Free Web NovelChapter 162: Chapter 161: 1 vs. 10
"Kid, you’re arrogant! I’ll teach you a lesson!" freēwēbnovel.com
An Inner Courtyard student could no longer hold back. His cultivation was at the peak of the Refining Spirit First Layer Heaven. Aside from a select few, his cultivation was the highest among those present.
"Blood Silence Eight Desolates!"
The Inner Courtyard student leaped high into the air, his fierce and domineering aura instantly surging to its peak. A bloody curtain seemed to materialize before him as he thrust his palm toward Wen Qingye. In an instant, the surrounding Primordial Qi condensed into a massive, blood-red Palm Seal.
Wen Qingye’s expression remained unchanged. He extended a finger, and a streak of dark light shot across the sky—ethereal, yet tyrannical!
"Oh, Immortal Heavens, What Resentment!"
One finger thrust out! The ruthlessness of the heavens! The fury of the heavens!
SWISH!
Wen Qingye’s finger directly shattered the blood-red Palm Seal. The Palm Seal dissolved into wisps of Primordial Qi that scattered into the air, and the Inner Courtyard student’s face changed.
"You want to teach me a lesson with this pathetic level of strength?" Wen Qingye laughed heartily, then took several steps through the air and sent a punch flying toward the Inner Courtyard student.
BANG!
There were no fancy moves, just a direct clash of fists. The Inner Courtyard student was sent flying.
"Hahahaha, who else? Come at me together!"
Wen Qingye felt his body growing hotter and hotter, and he couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
"Let’s get him together!"
"I don’t believe so many of us can’t beat him alone!"
"He’s too arrogant! He’s just a newcomer!"
Wen Qingye drew his sword. Instead of retreating from the charging crowd, he advanced, his aura growing even more powerful.
"Hah!"
Wen Qingye raised his sword for a level slash. One Thought Sword pulsed with a dazzling, brilliant red Sword Aura.
"Four Symbols Sword Technique First Form! Huo Changxiong!"
Several people saw Wen Qingye’s Sword Qi coming at them and hastily retreated. Although they had been shouting fiercely, none dared to receive his sharp and peerless Sword Qi head-on.
Seeing them all retreat, Wen Qingye felt as if he had punched a wad of cotton. He took a step forward, and his sword swept out horizontally once more.
"We can’t retreat anymore! Let’s go!"
"Right, no more retreating!"
Gritting their teeth, everyone slowed their retreat.
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BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Billows of Primordial Qi danced in the air, as beautiful and captivating as brilliant fireworks.
"Hahaha, exhilarating! Again!"
Wen Qingye laughed with heroic spirit, swinging his sword again and again, completely ignoring the minor cuts on his body.
Above the Flame Spirit Pool, Wen Qingye fought dozens of senior Inner Courtyard students by himself with a single sword, and not one of them could obtain the Flame Spirit Gold Water.
Everyone watched Wen Qingye as he fought relentlessly. His clothes were now torn, his disheveled hair danced in the wind, and the web of his sword hand was slightly red and trembling, but his eyes were bright and full of spirit, radiating an endless will to fight.
The wind howled! The only sound over the Flame Spirit Pool was Wen Qingye’s heavy panting.
"I never thought Wen Qingye had such a tyrannical side to him," Ren Hua remarked with a sigh, watching Wen Qingye’s imposing figure. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
A crazed battle lust flickered in Guu Lei’s eyes. "I don’t want to say anything more. I just want to draw my sword."
Tang Long and the others watched Wen Qingye with excitement. They had once seen Wen Qingye as a being to look up to, someone lofty and unattainable, but now, he seemed so close.
Wen Qingye’s blood could not only make his own boil, but it could make others’ boil too!
"Again!"
Wen Qingye felt the vigorous Primordial Qi surging within him. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he could break through again. He couldn’t help but grip his sword and look toward the crowd.
The crowd looked at Wen Qingye, whose will to fight was soaring. Even though the sword in his hand remained still, they could seemingly feel its bone-chilling sharpness. They couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath.
