System's Super Sect-Chapter 507 - 504, Wind’s Shackles

He wanted to have a duel with Yang Xibi, not just to kill him, but also to fulfill the Vortex Cannon task that had been set aside for so long. But he feared Yang Xibi would avoid battle, and then Long Ke might casually kill him, losing the long-awaited chance, wouldn’t it?

So Wen Ping might as well cater to his desires.

Didn’t Yang Xibi want to live?

Then give him the outcome he desires.

"Really?" Yang Xibi responded immediately.

Wen Ping nodded, "Of course."

"Make her step back," Yang Xibi stared at Long Ke with lingering fear. The two were separated by more than ten steps, which made him uneasy.

This distance was not much different from having a knife poised to his throat.

Wen Ping smiled and nodded, amused at Yang Xibi’s innocence. But since Yang Xibi felt so secure, why not indulge him a bit, "Zhao Keqing, please step back."

"What is happening?"

Long Ke, although puzzled, still stepped back.

Wen Ping continued, "Are we starting now, or shall I give you a few breaths to get ready?"

"Now!"

Yang Xibi shouted, clenching his fists tightly.

Bang!

A blue Meridian Gate opened with a resounding clap. From afar, the surging Vein Qi resembled ocean tides. Amidst this tide-like Qi, Yang Xibi’s second and third Meridian Gates opened consecutively.

Bang!

Bang!

At this moment, Yang Xibi had completely changed from his previously dispirited stance facing Long Ke, standing there like a giant beast from the wildlands.

In contrast, Wen Ping was distinctly different.

Boom—

The two simultaneous sounds of Meridian Gates blended together, although it was just two gates and didn’t have Yang Xibi’s overwhelming aura, but the white gates made everyone from kilometers away watch in amazement.

None of them had ever seen white Meridian Gates.

Yang Xibi included.

"White Meridian Gates?"

Not even with the recently emergent wind attribute were Meridian Gates white.

Could Wen Ping have a seventh attribute?

As the shock from the white gates slowly faded, Yang Xibi came back to focus on the most direct thing: Wen Ping’s Realm.

Just a mere Divine Profound Realm!

But he dared not mock Wen Ping for overestimating himself, as Zhao Keqing was not far away from him. "Sect Leader Wen, you may not be the foremost among those in the Divine Profound Realm, but you’re indeed the boldest. From ancient times, I’ve only heard of Celestial Divine Anomaly Vein Divine Profound challenging Half-Step Mountain Suppression, never of Divine Profound challenging Mountain Suppression Realm. You must understand, neither my Spirit Body nor my Mountain-Suppressing Armor can be damaged by a mere Divine Profound with just two opens gates."

"Don’t worry, you’ll definitely die!"

Wen Ping coldly replied, then with a shift in his Heart Thought, he instinctively started with Sword Control Skill, but when trying to retrieve the Long Yue Sword from his Storage Ring, he found his Spiritual Power was so depleted that even Sword Control skill was beyond him.

But it was no matter.

After all, the Sword Control Skill had not been cultivated to a high Realm.

Even if the Long Yue Sword was a Divine Weapon and had the Vortex Map’s Special Ability amplification, it seemed unlikely to harm Mountain Suppression Realm’s Yang Xibi.

Let’s start by testing Yang Xibi’s depths with the Fire Dragon Skill!

Whoosh—

White flames suddenly rose from Wen Ping’s palm.

With a flick of his hand, a Fire Dragon emerged from the flames, growing larger until it was over ten meters in length. As it circled around Wen Ping, its crimson eyes fixed intensely on Yang Xibi.

"Use your full strength, underestimating me might leave you dying with regrets."

With that said, Wen Ping immediately waved his hand.

The white Fire Dragon danced as it charged toward Yang Xibi, who was visibly shocked that Wen Ping could control white flames. Once he composed himself, he focused on the Fire Dragon, inadvertently noticing the ground melting where the dragon passed.

Even from over ten meters away, the scorching heat approached intensely.

"You’re fire, lucky for me, I am water!" Stepping back a few paces, accompanied by the tremor of his Meridian Gates, Yang Xibi stomped the ground forcefully, suddenly hearing waves rise behind him. A giant wave appeared, exceeding his height, surging past him, heading straight for the Fire Dragon, "This is the Giant Wave Shaking Mountain Skill, a Profound Level Vein Technique. Although it’s only Lower Grade, I have long cultivated it to the Perfection Realm. Today I shall use this water to extinguish your fire!"

