Chapter 114: Chapter 113: How Could a True Dragon Be Suppressed by a Worm?
Jia Lu sneered at Wen Qingye, "Kid, I’ll let you make the first move."
Wen Qingye suddenly sheathed his sword. "Using my sword on you would be an insult to the blade."
Jia Lu’s expression froze. Before he could get angry, Wen Qingye was already upon him.
"Celestial Hand!"
Wen Qingye thrust out his palm. The surrounding Primordial Qi billowed out like a shockwave as a massive Hand Seal materialized from the void, pressing down with astonishing force.
"BOOM!"
The surrounding crowd could feel the Primordial Qi in the air being crushed, then violently blasting outward with a deafening roar.
"So you do have some skill. No wonder you’re so arrogant! As Heavy as Mountains and Rivers!"
Jia Lu roared and stomped his foot, making the ground feel as if it trembled twice. His fist, carrying Powerful Qi of immense weight, shot out to meet Wen Qingye’s massive Hand Seal.
"BANG! BANG! BANG!"
A series of Primordial Qi explosions rippled outward.
Wen Qingye staggered back several steps, the qi and blood churning in his body.
Jia Lu’s body also shuddered. His expression grew solemn as he looked at Wen Qingye. From that simple exchange, Jia Lu realized Wen Qingye’s strength was truly extraordinary, not at all as pathetic as the rumors claimed.
Wen Shibei, watching from the side, couldn’t help but exclaim, "Wen Qingye actually traded a blow with Jia Lu and only came out slightly worse? How is that possible?"
The Yao Clan matriarch’s eyes also revealed a trace of shock. "This Wen Qingye... how did his strength improve so quickly?"
Zhang Hua’s expression was unreadable, but a sharp glint occasionally flashed in his eyes.
Wen Qingye took a deep breath. ’Jia Lu didn’t just insult me; he insulted Liu Tianli, who helped me. I swear I will have my revenge today!’
"Great Heaven-Tearing Monument Hand!"
Wen Qingye clapped his palms together and was instantly enveloped in a terrifying aura. Faint golden Primordial Qi spilled from his hands, captivating the Heart Spirit of all who watched. Finally, a golden palm shadow, infused with the might of Thunderous Force, blasted forward.
A massive golden Palm Seal descended fiercely from the sky. Jia Lu’s messy black hair whipped about, and the hem of his clothes flapped wildly.
"Heavy Blade Sky Breaking!"
Jia Lu didn’t dare to be careless. The surrounding Primordial Qi rapidly gathered and spiraled around his hand. Then, with a power as imposing as Mount Tai, it erupted from his palm.
"BOOM!"
The fist and palm collided, creating a massive Primordial Qi explosion. Those in the crowd with lower cultivation turned pale and stumbled backward.
Just then, the crowd saw Wen Qingye’s Body Technique become astonishingly fast. Like a phantom butterfly, he moved with nimble speed, closing in on Jia Lu.
"You’re courting death! Heavy Force Wushuang!"
Jia Lu roared. With a shake of his arm, a stream of yellow light erupted and surged toward Wen Qingye.
"Undying and Undying Yin Yang Break!"
Wen Qingye extended a finger, around which a black and white stream of qi swirled. The two currents twisted together, looking plain and unremarkable, completely lacking the astonishing power of his previous attack.
Ultimately, Wen Qingye’s finger met Jia Lu’s fist. The punch, which seemed to carry the weight of mountains and moons, was stopped dead. Jia Lu’s face paled, and he stumbled back four or five steps.
The qi and blood churned inside Wen Qingye’s body as well, and he felt awful. But he gritted his teeth against the pain and lunged at Jia Lu again.
Jia Lu hadn’t expected Wen Qingye to be so skilled. His attacks were like a relentless tide. Biting his lip, Jia Lu had no choice but to face him once more.
"Heavy Blade Sky Breaking!"
This time, Jia Lu poured all his strength into Heavy Blade Sky Breaking. The Primordial Qi began to churn like a small vortex, seemingly sucking the very air dry around him.
"Undying Heaven’s Lament!"
The sky suddenly darkened!
