MD 721 to 730

 Miracle Doctor Chapter 721

The Northern Territory lies in the far north.

This place is covered in heavy snow all year round; even in the scorching summer, it snows here.

The blizzard grew fiercer, the cold wind like a sharp sword dancing in the night sky, whipping the branches and emitting shrill cries.

Ye Qiu and Ye Wudi pressed forward against the wind and snow.

They crossed the border.

The two advanced cautiously.

Their speed was swift, vanishing in a flash.

Strangely, they encountered no soldiers from the neighbouring country stationed at the border.

About half an hour into their journey, several corpses appeared in the snow.

Ye Qiu carefully examined a few of the bodies; they had all been killed with a single punch to the heart, a fatal strike, identical to the assassins found dead in the cemetery.

“What’s the situation?” Ye Wudi asked.

Ye Qiu said, “They’ve been dead for less than ten hours. It looks like Xiao Jiu’s work.”

Ye Wudi replied, “It seems Deputy Wei was right—Xiao Jiu has entered the neighbouring country.”

Ye Qiu said gravely, “Xiao Jiu, as the Champion Marquis, entering the neighbouring country without permission—something unexpected must have happened.”

“Your analysis makes sense. Xiao Jiu, commanding a million troops in the Northern Territory, is no simple-minded brute,” Ye Wudi said, looking up.

Under the night sky, the snow-covered mountains stretched endlessly, like giant beasts with gaping maws, exuding a dangerous aura.

Oddly, despite the heavy snowfall, a bright moon hung high in the sky, creating a peculiar spectacle.

“Third Uncle, let’s go!” Ye Qiu said.

“Mm.” Ye Wudi’s figure shot forward like an arrow.

He intentionally tested Ye Qiu.

Moments later, Ye Wudi noticed Ye Qiu remained by his side, never falling behind even half a step.

“Hm?”

Ye Wudi was slightly surprised. He pushed his speed to the limit, lightly tapping his toes on the snow, gliding over ten metres.

With a few flashes, he was a hundred metres away.

After covering some distance, Ye Wudi turned to look—Ye Qiu was still right beside him.

His face wasn’t flushed, his breathing steady.

His expression calm.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Ye Wudi asked, “How has your cultivation progressed so quickly?”

Ye Qiu smiled, “I had a bit of a fortunate encounter.”

“What kind of encounter?”

“The monk Kong Jian passed his century’s worth of power to me.”

What?

Ye Wudi’s face was full of shock. “Then Kong Jian, he…”

“The monk has passed away,” Ye Qiu said, recounting the events at Tianlong Temple from a few days ago to Ye Wudi.

Ye Wudi was stunned after hearing it.

Not only had Ye Qiu gained Kong Jian’s century of power, but he had also mastered Tianlong Temple’s ultimate technique, the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

“I never imagined you’d gain so much from a trip to Dali. It’s truly enviable.”

Ye Wudi felt endless emotions.

He, hailed as a martial genius, had trained arduously for decades to reach his current level.

Yet Ye Qiu, barely in his twenties, now possessed a century’s worth of power and had mastered the unparalleled Six Meridians Divine Sword. How could anyone not be envious?

Ye Qiu smiled, “Third Uncle, you don’t know yet, do you? Long Wu has come out of seclusion.”

Ye Wudi paused, his face turning serious. “That old man Long Wu is formidable. His emergence now isn’t good news.”

“Ye Qiu, be careful. That old man might come for you at any moment.”

“Of course, he’s more likely to come for me, since I killed Long Jiu.”

Ye Qiu laughed, “Long Wu won’t come for me, nor for you.”

“Why do you say that?” Ye Wudi looked puzzled.

Ye Qiu grinned, “Because Long Wu has gone to meet the King of Hell.”

“The King of Hell…” Ye Wudi’s eyes widened. “You mean Long Wu is dead?”

Ye Qiu nodded.

“How did he die?” Ye Wudi asked urgently.

Ye Qiu smiled, “I killed him.”

This…

Ye Wudi was utterly shocked.

Ye Qiu said, “A few days ago, Long Wu came to Tianlong Temple to kill me. He was waiting at the base of the Enlightenment Tower. If I had left the tower, I’d have been dead.”

“That’s why Kong Jian passed his century of power to me.”

“In the end, I used the Six Meridians Divine Sword to kill Long Wu.”

Ye Wudi asked, “I heard Long Liu is dead too. Was that you?”

Ye Qiu shook his head. “Long Liu died in the suburbs of the capital.”

“When I got that news, I was still at Tianlong Temple.”

“I thought it was you who killed him, Third Uncle.”

Ye Wudi shook his head. “It wasn’t me. I was abroad with Old Tang at the time and hadn’t returned.”

Ye Qiu asked, “Third Uncle, who do you think killed Long Liu? Could it be Shadow?”

Ye Wudi replied, “I asked Shadow, and he denied it.”

“But it’s obvious.”

“Long Liu was heading to Tianlong Temple to kill you. Whoever killed him either has a grudge against the Forbidden City or was protecting you.”

“I’ve thought it over and have three suspects.”

“The first is you, but you just said you were at Tianlong Temple when Long Liu died, so you’re ruled out.”

“The second suspect is Big Brother.”

“If Big Brother is still alive, with his strength, killing Long Liu would be effortless.”

“But Big Brother has always been upright.”

“If he were alive, he’d have shown himself by now, not secretly killed Long Liu.”

“And since you, his son, haven’t seen him in over twenty years, if he were alive, he’d have sought you out long ago.”

“So it’s unlikely to be Big Brother.”

Ye Qiu asked, “Third Uncle, your third suspect is…”

“A mysterious expert!” Ye Wudi said. “A mysterious expert killed Long Liu.”

Ye Qiu asked, “Who could this mysterious expert be?”

Ye Wudi said, “I don’t know who this mysterious expert is, but from killing Long Liu, it’s clear they’re not our enemy.”

“If we can find this mysterious expert, we could form an alliance to take on the Forbidden City.”

Ye Qiu nodded slightly.

The Forbidden City was too powerful. Having an ally would increase their chances of victory in the final battle.

Ye Wudi said, “Regardless, Long Wu and Long Liu are dead, which is good for us—two fewer enemies.”

“I just hope we can find Xiao Jiu this time.”

“Xiao Jiu is a man of loyalty and righteousness. If we can save him this time, he might join us to face the Forbidden City.”

“Mm.” Ye Qiu nodded, then suddenly asked, “Third Uncle, what do you think about the War God spitting blood?”

Ye Wudi replied, “Didn’t the War God say? It’s just a minor health issue, probably some illness.”

An illness?

Why do I feel like the War God was injured?

Ye Qiu muttered to himself.

“Alright, no time to waste. Let’s keep moving.” Ye Wudi said, rushing forward swiftly.

Another half hour passed.

Suddenly, a thick smell of blood hit their nostrils!

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“There’s something ahead.”

As Ye Wudi spoke, he slowed his pace, his hand reaching back to grip the hilt of his blade.

He carried the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow slung across his back.

Ye Qiu also clenched his fists.

The two advanced cautiously.

The further they went, the stronger the smell of blood became.

About a hundred and fifty metres in, they saw a large amount of blood on the ground.

Due to the freezing cold, the blood had solidified, forming what looked like a startling stream.

