Chapter 190: Chapter 189: Not at a Disadvantage
Yao Chijian froze, his gaze fixed on Wen Qingye. ’This Wen Qingye is truly remarkable,’ he thought, nodding to himself. ’With cultivation merely at the Peak of Refining Spirit Second Layer Heaven, he can actually withstand my Refining Spirit Fifth Layer Heaven cultivation.’
’It’s more than enough to prove the strength of his foundation. As expected of the one who defeated a genius like Nie Shuang.’
Yao Chijian couldn’t help but shout to Wen Qingye, "Years ago, while traveling, I came across an incomplete Ninth-Grade Martial Arts Palm Technique by chance. Young friend, you’d best be careful!"
Wen Qingye smiled faintly. "Bring your best."
"Good!" A flash of fighting spirit ignited in Yao Chijian’s eyes. Looking at Wen Qingye standing before him, his blood began to boil. It had been years since he’d had such a satisfying, all-out battle.
Yao Chijian frantically mobilized the Primordial Qi within his body. The ambient Primordial Qi also surged wildly toward him, gradually materializing around him as a blood-red energy that swirled and spun.
"Autumn Wind and Falling Leaves!"
Yao Chijian thrust a palm strike toward Wen Qingye. The sky seemed to dim as a blood-red Palm Seal blasted through the air, causing the space around it to warp slightly with a piercing roar.
"Is that a Ninth-Grade Martial Arts technique? It’s so powerful!"
"Yao Chijian is truly worthy of being a Refining Spirit Fifth Layer Heaven Martial Artist. That, combined with a Ninth-Grade Martial Arts technique, is incredible."
"Too strong. He’s just too strong."
The experts watching from around Kaiyang City paled slightly as they saw Yao Chijian’s palm move.
Wen Qingye’s vision was filled with blood-red light and a single crimson maple leaf. It seemed to be falling with extreme slowness, drifting toward him. His heart clenched.
’What a Palm Technique!’ Stomping his feet on the pavilion roof, Wen Qingye drew his One Thought Sword. A stunning, cold glint of light flashed before everyone’s eyes.
"Moon Falling into the Milky Way!"
An image of the Milky Way from the highest heavens materialized behind Wen Qingye. Amidst the black night sky were specks of starlight. As if treading upon the galaxy itself, Wen Qingye met Yao Chijian’s Palm Seal with the silver-white light of his sword.
"Get back!"
Yao Luojun’s expression changed as he hurriedly shouted to the nearby servants, as well as to Jie Jiachun and Yao Qi.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The moment Yao Luojun finished speaking, a series of explosions rocked the sky above the Yao Family estate, causing considerable damage to several of their pavilions.
Wen Qingye felt a tremor run through the Sword Body, followed by a stifling sensation in his chest. His face immediately flushed red.
Wen Qingye spat out a mouthful of blood, the pressure in his chest easing slightly.
’Yao Chijian’s power is truly formidable. And that Ninth-Grade Martial Arts technique is incredible,’ Wen Qingye thought, his brow furrowed in concentration.
Seeing Wen Qingye spit blood, Gao Ming’s heart lurched. He had a very bad feeling about this.
"Hmph. How could Wen Qingye possibly be a match for my grand-uncle? My grand-uncle’s cultivation makes him a renowned figure even in the Celestial Martial Country," Yao Qi sneered when she saw Wen Qingye get injured.
Seeing Wen Qingye spit blood, Yao Chijian did not rush forward to press the attack.
Wen Qingye gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and laughed heartily. "Hahaha, it seems you’ve cultivated that Palm Technique to the stage of Great Success! An excellent technique. Now, it’s my turn."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Qingye kicked off. His body moved like a fluttering butterfly, treading on ripples in the air. His sword began to give off sparks, radiating a domineering might.
"Wen Qingye dares to take the initiative?"
"The kid’s got guts!"
"How arrogant. He’s simply courting death."
The surrounding experts couldn’t help but shake their heads. Some praised Wen Qingye’s boldness, while others secretly scoffed at his arrogance.
In an instant, a wave of fire erupted from Wen Qingye, roaring outward in all directions. The scorching aura caused the ambient temperature to rise significantly.
"Four Symbols Sword Technique, Second Stance! Heaven Burning Fire!"
With the force of a single spark setting the heavens ablaze, Wen Qingye slashed forward. A red Sword Qi cut down in all directions, sweeping unimpeded through everything and turning the area before him into a sea of fire.
Only now did Yao Chijian truly witness Wen Qingye’s Swordsmanship. Seeing that red Sword Qi, he didn’t dare to be the least bit careless. He leaped toward the clouds, the violent air currents around him scattering the cloud layer itself.
"Falling Leaves!"
Yao Chijian brought a palm down from above, the force of it blowing away a good portion of the raging flames on Wen Qingye’s Sword Qi. His Palm Qi contained hundreds, even thousands, of smaller blasts, creating a scene like autumn leaves scattering in the wind.
But in the next instant, Yao Chijian’s expression changed. His eyes filled with horror and disbelief. The moment his Palm Qi touched Wen Qingye’s Sword Qi, it dissipated into nothing, while Wen Qingye’s Sword Qi continued to slash toward him, its devouring wave of fire overwhelmingly powerful.
RIIIP!
Yao Chijian immediately flipped over, trying to dodge the Sword Qi, but it was simply too fast. He was still struck hard in the waist.
Blood streamed down his clothes, and in moments, the wound on Yao Chijian’s waist was bleeding uncontrollably.
Seeing this, the onlookers could only stare at each other in utter shock.
"Wen Qingye’s Swordsmanship is that incredible?"
"His Swordsmanship actually wounded Yao Chijian!"
"To think his Swordsmanship is this amazing... Yao Chijian really suffered a major blow."
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"What domineering Swordsmanship," Yao Chijian said with a laugh, paying no mind to the wound on his waist.
"Wood feeds fire. That is all," Wen Qingye said calmly.
Realization dawned on Yao Chijian, and he nodded. "Excellent. An excellent ’wood feeds fire.’"
Yao Chijian looked at the sword in Wen Qingye’s hand and continued, "This Palm Technique of mine originally had four stances, but since the version I have is incomplete, there are only three. I have relied on this technique throughout my life, and my only regret is never having seen the final stance. However, the power of this third stance is also extraordinary."
After speaking, Yao Chijian’s body moved like a phantom, instantly appearing at Wen Qingye’s side.
Wen Qingye’s vision blurred amidst a flurry of chaotic afterimages. But relying on his experience and keen sight, he immediately gathered all his Primordial Qi and threw a punch.
BANG!
A violent explosion rang out as a shockwave of Primordial Qi spread in all directions.
The two traded blows in mid-air, fist against fist, palm against palm, sending blasts of Primordial Qi shooting out. The experts from Kaiyang City who were watching were secretly astonished. The Primordial Qi of these two was so dense, and neither gave an inch.
BOOM!
Wen Qingye threw a devastating punch, but Yao Chijian dodged. The punch struck a Yao Family pavilion, which collapsed entirely, turning into a pile of rubble.
Yao Chijian slapped a palm down on a rooftop. Tiles flew everywhere as the entire building was instantly leveled.
All the experts present gasped in shock as they watched the two fight.
It was one thing for Yao Chijian to be so strong, but how could Wen Qingye fight him head-on without being at a disadvantage? Just what was the reason for this?
