Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Tangg Guanzhong stared straight ahead, but his words were for the people behind him. ”Elder Li, go check on Wen Qingye, who’s on the ground.”

”Right away.” An Elder quickly stepped forward and flew toward Wen Qingye, who was lying in the crater.

Hua Lie bellowed, ”All of you, surround these remnants of the Heaven-Burying Sect! Not a single one of them is getting away today!”

The Elders who had just arrived nodded and formed a tight circle around the Heaven-Burying Sect experts. The members of the Heaven-Burying Sect began to regroup, warily watching the crowd closing in.

The situation, which had seen the three sects pinned down by the Heaven-Burying Sect’s masters, was instantly and completely reversed.

Elder Li descended into the deep crater. By now, Wen Qingye had already recovered his wits. He could have escaped at the last moment, but he had sensed Tangg Guanzhong’s arrival.

”Are you alright? Do you need to meditate and recover your energy? I can stand guard for you,” Elder Li said, his brow furrowing as a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. He could see the appalling state of Wen Qingye’s internal injuries.

Wen Qingye shook his head and forced a smile. ”It’s nothing serious. Thank you for your concern, Elder.”

For Wen Qingye, no injury was too great to recover from quickly. This was due to two things: his Dao of Longevity and the Five Elements Body Refining Technique he cultivated.

As Wen Qingye took in the new situation, he couldn’t help but draw a sharp, silent breath. ’This is a trap within a trap... but it doesn’t seem to be that simple.’

He was not as optimistic as the others. His gaze suddenly snapped to Tangg Guanzhong’s calm, impassive eyes, and his heart jolted.

Wuu Lie, Hall Master of the Celestial Thunder Hall, burst into laughter. ”Ouyang, I bet you didn’t expect this! Today, not even sprouting wings will let your Heaven-Burying Sect escape!”

”Is that so?” the black-robed man said indifferently, stepping forward with a shaky, unsteady gait.

Situ Yun sneered, ”A desperate, last-ditch struggle. That’s all this is.”

”Today, if I say you live, you live. If I say you die, who would dare let you live?”

Hua Lie roared, thrusting his palm forward. A giant hand of Primordial Qi materialized and shot toward a Heaven-Burying Sect expert at the Life and Death Realm Third Layer Heaven.

”Watch out!”

Ouyang saw the attack and cried out a warning, but it was too late.

The Primordial Energy Giant Hand closed around the Heaven-Burying Sect expert, gripping him in its palm.

BANG!

His body exploded into a shower of blood, scattering across the ground like the most beautiful red fireworks.

The battlefield fell silent.

An expert at the Life and Death Realm Third Layer Heaven was dead just like that. He was a fairly well-known master in the Eastern Profound Domain, yet Hua Lie had killed him in a single move.

Many of the Heaven-Burying Sect masters felt a chill run down their spines, their feet drifting backward almost unconsciously.

Seeing this, Ouyang’s eyes turned bloodshot. He roared, ”Hua Lie, you must have a death wish!”

”Enough talk! Let’s attack together!”

Hua Lie sneered and swung his arm. With the gait of a Dragon Walk and Tiger Stride, he closed the distance in large steps, his three-foot Cyan Green Light Sword stabbing directly at Ouyang, their leader.

”Hua Lie, you are too arrogant!”

Suddenly, a voice like a clap of thunder exploded in everyone’s ears.

Everyone’s eyes narrowed as they looked toward the source of the sound. A white sword was flying through the sky, and the speaker was a black dot in the distance, growing rapidly closer.

Seeing the white sword, Bai Xu said in astonishment, ”The Supreme Elder of Siyun Mansion, Zhang Bubai of the Invincible Nine Swords!”

As Bai Xu’s words fell, a great uproar swept through the crowd.

Who was Zhang Bubai? He was a legendary figure whose cultivation was said to reach the heavens. Thirty years ago, his nine Flying Swords had been unrivaled in the Eastern Profound Domain for decades. Now, he served as the Supreme Elder of Siyun Mansion, having lived in seclusion for many years.

Wen Qingye’s brow furrowed, and he looked up sharply into the air.

”Jie-jie-jie! Old man Bai Xu, you still remember me?”

A sinister, cruel laugh, sharp as a sword, pierced everyone’s hearts. The figure of a five or six-year-old child appeared in mid-air. The child was adorable, with features so delicate and fair he seemed carved from jade.

Xia Qianhe gasped. ”The Yanxu Ghost Child!? That old monster has come out of seclusion too?”

This old monster from the Inference Void Sect had always appeared as a child. His power was unfathomable, and he was as elusive as a phantom—a supreme expert from the same generation as Meng Yiyu.

Before anyone could recover from the shock, countless figures began to descend from the sky, their presence like a physical weight. They were experts from the two aforementioned sects—no, there was another group, all of them dressed in blood-red robes.

Wen Qingye recognized their attire. They were from the Asura Sect.

The leader of the Asura Sect was a cold-faced, middle-aged man. He held a Cold and Glamorous Saw, and his body floated in the air like a Yin Messenger, a Judge from the underworld come to reap souls.

Before everyone could even process this, more figures approached from the distance.

An old man with a deeply wrinkled face walked toward them through the air. His eyes were cloudy, and he looked so frail that a gust of wind could blow him over. Yet, no one present dared to underestimate him, because his name was Zhang Bubai.

”Hahahahaha, hahaha!”

Suddenly, the black-robed man threw his head back and laughed, his voice sharp and loud in the silent battlefield.

”This grand net was woven so cleverly. Today, I’ll let you see exactly...” The black-robed man paused, his cold gaze sweeping over the members of the Four Sects—the Three Realms Sect, the Flowing Cloud Sect, the Celestial Thunder Hall, and the Celestial Profound Sect. He finished coldly, ”...who it is that can’t escape even if they sprout wings!”

Everyone present was stunned, still reeling from the sudden, unexpected turn of events.

A man in black emerged from the crowd and spoke respectfully to Ouyang. ”Luu Jing, Right Protector of the Heaven-Burying Sect, has arrived late. I have allowed the Great Elder and the Young Master to be frightened. I beg the Great Elder to forgive my tardiness.”

Ouyang stroked his beard and smiled. ”No, Protector Luu, you have performed a great service. What is there to forgive?”

Hua Lie’s brow tightened. He asked in disbelief, ”What... what is going on?”

Xia Qianhe shook his head with a bitter smile. ”It seems this time, we are the ones who have fallen into the net.”

”I can’t believe the people of the Heaven-Burying Sect are so treacherous and cunning, allying with so many other sects to ambush us! What do we do now?” Situ Yun said, her pretty face pale as she trembled.

Tangg Guanzhong glanced at Situ Yun, his expression turning graver than ever before. He narrowed his eyes, looking at Sunx Bubai, the Ghost Child of the Inference Void Sect, and the man from the Asura Sect with the saw.

”Sunx Bubai, Ghost Child... I never expected you to come out of seclusion. To think you would go to such lengths to deal with my Celestial Profound Sect. This has truly exceeded my expectations.”

The Ghost Child laughed. ”Jie-jie-jie... We all serve different masters and accept our own fates. Tangg the Kid, it’s been decades. I never expected your strength to have grown to such a terrifying level. That’s what has truly exceeded *my* expectations.”

Hua Lie’s mustache bristled with anger. He asked coldly, ”Opposing our Celestial Profound Sect... Ghost Child, Zhang Bubai, do you have any idea the price your Inference Void Sect will have to pay?”