They continued forward.

Another hundred metres on.

Their eyes fell upon countless corpses.

These bodies were piled up like a small hill.

Ye Qiu’s heart tightened. He darted forward, searching through the pile of corpses but found no sign of Xiao Jiu.

“Good, Xiao Jiu didn’t die here.”

Ye Qiu let out a sigh of relief.

Ye Wudi’s gaze settled on the corpses, counting softly, “One, two, three… forty-nine!”

There were forty-nine bodies in total.

Each one had been killed with a single slash to the throat.

Ye Qiu closely examined the knife marks on their throats and said, “Xiao Jiu killed them.”

He had met Xiao Jiu once; Xiao Jiu wielded a war blade.

The fatal wounds on these bodies matched those of a war blade.

Ye Qiu said, “Xiao Jiu truly lives up to his title as the top of the Dragon List, with astonishing combat prowess.”

“It’s clear these people were skilled. Ten of them were on par with Dragon List experts, over twenty were comparable to Tiger List masters, and the rest were no weaker than elite special forces soldiers.”

“With so many surrounding Xiao Jiu, I wonder if he’s injured?”

Ye Qiu was somewhat worried.

“Xiao Jiu was too reckless,” Ye Wudi said. “With his skills, if he hadn’t ventured in alone, he could have easily carved a bloody path back to the Northern Territory.”

Ye Qiu agreed. As the top of the Dragon List, few could stop Xiao Jiu if he wanted to break through.

“By the way, Third Uncle, to your knowledge, does the neighbouring country have experts on Xiao Jiu’s level?” Ye Qiu asked.

Ye Wudi nodded. “Yes, at least five who are roughly on par with Xiao Jiu.”

Ye Qiu’s heart sank.

“If those five experts were involved in this ambush, Xiao Jiu’s situation would be extremely dangerous!” Ye Qiu said.

Ye Wudi’s face grew serious. “Years ago, Master Long Eyebrow told me something.”

“He said Xiao Jiu bore a heavy aura of royalty, destined for great wealth and to become a world-renowned hero.”

“But heroes often don’t live long.”

Ye Qiu’s heart jolted. “What did that old man mean by that?”

Ye Wudi replied, “Master Long Eyebrow said Xiao Jiu’s lifespan is short and that he would pass away in his prime.”

Ye Qiu laughed. “That old man Long Eyebrow is always spouting nonsense.”

“His fortune-telling is rarely accurate; nine out of ten predictions are wrong.”

“No need to take it seriously!”

Ye Wudi shook his head. “Ye Qiu, don’t underestimate Long Eyebrow.”

“He may often seem unreliable, but in the art of divination, he has genuine skill.”

“Otherwise, how could he be called the world’s greatest diviner?”

It’s just that old man’s good at fooling people, Ye Qiu thought.

“Third Uncle, let’s keep moving and find Xiao Jiu as soon as possible.”

“Alright.”

The two pressed on.

Along the way, every hundred or two hundred metres, they came across several corpses.

Over a five-kilometre stretch, Ye Qiu and Ye Wudi saw nearly two hundred bodies, all assassins without exception.

Ye Qiu couldn’t help but marvel, “Xiao Jiu is incredible!”

Ye Wudi also said, “Xiao Jiu lives up to his title as the God of War.”

They continued a bit further.

The snow showed signs of intense combat, along with numerous bullet holes.

Some of the bullet casings were stained with blood.

Ye Qiu’s heart sank—Xiao Jiu might be injured!

Ye Wudi realised this too and said, “We need to find Xiao Jiu quickly.”

“Let’s go.” Ye Qiu rushed ahead.

After an unknown amount of time, just as dawn broke, the two reached the heart of the Great Snow Mountain.

Ye Qiu suddenly stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Ye Wudi asked, puzzled.

Ye Qiu pointed ahead.

Ye Wudi looked and saw a canyon ahead, thirty metres wide, flanked by towering cliffs that pierced the clouds.

Ye Qiu said, “This canyon is an ideal spot for an ambush. If I were those assassins, I’d choose to strike Xiao Jiu here.”

Ye Wudi instantly understood Ye Qiu’s concern. “You’re worried there’s an ambush in this canyon?”

Ye Qiu nodded slightly.

“Your concern is unnecessary,” Ye Wudi said. “Even if assassins set an ambush here, Xiao Jiu would have already drawn them out.”

Ye Qiu said, “It’s Xiao Jiu I’m worried about. If the assassins set a large ambush here, he’d be in serious trouble.”

“Plus, after killing so many enemies, he might already be injured.”

“If his injuries are severe and a few experts on his level show up, Xiao Jiu’s in grave danger!”

Ye Wudi immediately said, “Let’s check the canyon.”

They entered the canyon, and after just fifty metres, they found more assassins’ bodies on the ground.

These were no longer killed by a single throat slash; some had fatal wounds to the chest, others to the throat, and some had been beaten to death with fists.

Ye Qiu quickly examined the bodies and reached a conclusion.

Xiao Jiu was injured.

And not lightly!

They continued forward.

The bodies on the ground were almost one after another.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from deep within the canyon: “Hmph, you scum dare to touch my brother’s tombstone? None of you will live today!”

It was Xiao Jiu’s voice!

He was just ahead!

Ye Qiu’s heart leapt with joy—this meant Xiao Jiu was still alive!

Ye Qiu and Ye Wudi exchanged a glance and rushed forward at full speed.

After advancing three hundred metres, a man finally appeared in their line of sight.

The man wore a military coat and held a war blade. He appeared to be in his thirties, with strikingly handsome features as if carved by a knife, sharp and distinct.

His piercing, deep gaze exuded an oppressive presence.

He carried an innate aura of a king ruling the world!

This man was none other than Xiao Jiu!

At this moment, Xiao Jiu was down on one knee, clearly heavily injured, his war blade stained red with blood.

Around Xiao Jiu stood dozens of assassins, eyeing him menacingly.

Ye Qiu was about to rush forward to rescue Xiao Jiu, but Ye Wudi pressed him down into the snow.

“Third Uncle, what are you doing?” Ye Qiu looked at Ye Wudi, confused.

Ye Wudi whispered, “You were right. There’s an ambush here, and it’s a top-tier expert.”

Hm?

Ye Qiu’s brow furrowed.

“They’re coming. Stay hidden.”

No sooner had Ye Wudi spoken than an overwhelming wave of killing intent surged forth, enveloping a hundred-metre radius.

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Killing intent surged, palpable even from a hundred meters away, sending shivers down the spine.

Ye Qiu and Ye Wudi lay prone in the snow, stealthily observing Xiao Jiu’s position.

On the other side of the canyon, three men approached side by side.

The one on the left, in his thirties, was a bald man with a bushy beard and rugged features. He wore a tattered monk’s robe and straw sandals, resembling a beggar. This monk was heavyset, standing at 1.9 meters, exuding raw strength.

In the center was an old man, likely in his sixties or seventies, short—barely 1.5 meters. Clad in a black robe, he radiated a chilling aura. His eyes, black with a ghostly blue tint, were mesmerizing. Ye Qiu glanced at him and instinctively knew this old man was formidable.

