The two Qiankun Cauldrons in Ye Qiu’s hands were like massive hammers.
Each strike carried immense force.
Terrifying beyond measure.
Though Miyamoto Takekawa was a formidable cultivator, he dared not clash directly with the Qiankun Cauldrons, completely suppressed by Ye Qiu’s brute strength.
He kept retreating, dodging.
Retreating again, dodging again…
“Miyamoto Takekawa, aren’t you a peak Venerable realm master? Why are you hiding?”
“Didn’t you say you’d kill me? Why are you backing off?”
“Where’s the dignity of a supreme powerhouse?”
“You’re nothing but a coward!”
Ye Qiu taunted while swinging the cauldrons with ferocious force.
“Kid, you really think I can’t handle you? No matter how strong you are, in the face of absolute power, you’re nothing!” Miyamoto roared, halting his retreat and fully channeling his dragon qi.
Instantly, thirty-six streams of dragon qi converged above his head, intertwining to form an impregnable protective net, shielding him beneath.
Then, Miyamoto charged at Ye Qiu.
With the dragon qi barrier overhead, he no longer feared the cauldrons’ strikes.
But before he could close in, Ye Qiu’s two cauldrons smashed onto the dragon qi net.
*Boom!*
A deafening roar echoed.
In an instant, two gaping holes tore through the dragon qi net, and Miyamoto spat blood from the shockwave.
The two Qiankun Cauldrons fell from the sky.
“Not good—”
Miyamoto’s heart clenched as he hurriedly retreated.
*Boom!*
The two cauldrons crashed into the ground, kicking up a storm of dust that coated Miyamoto’s hair, face, and clothes…
In that moment, Miyamoto looked utterly disheveled.
In contrast, Ye Qiu glowed with golden light, wielding the two Qiankun Cauldrons like a war god, invincible and unstoppable.
“Old man, is this all you’ve got? What a disappointment.”
“I thought a peak Venerable realm master would be invincible. Turns out, you’re a complete failure.”
“An utter waste.”
Ye Qiu recalled the third Qiankun Cauldron, which hovered above his head. He strode toward Miyamoto.
Miyamoto glared at Ye Qiu, his face ashen, “Kid, don’t get cocky. Without those three cauldrons, I’d have killed you already.”
Ye Qiu sneered, “If I were a King-realm master, I could crush you with one finger.”
“So, there’s no use for ‘ifs’ in this world.”
“Prepare to die!”
“I’m kind-hearted, so I won’t leave your corpse intact.”
With that, Ye Qiu attacked.
He first activated the cauldron above his head, sending it hurtling toward Miyamoto from the sky.
Furious, Miyamoto, a supreme powerhouse, was humiliated by being forced to retreat endlessly by a mere martial artist, a grudge festering within him.
If he couldn’t vent this resentment, it would become a heart demon, hindering his future cultivation.
“I refuse to believe that with my superior realm, a few cauldrons can kill me!”
Miyamoto counterattacked.
*Roar!*
He bellowed, a terrifying surge emanating from him.
All his dragon qi wrapped around his right arm, forming silver rings that radiated blinding light.
“Get lost!”
Miyamoto threw a fierce punch at the Qiankun Cauldron.
*Clang—*
The collision resounded through the heavens.
As a peak Venerable realm master, Miyamoto’s full-powered punch not only blocked the cauldron but sent it flying over ten meters.
“Hm?”
Ye Qiu raised an eyebrow, lifting another cauldron in his right hand and smashing it against the one Miyamoto had repelled.
*Boom!*
The repelled cauldron surged forward, crashing down on Miyamoto from above.
Caught off guard, Miyamoto hastily retreated, but the cauldron was too fast, like an asteroid striking Earth.
*Bang!*
Miyamoto was sent flying, blood spewing from his mouth.
This time, he was in a pitiful state, flung a hundred meters, countless bones broken, clothes blood-soaked, hair a mess. Gone was the demeanor of a peak Venerable realm master, now resembling a beggar.
Grievously wounded!
Ye Qiu strode toward him, saying, “A little devil like you dares covet my treasure? Quite the ambition.”
“Too bad you lack the strength.”
“Time to die!”
Ye Qiu raised both cauldrons, smashing them toward Miyamoto.
“Once isn’t enough? Then I’ll smash you a few more times. Let’s see how long you last!”
Ye Qiu swung the Qiankun Cauldrons, relentlessly hammering Miyamoto.
Dragging his injured body, Miyamoto kept dodging, shifting positions.
Soon, he was panting, exhausted.
“Little bastard, if I survive today, I’ll grind your bones to dust!” Miyamoto roared, but faced with the cauldrons’ onslaught, he could only keep evading.
Ye Qiu activated a Lightning Talisman.
*Whoosh!*
His speed surged like lightning, hands wielding the cauldrons in a storm of attacks against Miyamoto.
Soon, Miyamoto was struck again, sent flying, blood spewing.
At the Bayi Building, Elder Tang and the generals watched via video, dumbstruck.
They never imagined a peak Venerable realm cultivator being pummeled like a punching bag.
No, this wasn’t a beating—it was a massacre.
And the one massacring Miyamoto was just a martial artist.
Unbelievable.
“Satisfying! Truly satisfying!”
“Well done, Ye Qiu!”
“Finish that little devil!”
The generals cheered excitedly.
Miyamoto had never been so humiliated. Gritting his teeth, he glared at Ye Qiu, “Bastard, no matter your tricks, you die today.”
“I don’t know if I’ll die, but I know you’re about to.”
Ye Qiu wielded two cauldrons in his hands, the third hovering above, all three striking simultaneously in a relentless barrage.
A terrifying scene unfolded.
Like a war god possessed, Ye Qiu’s fierce assault shattered all thirty-six of Miyamoto’s dragon qi.
In an instant, Miyamoto’s cultivation plummeted from peak Venerable realm to that of a mere martial artist.
“You wanted to crush my face earlier? Now taste what it’s like to have yours crushed.”
Ye Qiu raised his right foot and stomped down swiftly.
“You dare—!” Miyamoto roared, but crippled by injuries and fallen cultivation, he couldn’t dodge.
*Bang!*
Ye Qiu’s foot crushed Miyamoto’s face.
