Ye Wudi made his move.
And the moment he acted, he unleashed his trump card.
The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow radiated an aura of wild arrogance, sweeping through the heavens and earth, as if all others were mere ants in its presence.
A terrifying blade aura slashed toward Asaman.
“Hmph!” Asaman snorted coldly, abandoning his attack on Xiao Jiu and immediately retreating.
Ye Wudi’s blade momentum was too overwhelming; he didn’t dare confront it head-on.
“Boom!”
The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow struck the ground.
Crack, crack, crack—
A fissure appeared in the earth, stretching over a dozen metres before stopping.
This strike shook the heavens and earth.
Ye Wudi didn’t pause. Pointing the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow at Asaman, his killing intent was boundless.
“A Divine List master? So what? Take a strike from me!”
Boom!
Ye Wudi’s second slash came roaring out.
“Hmph, you think this priest fears you?” Asaman, enraged, raised his staff and clashed fiercely with the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow.
Clang!
In the next second, Asaman was sent flying.
Ye Qiu and the others were dumbfounded, their hearts pounding as if they might burst from their chests.
If Xiao Jiu’s fists were unmatched in dominance, Ye Wudi’s blade was invincible, filled with a wild arrogance that seemed capable of cleaving through all things in the world.
Unfortunately, the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow only struck the staff, merely knocking Asaman back.
Had that strike landed on Asaman’s body, it likely would have killed him.
“Kill!”
Asaman, furious, scrambled to his feet and roared, swinging his staff through the air toward Ye Wudi.
Fearless, Ye Wudi charged upward, the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow tracing a mysterious arc as it collided with the staff.
Clang!
Sparks flew.
Clanging sounds echoed.
Ye Wudi and Asaman moved at blinding speeds, fighting from one spot to another as if teleporting.
Though Ye Wudi’s cultivation and speed were inferior to Asaman’s, his blade technique was terrifying. Clashing head-on with Asaman, he managed to hold his own.
“Boom!”
A wave of blade aura erupted.
Ye Wudi, wielding his long blade, unleashed endless sharpness, as if the surrounding air itself was being sliced apart, vast and boundless.
Ye Qiu was shocked. This was the first time he’d seen Ye Wudi unleash his full power.
It was terrifying!
At this moment, Ye Wudi was like a beast breaking free from its cage, displaying his invincible might to the fullest.
Swish!
The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow spewed forth fearsome blade aura.
Each slash seemed capable of splitting the heavens and shattering the earth.
Its killing intent shook the world.
As the fight wore on, Asaman began to feel a creeping fear and started using his superior speed to dodge constantly.
Ye Wudi’s consecutive slashes couldn’t get close to Asaman.
Asaman’s speed was simply too fast.
At this, Ye Wudi began to taunt:
“This is the so-called Divine List master?”
“Asaman, Xiao Jiu called you trash, but I think he was flattering you.”
“You’re nothing but a cowardly deserter! A worthless waste!”
Waste!
Hearing those words, Asaman, who had been evading, suddenly stopped. His cold eyes locked onto Ye Wudi.
“Ye Wudi, don’t get cocky. Your name may mean ‘invincible,’ but in front of this priest, you’re far from it.”
“You have no right to call this priest a waste.”
“Ye Wudi, I know your game. You’re trying to provoke me, to force me to face your blade head-on.”
“Fine, this priest will indulge you!”
As he spoke, Asaman raised his staff, his aura shifting abruptly. A bone-chilling cold radiated from him.
At the same time, a brilliant white light bloomed from the staff.
“Kill!”
Ye Wudi roared, slashing with the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow.
Then came a ferocious assault.
Ye Wudi unleashed over three hundred slashes in one breath, each one razor-sharp and brimming with sky-shaking killing intent. Though Asaman blocked every strike, he was battered to the point of coughing up blood repeatedly.
“Ye Qiu, get ready!”
Ye Wudi suddenly shouted.
Ye Qiu knew Ye Wudi was about to unleash his strongest move. He exchanged a glance with Qinglong and Qilin, and Qilin promptly set up his sniper rifle, aiming at Asaman.
Ye Qiu and Qinglong began closing in on Asaman.
“Old bastard, try taking a few more of my strikes.”
Ye Wudi went berserk, appearing above Asaman’s head and slashing down eighteen times in succession.
Asaman was forced to defend with his staff.
His hand, already split open from his clash with Xiao Jiu, now bled profusely under Ye Wudi’s storm-like onslaught, staining his arm red.
Crack—
Suddenly, a faint sound rang out.
Asaman looked up, both shocked and furious. His staff, under the relentless assault of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, had developed a fine crack.
If this continued, the staff wouldn’t hold much longer.
“Final slash!”
Ye Wudi’s voice thundered, carrying immense force as he brought down one last strike from the air.
This slash was supremely powerful and ferocious!
Utterly domineering and invincible!
Pfft—
The staff shattered instantly.
The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow continued its arc, slashing toward Asaman’s head.
Sensing the impending crisis, Asaman erupted with unparalleled speed, dodging backward. Though he evaded the fatal blow, the blade aura still grazed him, leaving a long gash across his back.
From his left shoulder to his right waist.
Flesh mangled, bones exposed.
“You’ll pay for this!” Asaman roared, turning and charging at Ye Wudi.
Ye Wudi, exhausted from his relentless assault, felt his strength waning but faced Asaman’s charge with undiminished fighting spirit.
“Bring it on!”
Ye Wudi raised the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, two strands of true energy swirling around the blade as he gathered strength, waiting for Asaman to close in.
As Asaman approached, he dodged one of Ye Wudi’s strikes, then suddenly released a cloud of red mist that enveloped Ye Wudi.
“Argh…”
Ye Wudi let out a cry, then his body was flung from the red mist, crashing to the ground in front of Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu quickly supported Ye Wudi, noticing his lips were purple and his face ashen—clear signs of poisoning.
Ye Qiu checked Ye Wudi’s pulse and found the toxin racing toward his heart. He immediately pulled out golden needles and inserted them into several points on Ye Wudi’s body.
“Don’t worry about me. Asaman’s been heavily wounded. Strike now and kill him!” Ye Wudi urged.
“Rest for now. Leave the rest to me.”
Ye Qiu, gripping Xiao Jiu’s war knife, turned and charged toward Asaman.
Asaman chanted a spell, and with a gentle wave of his right hand, the red mist spread outward like ripples.
Soon, Ye Qiu was engulfed by the red mist.
Asaman let out a triumphant laugh. “Kid, it seems you’re begging for death. This priest’s poison-lowering technique can slay gods and destroy Buddhas, let alone a mortal like you…”
Before he could finish, a sharp sword light tore through the red mist, striking Asaman’s body like lightning.
As Asaman was sent flying, one thought consumed his mind: Why wasn’t Ye Qiu affected by the poison-lowering technique?
Why?