’Is he trying to seize the Flame Spirit Gold Water, or is he just using us as sparring partners?’ a thought couldn’t help but surface in the minds of the Inner Courtyard students.
WHOOSH!
Just then, a figure dashed swiftly toward the center of the Flame Spirit Pool.
Only a select few present possessed such speed. Yann Chuxue was standing not far away, watching coldly. Wang Jie was seriously injured and mediating to recover. That only left Shen Yanxing.
Wen Qingye’s sword-wielding right hand swung abruptly, sending a massive wave of Sword Qi hurtling toward Shen Yanxing’s figure.
Shen Yanxing hadn’t expected Wen Qingye to react so quickly. Seeing the Sword Qi rushing toward him, he immediately stopped, bent his arm slightly, and a faint black light seeped from his hand.
"Mingfeng Fist!"
Shen Yanxing shattered Wen Qingye’s casual sword strike with a single punch. Then, raising an eyebrow, he looked at Wen Qingye and said, "What? Are you going to stop me?"
"I’ve said it before. If you want this Flame Spirit Gold Water, fine. Defeat me, and it’s yours," Wen Qingye said faintly.
When Shen Yanxing thought of the strength Wen Qingye had just displayed, he couldn’t help but shout, "Wen Qingye, don’t forget, you promised me..."
"Which is why you still have one drop of Flame Spirit Gold Water, don’t you?" Wen Qingye said with a smile.
"You!" Shen Yanxing was momentarily speechless, his face sinking.
Shen Yanxing suddenly shouted to the surrounding crowd, "Let’s attack together! I refuse to believe Wen Qingye is so strong he can block all of us!"
Seeing that Shen Yanxing was willing to take the lead, everyone nodded enthusiastically, their eyes turning to Wen Qingye.
This time they had a leader. One by one, they stared at Wen Qingye like hungry tigers, as if looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"That Shen Yanxing! He’s really playing his cards right," Ren Hua said grimly, watching Shen Yanxing incite the crowd.
"This might be a good thing," Guu Lei said instead, his voice clear as he watched Wen Qingye.
Yann Chuxue’s eyes were as calm as water. Her brow furrowed slightly, but in the end, she simply stood watching from a distance, cradling her sword.
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"I told you before, you should all come at me at once!"
Wen Qingye took several quick steps through the air, charging toward the crowd.
Seeing Wen Qingye charge at them, the crowd fell into a brief commotion. No one had expected him to dare to strike first under the watchful eyes of so many.
"Four Symbols Sword Technique, Second Form! Heaven Burning Fire!"
Wen Qingye gripped the hilt with both hands. The raging flames reflected on his face, flickering with a strange light.
"Five Tigers Beheading Fist!"
"Separation and Reunion Sword!"
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Even though Wen Qingye had broken through to the Ninth Heaven of Refining Essence, how could he possibly handle so many people? Wen Qingye felt his body tremble. A sweet taste filled his mouth, and he spat out a spray of blood.
"Mingfeng Fist!"
In the blink of an eye, Shen Yanxing charged in from the side. His Fist Force, carrying a violent Gang Wind, struck mercilessly toward Wen Qingye.
A trace of fanaticism and excitement flashed through Shen Yanxing’s eyes.
The others were secretly overjoyed. Wen Qingye was at his weakest moment. Wouldn’t a sneak attack now be a sure thing?
"Celestial Star’s Descent!"
But they had underestimated Wen Qingye. He suddenly threw a punch, carrying with it a supreme might, as starlight bloomed in a hazy, brilliant display.
BOOM!
Shen Yanxing’s fist met Wen Qingye’s directly. This was his first time clashing head-on with Wen Qingye, and he instantly felt as if his arm was about to explode. His body shot backward at high speed.
Wen Qingye steadied himself and took a deep breath. He felt as if his entire body was on fire. The Primordial Qi within him was boiling, surging wildly.