Wen Qingye extended his finger again. It glowed with a black, ethereal light, like the brightest star in the sky. All of its immense power was focused into that single point. To the crowd, the finger strike looked plain and unremarkable, but Jia Lu’s heart trembled.
"TCHH!"
"THUD!"
Wen Qingye’s finger and Jia Lu’s fist finally met.
The two stood frozen for three seconds. Suddenly, Jia Lu’s entire body was thrown into a nearby rockery, smashing it to smithereens.
Jia Lu... was defeated!?
The surroundings fell deathly silent. Not a sound could be heard.
Everyone stared at Wen Qingye, horrified and bewildered. ’Is this really Wen Qingye? The same timid, weak Wen Qingye with his low cultivation?’
Zhang Hua’s brow furrowed in sudden regret. He sighed internally. ’It seems I still underestimated Wen Qingye. Liu Tianli really lucked out.’
Gao Ming found this hard to accept. ’I was originally planning to step forward and put in a good word for Wen Qingye if he lost, but now it seems that would have been completely unnecessary.’
If those two were merely regretful, Wen Xu’s face was ashen, then flushed red. ’How is this possible? Don’t I know my own son? How could Wen Qingye suddenly become so formidable? The talent he’s shown today is in no way inferior to Wen Shibei’s!’
Wen Qingye walked over to Jia Lu and sneered, "How could a True Dragon be suppressed by an insect? In my eyes, you’re nothing but a pathetic worm."
Wen Qingye’s tone was indifferent and calm. Combined with the astonishing aura that still lingered around him, it made everyone shudder with a reverent fear.
Ling Jiao watched Wen Qingye, a keen light appearing in her eyes, her expression one of playful interest.
Lying amid the rubble in a wretched state, Jia Lu’s eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "Wen Qingye, you dare humiliate me! I’ll kill you! I’ll slaughter your entire family!"
"Kill me?" Wen Qingye’s eyes turned cold as he stomped on Jia Lu’s leg.
"AHHH~!"
The sickening, body-trembling sound of a bone cracking echoed out, followed by Jia Lu’s blood-curdling scream.
"Slaughter my entire family?"
Wen Qingye asked, "Crush my bones?"
With every phrase he spoke, Wen Qingye stomped on Jia Lu’s body. The sounds of cracking bones and agonized wails reached the ears of the crowd. Watching the nonchalant Wen Qingye, they couldn’t help but shiver from a chill deep within their souls.
Wen Qingye had changed!
This was the only thought in everyone’s mind.
"Wen Qingye, if you cripple me, my Jia Family will never let you go!" Jia Lu, drenched in sweat, still managed to threaten him.
"CRACK!"
The sound of shattering bone echoed again. Jia Lu clutched his leg and passed out. Wen Qingye snorted coldly, "What a waste."
Wen Qingye kicked Jia Lu forcefully, jolting him awake.
"Didn’t you say I know how to read a situation? Didn’t you say I know my place?" Wen Qingye sneered.
With every sentence, Wen Qingye stomped on Jia Lu. His screams made everyone’s Heart Spirit tremble with fear, but not a single person stepped forward to stop him.
Wen Qingye continued, "Weren’t you enjoying yourself when you called him an old dog just now?"
Although Jia Lu was incredibly weak, he still refused to beg for mercy, continuing to threaten Wen Qingye. "Wen Qingye, you’re dead! My Jia Family will not let you go!"
Wen Qingye’s expression remained unchanged. He glanced at the fallen Jia Lu and said, "I’m not killing you this time, and it’s not because I fear your Jia Family. When you get back to the Imperial City and see Wen Tongyu, pass on a message for me: tell him to watch himself."
With that, Wen Qingye turned and walked toward the Liu Clan and Liu Tianli.
As Wen Qingye turned away, a cold smile touched the corner of his lips. ’Not kill you? You’re about to find out there are fates worse than death.’
Wen Qingye had shattered all the meridians and bones in Jia Lu’s body. Furthermore, he had used a Secret Technique that would ensure Jia Lu would live the rest of his life as a lump of flesh in a bed, unable to do anything. It was a fate worse than death.
