The Most Powerful Overlord

Chapter 138: All Trash

Ye Qingtian completely ignored him.

"You..."

Tan Keqin was practically about to explode in anger.

Ultimately, the two Martial Kings present chose to contest for the Spiritual Artifact, while the others naturally went to compete for the Elixir.

"Alas!"

Ye Qingtian simultaneously let out a long sigh.

"What do you think of these elixirs?"

Liu Piaoying frowned, asking softly.

"Do you want the truth or a lie?"

Ye Qingtian placed his hands behind his back, speaking indifferently.

"Of course, the truth."

Liu Piaoying’s frown deepened.

"They’re all trash."

Ye Qingtian’s expression was calm.

Liu Piaoying’s beautiful eyes shifted: "You mean?"

"All of them!"

Ye Qingtian sneered.

"Hiss!"

Even Fan Jingyu drew in a cold breath.

He knew Ye Qingtian’s strength, and naturally, these Martial Artists wouldn’t catch his eye.

But he said all the elixirs were trash.

This left Fan Jingyu quite shocked, guessing in his heart whether Ye Qingtian was proficient in the Alchemy Dao.

"Haha, did you hear, Senior Sister? This kid is actually saying these elixirs are trash."

Suddenly, Tan Keqin laughed loudly.

Liu Piaoying was cold as ice, looking at Ye Qingtian with disdain: "Haha, you’re really something! Spiritual Artifacts with Martial King combat power and elixirs that enhance cultivation are mere trash to you!"

"Truly ignorant of the heavens and the earth! Such audacity to speak boastful words!"

Tan Keqin sneered repeatedly.

Liu Piao’er glared at Ye Qingtian and said, "Well, you can’t blame him. He’s just an ordinary person, what would he know about the value of elixirs? He probably thinks they’re just like capsules from the drugstore."

Ye Qingtian didn’t pay any attention, as these elixirs were indeed no different from drugstore capsules in his eyes.

Everyone moved from Shuanglong Tower to the adjacent square.

At this moment, the duels in the arena were in full swing.

The Martial Artists were highly efficient, in less than an hour’s time.

The Spirit Master’s seventeen treasures, including the elixirs, had all been allocated.

Naturally, these seventeen martial artists owed Master Tang a favor.

Master Tang was almost grinning from ear to ear.

Nearly a dozen Martial Form experts, and four Half-Step Martial Kings.

With such powerful forces, avenging himself against Fan Jingyu and the mysterious individual was much more assured.

"The contest for the Spiritual Artifact..."

The atmosphere in the arena suddenly heated up; it was the competition for the Spiritual Artifact that was the main attraction tonight.

After all, the two Martial Kings would be making their moves.

"Ma Family’s Martial King Ma Bayu and Hao Family’s Martial King Hao Feng!"

"A sight to behold indeed."

The entire venue became lively.

"Though Master is also a Martial King, he’s been in seclusion and hasn’t emerged. I’ve never seen him actually make a move until now."

"This is a duel between Martial King experts, rarely seen in one’s lifetime indeed."

Liu Piaoying and Tan Keqin were full of excitement, their eyes brimming with anticipation.

"Brother Hao!"

A burly man with a dark face spoke in a gravelly voice, his enormous aura radiating out.

Like a mountain standing there, a heavy pressure spread out. He was Ma Bayu.

"Brother Ma!"

The opposite middle-aged man was compact and vigorous, with a terrifying aura blooming from him, none other than Hao Feng.

The two Martial Kings were finally going to face off.

Everyone swallowed hard, their eyes fixed on the arena without blinking.

"The Spiritual Artifact is mine!"

But at this moment, a thunderous voice came from mid-air.

This utterance was like a bell tolling, sounding to everyone like thunder exploding.

After the voice faded, the whole place was in shock.

"Look over there!"

Someone exclaimed, prompting everyone to look over.

They saw a person standing atop the Shuanglong Tower across the square.

Wearing a long blue robe, fluttering without wind.

His gaze was cold and indifferent.

With one glance sweeping out, a flash of terror passed through nearly everyone’s heart.

"A strong figure from Qilian Mountain, Martial King Dai Zongze!"

"He indeed showed up!"

"This is going to be quite a show!"

Everyone was excited.

But Ma Bayu and Hao Feng’s faces turned serious.

They had hoped Dai Zongze wouldn’t come.

Yet he did.

"With an expert like Dai Zongze present, even the Northwest Super Clan strongmen wouldn’t dare come here."