Under Yang Xibi’s shouts, the wave seemed encouraged, sounding louder. Its width slowly spread to over ten meters, its height climbing five meters. Though it didn’t appear as high as a mountain, no one dared to doubt its capacity to shake a mountain. After all, it wasn’t ordinary water, but a Profound Level Perfection Vein Technique, supplemented by Mountain Suppression Realm power, something an ordinary hill likely couldn’t withstand.

Compared to it, the white Fire Dragon appeared somewhat thin and frail, like a child who hadn’t eaten for a long time.

But Wen Ping showed no sign of distress.

"Talking as if I haven’t cultivated to Perfection!"

Furthermore, this is a Profound Level Upper Grade Vein Technique.

When the Realm isn’t sufficient, supplement it with Grade!

Wen Ping lightly smiled, and as his words settled, the white Fire Dragon collided head-on with the approaching giant wave.

The clash of tides and dragon roars stirred those watching from kilometers away.

The Fire Dragon did not disperse by the overwhelming wave.

Nor was its arrogant flames extinguished.

After its dragon head silently roared toward the heavens, it immediately pierced through the wave, rushing towards Yang Xibi.

"What?"

Yang Xibi couldn’t believe what he saw; logically, his Mountain Suppression Realm’s Vein Technique shouldn’t be inferior.

"This fire is peculiar!"

Realizing this, Yang Xibi hurriedly retreated, rapidly stepping back, with a cascade of waves rising continuously, like spending without limitation, repeatedly crashing toward the Fire Dragon.

After Yang Xibi retreated several hundred meters and the waves dissipated the Fire Dragon, as he was about to speak, another white Fire Dragon arrived.

"Is it meaningful?"

He could already break this white Fire Dragon, unable to comprehend why Wen Ping would use it again; using a move twice had no purpose.

After all, the Meridian Gates were open, and Vein Qi inexhaustible.

To tire him out would be futile; he couldn’t believe Wen Ping’s Spirit Body Realm was higher than his!

Their lifetimes were worlds apart.

But noticing the Fire Dragon approaching again, he sensed something amiss, turned his head, and saw the white Fire Dragon followed by another, then another, forming a chain, "Madman!"

Yang Xibi immediately cursed in his heart: fighting with this madman is pointless!

Got to leave!

Now!

This chance was Wen Ping’s own gift to him, might as well take it.

His mount was behind him; among the Celestial Academy’s only ten Wing Race Great Demons, all belonged to him.

Once mounted on the Golden Crow, even the Upper Realm of Mountain Suppression Zhao Keqing couldn’t catch up!

"Leave!"

Without hesitation, Yang Xibi turned, sprinting toward his Golden Crow.

Wen Ping sensed Yang Xibi’s movements but remained calm, smiling lightly, "Falling for such simple-minded tactics!"

As his words ceased.

Bang!

Bang!

The twin Meridian Gates trembled simultaneously, the originally white gates slowly turning transparent, as if the wind playful as a child brushed past Wen Ping’s side.

Wen Ping launched himself explosively; the Fire Dragon also turned at that moment, chasing after Yang Xibi, though its target was not Yang Xibi, but the Wing Race Great Demon on the square.

Watching the Golden Crow nearly within reach, Yang Xibi’s heart rejoiced; sensing Wen Ping closing in, he urgently shouted to the nine Divine Profound Realm Great Demons, "Rip him apart for me!"

The nine Divine Profound Realm Great Demons rushing together would easily kill a Divine Profound Realm.

Even if Zhao Keqing aided, while Wen Ping might not be torn apart, he would’ve gone, unreachable by anyone.

Whatever the outcome, it was best.

But as soon as he spoke, while he kept running, Yang Xibi’s expression froze.

His Golden Crow didn’t move!

It was like a wooden sculpture.

If not for its turning eyes, he couldn’t believe what was before him.

Just moments ago, it spread its wings ready to fetch him.

"What’s happening?"

He turned his head, witnessing the astonishing scene that not only was his Golden Crow, but all nine Divine Profound Realm Great Demons seemed frozen.