzied Liu Xiaomo relentlessly attacked Wen Qingye with thrusts, slashes, chops, and upward swings. But without exception, Wen Qingye dodged every single blow.

The expressions on Huang En and Moo Luo’s faces shifted from initial disdain to gravity, then to shock, and finally to the look of someone who had just seen a ghost.

Liu Xiaomo’s Swordsmanship had already reached a divinely unpredictable level, yet before Wen Qingye, it seemed like mere child’s play. Just how profound had Wen Qingye’s own Swordsmanship become?

Huang En swallowed hard and stammered, ”Where in the world did this Wen Qingye come from?”

Moo Luo’s voice began to tremble. ”Forcing Junior Brother Liu into such a corner with just a wooden branch... there’s no one like that in our Sword Sect.”

The battle raged on. Liu Xiaomo’s sword grew increasingly fierce, and a crimson glint appeared in his eyes.

”Sword Rises from All Directions!”

HUMMM!

As Liu Xiaomo raised his sword, innumerable beams of Sword Aura erupted from all directions, surging toward Wen Qingye as if to submerge him in an entire ocean of Sword Auras.

SWOOSH!

With a light wave of the wooden sword in his hand, Wen Qingye sent an extremely fine strand of Qi Aura pulsing forward to meet the countless beams of Sword Aura.

CHISSS!

One sword to shatter all arts! One sword to annihilate Heaven and Earth!

Even though it was just a wooden branch, in Wen Qingye’s hands, it could unleash transcendent power. With a single sword strike, he seemed to annihilate the countless streams of Sword Aura, reducing them to nothing.

Everyone stared, stunned, at Wen Qingye.

With a single, casual strike, Liu Xiaomo’s Sword Technique had been utterly annihilated in mid-air.

Lu Wushuang gazed at Wen Qingye, whose hair fluttered in the wind, and couldn’t help but whisper, ”Wen Qingye’s Sword Dao... he has truly surpassed his entire generation.”

Qii Yue sighed inwardly. ’Alas, had I known back then, I would have done anything to recruit Wen Qingye into Cloud Conceal Peak. I truly regret my decision.’

Seeing his Sword Technique blocked, Liu Xiaomo was not discouraged. He sneered, ”Wen Qingye, the real killing blow is only just beginning.”

”Fourteen Ways of Ghost and God Slaying!”

Liu Xiaomo leaped up, his short sword flaring with brilliant light as countless streams of blue-purple Sword Aura pulsed outward, surging ahead.

All eyes were fixed on Wen Qingye, unblinking.

Wen Qingye raised his arm. A wisp of red light shot from one end of the wooden branch to the other.

Qii Yue’s eyes widened in shock, and he cried out, ”That’s...?!”

He wasn’t the only one; nearly everyone revealed a hint of astonishment.

An entirely red Sword Aura, its edges shimmering, surged forward. The crowd was incredibly familiar with this technique—it was the very same one Qii Yue had just performed.

”Cloud Concealment and Long Rainbow!”

A red Qi Aura pulsed from Wen Qingye’s wooden branch. This beam of red Qi was like a crimson sun from the highest heavens, casting a dazzling, brilliant light that illuminated the entire hall.

Next, the red Qi Aura and the blue-purple Sword Auras collided.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The collision of Primordial Qi wasn’t especially fierce, yet the air filled with the ear-piercing sound of clashing metal, a sound that shook people to their core.

Everyone in the hall tilted their heads back to watch the two combatants.

Wen Qingye stood nearby, his eyes calm and impassive, as if he had just handled a trivial matter.

HUFF... HUFF... Liu Xiaomo was on one knee, gasping for breath. After a long moment, he looked up at Wen Qingye and said with a laugh, ”You haven’t beaten me. This battle is a draw.”

Upon hearing Liu Xiaomo’s words, a slight smile touched Wen Qingye’s lips. He nodded and said, ”Whatever you say, as long as it makes you happy.”

With that, Wen Qingye put away his wooden branch and walked back toward his seat.