The man on the right, in his forties, had golden hair and a stern face. He carried a massive sword on his shoulder—a meter long, three feet wide, ten centimeters thick, forged of pure iron. The edgeless blade looked clumsy, weighing likely one or two hundred jin. Yet he bore it effortlessly, his steps light, marking him as a master of both inner and outer strength.

“It’s them!” Ye Wudi’s expression darkened.

“Third Uncle, you know them?” Ye Qiu asked.

Ye Wudi replied, “As Tang Lao’s bodyguard these years, I’ve traveled globally with him. Before each trip, I research the local scene. So, I know a bit about top fighters worldwide. These three are from the neighboring country’s Brahman Order, an ancient group akin to our Shaolin or Wudang, over a thousand years old. Unlike them, Brahman has always served royalty.”

“Now, Brahman has five top-tier experts. The bald monk on the left is Singh, a ascetic known for his brute strength—his fists are legendary. The old man in the middle, Gunur, is mysterious. I don’t know his specialty, but he feels unfathomably dangerous, likely the most threatening of the trio.”

He continued, “The one on the right, Gumu, is a swordmaster, called Brahman’s top swordsman. He fought your father years ago.”

Ye Qiu raised an eyebrow. “He lost?”

“Of course,” Ye Wudi said. “He couldn’t withstand a single move from your father. But back then, he was about your age. Twenty years later, he’s grown into a formidable expert. Oh, and Gumu is Gunur’s son.”

Ye Qiu’s eyes flicked between Gunur and Gumu. Gunur was short and unattractive, while Gumu was tall, golden-haired, and somewhat handsome. How did this father and son look so different? Could Gunur’s wife have strayed?

Ye Wudi added, worry in his voice, “I just don’t know if Brahman’s other two top experts are here. If they are, rescuing Xiao Jiu will be far from easy.”

Ye Qiu noticed Ye Wudi’s grave expression when mentioning the other two. “Are Brahman’s other two that strong?”

Ye Wudi nodded. “Not just strong—terrifyingly so. They’re the sect leader, Dragon Maiden, and the high priest, Asaman. Both are on the God List.”

He explained, “The God List claims to rank global experts but mostly covers top fighters from China and nearby Asian nations. Dragon Maiden ranks fourth, and Asaman, a master of dark arts, is tenth. If they’re here, saving Xiao Jiu will be nearly impossible.”

Ye Qiu’s heart sank. Two God List experts underscored Brahman’s deep reserves.

“Let’s watch first. If Dragon Maiden and Asaman aren’t here, we strike,” Ye Wudi said.

“And if they are?” Ye Qiu asked.

Ye Wudi paused. “Then we run.”

Ye Qiu was surprised. Ye Wudi always seemed fearless, yet he dreaded Dragon Maiden and Asaman so much.

“God List experts are on another level. You’ll understand when you face them,” Ye Wudi said, glancing at Ye Qiu. “I know you want to save Xiao Jiu, and so do I. But we must be realistic, not reckless. If those two are here, don’t hesitate—flee. Otherwise, we’ll not only fail to save him but lose our lives too.”

Ye Qiu nodded slightly. He knew Ye Wudi meant well.

At that moment, Xiao Jiu’s voice rang out ahead. “I knew it. Only a powerful group could muster so many experts to kill me. So, it’s you, Brahman. Too bad, the assassins you sent are down to these few. I’ve taken care of the rest.”

Gunur sneered, his voice icy. “Those you killed were my dead men, trained for twenty years to hunt you. They did well enough, even if below my expectations. At least they left you gravely wounded. Xiao Jiu, you’ve been arrogant for years. It’s time you died.”

“Once you’re gone, the Northern Territory will be leaderless, a scattered mess. Our army will sweep in, unstoppable. Don’t worry—after we kill you, I’ll send your body to Beigu Pavilion to join your brothers. Then I’ll blast your ashes to bits with a shell, hahaha…”

Gunur’s laughter was triumphant, as if Xiao Jiu were already a corpse.

“Kill me? Not so easy,” Xiao Jiu said, his eyes blazing with killing intent.

Gunur mocked, “You can barely stand. What can you do against me?”

“Hmph!” Xiao Jiu snorted, using his warblade to prop himself up, standing tall like a spear. “A man should be a hero in life and a legend in death. Even if I die, I’ll take you with me.”

Raising his blade, he pointed at the trio and roared, “Come face your death!”

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“Come face your death!”

Xiao Jiu’s words roared with boundless valor, as if the three Brahman grandmasters were mere small-time players in his eyes.

“Hmph! Still arrogant on death’s door? Xiao Jiu, you’re begging for it!” Gumu, hefting his massive sword, stepped forward, ready to clash.

“Wait!” Gunur halted him. “Xiao Jiu will die soon enough. No need to rush.”

“Father, he’s gravely wounded—now’s the perfect time to kill him. Let me end him,” Gumu urged.

“Fool!” Gunur snapped. “Can’t you see he’s baiting you? Even at his limit, the Dragon List’s top warrior isn’t to be underestimated. You could die by his hand.”

“Let the dead men handle him first. We’ll strike later.”

Gunur turned to the remaining dozens of assassins. “What are you waiting for? You trained twenty years for this day. Kill Xiao Jiu, and the sect leader will reward you richly.”

The assassins closed in on Xiao Jiu.

Xiao Jiu scoffed, “Gunur, you know they’re no match for me. Come fight me yourself.”

Gunur, aware Xiao Jiu wanted him as a sacrificial kill, wouldn’t bite. “These are my hand-trained dead men. Don’t underestimate them, or you’ll be carved apart,” he sneered.

“Hmph, a bunch of trash thinking they can kill me? Delusional.” Xiao Jiu showed no fear.

Gunur shouted to the assassins, “Hear that? The Champion Marquis calls you trash! Tell me, are you trash?”

“No!” they roared in unison.

“If not, show the Champion Marquis your strength. Kill him!”

At Gunur’s command, the dozens of assassins swarmed Xiao Jiu.

“Courting death!” Xiao Jiu gripped his warblade and charged.

Despite his wounds, he was ferocious. Each slash drew blood.

Ye Qiu noticed Xiao Jiu’s speed—within a blink, over ten assassins lay dead.

“Xiao Jiu’s injuries are severe. He’s striking decisively to save time,” Ye Wudi said. “He wants to clear the assassins quickly, then face Gunur’s trio in a final stand.”

“When do we move, Third Uncle?” Ye Qiu asked.

“Hold on,” Ye Wudi replied, calm and patient.

Five minutes later, all the assassins were dead.

Gunur’s gaze darkened.

He’d hoped the assassins would worsen Xiao Jiu’s injuries, allowing an easy kill once he was spent. Instead, they fell swiftly, doing little harm.

“As expected of the Champion Marquis. Even wounded, he’s this fierce,” Gunur marveled inwardly.

Xiao Jiu pointed his blade at the trio. “All three of you, come at once!”

Gumu, barely containing his rage at Xiao Jiu’s audacity, gripped his sword, ready to charge.

Gunur yanked him back, commanding, “Singh, you go!”

The ascetic monk Singh rushed forward, throwing a punch at Xiao Jiu.

Xiao Jiu didn’t dodge, slashing his blade at Singh’s fist.

*Boom!*

Fist met blade in an explosive clash.

Xiao Jiu staggered back six steps, spitting blood, collapsing to one knee.

