Following that, many more experts came forth. All of them were masters presiding over Qinglan Hall, but without exception, every single one was defeated by Wen Qingye.
The seventh match—another victory!
Sweat slowly trickled down Wen Qingye's forehead. His sword was still steaming, wisps of white smoke drifting from the blade.
The Ice Python flickered its tongue, its form appearing in Wen Qingye's Sea of Consciousness. "I have a feeling that if you keep fighting, you'll lose from exhaustion."
"This is exactly what I want," Wen Qingye said nonchalantly. "I'm going to use them to help me break through to the Yin Yang Realm Eighth Layer Heaven."
The Ice Python said worriedly, "I see. But this is dangerous. If you use them to break through, they might try to kill you at the critical moment."
"Hahaha, then we'll just have to see if they're strong enough," Wen Qingye laughed, unconcerned.
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