Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

”Go, child. Go, and there will be hope.”

Just then, a voice sounded from behind them.

Jie Jiachun saw the newcomer and couldn’t help but exclaim, ”Old Madam, why are you here?”

The newcomer was indeed Liu Clan.

When Wen Xu saw Liu Clan, his brows furrowed. ”Didn’t I tell you to pack your valuables and leave? Why are you back?”

Liu Clan shook her head and sighed, her gaze sweeping over the crowd. ”None of you are leaving. How could I possibly go?”

Ling Wei was slightly taken aback when she saw Liu Clan.

’Hope?’

Liu Clan nodded. ”Yes. If you leave, there is still hope.”

”I...” Ling Wei looked up at the azure sky and the blinding sun, her resolve wavering.

”Thinking of leaving? It’s too late now.”

The green-robed elder snorted coldly. His body blurred into a streak of green light as he shot toward Ling Wei, his hand reaching for her neck.

”Look out!” ”Run!” ”Be careful!”

Everyone’s faces fell, their eyes filled with terror. His speed was simply too fast. Some couldn’t bear to watch and squeezed their eyes shut.

CLANG!

A sharp metallic clang suddenly assaulted their eardrums, echoing in all directions.

Ling Wei’s vision blurred. A figure seemed to have appeared before her—a back so familiar, so broad, and so very, very familiar!

As the shockwave dissipated, everyone saw a young man standing before Ling Wei. He held an ancient longsword horizontally across his chest, his cold eyes fixed on the green-robed elder.

Seeing him, everyone from the Celestial Martial Country was stunned speechless.

”Wen... Wen Qingye... He’s back,” Ling Jiao murmured, staring at his back.

Yes. Wen Qingye. He was back!

The green-robed elder looked at Wen Qingye and, to his surprise, felt a sense of danger. He barked, ”Who are you, boy?”

Wen Qingye replied expressionlessly, ”The one who has come for your life.”

”HA HA HA HA!” ”HA HA HA!”

The moment Wen Qingye finished speaking, two deafening peals of laughter erupted.

The purple-robed elder stepped forward, his eyes glacial. ”Just you? A mere Martial Artist at the peak of the Seventh Heaven of the Destruction Realm? You’re courting death.”

The green-robed elder gave a sinister laugh. ”A newborn calf has no fear of the tiger. We’ll capture him alive, skin him, and then fill him with water. We’ll show him the power of our Heaven-Burying Sect.”

The three men stepped forward in unison, focusing their immense pressure entirely on Wen Qingye.

Ling Wei whispered, ”Qingye, be careful. The black-robed elder and the purple-robed elder are both Hall Masters of the Heaven-Burying Sect. Their strength is profound; they’re masters of the Life and Death Realm. The green-robed elder is the Vice Hall Master, and he’s rumored to be a Half-Step Life and Death Realm expert.”

”Leave everything to me,” Wen Qingye said lightly, without turning around.

Hearing his words, Ling Wei nodded firmly and took a few small steps back.

”Leave it to you? Boy, empty boasts are useless. I could kill you with a single finger.”

As the purple-robed elder finished speaking, he shot into the sky like a hawk. An immense pressure bore down as he extended a finger and thrust it toward Wen Qingye.

From the sky, a massive pillar of purple jade plunged toward Wen Qingye, kicking up a raging hurricane.

In that instant, Wen Qingye seemed utterly insignificant compared to the Jade Pillar from the sky, like a small boat in a raging storm, ready to be capsized at any moment.

”Xia Qianhe of the Three Realms Sect is here to lend Young Master Wen a hand!”

At that moment, an intense, cold light flared in the distance. A giant palm materialized and slammed into the pillar of light.

CRACK! CRACK!

Cracks appeared on the pillar of light. They grew larger and larger until, with a BANG, the pillar shattered into dust, dissolving into Primordial Qi and vanishing into the air.

Not far away, Xia Qianhe stood with an imposing expression. He looked at Wen Qingye and said, ”The Three Realms Sect has arrived late. I hope Young Master Wen can forgive the delay.”

The moment Xia Qianhe finished speaking, a sharp cry came from the distance, and dozens of figures were seen rushing over.

”The Flowing Cloud Sect is here to help Young Master Wen apprehend and execute the Heavenly Burial Evil Cult!”

Gao Changtian of the Flowing Cloud Sect landed beside Wen Qingye with a few others. The members of the Flowing Cloud Sect all watched the group from the Heaven-Burying Sect with caution.

An Elder from one of the Imperial City Families of the Celestial Martial Country said in astonishment, ”Who are these experts?”

Ling Xiao said excitedly, ”The Flowing Cloud Sect! I know of them! They’re an extremely powerful Sect to the east!”

’Did Wen Qingye bring all these experts here?’ Gao Ming muttered to himself, sensing the powerful auras radiating from the newcomers.

The purple-robed elder stared at Xia Qianhe in shock and blurted out, ”Xia Qianhe... that name... Isn’t he the Sect Leader of the Three Realms Sect?”

The black-robed elder frowned at Gao Changtian and his men. ”The Flowing Cloud Sect is here too? What in the world is going on?”

The sudden appearance of experts from both the Three Realms Sect and the Flowing Cloud Sect completely shattered the Heaven-Burying Sect’s offensive. Its members were left dumbfounded and in disarray, unsure of their next move.

Wen Qingye nodded to the members of the two sects, then said slowly, ”Sect Leader Xia, I’ll leave this expert in black from the Heaven-Burying Sect to you.”

Xia Qianhe declared, ”Young Hero Wen, rest assured. Consider him a dead man.”

His voice thundered through the clouds and shook the heavens, and a wild, domineering aura pulsed outward from him.

Everyone who heard Xia Qianhe’s declaration felt a chill, as if his words were an undeniable truth.

Hearing Xia Qianhe’s words, the Heaven-Burying Sect’s black-robed elder’s expression changed. A harsh, cold light flickered in his eyes, but he said nothing.

Wen Qingye’s gaze, fixed on the purple-robed elder, was utterly frigid.

Gao Changtian laughed heartily. ”Ha ha ha, I suppose it’s our turn! I’m eager to see just how strong this Purple Robe Hall Master of the Heaven-Burying Sect really is!”

Gao Changtian’s laughter carried a strange fluctuation of Primordial Qi. The powerful vibrations cracked the surrounding stones and stirred up the dust, while in the distance, the fanatical followers of the Heaven-Burying Sect began to tremble uncontrollably.

The people of the Celestial Martial Country watched this scene unfold, unable to contain their shock.

’Where did Wen Qingye find such powerful experts?’

”Then I’ll take the last one,” Wen Qingye laughed.

”You think you can kill me?” the green-robed elder sneered. ”You alone?”

”Qingye, don’t be reckless!” Ling Wei shouted, biting her lip.

At that moment, Xia Qianhe and Gao Changtian were already charging the black-robed and purple-robed elders. A violent, boundless wave of Primordial Qi erupted from the clash. The followers of the Heaven-Burying Sect were caught in the shockwave, and a great many of them were instantly torn to pieces, a shower of blood and gore filling the air.

Wen Qingye drew his One Thought Sword. His cold eyes fixed on the green-robed elder, and his killing intent washed over the man like a tidal wave.