Singh stood unmoved, unscathed.

What power!

Ye Qiu’s eyes widened. From his hidden vantage, he saw Singh’s punch carried thousands of jin of force. Practicing hard qigong, Singh’s fist showed no mark from Xiao Jiu’s blade.

“Champion Marquis, if you weren’t injured, I’d be no match. But now, you can’t withstand my fists. You know my strength. Stop resisting and accept death,” Singh said, advancing.

Xiao Jiu, using his blade for support, rose again.

“Third Uncle, we can’t wait anymore,” Ye Qiu urged.

Ye Wudi nodded. “Be careful, Ye Qiu. If Dragon Maiden or Asaman appear, don’t hesitate—run.”

“Got it.” Ye Qiu stood.

Ye Wudi rose from the snow too.

No longer hiding, they let their auras flare.

Singh paused, sneering as they approached. “What, two more looking to die?”

Xiao Jiu looked up, surprised.

He hadn’t expected Ye Wudi and Ye Qiu. Even more shocking was Ye Qiu’s aura—clearly that of a top-tier expert.

“How did he improve so fast?” Xiao Jiu wondered, stunned. Last time in Yangcheng, Ye Qiu’s skills were below Chen Daoling, the lowest-ranked Dragon List master. In such a short time, he’d reached this level?

Within seconds, they reached Xiao Jiu.

Ye Qiu helped him up, seeing his wounds: seven or eight bullet holes, a 20-centimeter gash across his abdomen, and three or four bullet wounds in his legs. Xiao Jiu had sealed the bleeding points, but the injuries were grave. Most would’ve collapsed, yet he fought on, his willpower astounding.

Ye Qiu’s respect deepened.

“Why are you here?” Xiao Jiu asked.

Ye Wudi replied, “Ye Qiu and I were sent by Tang Lao and the War God to save you.”

Ye Qiu added, “Champion Marquis, you’re badly hurt. Rest. Leave these three to us.”

“Be careful. They’re Brahman experts, very strong,” Xiao Jiu warned.

“No matter how strong, they die today,” Ye Qiu declared, locking eyes with Singh.

“Bald donkey, come meet your death!”

Ye Qiu beckoned, his provocation clear.

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“Bald donkey, come face your death!”

Singh’s fury erupted at Ye Qiu’s words.

Xiao Jiu had said something similar, but as the renowned Northern War God and top Dragon List master, he had the clout to back it up.

But who was this kid to spout such arrogance?

What enraged Singh most was Ye Qiu calling him a “bald donkey.”

Unbearable!

Seeing Ye Qiu’s taunting gesture, Singh sneered, “Kid, since you’re begging for death, I’ll oblige.”

Singh charged, his fist rocketing toward Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu countered with a punch of his own.

Singh’s lips curled into a sneer, his eyes dripping with disdain. “My fists are iron. Going head-to-head? You’re asking to die.”

Singh was confident in his strength. Even Brahman’s high priest, Asaman, wouldn’t dare clash fists with him. His punches were just too powerful.

Born with freakish strength, Singh could kill a cow with one punch at eight. After stepping into martial arts and mastering hard qigong, his power had multiplied exponentially.

Few survived his fists.

Their punches met in midair.

An explosive clash, like two shells colliding.

To Singh’s shock, Ye Qiu didn’t budge an inch after the impact.

“Huh, this kid’s strength isn’t bad?”

Unbeknownst to him, Ye Qiu had activated the Nine Revolutions Dragon Art, unleashing a torrent of force through his fist.

Singh’s right fist exploded, blood spraying.

His burly frame flew back over ten meters, crashing to the ground with a thud.

He couldn’t block Ye Qiu?

Gunur and Gumu’s faces shifted, their eyes locking onto Ye Qiu.

In the next instant, Ye Qiu vanished from their sight.

Where’d he go?

Gunur and Gumu went on high alert, scanning for a sneak attack.

Their caution was unnecessary.

Ye Qiu didn’t ambush them. Seconds later, he reappeared before Singh, stomping toward his throat.

“Damn, he’s going for Singh!” Gunur shouted.

Singh rolled away, dodging Ye Qiu’s foot. Slapping the ground with his left hand, he flipped into a handstand, his legs lashing at Ye Qiu’s head with lightning speed.

Ye Qiu leaned back, evading, then flicked his right foot, scooping up snow and kicking it at Singh.

The snow hit Singh’s face, shattering and blinding him.

Seizing the moment, Ye Qiu unleashed a sword qi from his fingertip.

The qi pierced Singh’s forehead.

Singh froze, collapsing with a thud, eyes wide in death.

Ye Qiu stomped on Singh’s face, grinding it into the ground. “This is a Brahman expert? Trash!” he mocked.

Gunur’s face twisted with rage.

Gumu’s eyes blazed red.

Ye Qiu’s desecration of Singh’s corpse wasn’t just a slap to their faces—it was an insult to Brahman.

“Courting death!” Gumu roared, ready to charge, but Ye Qiu’s voice cut through, addressing Gunur. “I hear this golden-haired guy’s your son? But you two look nothing alike. Did your wife cheat on you?”

Gunur’s eyes flashed with icy killing intent.

Ye Qiu was right—Gumu was born of his wife’s affair. Gunur had killed her and her lover for it.

He’d wanted to kill Gumu too, but Dragon Maiden stopped him, citing Gumu’s rare martial talent. Killing him would be a waste.

She was right.

Gumu proved a prodigy, rising to elite status in decades.

Over time, Gumu’s filial devotion made Gunur forget the past.

Ye Qiu’s words tore open that buried wound, and killing intent surged from Gunur. “Kid, don’t get cocky! Singh underestimated you, that’s why you killed him,” he growled.

Indeed, Singh had been careless, assuming no one could match his fists. Meeting Ye Qiu, a freak of nature, he’d lost his edge and died to Ye Qiu’s relentless assault.

“Forget Singh. You haven’t answered me,” Ye Qiu pressed. “Did your wife cheat? How else does your son have golden hair? Nothing like you!”

Enough with that question!

Gunur’s rage flared. “Kid, I’ll slaughter you—”

“Father!” Gumu interjected. “Let me handle him!”

Gumu charged, heavy sword in hand.

His attack was straightforward—a direct slash at Ye Qiu’s face.

The sword’s edge hadn’t arrived, but its qi already stung Ye Qiu’s cheeks, like blades grazing his skin.

“This guy’s stronger than Singh. Gotta be careful,” Ye Qiu thought, dodging the sword and darting behind Gumu like a rabbit.

Gumu reacted swiftly, shifting his forward slash into a vertical guard, shielding himself.

Ye Qiu kicked up a clump of snow, hurling it at Gumu’s face with a whistle.

“Trying the same trick? Not on me!” Gumu sneered, swinging his sword like a golf club, smacking the snow away.

In that split second, Ye Qiu unleashed the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

A sword’s cry rang out.

An invisible sword qi sliced through the air, appearing instantly at Gumu’s heart.

Gumu, startled, raised his sword to block.

The qi struck the blade, forcing Gumu back five or six steps.

As Ye Qiu prepared to press the attack, a lion’s roar echoed through the canyon.

Ye Qiu’s gaze snapped to the canyon’s far end.

His pupils shrank.

