Chapter 240: Chapter 239: Yama Hall
Wen Qingye turned to face Wenren Xiao, his heart surging with boundless killing intent.
"Wenren Xiao, it’s your turn!"
At the sight of Wen Qingye, fear began to creep into the hearts of the crowd.
With a single wave of his hand, three peerless geniuses had fallen. Many hadn’t even seen how he drew his sword. His power was simply too immense.
Those three had all been geniuses of the Refining Spirit Seventh Layer Heaven, yet they couldn’t withstand a single one of his strikes.
Wenren Xiao’s brow furrowed, and his breathing became uneven. "Fine. I’ll be the one to test you!"
As soon as he spoke, Wenren Xiao stomped his right foot on the ground.
BOOM!
The crowd felt the ground tremble and the mountains sway, as if the earth itself were splitting apart.
Wenren Xiao’s power was indeed extraordinary, far surpassing that of Tong Tian, Luo Xue, and the Seventh Young Master. A dense, substantial wave of Primordial Qi surged from the ground. Even from a distance, the onlookers felt a wave of dizziness wash over them.
Wen Qingye stomped his foot as well, and his own Primordial Qi began to spread across the ground.
CRACK!
Where their forces collided, dust billowed into the air. The ground was squeezed apart, forming a trench dozens of feet long.
"So powerful! How has Wen Qingye’s strength improved this much?"
"Their power is beyond what any ordinary genius could hope to match. They’re just too strong. We’re nothing but background characters here."
"So this is the life-and-death struggle between the absolute top geniuses of the Sixteen Countries?"
The crowd stared up at the two locked in fierce combat, a sense of despondency settling in their hearts. ’Is this the gap between us?’
BOOM!
Their Fist Forces collided, and Wenren Xiao felt as if the impact would shatter his arm.
The crowd could only see a blur as the two exchanged blows, the air thrumming with the sound of raging Primordial Qi. They couldn’t make out their figures at all.
’His power is incredible!’ Wenren Xiao felt his heart about to pound out of his chest as a suffocating sensation spread through his entire body.
BANG!
They traded another punch, and Wenren Xiao was forced back several steps.
’I can’t drag this out.’ Sensing several cold glints in the surroundings, the thought flashed through Wen Qingye’s mind.
His eyes turned cold as his hands began to form a bizarre Seal Technique, his fingers twisting through a rapid succession of signs.
"Undying Seal Technique, Third Form! Judgment of Yin and Yang in Yama Hall!"
A tremendous roar erupted behind Wen Qingye. A colossal, phantom-like image began to materialize, a grim and menacing aura spreading from it. A vast, boundless hall seemed to manifest behind him.
The hall was shrouded in a grim and solemn aura, as if it stood at the very peak of the heavens, blotting out the entire sky.
This was Yama Hall!
The place where life and death are judged.
Right from the start, Wen Qingye had been clean and decisive, immediately unleashing a killing blow!
"That Martial Art again! What in the world is it?"
"Such a terrifying aura, such a profound presence..."
"Quick, spread out! Now!"
Wen Qingye’s hands formed the Undying Seal, and then he thrust the Seal Technique violently toward Wenren Xiao.
Wenren Xiao watched the Undying Seal Technique charge at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of shock and terror. A moment later, he reacted, gritting his teeth. His palms suddenly lit up, reflecting each other as they pulsed with a bizarre light to meet the incoming attack.
Wenren Xiao’s control over Primordial Qi was so fine it was like an extension of his own limbs. But compared to Wen Qingye, he was more than just a little lacking.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Wenren Xiao’s body was sent flying like a paper doll, a spray of blood arcing through the air.
BANG!
Wenren Xiao’s body slammed heavily into the city wall. A large section of the wall crumbled, sending rubble and a thick cloud of dust everywhere.
After some time, Wenren Xiao slowly crawled out from the rubble, his entire body soaked in blood.
