Chapter 650 - 659: Annihilating the Heaven-Burying Sect (7)

Yanm Yihai took a deep breath, his expression twisting as an icy chill radiated from him. "Wen Qingye," he said, "if you don’t give me an explanation today, you won’t escape even if you grow wings."

The next moment, a boundless killing intent bore down heavily upon Wen Qingye.

Wen Qingye’s smile vanished, his eyes flashing with a cold light that seemed to pierce one’s very soul.

His lips parted slightly as he said slowly, "Alright, enough with the nonsense. Yanm Yihai, Guann Qingping, and the experts from Taiyi Hall in the back, is it? Since you’re all here today, let me tell you something. Now that you’ve come, none of you will be leaving."

Guann Qingping’s eyes snapped open, his gaze fixed on Wen Qingye.

The next instant!

In that instant, the entire area seemed to plunge into an extreme, bone-chilling cold. Everyone felt as if their very hearts were freezing over, as if the ice of the Nine Netherworld itself was about to pierce through everything.

It was like being thrown into an ice cellar, encased in solid ice—a shudder that came not from the cold, but from deep within their souls.

This was especially true for Yanm Yihai and Guann Qingping. They stared at Wen Qingye, their eyes filled with utter disbelief.

’How could this Wen Qingye possess such a terrifying aura? Such an ice-cold gaze?’

Yanm Yihai’s brow furrowed, his eyes glinting with a cold light. His killing intent seemed to solidify, becoming almost tangible. The surrounding crowd, including the disciples of the Heaven-Burying Sect, couldn’t help but shudder and turn their eyes toward Yanm Yihai.

"Wen Qingye, it seems I cannot let you live today."

As Yanm Yihai spoke, he raised his palm slightly. Surging Primordial Qi flooded toward it like a tidal wave.

Sima Feng’s eyes reddened as he roared to Wen Qingye, "Qingye, you all fall back! I’ll hold him off! We have to save who we can!"

With an Elder of the Yu Generation making a move, Sima Feng knew their chances of escaping unscathed were practically zero. He felt he had no other choice.

Seeing Sima Feng’s resolve, Tu Bai seemed to realize something and cried out in alarm, "Madman, what are you doing?"

Sima Feng glanced back at Wen Qingye and Tu Bai, a tragic smile on his face. Then, he turned to face Yanm Yihai, his expression fearless.

But the next moment, a hand grabbed his arm. Sima Feng turned to see it was Wen Qingye.

Wen Qingye’s head was bowed, and he seemed to be muttering to himself.

"Little Python, it’s up to you!"

The next moment!

A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar echoed through the clouds and shook the highest heavens. The sound struck everyone’s heart like a massive hammer.

ROAR!

Then, to everyone’s utter shock, a blue figure shot out from Wen Qingye’s palm and soared into the air. The figure coiled and writhed, growing so large that it blotted out the sky and the dazzling sun.

Illuminated by the sun, the figure’s true form was finally revealed. Its body was immense, a full hundred zhang long. Four massive claws glinted menacingly. Its enormous Flood Dragon head swayed, topped with two deer-like antlers. Sharp fangs were on full display, and two long whiskers drifted in the air. Its body was covered in blue Dragon Scales that looked as if they were inlaid into its flesh.

"M-my heavens, is that a dragon?"

"This... could it be the legendary Flood Dragon?"

"A Flood Dragon! That’s an Exotic Beast that hasn’t been seen in the Eastern Profound Domain for ages!"

...

Everyone stared in horror at the Cold Ice Flood Dragon in the sky, their hearts trembling. When had any of them ever seen such a terrifying Demon Beast? It was a Flood Dragon! While still a far cry from a true dragon, it clearly possessed draconic features.

Yanm Yihai and Guann Qingping exchanged a look, both sucking in a sharp breath of cold air.

Yue Mingzhu, Sima Feng, and Tu Bai were also utterly shocked. They knew Wen Qingye had a python-like Demon Beast, but they had never imagined it would grow to such an incredible extent.

Wen Qingye looked at the members of Taiyi Pavilion and said coldly, "Today, none of you from Taiyi Pavilion will be leaving. You can all just stay here."

As Wen Qingye’s words faded, the Ice Python in the sky threw its head back and let out a great roar. The bone-chilling sound pierced the clouds. In the next moment, everyone felt a deep cold seep into their bodies, and they began to shiver uncontrollably.

The cultivation of such a terrifying Demon Beast was clearly not low, especially since it was a Flood Dragon. ’How would the people from Taiyi Pavilion deal with this?’ Everyone instinctively turned to look at Yanm Yihai.

"Wen Qingye, is this your final trump card?" Yanm Yihai suddenly sneered. "If so, then let me tell you—I’m afraid you’re all going to die here today."

Yanm Yihai’s smile vanished. He bellowed, "Qing Xing, Qing Yun, Qing Yue! The three of you, use your full power and kill Wen Qingye!"

"Yes!"

The trio behind him replied in unison, cupping their fists.

As soon as Yanm Yihai gave the order, the crowd erupted into hushed whispers, expressions of horror on every face.

Sima Feng’s brow tightened. He said in a low voice, "So it’s them—the Xing, Yun and Yue trio. I remember them. They were the ones who joined forces to annihilate the Divine Dragon Gang. All three of them were experts at the Life and Death Realm Fifth Layer. But that was three years ago. Now..."

As Sima Feng spoke, a bitter smile touched his lips.

Hearing Sima Feng, Tu Bai showed not a trace of fear. Instead, he laughed heartily. "What’s there to be afraid of? If just one of us three gets away and cultivates for another thirty years, you think we couldn’t come back and wipe out these old geezers?"

"Old geezer?" In the distance, Qing Yun’s expression turned frigid upon hearing Tu Bai. If there was one thing he hated most in his life, it was being called old.

Qing Yue looked at the three and gave a sinister grin. "Brother Yun, these three are all top-tier geniuses, especially that Wen Qingye. My human-skin mask collection is still missing a genius’s face to take center stage. Try not to ruin their faces."

Human-skin masks?!

Hearing Qing Yue’s words and seeing his savage expression, a chill ran through the crowd. The more timid among them couldn’t stop their teeth from chattering.

’It was always rumored that Qing Yue enjoyed killing people to make masks from their skin. To think the rumors were actually true.’

At that moment, Yanm Yihai and Guann Qingping exchanged a look and nodded. Then, with a burst of power, they both shot toward the Ice Python in the sky.

"I’ll deal with these two old men! You hold off the others!"

The Cold Ice Flood Dragon had just finished relaying this to Wen Qingye via the Spirit Communication Technique. In that same instant, the frigid aura extending dozens of zhang around its body was blasted apart by the two elders’ Primordial Qi, shattering into countless ice crystals that rained down on the ground.

It seethed with rage, and the icy Primordial Qi swirling around its body grew even denser.

Seeing this, Tian Youwei breathed a sudden sigh of relief. He shot a venomous glare at Wen Qingye. ’Brat, today is the day you die! You wanted to kill me? You should be praying for your own life now!’