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At the other end of the canyon, a majestic lion appeared, its golden fur gleaming as it strode forward.

Awe-inspiring.

On the lion’s back sat an old man.

He was ancient, his skin wrinkled like dried vegetables, covered in age spots. His sunken eye sockets looked like they’d been blasted by a shotgun, his flattened nose nearly covering his nostrils, revealing uneven, blackened teeth.

His appearance was ghastly.

He wore a white robe, a wizard’s hat, a golden collar around his neck, and held a gem-encrusted scepter.

Ye Qiu’s eyes flashed with caution.

Though hundreds of meters away, he sensed extreme danger emanating from the old man.

“He’s the Brahmin High Priest, Asaman,” Ye Wudi said, recognizing him. “Ye Qiu, run!”

Swish!

Gunuir flashed, appearing a dozen meters behind Ye Wudi, blocking their retreat with a sinister grin. “No one escapes today.”

“I planned to kill Xiao Jiu, but Ye Wudi, you’re here too.”

“Perfect. I’ll take you all down!”

Gunuir shouted, “Gumu, kill that kid!”

With Asaman’s presence boosting his confidence, Gumu gripped his heavy sword, swinging it at Ye Qiu’s head with thunderous force, wielding it like a baseball bat.

Ye Qiu punched back.

Clang!

Fist met sword.

Ye Qiu staggered back a dozen steps, steadying himself, shocked as he looked at Gumu.

He hadn’t expected Gumu’s strength to be so immense, several times greater than Singh’s.

Careless!

“Surprised by my strength, kid?” Gumu smirked. “I’ll let you in on a secret: I bested Singh in a strength contest. Only he and I knew.”

Grinning, Gumu charged, swinging his sword down at Ye Qiu.

This time, Ye Qiu didn’t meet it head-on. Using agile footwork, he dodged to the side.

Gumu shifted, gripping the hilt with both hands, slicing horizontally at Ye Qiu.

If it connected, Ye Qiu would be bisected.

Ye Qiu retreated again.

Gumu pressed forward, wielding the heavy sword like a samurai blade, slashing vertically and horizontally with ferocious abandon.

“Where’s that finger-sword qi of yours? Use it!” Gumu taunted, forcing Ye Qiu back with relentless swings, his face twisted in a savage grin.

Ye Qiu held back his Six Meridians Divine Sword, wary of Asaman.

The old man was the fourth-ranked on the God List. If he acted, anything could happen, so Ye Qiu kept his trump card hidden.

“I’m not Singh, kid. No ultimate move? Then die!” Gumu roared, changing tactics.

He thrust his heavy sword straight at Ye Qiu’s heart.

In his hands, the hundreds-of-pounds sword moved as lightly as a thin dagger.

As the sword lunged, Ye Qiu sidestepped, the blade grazing his chest.

Lightning-fast, Ye Qiu grabbed the blade with his left hand and punched Gumu’s chest.

Gumu tried to defend with the sword, but Ye Qiu’s grip held it fast, preventing him from pulling it back.

With no choice, Gumu threw a punch to meet Ye Qiu’s.

As their fists neared, Gumu saw Ye Qiu’s lips curl into a slight smile.

Why was he smiling now?

A bad feeling hit Gumu. Then, Ye Qiu opened his fist, pointing a finger.

Whoosh!

A sword qi shot out, piercing Gumu’s fist.

“Argh!” Gumu screamed in pain but didn’t stop, his fist still hurtling toward Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu ducked, evading the punch, and unleashed another Six Meridians Divine Sword.

Whoosh!

This qi aimed for Gumu’s head.

Gumu reacted swiftly, mimicking Ye Qiu by ducking low to dodge.

But as he crouched, another sword qi appeared before him.

This was the true killing strike!

No way to evade.

In a split second, Gumu bit down hard, raising his arm to block the Six Meridians Divine Sword, saving his head.

Splatter!

The qi punched a bloody hole through his arm, the force sending him flying backward.

The heavy sword landed in Ye Qiu’s hands.

Cautious, Gumu flipped multiple times in midair to avoid Ye Qiu pursuing as he had with Singh, landing steadily.

Looking down, he saw a blood hole in his hand and another in his arm.

Blood gushed like a fountain from both wounds.

Ignoring the injuries, Gumu glared at Ye Qiu. “You dare wound me? You’re dead!”

“Wounding you? I’m going to kill you,” Ye Qiu said with a smile.

Gumu scoffed, “You? Kill me? I’ll tear you to pieces today.”

“Big talk. Your sword’s in my hands. How will you do it?” Ye Qiu hefted the heavy sword, feeling its weight—seven or eight hundred pounds, heavier than expected.

It couldn’t be pure iron; other materials were mixed in.

Curious, Ye Qiu asked, “Does this sword have a name? What’s it made of? Why’s it so heavy?”

Gumu said coldly, “It’s called the Murder Sword, forged by the High Priest. Pure iron mixed with gold, silver, copper, and tin. Edged or not, it’s a killing weapon.”

“Kid, return it now.”

“If you don’t, I’ll kill you with it, chop your corpse to bits, and feed it to dogs.”

Even now, Gumu threatened Ye Qiu.

He didn’t know Ye Qiu took kindly to persuasion but loathed threats.

Ye Qiu sneered, “Your Chinese is fluent. You must know some of our culture.”

“There’s an old saying in our country—have you heard it?”

“‘Sword in hand, man lives; sword breaks, man dies.’”

With a forceful twist—

Crack!

The heavy sword snapped in two.

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The heavy sword snapped in Ye Qiu’s hands.

Gumu’s eyes turned bloodshot.

This sword, his companion for over a decade, was like a partner to him.

And Ye Qiu had destroyed it before his eyes.

Unbearable.

“I’ll kill you!” Gumu roared, charging at Ye Qiu, his fists raining down like a storm.

Ye Qiu stopped retreating, meeting the onslaught with his own fists.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Their fists clashed fiercely, each impact resounding like bursting firecrackers.

They fought head-on, battle fervor surging.

Their exchanges grew faster, blurring into shadowy figures intertwining.

Over a hundred clashes passed.

Whoosh!

A sword’s cry pierced the air.

Gumu staggered back, a five-centimeter blood mark on his face.

“You cheated!” he snarled, grinding his teeth.

In their fierce fistfight, Ye Qiu had suddenly unleashed a sword qi from his fingertip. If not for Gumu’s quick reaction, it would’ve pierced his skull. Even so, the qi’s residual force grazed him.

“Cheating? No rule says I can’t use other moves besides fists,” Ye Qiu retorted, glancing at Asaman, who was drawing closer.

His heart sank.

“Ye Qiu, end it quickly,” Ye Wudi urged.

Ye Qiu knew he had to finish Gumu fast. If Asaman and Gunuir joined forces, they’d be in grave danger.

Xiao Jiu, badly injured, could barely muster half his strength.

Among the Brahmin trio, Asaman was a God List master, Gunuir’s strength unknown. Gumu was the easiest to kill.

Ye Qiu beckoned Gumu with a taunting finger. “Honestly, I don’t want to kill you.”

“Curious why?”

“Not because I can’t, but because I’d dirty my hands!”

The words struck Gumu’s core.

His eyes blazed scarlet, like a beast’s, radiating murderous intent.

