Slay the God!
Hearing these two words—everyone’s hearts jolted.
They all understood what Ye Qiu was about to do.
Ye Qiu strode toward the cliff—his figure tall and resolute—exuding the air of a hero marching to a fateful battle—never to return.
“Ye Qiu—”
Su Xiaoxiao suddenly called out.
Ye Qiu paused—turning to look at her.
Su Xiaoxiao said softly: “Be careful.”
Ye Qiu gave a faint smile—then continued forward—ascending the cliff. Soon—he stood before the stilted building at the peak.
He pushed the door and entered.
“Can he succeed?” Tang Fei whispered.
Qilin said: “The Witch God was once the second-ranked master on the God List. If his strength has recovered—this fight will put immense pressure on Ye Qiu. He might even risk his life.”
Hearing Qilin—Han Long said: “How about I lead the brothers to charge up and take down the Witch God?”
Qilin shook his head: “A second-ranked God List master stands at the pinnacle of martial arts. Such a master can take a general’s head amidst an army of millions. Forget our few thousand—even tens of thousands couldn’t stop a second-ranked master’s slaughter.”
Han Long was stunned.
Tens of thousands couldn’t stop him?
Was a second-ranked God List master that terrifying?
Zhao Hu said worriedly: “If Brother Ye Qiu isn’t a match for the Witch God—what then?”
“Ninth Thousand Years has fallen—and Brother Ye Qiu just became master. If he dies here—the Dragon Gate will descend into chaos.”
“We need to find a way to help him.”
Tang Fei felt the same—wanting to aid Ye Qiu—but after racking his brain—he couldn’t think of a good plan.
“At that level of combat—we can’t intervene. This fight depends on Ye Qiu alone.”
Qilin glanced at Cao Yuan’s body—saying: “I hope Ninth Thousand Years’ spirit watches over Ye Qiu.”
…
In the stone cave.
After circulating his energy—the Witch God stabilised the churning qi and blood in his chest—his expression returning to normal.
Then.
He rose and approached Su Luoying.
Her white dress—torn by him—left only a thin undergarment. Her body—like lustrous jade—glowed white—radiating a fatal allure.
“Tsk—tsk—tsk. Truly Miaojiang’s top beauty—so stunning.”
The Witch God circled Su Luoying—admiring her—his small eyes glinting with green light.
Su Luoying—ashamed and furious—couldn’t help but curse: “Shameless old man.”
Slap!
The Witch God struck her face—showing no mercy—snarling: “Dare curse me? Tired of living?”
After hearing his earlier words—Su Luoying’s heart had already turned to ash. She cursed again: “The mighty Witch God—treating a weak woman like this—despicable!”
This time—the Witch God didn’t get angry—but laughed: “Su Luoying—don’t call me despicable. A beauty like you is beyond common men. Only I am worthy of you.”
“Offering yourself to me is your honour.”
“Serve me well—and if I’m pleased—I might spare your life. Perhaps—when I’m unrivalled—I’ll find a way to defy fate for you.”
Su Luoying’s face flushed with rage—cursing: “Disgusting!”
The Witch God chuckled: “Don’t say that. Once you experience my prowess—you might find yourself lost in pleasure—unable to resist.”
With that—
The Witch God raised his withered hands—reaching for Su Luoying—so excited that his hands trembled slightly.
“After waiting over twenty years—I’ll finally have you.”
The thought of possessing Su Luoying—perfecting his divine technique—and becoming the world’s top master—thrilled him.
“Get lost!” Su Luoying shouted.
The Witch God seemed deaf—his hands inching closer.
His movements were slow—cautious—as if Su Luoying were porcelain—fearful of breaking her.
Su Luoying closed her eyes.
She accepted her fate.
She knew escape from the Witch God’s grasp was impossible—he’d planned for this day for years.
Two tears traced down her exquisite face.
As his hands neared her shoulders—a mocking voice rang out.
“Old as you are—with such lust—can your body handle it?”
The sudden voice startled the Witch God—he whipped his head around.
A young man—sword strapped to his back—stood at the cave entrance.
“Who are you?” the Witch God asked gravely.
As a supreme master—he sensed this young man’s strength through his aura.
Focused on Su Luoying—he’d overlooked the possibility of an intruder—otherwise—he’d have noticed him sooner.
The young man smiled slightly—saying: “I’m Ye Qiu!”
Ye Qiu hadn’t expected to walk into such a scene.
His gaze swept past the Witch God—landing on Su Luoying—his heart skipping.
Beautiful!
Stunningly beautiful!
Ye Qiu was no stranger to beauty—Lin Jingzhi—Bai Bing—Qin Wan—Qianshan Xue—Qiu Shan Nange—all were peerless.
Yet Su Luoying’s allure rivalled his confidantes—her figure delicate—skin like tender jade—her exquisite face pale with a sickly pallor—a living Lin Daiyu.
One glance stirred pity.
Su Luoying—resigned to despair—saw a handsome man appear—her lovely eyes sparking with hope—but she quickly said: “Young master—leave now.”
Young master?
Ye Qiu froze—his gaze shifting to the Witch God’s face—studying it—then spitting out two words:
“Bloody ugly!”
The Witch God’s expression darkened—his eyes sharp as knives—glaring at Ye Qiu. He snorted coldly—saying: “Ye Qiu—I’ve heard of you. If I recall—you’re the Dragon Gate’s Xuanwu Envoy?”
“Was—now I’m not,” Ye Qiu said: “I’m the Dragon Gate’s master now.”
Oh?
Surprise crossed the Witch God’s aged face—then he laughed: “Cao Yuan was a fool—handing the Dragon Gate to a greenhorn. Isn’t he afraid you’ll ruin his hard-built legacy?”
“But it doesn’t matter—the Dragon Gate will soon be crushed by me.”
“Hahaha…”
The Witch God laughed—his withered wrinkles quivering.
Ye Qiu felt a wave of disgust—saying bluntly: “Old thing—can you stop laughing? Has no one told you how ugly you look when you laugh?”
“Insolent!” the Witch God roared: “Daring to speak to me like that—you’re courting death.”
But Ye Qiu grew bolder.
Pointing at Su Luoying—he said to the Witch God: “Release her—and I’ll leave you a whole corpse.”
“You want to kill me? Are you worthy?”
With that—the Witch God unleashed a massive aura—nine streams of true qi manifesting behind him.
