Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Chapter 68: Chapter 67: Fierce Battle

’This kid... his Swordsmanship is profound,’ the leader of Black Cloud Mountain thought, frowning.

"Torrential Rain’s Execution!"

Zhao Hao knew he couldn’t just wait to be killed. The sword in his hand moved rapidly, its light dancing like a downpour from the heavens as sharp Sword Qi spread out.

The leader of Black Cloud Mountain saw this and sidestepped forward, dodging the brunt of the Sword Qi and striking directly at Zhao Hao’s shoulder with his palm.

"Good!"

Zhao Hao’s sword suddenly twisted, the blade aiming straight for the leader’s throat. If the leader’s palm landed on Zhao Hao’s shoulder, then the leader himself would not escape unscathed.

The leader of Black Cloud Mountain obviously wasn’t going to trade his life for Zhao Hao’s. He retreated, hastily moving out of the range of Zhao Hao’s sword.

"Torrential Rain’s Downpour!"

At that moment, Zhao Mei’s eyes lit up. She unleashed a peerlessly sharp strike, her sword flashing as it lunged directly toward the leader of Black Cloud Mountain.

"Careful!"

Wen Qingye hadn’t expected Zhao Mei to charge forward and couldn’t help but cry out.

But it was too late. A glint flashed in the leader’s eyes as his palm turned pitch-black. Then, a blast of black Palm Qi erupted from it.

PUFF!

Zhao Mei was caught off guard and hit directly by the Palm Qi. She cried out in alarm and stumbled backward.

Just then, the leader of Black Cloud Mountain felt a chill run through him. He retreated several steps as a sword, white as moonlight, flashed across his chest, slicing open a large gash.

RIP!

Wen Qingye, seeing his attack hadn’t been decisive, quickly retreated to avoid the leader’s counter.

"Little Mei, are you okay?" Zhao Xia said, rushing to support Zhao Mei.

Zhao Mei’s face had turned a purplish-blue, and her lips were trembling uncontrollably. She said softly, "Sis, why do I feel so cold? Am I... am I going to die?"

Tears welled in Zhao Xia’s eyes. "What nonsense are you talking about? Don’t say that!"

"Here," Wen Qingye said, taking out a pill. "I have an Antitoxic Pill. Have her take it. It won’t cure the poison, but it can delay its onset."

Zhao Xia quickly fed the pill into Zhao Mei’s mouth. She watched her sister without blinking, and Zhao Mei finally seemed to feel a little better.

Zhao Xia laid Zhao Mei on the ground, then turned to face the leader of Black Cloud Mountain.

The leader of Black Cloud Mountain looked at the bloodstain on his chest. The blood flowing out wasn’t red, but red tinged with black, which looked rather strange. He touched the blood with his finger, then began to suck it.

The leader of Black Cloud Mountain stared coldly at Wen Qingye, his tone icy. "Kid, you dare to wound me? I’m going to tear you to shreds."

WHOOSH!

The leader lunged forward, his speed like a gale. Wen Qingye knew he was no match for him and immediately raised his sword defensively as he retreated with all his might.

"Torrential Rain’s Flood!"

Zhao Hao stepped forward, his sword transforming into a sky full of sword shadows that continuously attacked the leader of Black Cloud Mountain.

BOOM!

The leader of Black Cloud Mountain thrust his palm forward, and a dense black Primordial Qi spread out, directly shattering Zhao Hao’s sword shadows.

"Spiritual Snake Devouring!"

Zhao Xia’s Purple Whip also shot forward. The whip cracked with a SWISH SWISH, gathering a sharp edge as it transformed into a giant purple python and lunged.

"Heart Shattering Palm!"

The leader of Black Cloud Mountain sneered. A thread of turquoise Powerful Qi shot from his palm toward Zhao Xia, knocking her purple iron whip aside with a single strike.

’Not good.’