“Go to hell!” Gumu roared, charging. As he neared, he leaped, his feet sweeping toward Ye Qiu’s head with crushing force.

Ye Qiu rushed forward, ducking low as Gumu’s feet approached, sliding beneath him to appear behind.

Mimicking Gumu, Ye Qiu leaped high, kicking at Gumu’s head from behind.

Gumu hadn’t expected Ye Qiu to dodge and counter so swiftly.

Midair, with no time to land, Ye Qiu’s attack was imminent.

What now?

In this critical moment, Gumu roared, defying physics to twist midair, facing Ye Qiu.

With an improbable angle, he dodged Ye Qiu’s kick.

Ye Qiu’s feet grazed past.

Seizing the moment, Gumu grabbed Ye Qiu’s ankle, his face twisting with menace.

Trouble!

Ye Qiu, caught off guard, didn’t hesitate, unleashing Six Meridians Divine Sword.

Whoosh!

Gumu, holding Ye Qiu’s ankle, had the advantage, but the sword qi came again.

Having faced it multiple times, he knew its terror—an invisible, swift, razor-sharp force that could strike if he faltered.

In a panic, Gumu released the ankle, reluctant to let the hard-won chance slip.

His right hand, freed, clenched into a fist, aiming for Ye Qiu’s other leg.

But Ye Qiu’s body plummeted from the air, causing Gumu’s punch to miss.

The miss left Gumu unable to hold his position, and he too fell.

At that moment, Ye Qiu flicked a golden needle.

Splatter!

It pierced Gumu’s sole.

“Argh!” Gumu screamed, looking down to see the needle emerge from the top of his foot, racing toward his face.

If he didn’t block, it would pierce his eye, blinding him at best, killing him at worst.

At the critical moment—

“Roar!”

A lion’s bellow, carrying a shockwave, sent the needle flying.

Ye Qiu turned to see not the lion but Asaman, atop it, had roared.

Twenty meters away, a single shout deflected the needle, revealing Asaman’s terrifying power.

Distracted, Ye Qiu missed Gumu’s right foot stomping down.

“Careful!” Ye Wudi shouted.

Before the words landed, Ye Qiu’s figure vanished from the spot.

Boom!

Gumu’s foot hit the ground, cracking it over a meter long.

Searching for Ye Qiu, Gumu froze—Ye Qiu had appeared behind Gunuir, who was observing.

“Father, watch out!” Gumu shouted.

Sword qi shot toward Gunuir.

Ye Qiu unleashed Six Meridians Divine Sword without holding back.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh…

Six sword qi targeted Gunuir.

Gunuir, vigilant while watching, hadn’t anticipated Ye Qiu’s sudden attack.

He dodged hastily.

But Ye Qiu’s move wasn’t impulsive—it was calculated.

As Gunuir tried to evade, a thunderous boom erupted, lightning striking from the sky.

The unexpected bolt caught everyone off guard, including Gunuir.

Why would lightning strike out of nowhere?

Ye Qiu gave no quarter, his right hand flicking dozens of golden needles.

Gunuir, evading the sword qi, faced the needles, then was hit by the Five Thunder Curse.

He was cornered.

Ye Wudi seized the moment, drawing his Great Xia Dragon Sparrow and slashing.

Gunuir reacted quickly, dodging Ye Wudi’s strike.

But he underestimated Ye Qiu’s arsenal.

“Freeze!”

Ye Qiu cast the Binding Curse.

Gunuir’s body stiffened, as if bound by ropes, immobile.

It lasted only five seconds, but those five seconds cost him his life.

The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow flashed across his throat.

Thud!

His head hit the ground.

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Gunuir was dead.

The entire sequence took less than a minute.

A near-instant kill.

Ye Qiu and Ye Wudi, uncle and nephew, coordinated flawlessly in their first joint effort.

Witnessing this, Gumu stood frozen in shock.

At that moment, Ye Qiu and Ye Wudi exchanged a subtle glance, understanding each other’s intent with a slight nod.

Swish!

Ye Qiu activated the Invisibility Curse, vanishing in a flash. When he reappeared, he was before Gumu, his fist hurtling toward Gumu’s head.

Swift as lightning.

Incredibly fast.

Ye Qiu aimed to kill Gumu in the quickest way possible.

Already wounded and reeling from Gunuir’s death, Gumu was too stunned to react as Ye Qiu closed in.

Bang!

Gumu was sent flying by the punch.

As he soared backward, Ye Qiu pursued relentlessly.

Strike while he’s down!

Ye Qiu caught up in an instant, launching a knee strike at Gumu’s chin.

Reeling from the punch’s internal injuries and airborne, Gumu was helpless, watching Ye Qiu’s knee approach.

In that critical moment—

“Roar!”

Asaman unleashed a lion’s roar, a sonic wave surging toward Ye Qiu to halt him.

Swish!

Ye Wudi flashed to Ye Qiu’s side, slashing at the sonic wave with his Great Xia Dragon Sparrow.

Seizing the opening, Ye Qiu’s knee smashed into Gumu’s chin.

Crack!

Gumu’s jaw shattered, his body sent flying again.

Whoosh!

Ye Qiu fired a sword qi.

Seeing the Six Meridians Divine Sword coming, Gumu’s face paled in terror. In a panic, he prepared to backflip to dodge.

But Ye Qiu was ready.

“Freeze!”

Ye Qiu cast the Binding Curse.

Instantly, Gumu’s body stiffened, immobilized as if acupoints were sealed.

“High Priest, save me…” Gumu’s terrified cry cut off abruptly.

The sword qi pierced his brow.

Ye Qiu followed with a flying kick.

Bang!

Gumu’s corpse hurtled through the air, landing before Asaman.

“Phew!”

Ye Qiu exhaled heavily, the rapid sequence of attacks having drained him.

But the goal was achieved.

Gunuir and Gumu were dead. Now, they could focus on Asaman.

At that moment, Xiao Jiu stood.

Bang!

He kicked Gunuir’s head to Asaman.

The lion beneath Asaman opened its maw, eagerly devouring it.

Crunch, crunch…

The lion ate with relish.

Asaman glanced at Xiao Jiu, snorting, “Gunuir, that fool, brought so many men and still couldn’t kill you. His death is no loss.”

His gaze shifted to Ye Wudi.

“You’re Ye Wushuang’s brother, right? Good. Dying by my hand won’t disgrace your status.”

Then, his eyes locked onto Ye Qiu.

As their gazes met, Ye Qiu felt Asaman’s stare like needles piercing his eyes, causing sharp pain.

Asaman made no effort to hide his killing intent. “So young, yet so vicious. Without you, Gunuir and Gumu wouldn’t have died so easily.”

“You can’t be spared.”

Ye Qiu laughed. “Old man, don’t boast. Can’t you see the situation? There’s a lion on your side, but it’s just you against three of us.”

“If I were you, I’d turn and run.”

“Staying here is a death sentence.”

Asaman’s withered skin twitched, his expression eerie and terrifying.

“Kill me? Heh… Even if Ye Wushuang were alive, he couldn’t do it—let alone you three.”

His voice, chilling as if from the underworld, carried bone-deep cold.

Pointing his gemmed scepter at the trio, Asaman asked, “Who dies first?”

Who dies first?

