Chapter 241: Chapter 240: A Match for a Host of Heroes
Wen Qingye’s sword fell, and a brilliant Sword Aura shot out once more. This time, however, it was aimed at the people from Snow Country. Just as Wen Qingye was about to get up and charge toward Jiang Yun, a fierce gale surged from behind him, carrying a domineering and potent Primordial Qi.
Wen Qingye didn’t dare to be careless. He hastily withdrew his sword, spun around, and met the attack with a palm strike of his own.
As their palms collided, Wen Qingye’s focus sharpened, his gaze fixed on the person before him.
’Someone from Sang Country?’
Wen Qingye could clearly sense that this person was an expert at the Peak of Refining Spirit Sixth Layer Heaven. He immediately swung his palm out again.
The man from Sang Country knew he was no match for Wen Qingye. Seeing the advancing Palm Seal, he didn’t dare to be careless, hastily extending both his palms in an attempt to block the strike head-on.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
A rapid series of sounds rang in the crowd’s ears. They saw the man from Sang Country get sent flying, crashing heavily against the city wall and creating a spiderweb of cracks upon impact.
Meanwhile, the people from Snow Country had joined forces to block Wen Qingye’s Sword Qi, which gradually dissipated into the air.
"Bi Xia of Gaotang Country!"
A man charged out from the left, throwing a punch. His right fist followed swiftly, and as his left fist retracted, its power was added to his right fist’s force.
This three-punch combination was like three successive waves, each pushing the one before it, their combined force striking as one. It was more than three times stronger than the Fist Force of a single punch.
"Duan Feng of Chil Kingdom!"
At the same time, another man with delicate features charged from the right. The short sword in his hand was like a cold, venomous snake flicking its tongue as it stabbed swiftly toward Wen Qingye’s chest and throat.
The two attacked with vicious ruthlessness, their coordination perfect as they cut off all of Wen Qingye’s escape routes.
"Wen Qingye, today you die!" Seeing that Wen Qingye was caught in a bitter fight, Wenren Xiao also leaped forward and charged.
"If you want to kill me, then by all means, come and try!" Wen Qingye roared with laughter.
Then, Lin Zijun and experts from several surrounding countries all charged toward Wen Qingye, and the battle instantly became a chaotic melee.
Facing the crowd that surrounded him, Wen Qingye’s eyes remained unnervingly calm.
With a wave of his hand, Wen Qingye sent a powerful Palm Seal to meet Duan Feng of Chil Kingdom. In an instant, two streams of Fist Force collided violently, forcing some onlookers to retreat four or five steps.
Bi Xia felt a tremor run up his arm. Realizing how incredibly formidable Wen Qingye was, he immediately beat a hasty retreat.
At that exact moment, a cold glint of light pierced the air, slicing toward Wen Qingye’s throat. It was only half an arm’s length away.
Seeing this, the attackers were overjoyed.
’Is Wen Qingye about to die?’
"SHNK!"
Wen Qingye opened his mouth and bit down hard on the vicious short sword. Blood immediately began to trickle down from the corners of his lips.
"Let go!"
Wen Qingye threw a swift punch, the immense force behind it generating a low hum. Caught completely off guard, Duan Feng was sent flying dozens of feet. He rolled on the ground for a moment before lying still, unable to rise.
Now, everyone was facing a life-or-death struggle; no one had the luxury of worrying about anyone else. It was as if Wen Qingye had awoken their savage nature. With bloodshot eyes, they charged at him with reckless abandon.
’Even though I’m a veteran of countless battles,’ Wen Qingye thought as he watched them charge, ’a fight this perilous is still a rarity in this life.’
The sword in Wen Qingye’s hand moved in a continuous flurry, creating an impenetrable defense that kept everyone at bay.
Since birth, Wen Tongyu had been showered with praise and admiration. His cultivation resources and guidance were the best of the best. After entering the Purple Sun Prefecture, he was like a fish in water, his cultivation speed so astonishingly fast it was hard to fathom.
