Chapter 556 566: Sect Leader of the Heaven-Burying Sect

The voice was resolute and powerful.

Another Hall Master from the Heaven-Burying Sect bellowed coldly, "How arrogant! You're completely spent, a man at death's door. How dare you still spout such nonsense?"

HUMM! HUMM!

Suddenly, a soft humming sound echoed through the world, vibrating in everyone's hearts.

A gale suddenly erupted in the sky. It was a boundless wind, sweeping up sand and dust that was now mixed with the blood of the recently slain.

"Snow? Why is it snowing?" Zhang Bubai's brow furrowed slightly as he looked at the snowflake in his hand.

"Snow... It's snowing. What in the world is happening?"

Everyone watched as pristine white snowflakes drifted down from the sky. Their purity was so intense it seemed to pierce the soul, and an unconscious chill crept into everyone's hearts.

"Immortal Martial Arts!?" Ghost Child stared at Wen Qingye, whose eyes were closed, and cried out in alarm. "Only an Immortal Technique could create such a profound atmosphere!"

"What? Immortal Martial Arts?"

Ghost Child's cry was like a stone tossed into a calm lake, sending ripples of shock through the crowd. Everyone stared in stunned silence at Wen Qingye, who stood amidst the wind and snow with his eyes shut.

The wind howled as large, goose-feather snowflakes began to fall.

Freezing!

An ultimate, bone-chilling cold!

SHING!

The moment Wen Qingye's eyes opened, the One Thought Sword in his hand moved.

As it moved, the entire world of wind and snow seemed to move with it, glittering and translucent—a deadly, captivating beauty.

One Sword! Wind and Snow World!

The thirteen people before him saw only a flash of white light, and then nothing. It was as if all the Primordial Qi in front of them had been severed, and the very world grew dim.

THWIP THWIP THWIP THWIP THWIP...

The only thing anyone could hear was the soul-shaking sound of blades slicing through throats. The rhythm was bizarrely in sync, as if matching the beat of their own terrified hearts.

Then came the arcs of blood, spattering against the falling snow, creating what looked like beautiful, blooming lotuses of red.

THUD! THUD!

All thirteen of them dropped straight down, crashing into the rubble below. They lay paralyzed amidst the ruins, unable to move as blood poured from their bodies. In that same instant, their breathing and heartbeats ceased.

In the sky, the flurry of snow slowly dissipated. Sunlight once again pierced the clouds and shone upon the ground, making everything that had just happened feel like a dream.

All eyes in the world snapped toward the young man, his aura now unstable. All traces of youthfulness were gone, replaced by an endless, weary sorrow in his eyes. His features were as sharp as if carved by a knife, etched with the kind of marks only time could leave.

If not for the sight of Wen Qingye's heaving chest, everyone might have believed it was all just a dream.

Thirteen people, all slain!

The entire world fell silent.

The masters present all stopped fighting. None of them had imagined this would be the outcome. It was terrifying, and completely beyond their expectations.

They had thought the thirteen men could easily stall Wen Qingye, perhaps even kill him. Instead, Wen Qingye had slain all thirteen with a single sword art.

Countless experts exchanged glances, unable to stop themselves from drawing a sharp, silent breath. If news of this got out, it would undoubtedly cause a massive uproar.

Even with his meridians shattered and his potential supposedly gone, Wen Qingye hadn't died. On the contrary, he had only grown stronger—so strong it was terrifying.

"Luu Jing, kill Wen Qingye! Quickly!"

Ouyang couldn't stop himself from looking over at Luu Jing and roaring again.

"I know."

Luu Jing nodded grimly. His eyes locked onto Wen Qingye; this man now warranted his full attention.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Sword in hand, Luu Jing charged directly at Wen Qingye, closing the distance in the blink of an eye.

Wen Qingye had fought one battle after another. Now, not only was his body failing to withstand the strain of the Spirit Blood Sacrifice, but his mind was also beginning to fray.

GRIND! GRIND!

Blood trickled from between Wen Qingye's clenched teeth. 'I cannot fall. I absolutely cannot!'

CLANG!

The clang of metal on metal rang out. The two figures vanished from sight, their movements a blur. Only the sparks flying through the air hinted at the ferocity of their exchange.

Luu Jing was also growing tired, but he knew he had to take Wen Qingye's head this time. It was the only way to ensure his own survival.

"Nine Swords Condensation!"

At that moment, the nine swords surrounding Zhang Bubai converged, forming a colossal greatsword that glowed with a purple light before everyone's eyes.

"Be cleaved!"

Zhang Bubai seized the hilt of the purple greatsword and brought it slashing down toward Tangg Guanzhong.

Meanwhile, Ouyang, who had been locked in combat with Tangg Guanzhong, sensed the astonishing energy fluctuation from behind and hastily leaped away to a safe distance.

Under the watch of countless gazes, Tangg Guanzhong let out a soft breath. His hands slowly rose, and then abruptly clenched into fists!

Tangg Guanzhong muttered, 'Looks like I can't hide it any longer. So be it!'

RUSTLE! RUSTLE! RUSTLE!

Suddenly, a sweet fragrance filled the air. As everyone breathed it in, their minds grew dizzy. Then, behind Tangg Guanzhong, a purple Mandala Flower violently bloomed into existence.

"Go!"

The purple Mandala trembled slightly as it bloomed. From the center of the flower's pistil, a massive beam of black light emerged, shooting out to meet the purple greatsword.

The black light coalesced into roaring, intertwining black dragons. Carrying an extremely shocking wave of Primordial Qi, they surged upward and collided head-on with the descending purple greatsword!

BOOM!

The instant they collided, it seemed as if the very land would be annihilated. A visible shockwave erupted, and the ground collapsed layer by layer. In just a few breaths, a massive, deep crater hundreds of yards wide had been carved into the earth.

Even as they fought their own battles, everyone's eyes were glued to the clash between the three men. That was the true center of the battlefield.

Zhang Bubai stumbled back again and again, his face deathly pale.

Defeated!

Zhang Bubai was utterly defeated!

Even with Ouyang providing support, and even after using his ultimate technique of combining nine swords into one, Zhang Bubai had still been defeated.

"Tangg Guanzhong... the Mandala bloodline. So this is the secret the Celestial Profound Sect has hidden for so many years?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

A figure appeared before the crowd. He stood there, solid and real, yet his face was a hazy, indistinct blur that no one could make out.

"Sect Leader!" "Sect Leader!"

Upon seeing the man, all the members of the Heaven-Burying Sect shuddered and began to cry out his title.