The words ignited Ye Qiu’s fury.

Damn it, old man, acting so high and mighty!

“That’s my question for you, old fool. How do you want to die? I don’t mind sending you off,” Ye Qiu retorted.

Asaman remained unfazed, saying calmly, “This priest grants you a chance.”

“All three of you, come at me together.”

“Maybe then you’ll last a few minutes.”

His expression was indifferent, as if killing them was as simple as crushing ants.

Xiao Jiu’s face hardened with resolve. “I’ll lead the attack.”

“I’ll take half his life first.”

“Then you finish him.”

Ye Wudi glanced at Xiao Jiu. “If you weren’t injured, you could indeed cost Asaman half his life.”

“If I weren’t injured, this old man would be dead by my blade,” Xiao Jiu said. “Trust me, I’ll lead.”

Ye Qiu saw Xiao Jiu’s intent. “You plan to fight to the death?”

Xiao Jiu replied, “If we don’t go all out now, we all die.”

“But if you do, you’ll die,” Ye Qiu said.

Xiao Jiu laughed. “If I can take down a God List master, death’s worth it.”

“Xiao Jiu, you can’t die!” Ye Wudi said sternly. “The Northern Border needs you.”

Northern Border…

Xiao Jiu glanced toward it, reluctance in his eyes.

After years guarding it, he was deeply tied to the land.

But now…

“Marquis Champion, you can’t die. The Northern Border needs you, and so do your brothers,” Ye Qiu said. “If you fall, neighboring nations will march, razing Beigu Pavilion. That cemetery will be dust.”

“They wouldn’t dare!” Xiao Jiu’s aura flared with sharp defiance.

“With you here, no one dares invade. If you die, it’s another story,” Ye Qiu said. “So, in this fight, none of us can die.”

“God List masters are strong, but they’re flesh and blood. I refuse to believe we can’t kill him.”

Ye Qiu glanced at Asaman, whispering to Ye Wudi, “I’ll lead the attack, you support me.”

“Marquis Champion, strike when the chance comes.”

“Today, we kill this old bastard.”

Before Xiao Jiu, Ye Qiu kept their uncle-nephew bond hidden.

Ye Wudi nodded. “Agreed. Be careful—Asaman’s tricks are formidable.”

“I’ll be cautious,” Ye Qiu said, more worried for Ye Wudi and Xiao Jiu. “You two watch out too.”

“Got it.”

Ye Wudi and Xiao Jiu responded in unison.

The trio stood shoulder to shoulder, their battle intent surging like a tidal wave.

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Three against one.

Asaman sat atop the lion, his face cold and imperious, like a deity looking down.

To him, Ye Qiu and the others were mere ants.

Ye Qiu smirked at Asaman. “First time seeing a God List master. I wonder if you’re all hype?”

Asaman replied coldly, “Hype? Try me and find out.”

“Exactly my plan!”

Ye Qiu struck first.

Swish!

He charged, throwing a punch.

Asaman seemed unbothered, only raising his palm slowly when the fist was twenty centimeters away, blocking it.

Bang!

Ye Qiu’s punch hit Asaman’s palm, not injuring him but forcing Ye Qiu back to his starting point.

Ye Qiu was stunned.

That punch, though a test, carried sixty percent of his strength, yet Asaman deflected it effortlessly.

His eyes grew wary.

Asaman’s voice cut through. “This probing wastes time and achieves nothing.”

“Use your strongest move.”

“Once I get serious, you won’t get another chance.”

He glanced at Xiao Jiu and Ye Wudi. “You two, join him.”

His tone dripped with arrogance.

“Old fool, don’t get cocky. Try another punch!” Ye Qiu rushed forward, striking again.

As before, Asaman waited until the fist neared, then leisurely raised his palm to block.

This time, Ye Qiu used seventy percent of his strength.

Not only did it fail to harm Asaman, but the old man didn’t even budge atop the lion.

Asaman said, “I told you, this probing is meaningless.”

“Is it?” Ye Qiu’s lips curled into a smile.

Asaman sensed danger.

He reacted instantly, swinging his scepter at Ye Qiu’s head.

If it connected, Ye Qiu’s skull would shatter.

Whoosh!

Ye Qiu flicked a sword qi, striking the scepter.

The scepter slowed slightly, giving Ye Qiu time to retract his fist and launch a whirlwind kick at Asaman’s neck.

“Hmph, parlor tricks!” Asaman snorted, slapping his palm out.

But he hit air.

Ye Qiu’s figure vanished from his sight.

That move again!

Asaman’s sunken eyes glinted with chilling menace.

He’d seen Ye Qiu use this trick to ambush Gunuir.

Shrugging his shoulders, Asaman twisted ninety degrees, his left hand guarding his chest.

Bang!

Ye Qiu reappeared behind him, kicking, only to be blocked.

Ye Qiu was shocked.

His speed was extraordinary; even a master like Ye Wudi might not block such a stealth attack, enhanced by the Invisibility Curse.

Yet Asaman countered it with ease.

“Worthy of a God List master—leagues above Dragon List experts,” Ye Qiu marveled inwardly.

“Kid, you underestimate me. I’m not that fool Gunuir,” Asaman sneered, his palm darting to seize Ye Qiu’s ankle.

Swish!

Ye Qiu vanished again, followed by a sword’s cry near Asaman’s ear.

Asaman tilted his head, dodging the sword qi.

But then—boom!—a massive jolt shook him.

He turned to see Ye Qiu’s fist smash into the lion’s head.

Blood streamed from the lion’s shattered skull; without a sound, its massive body collapsed.

Ye Qiu, successful, retreated to his original spot, grinning.

His earlier attacks weren’t just to test Asaman but to kill the lion.

That beast was Asaman’s prop for posturing, and Ye Qiu despised it.

Asaman leaped off as the lion fell with a thud, twitching briefly before going still.

Dead.

Asaman glared at Ye Qiu, his wrinkled face trembling with fury over the lion’s death.

“Kid, I meant to let you live a few more minutes, but killing my mount has enraged me.”

“Now, I’ll show you a God List master’s power.”

“Prepare to die!”

Asaman moved.

Whoosh!

He appeared before Ye Qiu, grabbing for his throat.

Ye Qiu was startled. The speed was unprecedented, faster than lightning, almost teleportation. He couldn’t even dodge.

Fortunately, Ye Wudi was prepared, slashing horizontally with Great Xia Dragon Sparrow.

Asaman’s hand, aimed at Ye Qiu, redirected to grab the blade.

A terrifying sight unfolded.

Asaman’s hand clashed with the blade, sparking like two divine weapons colliding.

Worse, the razor-sharp Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, heavy with killing intent, didn’t even scratch Asaman’s hand.

Bang!

Asaman punched the blade, knocking Ye Wudi back, then resumed his assault on Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu dodged frantically, but Asaman’s speed was overwhelming, inescapable.

Twice, he nearly got caught.

With no choice, Ye Qiu drew a Lightning Talisman to boost his speed.

Even then, he couldn’t shake Asaman.

Frustration surged. In the past, being outmatched was normal due to his weaker cultivation. But now, with Master Kongjian’s century of power, being chased like this was humiliating.

Screw it, fight to the end!

Ye Qiu flashed, leaping into the air, spinning, and kicking at Asaman’s face.

