Chapter 242: Chapter 241: Each With Their Own Thoughts
Zhou Yuling met Wen Qingye’s palm with one of her own. Her body trembled as a shockwave of Primordial Qi blasted outward. She staggered back several steps, gritted her teeth, and snarled, "Wen Qingye, you’ll die of exhaustion sooner or later! Why bother struggling?"
Wen Qingye stood tall, a nonchalant smile on his face. "Aren’t all of you just after this Exotic Treasure? Why the sanctimonious act? It’s a shame there’s only one."
Hearing Wen Qingye’s words, the crowd realized he was right. Weren’t they all here for the Exotic Treasure? And what would happen after Wen Qingye was brutally killed? At this thought, they all began to secretly guard against one another.
Just then, Lin Zijun flipped through the air and appeared behind Wen Qingye, thrusting a palm strike toward the center of his back. The attack carried the force of a thunderbolt, its power astonishing.
Everyone’s hearts leaped into their throats.
"Watch out!" Yann Chuxue couldn’t help but scream.
And at that very moment, Bi Xia also charged in, once again blasting his Three-Layered Wave Fist at Wen Qingye.
With his senses covering all directions, Wen Qingye naturally felt the fierce gust of wind at his back.
Wen Qingye suddenly erupted. His hands spun, gathering an unparalleled, tyrannical Primordial Qi, and then he snatched the charging Bi Xia’s arm. With a sharp tug backward, he retreated at high speed.
BANG!
Behind Wen Qingye, Lin Zijun’s palm and Bi Xia’s fist slammed into each other. As the palm strike connected with him, Bi Xia’s expression changed instantly. He let out a muffled grunt and spat out a mouthful of black blood.
"Poison..." Bi Xia screamed, his body collapsing as he fell.
SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
In moments, Bi Xia’s body shriveled up, slowly melting into a pool of blood. Only his empty clothes were left, floating in place.
Everyone’s faces paled in shock. They never expected Wen Qingye to so cleverly use his enemies’ strength against them. More importantly, they never could have imagined Bi Xia would die such a gruesome death.
"Wen Qingye, you’re vicious!" Lin Zijun pointed at Wen Qingye and berated him.
Wen Qingye tilted his head up and looked at Lin Zijun with cold eyes. "You were clearly the one who coated your palm with poison. Why blame me?"
Lin Zijun retorted, "If you hadn’t used his own momentum against him, would he have died so horribly?"
"Hmph, so what if you put it all on my tab?" A cold glint flashed in Wen Qingye’s eyes. He then lunged, grabbing for a person to his left. This man, from the Sang Country, had no time to react before Wen Qingye was upon him like a phantom.
With a slap, Wen Qingye sent a blade flying from the man’s hand. He followed up with another palm strike, this time aimed directly at the man’s skull.
CRACK!
His skull shattered, the man died instantly!
The crowd cried out in unison, their gazes on Wen Qingye a mixture of terror and fury.
.......
"This Wen Qingye is so ferocious! To think he’s from the Celestial Martial Country... It’s unbelievable."
"Incredible. Is there really no one who can stop Wen Qingye?"
"His notorious ferocity reminds me of that person from seven hundred years ago..."
Even the crowd outside the Thousand Rivers Secret Land felt a chill in their hearts as they watched Wen Qingye’s figure.
Wen Qingye looked at the crowd. Though his body was growing weary, the act of killing only made the ferocious light in his eyes burn brighter. His sword danced relentlessly, his power unstoppable. The ground was stained crimson, and countless corpses lay among the rubble—some decapitated, others with chests burst open and limbs severed.
The geniuses from the Sixteen Countries participating in this event—some of them were seasoned and ruthless individuals—but a battle this shocking was something they were witnessing for the first time in their lives.
The sword in Wen Qingye’s hand showed no mercy. With every rise and fall of the blade, with every flick of his wrist, someone was guaranteed to fall dead on the spot.