"Naturally, he’s the pinnacle outside of the hidden Martial Arts Sect families around Qilian Mountain!"

Especially Tan Keqin and the others were already exhilarated beyond measure: "It’s said Dai Zongze’s cultivation is above our Master; such a person is like a celestial Divine Dragon."

"The Spiritual Artifact belongs to me. If you don’t agree, both of you can come at me together. As for the rest, as many as willing can come."

Dai Zongze stood atop the third floor of the building with his hands behind his back, speaking coldly.

"..."

The remark caused an uproar throughout the venue.

Wasn’t Dai Zongze implying a challenge to everyone present?

"Since Brother Dai is so eager, let us experience your divine techniques."

Ma Bayu and Hao Feng exchanged glances, deciding to join forces against Dai Zongze.

"Count me in."

A voice rang out, revealing yet another Martial King.

"This Martial King is Yu Chengchun; seems he’s been just watching the excitement but couldn’t resist joining in."

"Dai Zongze against three great Martial Kings, oh heavens, this is going to be insane! This is the real thrill."

To the spectators, this was indeed the most exciting and thrilling part.

Dai Zongze dismissed this disdainfully, saying calmly, "Is anyone else joining?"

"The three of us are enough for you!"

Dai Zongze’s arrogance spurred the fighting spirit of Ma Bayu and the other two.

"Very well, let me show you the difference."

Dai Zongze sneered coldly.

"Kill!"

The trio of Ma Bayu moved simultaneously, like three hurricanes sweeping towards Dai Zongze.

Ma Bayu punched out, causing a ripple as if the air itself was torn apart.

Hao Feng launched like lightning, his speed blurring the scene.

Yu Chengchun, while more conventional, created fine cracks beneath his feet with each stride.

The Martial Kings unleashed their true qi, and fierce gusts swept through the venue.

Everyone was forced back, with some even having their faces cut by wind blades.

The realm of a Martial King, cultivators of true qi, was a whole different world compared to the martial artists present.

In an instant, the three Martial Kings charged ahead.

The ground visibly trembled...

"It’s time to end this."

Suddenly, on the rooftop of the third floor, Dai Zongze’s eyes flashed with a chillingly cold light.

"Divine Martial Technique!"

Dai Zongze roared, tracing the air with both hands, each drawing a curve containing the mysteries of heaven and earth.

"Boom!"

Instantly, a whirlwind-like airflow abruptly formed before him, resembling a celestial river...

"Boom!"

Dai Zongze clapped his hands.

The whirlwind-like airflow burst forth abruptly, like a floodgate opened, surging out at once.

Cloaking the sky, engulfing everything.

The trio felt the stream-like flow; a terrifying scene unfolded.

Upon contact, their bodies quickly lost balance...

As if faced with an irresistible natural disaster.

The airflow swept like a tornado, destroying everything...

They were directly overwhelmed, spitting blood and sent flying backward.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The trio landed dozens of meters away, each staring incredulously at Dai Zongze.

"Defeated three Martial Kings with one move!"

The entire venue was rendered speechless.

Even Master Tang almost dropped the luminous pearl he was holding.

"Is there anyone else?"

Dai Zongze continued standing on the rooftop, hands behind his back, his gaze sharp as blades sweeping across everyone.

Almost every person he glanced at lowered their heads in succession...

Dai Zongze’s gaze was like divine might!

"Lower your head quickly; are you disrespecting Dai Zongze by daring to face him?"

"Are you courting death?"

Seeing Ye Qingtian fearlessly glaring at Dai Zongze, Hong Jingtian and Ge Zihua shouted excitedly.

"Just ants."

Ye Qingtian sneered,

"The spiritual artifact is mine!"

Dai Zongze said coldly.

His gaze then fell on Master Tang, speaking: "Master Tang, give me the Spirit Master’s lifebound divine artifact, and I’ll grant you two promises!"

The audience collectively gasped, eyes constricting.

"Fine, no problem."

Master Tang beamed with joy, agreeing quickly.

"Hmm."

Dai Zongze nodded lightly, his face full of disdain.

"Did you ask me?"

Suddenly, a voice echoed in the venue.

"Rumble..."

At that moment, the ground suddenly shook.

Some people staggered, nearly falling.

The scene was akin to a massive earthquake occurring...

"What’s going on?"

"What’s happening?"

Panic began to stir within the crowd, leaving everyone perplexed.

Even Dai Zongze, standing atop the building, showed a slight change in expression, unclear of the events transpiring.