He had thought he would shine brightly in the Secret Land of the Sixteen Countries, displaying his extraordinary talent and basking in the crowd’s adoring gazes and cheers.
But now, watching Wen Qingye battle the experts from all those countries—the speed of his attacks, the weight of his blows; fast, precise, vicious, and merciless—it was the first time in his life he had witnessed such brutality. His face turned deathly pale and his heart pounded erratically in his chest. He was rendered speechless, let alone able to step forward and face Wen Qingye himself.
Just then, Lin Zijun charged forward. With a wave of her arm, she seemed to transform her body’s entire force into a gentle breeze. Graceful and boundless, this breeze drifted softly toward Wen Qingye.
This was none other than Sang Country’s Ninth-Grade Martial Arts, the Clear Wind Sleeve!
The technique involved continuously gathering one’s Primordial Qi into the sleeves and then unleashing it. Its power was unfathomable, a mixture of illusion and reality. An unwary person would be instantly blown away by the force, reduced to nothing.
Seeing the gentle breeze approach, Wen Qingye knew it was far from simple. He laughed heartily, "Sang Country’s Ninth-Grade Martial Arts, the Clear Wind Sleeve. Truly impressive!"
After speaking, Wen Qingye viciously slashed at the breeze with his One Thought Sword.
"The Sword-Driving Skill!?"
Seeing what Wen Qingye did with his sword, the crowd was utterly horrified, staring at him with wide eyes and gaping mouths.
Imbued with Wen Qingye’s dense Primordial Qi, the One Thought Sword radiated a dazzling light. Lin Zijun swung her sleeve once more, concentrating her power into a seemingly formidable attack.
Suddenly, the One Thought Sword zipped through the air with a series of tearing sounds. The crowd looked up to see what appeared to be dozens of pink butterflies fluttering in the sky.
Startled, everyone stared intently. They realized the "butterflies" were the shredded remnants of Lin Zijun’s sleeves. Her fair, jade-like arms were now exposed—snowy-white and translucent, with a hint of rosy pink.
Wen Qingye’s single sword strike had shredded her sleeves to pieces. Without her sleeves, how could she possibly summon the Clear Wind?
Lin Zijun’s expression was ugly. She hadn’t expected her Ninth-Grade Martial Arts to be unable to withstand the power of a single one of Wen Qingye’s sword strikes. On top of that, she had been thoroughly humiliated.
Wen Qingye extended his hand, caught the One Thought Sword, and used it to block the blade of an expert from Lanyu Country.
The expert from Lanyu Country, whose cultivation was at the Peak of Refining Spirit Sixth Layer Heaven, was forced to retreat by the block. He frowned and shouted, "Wen Qingye, that Exotic Treasure belongs to my Lanyu Country! It’s time you returned it to its rightful owner!"
Wen Qingye looked at the man and burst out laughing. "Hahahaha..."
"What are you laughing at, Wen Qingye? Do you intend to claim the treasure of my Lanyu Country as your own?" The expressions of the other people from Lanyu Country changed as they stared at him.
"If you want the Exotic Treasure, come and take it," Wen Qingye said slowly, his smile vanishing.
"How dare you, Wen Qingye!" The leader of the Lanyu Country group flushed red with anger and strode toward him.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The light from their clashing swords danced in the air, flashing like sparks.
THUD!
The leader of the Lanyu Country group was sent flying backward, his sword knocked from his hand.
"What brilliant Swordsmanship!"
"His Swordsmanship... it’s too incredible!"
"Wen Qingye’s Swordsmanship has reached the level of Divine Communication! Everyone, be careful!"
Wenren Xiao and several others quickly surrounded Wen Qingye. The air filled with the glint of blades and the surge of Primordial Qi. In the blink of an eye, a new gash appeared on Wen Qingye’s body, but four more corpses now lay on the ground.