Even Lin Zijun and Wenren Xiao combined could barely manage to resist Wen Qingye. If their opponents’ moves were fierce, swift, and vicious, Wen Qingye’s Swordsmanship would be even fiercer, swifter, and more vicious.
Even though they had all seen bloodshed and killing before, they were completely stunned by Wen Qingye’s sheer power.
Wen Qingye stood tall amidst the crowd, covered in blood—some from his enemies, some his own. For a moment, everyone felt the urge to retreat. Wen Qingye was so ferocious that even if they managed to kill him, the Exotic Treasure wouldn’t necessarily be theirs. ’Why suffer for nothing?’ they thought.
Caught in the crowd, Lin Zijun saw their attacks falter and inwardly cursed. ’This is bad. If Wen Qingye gets a chance to recover, it’s over.’
Instantly, Lin Zijun slipped through the ranks and dashed toward an opening in Wen Qingye’s defense.
Wen Qingye fought without a shred of restraint, unleashing his full power. Yet, he remained attentive to his surroundings, his focus sharp and his mind perfectly calm.
He sensed Lin Zijun slinking toward him. With a sudden swing of his Fast Sword, a bloody light flashed across the waists of three men in front of him. Their faces went pale as they hastily retreated.
Wen Qingye raised his sword, its blade glowing with a brilliant, cyan light!
"Four Symbols Sword Technique, Third Stance! Feng Buliu!"
The One Thought Sword pulsed, unleashing a cyan Sword Aura. The Sword Qi shot out horizontally, a continuous wave stretching for dozens of feet.
Lin Zijun never expected Wen Qingye to react so quickly. She was caught flustered and scrambled to raise her arm to block the Sword Qi. But she had either overestimated herself or underestimated Wen Qingye.
PSHHHT!
The crowd watched as Wen Qingye’s Sword Qi sliced through Lin Zijun, splitting her body in two. Her life was extinguished on the spot, all traces of her aura gone.
’Lin Zijun is dead, too?’
Witnessing this, many felt their courage shatter, a bone-deep chill seizing their hearts.
A ferocious light blazed in Wen Qingye’s eyes. His sword stabbed out again and again. Several screams echoed in the air as, in the blink of an eye, another five people fell at his feet. But Wen Qingye had also taken a hit—a Qi Aura had struck him in the chest and abdomen, and his blood stained the earth.
Wenren Xiao saw that Wen Qingye was injured, yet was only fighting with greater ferocity. He grew extremely anxious.
"So many of you have died fighting for the Exotic Treasure, but there’s only one! Will it really end up with you? Why throw away your lives for a treasure that will never be yours?" Yann Chuxue shouted from a distance, her voice booming as she focused her energy in her Dantian.
Yann Chuxue’s words struck them like a clap of thunder, ringing in their ears.
As they looked at the vast pools of blood around them, the fanaticism in their eyes gradually faded, and they slowly began to calm down.
Initially, they had all believed themselves to be blessed with extraordinary talent, the chosen children of the heavens. Arrogant and proud, they felt the Exotic Treasure was theirs for the taking. Even if their strength wasn’t the greatest, they thought they could fish in troubled waters and get lucky. But Yann Chuxue’s words had instantly woken them up.
A shiver ran through Zhou Yuling’s Heart Spirit. ’Even if we kill Wen Qingye, with my cultivation, it’s impossible to snatch the Exotic Treasure from Wenren Xiao. Besides, Wenren Xiao is a tyrant. If Wen Qingye dies, what will become of my Lan Country?’
The crowd couldn’t help but fall into contemplation, their gazes starting to drift.
’That’s right. There’s only one Exotic Treasure. With so many experts here, what makes me think I’m the one who can claim it?’
But as they looked at the blood-soaked yet proudly standing Wen Qingye, they all felt a sense of unwillingness.
Wenren Xiao took all of this in and cursed inwardly.
