Yun Liao and others who hurried over stopped at the edge of the square, and looking down, they could see the scene of Wen Ping and Wei Qianjue engaged in battle. Yun Liao was most surprised by this incredible sight.
"Is this the Sect Leader’s power? Anomalous Meridian Gate, truly formidable!" He knew Wen Ping had opened the Meridian Gate in Huangli City, but hadn’t expected it to be an Anomalous Meridian Gate.
"Wei Qianjue, renowned for a long time at East Lake. Rarely matched in the Middle Profound Realm, only three Grand Chiefs can compete on equal footing with him. He’s been in the Middle Profound Realm for a century, a Tributor of the Thousand Extremes Sect, also mastering a Yellow Level Middle Grade Vein Technique, hence achieving Perfection over the century. Even I can’t last ten rounds against him."
The nearby Murong Chi couldn’t help but sigh slightly, recalling his insolent behavior over the past couple of days. Now that he thought about it, Wen Ping had indeed treated him with much respect, which he failed to appreciate.
With such behavior, he would impulsively try to snatch Yang Xi away as a disciple upon seeing Wen Ping. If Wen Ping had been slightly more temperamental, he could have taught him a lesson, and he wouldn’t have had the power to seek revenge with the Murong Family.
Upon hearing Murong Chi’s sigh, Qin Shan, Huan Cheng, Huan Shan and others watched the battle at Thousand Layers, unable to resist exchanging words.
"No wonder this lad maintained a nonchalant attitude even after entering the city at the Middle Profound Realm. His power already rivals the Middle Profound Realm, and he has reached the level of the elders. My brother has a good son!"
"That’s the terror of the Anomalous Meridian Gate, the Sect Leader just broke through to the Profound Realm, yet he can battle in the Middle Profound Realm. I’m the same age as the Sect Leader, yet still lingering at the Body Refining Eighth Layer."
Qin Shan gazed down the mountain, his heart filled with longing.
Meanwhile, Lin Kewu was solely filled with astonishment, without any other thoughts.
It’s often said that demon-like geniuses merely step into the Profound Realm at 25 years, then have the qualifications to touch the threshold of the Divine Profound. Such geniuses belong to the elite in Three-star Sects, forces, or academies.
However, no matter how demon-like the genius, even if gifted with the Spirit Body—Purity Body innately, can’t compare to this Wen Sect Leader. Wen Ping appears to be merely eighteen or nineteen, yet already in the Profound Realm, capable of battling the Middle Profound Realm, and his opponent is an elder staying in the Middle Profound Realm for a hundred years.
"No wonder the Sect Leader assured me of entering the Profound Realm before 25." Lin Kewu couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
At the moment, outside Clear Water Street, two people were standing.
A middle-aged man, with a long spear in his arms, stood on the roof of a half-collapsed tavern. Not far from him stood a man in black, completely wrapped in clothing.
The two simply stood there, over two hundred meters away from the center of the battle.
Watching, the man with the spear suddenly spoke up, "Hei Ye, what do you think?"
The man addressed as Hei Ye replied, "Wei Qianjue’s power surpasses both of us, and his methods are extraordinary. Even though Wen Ping has an Anomalous Vein and cultivates a high-grade Vein Technique, defeating Wei Qianjue is impossible. We need only wait here and act as the yellow sparrow once the fight is over."
The spear-wielding middle-aged man chuckled.
He agreed with the other’s view; an Anomalous Vein indeed allows cross-realm battles. But this doesn’t mean defeating a person invincible in another realm. Cross-realm battles mean merely defeating a typical Middle Profound Realm while being in the Lower Profound Realm.
Though just two words differentiate them, this represents decades of accumulation and experience.
"Indeed, the Entry Level Fire Dragon Skill truly falls far short compared to the Perfection Yellow Level Middle Grade Vein Technique." Wen Ping thought to himself.
Perhaps when his Fire Dragon Skill reaches Minor Success, it can compete against the Perfection Hurricane Slash; the Great Success Realm should confidently surpass the Perfection Hurricane Slash. Although he possesses an Anomalous Vein, the gap is really significant.
How significant—let’s say, Murong Chi’s Middle Profound Realm is decent within the Middle Realm, neither weak nor overly strong. Wei Qianjue’s level can take on several Murong Chi.
Yet he indeed felt pity for Wei Qianjue, "Had you come looking for me a few days earlier, this battle would have lost to you."
With those words, the sword aura in the sky descended straight down, seemingly with eyes, aiming at Wen Ping.
Wen Ping remained completely motionless, while Wei Qianjue, seeing this, flashed an increasingly broad smile at the corners of his mouth.
It was his first time seeing someone not dodging his sword aura; the last person who didn’t ended up with grass over their grave knee-high. After laughing, Wei Qianjue shot forth, his knife heading straight for Wen Ping.
Wei Qianjue chuckled, "Wen Ping, you’re arrogant, even now you won’t retreat. Fine, I’ll give you two choices: dodge the sword aura but you’ll miss dodging this strike; dodge this strike but you’ll miss the sword aura. Choose one!"
"Why not withstand both?"
"Withstand both? Haha... Wen Ping, unless—"
Wei Qianjue’s laughter ceased abruptly, his expression froze, his latter half "unless you wish to die" went unsaid.
The three-zhang-long sword aura descending was blocked by Wen Ping’s elbow.
Flesh blocking Vein Technique!
It was his first time hearing, seeing this.
Right then, Wen Ping’s voice followed, "Wei Qianjue, how about trying my punch?"
After those words, the knife in his hand suddenly was grabbed by Wen Ping.
While attempting to break free, Wen Ping’s fist swiftly aimed at his face; he couldn’t defend in time!
Wei Qianjue flew backward.
From Thousand Layers directly to the foot of Yunlan Mountain, crashing into the ruins of a house.
In the ruins, Wei Qianjue felt the pain in half his face, tasting something strange in his mouth.
Saliva had turned into blood.
Wei Qianjue, seeing this scene, instead of anger, chuckled, "Indeed, Anomalous Profound is unique. Though my Purity Body has reached Great Success, it couldn’t withstand your punch and spilled blood."
After laughing, Wei Qianjue’s face turned cold.
He glanced at Wen Ping, silently for a while, then said, "Unfortunately, you’re too arrogant, unaware the real danger is right beside you."
When the words fell, suddenly the woman standing outside the stone steps opened her mouth wide, spewing black smoke. The smoke, like shadow, quickly covered half of Yunlan Mountain.
Wen Ping was right at the center.
Wei Qianjue laughed twice, then said, "Did you really think I came here unprepared? My granddaughter’s a demon, Hei Ze, whose emitted smoke can trap the Upper Profound Realm and obstruct Vein Qi. Within it, you can’t sense any Qi, and your Dantian lacks Heaven and Earth Qi, now you’re the trapped turtle!"