Wen Qingye’s feet danced forward, and he rushed toward the leader like a nimble butterfly.

"Bright Moon in the Sky!"

The leader saw a flash of light from the side. Several streams of moon-colored Sword Qi gathered, forming what looked like a bright moon rushing toward him. He immediately changed his palm technique and struck at Wen Qingye.

BANG! BANG!

Wen Qingye felt a violent tremor in his sword hand. If not for his immense willpower, he probably would have dropped his sword.

Only a single thought dominated Wen Qingye’s mind: ’Don’t drop the sword!’

WAH!

Wen Qingye spat out a mouthful of blood and felt much better.

The leader of Black Cloud Mountain looked at Wen Qingye and sneered, "Kid, your Swordsmanship is truly impressive, but your cultivation is far too low. That is your fatal weakness."

"Flying Eagle Strike!"

The leader leaped, his entire body like a giant eagle spreading its wings to take flight. His hands transformed into the talons of a goshawk—fierce, powerful, and immense.

"Be careful!" Zhao Xia cried out, her heart leaping into her throat. freeweɓnovel.cøm

WHOOSH!

Knowing he was no match for the attack, Wen Qingye’s footwork changed. He moved like a butterfly flitting through a forest—free and nimble.

BANG!

The leader’s strike hit a massive boulder behind Wen Qingye. The boulder, so large it would take three people to encircle it, was instantly shattered by the blow, its fragments flying in all directions.

Seeing that his move had missed, the leader gave a small, cold smile. "Kid, you like to run, do you? I’ll let you run."

"Bone-Transforming Hand!"

The leader’s palm suddenly sucked in, drawing vast amounts of the surrounding Primordial Qi into it. His hand seemed to be covered in a layer of ripples, like the surface of water.

"Go!"

The leader abruptly struck out with his palm toward Zhao Xia. The water-like Primordial Qi surged forward, carrying with it a soft yet vicious quality.

Wen Qingye’s heart skipped a beat. ’He knew this poison palm technique the leader was cultivating had to be at least a Sixth-Grade Martial Arts. On top of that, with the poison now coursing through the leader’s own body, the power of this Martial Arts technique was enhanced by another thirty percent. Zhao Xia definitely can’t block the force of this palm strike!’

Zhao Xia gritted her teeth, her wrist constantly flicking. Streams of Primordial Qi surged forward, trying to block the Bone-Transforming Hand.

But Zhao Xia’s cultivation was only at the Refining Essence Fourth Layer Heaven. How could she possibly block the leader, whose cultivation was at the Sixth Level of Refining Essence? The water-like Bone-Transforming Hand directly devoured her Whip Qi.

’Am I going to die?’

Zhao Xia watched the approaching ripples, a trace of despair in her eyes.

"Bright Moon Lament!"

At that very moment, a figure shot in front of Zhao Xia. A flash of white light, like a bolt of silk, streaked past, and a towering white Sword Qi struck directly at the water-like Bone-Transforming Hand.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

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Zhao Hao’s eyes were bloodshot. His sword had long been ready, and his entire being seemed to merge with the Sword Body. This was the most powerful move of the Torrential Rain Sword Technique: Torrential Rain World!

Zhao Hao’s timing was impeccable. The speed of his sword was undeniable. The leader of Black Cloud Mountain had just used a technique and hadn’t yet regained his footing. Seeing Zhao Hao’s sword flying at him, he broke out in a cold sweat.

SHINK!

The leader was struck in the waist again. This strike went bone-deep. He rolled four or five times before collapsing on the ground.

Wen Qingye felt his bones go weak, and he fell backward, landing in something soft and fragrant.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Xia asked Wen Qingye, her voice filled with anxiety.

Wen Qingye quickly stood up and shook his head. "It’s nothing serious. Just a bit of poison gas entered my body. I’ll clear it out now."

As he spoke, the Primordial Qi in his body slowly spread out, directly forcing a thread of black poison gas out of him.