Gone was Wenren Xiao’s nonchalant, smiling demeanor. His head was caked with blood and grime as he stared at Wen Qingye, forcing out the words, "Wen... Qingye... You’re... good..."
Wenren Xiao struggled to his feet, his gaze sweeping over the others from the Yuqi Kingdom and figures like Lin Zijun.
He said slowly, "If we don’t join forces now, none of us will be able to stand against him."
Lin Zijun’s expression darkened. He looked toward the people from the other countries, but they all remained silent.
"Don’t forget," Wenren Xiao continued, "Wen Qingye still has the Exotic Treasure."
Exotic Treasure!
At his words, everyone’s eyes lit up, their hearts burning with a feverish greed.
Wen Qingye’s eyes were cold as he silently watched Wenren Xiao make his appeal.
"If we all attack together, you’re telling me we can’t handle one Wen Qingye?"
"Exactly! I refuse to believe one man can stop all of us!"
"For the sake of the Exotic Treasure, we can’t let him leave here alive!"
In an instant, the crowd closed in again, their eyes blazing with monstrous killing intent.
Wen Qingye stood ramrod straight, his eyes sweeping over the crowd. "All of you here are from the Sixteen Countries. For the Exotic Treasure, you ganged up on and killed Brother Guann. Today, you gang up on me for the same reason. From this moment on, all grudges between our countries are irrelevant. No matter who you are, my killing you will not be an act of ingratitude, and you killing me will not be a betrayal of trust. Today, this is purely a personal matter between us."
Everyone who heard this felt a chill. The area fell silent for a moment. ’Disregard the grudges between countries? Who here even cares about the Celestial Martial Country?’
A moment later, the thought of the Exotic Treasure made their eyes turn bloodshot, and they all closed in on him.
Aside from Wenren Xiao, Zhou Yuling, and Lin Zijun, there were several other masters at the Refining Spirit Sixth Layer Heaven. They each took up a position, their combined auras pressing down on him.
Although only people from twelve countries remained, a quick glance revealed there were still seventy to eighty of them.
And it wasn’t just them. Even Wen Tongyu’s gaze was shifty as he hid in a corner, sealing off Wen Qingye’s last path of retreat.
Wen Qingye looked at the crowd and boomed, "Who’s first? Or are you all coming at once?"
Remembering the awe-inspiring might Wen Qingye had just displayed, no one dared to be the first to step forward. Their feet seemed rooted to the spot in cowardice.
"Hahaha! If you won’t come to me, then I’ll come to you!"
As he finished speaking, Wen Qingye shot forward using his Body Technique. With a flash of his sword, blood sprayed through the air. The two people from the Yuqi Kingdom closest to him—both at the Refining Spirit Fourth Layer—died on the spot.
"People of the Snow Country, group up! Don’t let Wen Qingye get the upper hand!" The one who shouted was Jianng Yun, the other high-level expert from the Snow Country besides Luo Xue.
"Then let me see what the people of Snow Country are made of!"
Wen Qingye roared and swung his sword. The blade danced through the air, its light seeming gentle, yet it contained immense Primordial Qi. It struck a massive boulder nearby, sending it hurtling directly at Jianng Yun.
Seeing the massive rock hurtling toward him, Jianng Yun dared not show the slightest negligence. He thrust out both palms with a force that seemed capable of toppling mountains and overturning seas.
WHAM!
With a loud bang, the boulder shattered into countless fragments that filled the sky. Jianng Yun stumbled back several steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Brother Yun!"
"Brother Yun, are you okay!"
Seeing Jianng Yun grievously wounded by Wen Qingye in a single exchange, the other members of the Snow Country contingent rushed forward in alarm. This alone showed that Jianng Yun’s prestige in the Snow Country far surpassed Luo Xue’s.
"I’m fine," Jianng Yun said slowly, taking a deep breath. "Just cover for me."
Hearing this, they all turned to watch Wen Qingye nervously from the sidelines, their eyes filled with profound dread.