Asaman countered with a punch to Ye Qiu’s sole.

Bang!

The collision sent a tidal wave of force through Ye Qiu, like a lightning strike, hurling him backward.

Asaman, capitalizing, struck Great Xia Dragon Sparrow’s back, repelling Ye Wudi, then chased Ye Qiu, aiming to kill him as he landed.

Xiao Jiu saw Asaman’s intent.

He intervened, leaping high, his warblade slashing down at Asaman’s head.

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Whoosh!

The war blade slashed down towards Asaman’s head.

Incredibly fierce.

If this strike from Xiao Jiu landed, even Asaman, a God List expert, would not escape death.

However, Asaman raised his right hand, using his staff to block the blade, then let out a roar at Xiao Jiu.

“Get lost—”

The terrifying soundwave sent Xiao Jiu flying on the spot.

Xiao Jiu was primarily hindered by his injuries; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so dishevelled.

“Xiao Jiu, you wait there. I’ll deal with you later. Right now, I’m going to take care of this kid.”

Asaman pointed at Ye Qiu, his killing intent fully exposed. “You killed my mount; your crime deserves ten thousand deaths.”

“Even if God himself came today, he couldn’t save you.”

“Die!”

Swoosh!

With a single step, Asaman was in front of Ye Qiu.

His speed was unbelievably fast.

Ye Qiu had no time to think. He immediately used his invisibility spell, hoping to evade Asaman and strike when the opportunity arose.

At that moment, Asaman’s deeply sunken eyes emitted a green glow.

“Zoom!”

Asaman threw a punch.

Boom!

Ye Qiu’s body was sent flying, crashing hard twenty metres away.

Ye Qiu’s physique was extraordinarily resilient, showing no external injuries, but Asaman’s punch was immensely powerful, damaging his internal organs.

His chest churned with blood and energy.

A mouthful of blood welled up in his throat.

Ye Qiu quickly swallowed it back, ignoring his injuries. With a carp’s leap, he sprang to his feet, his eyes fixed gravely on Asaman.

He was utterly shocked.

How is this possible?

I used the invisibility spell—how could this old man still find me?

What’s going on?

Asaman sneered, “Did you really think invisibility could save your life?”

“Kid, you’re too naive!”

“In the face of absolute strength, all tricks are paper tigers.”

“I recall your fingertips can emit sword energy. If I’m not mistaken, that’s the Six Meridians Divine Sword from Dali’s Tianlong Temple, isn’t it?”

“Use it now, or you won’t get the chance.”

Asaman stared at Ye Qiu, his eyes glinting as if hiding a blade, his shrivelled, cracked lips curling into a pale, eerie smile.

“Want to see the Six Meridians Divine Sword? Fine, I’ll let you see it.”

Ye Qiu understood.

At this point, he had to play his trump card.

Asaman was too powerful; ordinary tactics wouldn’t harm him.

If this continued, the situation would be dire for them.

Among Ye Qiu’s trump cards, the Grass Sword Technique was his most powerful attack, but he wasn’t ready to use it yet.

The Grass Sword Technique had a drawback: it required immense internal energy to sustain. With Ye Qiu’s current cultivation, unleashing two strikes would deplete his stamina entirely, requiring half an hour to recover.

Thus, he didn’t dare use it recklessly.

If he used the Grass Sword Technique and failed to kill Asaman, he’d be a sitting duck.

He had to wait…

Wait for the perfect moment to strike.

Only when the opportunity for a fatal blow arose would he dare use the Grass Sword Technique for a final, decisive strike.

For now, he would use his other trump cards to keep Asaman at bay.

Ye Qiu looked at Asaman, his face stern, subtly circulating the Nine Transformations Dragon Art.

Asaman beckoned to Ye Qiu arrogantly, saying, “You’re too weak. Crushing you is easier than crushing an ant.”

An ant?

You dare compare me to an ant? Am I that small?

“Argh—”

Ye Qiu suddenly roared, his handsome face twisting slightly.

His right hand clenched into a fist.

He charged forward like a leopard.

This time, Ye Qiu abandoned flashy moves, opting to fight with his fists.

Old man, you like to act tough?

I’ll punch you to death!

Seeing Ye Qiu’s actions, Asaman’s disdain grew. “At this point, you still won’t use your trump card? You’re just asking to die.”

Asaman casually raised his palm to meet Ye Qiu’s fist.

Bang!

A loud crash, and Ye Qiu staggered back, repelled by the force in Asaman’s palm.

At the same time, Asaman’s shoulder twitched, and his body involuntarily retreated.

Step, step, step—

Asaman took seven or eight steps back before steadying himself.

“Hm?” Surprise flashed in Asaman’s eyes. Clearly, he hadn’t expected Ye Qiu’s punch to push him back.

When his palm met Ye Qiu’s fist, he felt a force of ten thousand pounds in Ye Qiu’s strike.

“No wonder strength experts like Singer and Gumu weren’t your match. Your strength is impressive, but sadly, strength alone isn’t enough against me,” Asaman said.

“Not enough? Then let’s try again.”

Ye Qiu charged forward again.

In the previous punch, he had used ninety percent of his strength. This time, he pushed it to a hundred percent.

Hah!

With a soft shout, Ye Qiu’s fist was enveloped in a faint golden glow as it smashed towards Asaman.

“Again? Courting death.”

A trace of killing intent curled Asaman’s lips. His left hand formed a fist, meeting Ye Qiu’s punch head-on.

Bang!

Their fists collided fiercely, both their bodies trembling for a moment.

Then,

Shock appeared on Asaman’s face. Before he could react, his body flew backwards like a football kicked by a foot.

As he was flung back, Asaman quickly jammed his staff into the ground, trying to steady himself.

But it didn’t work.

His back scraped along the ground for over ten metres before crashing into a rock with a “boom.”

Pfft—

Leaning against the rock, Asaman spat out a mouthful of blood.

His eyes were filled with deep shock.

Asaman hadn’t expected Ye Qiu’s punch to carry such immense power, surpassing even his own as a God List expert.

If it came down to pure strength, he was no match for Ye Qiu.

“Strike!” Ye Qiu shouted, pushing his speed to the limit as the Six Meridians Divine Sword erupted.

Swish!

Swish, swish!

In an instant, sword energy crisscrossed the air.

Asaman dodged hastily. He evaded three sword energies, but Ye Qiu was already in front of him.

“Bang!”

Ye Qiu threw another punch.

Asaman didn’t dare meet it head-on this time and dodged again.

“Boom!”

Ye Qiu’s fist smashed into the rock, shattering the several-metre-tall stone on the spot.

Ye Qiu swiftly raised his left hand.

Swish!

Swish! Swish!

Three sword energies shot towards Asaman at close range.

Asaman kept dodging, but just as he avoided the sword energies, the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow silently slashed into his left arm.

This strike finally took effect.

Splat!

His left arm was severed instantly, blood spraying wildly. Asaman grunted in pain, swinging his staff with his right hand towards Ye Wudi.

At that moment, an immense sense of danger enveloped him.

Asaman’s heart jolted. He looked up urgently to see Xiao Jiu, war blade in hand, slashing down at his head with unstoppable force.

Ye Qiu’s eyes lit up.

The moment for a fatal strike had arrived!