Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

An Elder from Purple Bamboo Peak cried out in alarm, “One has just entered the Fourth Heaven of Life and Death Realm, and the other is a peerless prodigy! If they start fighting, are they going to tear down our Xuanyun Hall?”

But it was already too late.

BOOM!

In the next instant, Wang Hao wasted no more words as monstrous Primordial Qi erupted from his body. He took a step forward, and the entire Xuanyun Hall shuddered. Like a clap of thunder, he transformed into a streak of purple lightning and hurtled violently toward Wen Qingye.

The surrounding crowd was instantly horrified. They hadn’t expected Wang Hao to attack the moment he said he would, holding nothing back.

As Wang Hao’s Fist Force surged forward, the very air trembled, sending ripples through it like the surface of a placid lake. The expressions of the onlookers changed drastically, and they scrambled backward.

Wen Qingye watched Wang Hao charge toward him with Thunderous Force. His dark pupils betrayed not a hint of fear. His feet remained planted as he threw a punch of his own.

This punch carried the power of the Swift Wind Law from the second layer of the Earthly Realm and the Rock Law from the third layer of the Earthly Realm.

KABOOM!

The two streams of Fist Force slammed into each other like crashing meteorites. The turbulent Primordial Qi erupted outward like tidal waves, battering everything around them.

PUH!

After clashing with Wen Qingye’s punch, Wang Hao stumbled backward several steps, his face turning pale. His insides felt like they were on fire, and his right arm seemed on the verge of shattering. A sweet taste surged up his throat before he spat out a mouthful of blood.

After a moment of dead silence, the entire hall erupted into an uproar!

The members of Purple Bamboo Peak were like a long-dormant volcano suddenly erupting, their clamor threatening to tear the roof off the building. One by one, they stared at Wen Qingye in utter shock.

An elder from Purple Bamboo Peak said blankly, “Wang Hao was defeated just like that? Defeated in a single blow?”

“Wen Qingye is way too strong. This level of power is just absurd.”

Du Qianqian knew Wen Qingye was strong—a peerless prodigy who had even killed Wang Zhen of the Fourth Heaven of Life and Death Realm. But seeing this with her own eyes, she still found it hard to believe.

Lu Wushuang and Chu Bufan also shot to their feet. They stared at Wen Qingye, who hadn’t moved a single step, their eyes filled with utter astonishment.

The two of them knew full well how formidable Wang Hao was. But now, Wang Hao hadn’t even been able to withstand a single move from Wen Qingye. Their own strength was either on par with Wang Hao’s or slightly inferior. If they were the ones facing Wen Qingye…

They exchanged a look and both sucked in a sharp breath.

All this time, they had believed Wen Qingye had only managed to slay powerful enemies through cheap tricks, by using a Secret Technique or relying on his Demon Beasts. But now it seemed…

“This…”

Mingkong’s eyes went wide as he gulped nervously. He stared at Wen Qingye, his body trembling uncontrollably. But he recovered in an instant and took a small step back.

Wen Qingye looked at Wang Hao coldly and said, “Want to leave? We’ll see if you have what it takes.”

Wang Hao’s eyes were like a viper’s as he said sinisterly, “Wen Qingye, we are both True Disciples. How dare you treat me like this? Do you not fear the sect’s rules?”

Wen Qingye looked at Wang Hao indifferently. “Speak! Who taught you the Taiyi Heartless Dao?”

‘The person behind Wang Hao might just be the biggest mastermind lurking within the Celestial Profound Sect.’

Wang Hao shakily pulled himself upright and said slowly, “I have not cultivated the Taiyi Heartless Dao. Stop trying to twist the truth and confuse everyone. Wen Qingye, I think you’re just too desperate to become the Sect Leader! Your ambition has run wild, and you want to eliminate dissenters by killing me.”

“That’s right! I see you’re completely set on becoming the Sect Leader! Today you might move against Senior Brother Wang Hao, but tomorrow, it could be me! And after that,” Mingkong took a deep breath, shot to his feet, and pointed at Chu Bufan, Lu Wushuang, and the Elders of Purple Bamboo Peak, “it could be all of you!”

The hearts of the Purple Bamboo Peak Elders trembled when they heard Mingkong’s words. In their minds, Wang Hao was a True Disciple of the older generation, and his character had always appeared quite good in public.

Wen Qingye, on the other hand, was a new genius who had only recently emerged. A few months ago, no one had any impression of him at all. Comparing the two, the crowd couldn’t help but be more inclined to believe Wang Hao and Mingkong.

At this thought, an Elder from Purple Bamboo Peak slowly stood up and said, “In my opinion, this matter cannot be treated lightly. We must consider it carefully. Why don’t we hand it over to Peak Master Tangg for him to handle?”

Another Purple Bamboo Peak Elder chimed in, “Yes, this matter is highly unusual. I think Nephew Wen should not make such a hasty decision.”

Du Qianqian also took a step forward and said hesitantly, “Junior Brother Wen, let’s not be so quick to close the coffin on this. We should investigate carefully. After all, the crime of being a traitor is far too serious.”

At this, the surrounding Purple Bamboo Peak Elders all began to speak up. On the surface, they were trying to mediate, but their underlying meaning was clear: they were implying that Wen Qingye had no concrete evidence, nor the right to act against Wang Hao, and that he should stand down.

Between Wen Qingye and Wang Hao, they were more inclined to believe Wang Hao. Even Du Qianqian felt this way now, especially when she recalled how Wang Hao had been the first to speak up in her defense just moments ago.

Seeing everyone speaking out in his defense, Wang Hao couldn’t help but show a hint of delight at the corner of his lips, while inwardly he was immensely pleased with himself.

Wen Qingye’s gaze suddenly snapped toward the Purple Bamboo Peak Elders, a sharp glint in his eyes. In an instant, the Elders who met his gaze felt a chill run through their hearts, as if they had been plunged into an ice cellar. They immediately fell silent and took a step back.

‘Such powerful pressure!’

The Purple Bamboo Peak Elders all secretly wiped away cold sweat, thinking in alarm.

Wang Hao looked at Wen Qingye and barked coldly, “Wen Qingye, wait until you have concrete evidence, or until you become the Sect Leader, before you have Martial Uncle Ji arrest me. But right now, you are not qualified!”

With that, Wang Hao began to walk calmly and unhurriedly toward the hall’s exit.

“The Primordial Spirit Mirror has arrived. Wang Hao, what’s your hurry?”

Just then, Yann Chuxue’s breathtaking figure drifted into view like a flickering aurora, appearing at the entrance of the great hall.

When Wang Hao saw the purple mirror in Yann Chuxue’s hand, his heart clenched, and he cursed inwardly, ‘This is bad.’

SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Gritting his teeth, Wang Hao stomped his foot hard. His figure shot forward like a swift meteor. In a flash, he appeared before Yann Chuxue. A sharp glint appeared in his eyes as he looked at the Primordial Spirit Mirror in her hand, and his right hand shot out to grab it.

PAK!

In the next instant, Wang Hao’s expression changed. A look of horror spread across his face as he lifted his head. His outstretched hand had been caught firmly by a withered, bony hand.

“Wang Hao, what do you think you’re doing?”