Liu Xiaomo stared at Wen Qingye’s retreating back and shouted, ”Wen Qingye, we’re evenly matched right now! If I were your age, do you really think you’d be my opponent? I don’t think you would be...”

”Junior Brother Liu...” Moo Luo couldn’t help but call out softly, cutting Liu Xiaomo off.

Liu Xiaomo turned to look at Moo Luo’s grim expression, completely bewildered.

Moo Luo pointed at Liu Xiaomo, then gestured to his own clothes and forehead.

Liu Xiaomo looked down and froze.

He saw that there were six new holes in his clothes. Each one was located over a vital acupoint: the Purple Palace Acupoint, Tiantu Acupoint, Lingxu Acupoint, Celestial Mansion Acupoint, Tanzhong Acupoint, and Middle Mansion Acupoint.

Liu Xiaomo quickly touched his head and found a sharp pain radiating from his Shenting Acupoint.

In the next moment, he drew in a sharp, cold breath. If even one of those seven acupoints had been pierced for real, he would be dead without a doubt.

During their exchange just now, Wen Qingye had struck seven of his vital points, and he hadn’t even realized it. ’Just what terrifying level of Swordsmanship is this?’

Liu Xiaomo stared in astonishment at Wen Qingye’s back, utterly speechless.

So strong!

Everyone present knew at least a little about the Sword Dao. But even for those who didn’t, seeing the marks on Liu Xiaomo’s body was enough to understand how terrifying Wen Qingye was.

”Heavenly Dao Swordsmanship!”

Daoist Shangxuan stared at Wen Qingye, then shot to his feet, his eyes fixed firmly on the young man.

”What!?”

The moment Daoist Shangxuan’s words fell, everyone in the hall stared at Wen Qingye in astonishment.

Immediately after, the sound of discussion erupted like a surging tide, echoing throughout the great hall of Absolute Peak.

”I thought Heavenly Dao Swordsmanship was rumored to have transcended the mortal plane! Can someone actually cultivate it?”

”The Ghost Sword was defeated. Wen Qingye’s swordsmanship must be the Heavenly Dao Swordsmanship. It has truly transcended.”

”He’s too powerful. When a ghost meets an immortal, how can there be a fight?”

”If Wen Qingye’s meridians weren’t an issue, wouldn’t he be something else? He’d be the second-ranked peerless prodigy on the Cyan Cloud List, surpassing the Moon Cicada Fairy and second only to the Little Demon Venerable!”

Countless gazes fell upon Wen Qingye, their eyes filled with extremely complex and subtle emotions.

Ji Hai exclaimed in admiration, ”Zhilin, this disciple of yours is truly something else.”

Chuu Qi mused for a moment, then said, ”I think we should seriously look into the matter of his meridians.”

Miaoxuan nodded and said, ”But of course. I will certainly do my best. If it weren’t for Junior Brother Zhang’s disciple, I don’t think I would have broken through to become a Spirit-grade Alchemist so quickly.”

Yum Tianyang asked in confusion, ”Oh? He had something to do with that?”

Miaoxuan nodded. ”There is some connection. We can discuss it in detail after the banquet.”

The members of the Celestial Profound Sect all began to re-evaluate the problem of Wen Qingye’s meridians, their brows furrowed in deep thought.

The Ice Python appeared in Wen Qingye’s Sea of Consciousness, flicking its tongue as it laughed. ”This lot... if they knew your meridians were already repaired, wouldn’t they lose their minds?”

Wen Qingye sat down expressionlessly, his gaze fixed ahead. ’I can’t reveal it yet,’ he thought. ’The people from Taiyi Pavilion already see me as a thorn in their side. I’d better wait for a suitable opportunity.’

”Brother Wen, have you really reached the Heavenly Dao Realm?” The moment Wen Qingye sat down, Mo Qing, who had snuck over to his side, whispered the question with a fawning smile.

When Yum Baobao saw Mo Qing run over, she huffed, ”Who’s *your* Brother Wen? Get out of here.”

Mo Qing wrinkled her small nose and snorted. ”Brother Wen isn’t yours. What I say to him has nothing to do with you.”

Wen Qingye simply shook his head and smiled, sitting there serenely without saying a word.