The Prophet’s face was full of shock.
She hadn’t expected Ye Qiu to speak so boldly in such a situation.
“Since that’s the case, I don’t mind crushing you!”
What did Ye Qiu mean?
Was he planning to suppress Paul and Carl?
No, he meant to suppress all nine nations’ experts!
Impossible!
The Prophet couldn’t believe it. She sensed Ye Qiu was only at the Venerable Realm. How could he have such confidence?
“This man creates miracles. If he dares say this, he must be certain,” she thought. “Pope, may your spirit in heaven bless Ye Qiu. Only he can protect the Vatican’s disciples.”
After shattering Carl’s fist, Ye Qiu sneered arrogantly, “Trash!”
“Ah!”
Carl roared in fury.
As a mid-King Realm expert, being humiliated by a Venerable Realm junior was infuriating.
“You bastard, just you wait.”
Carl raised his right arm, a green light enveloping his wrist. His hand regrew at a visible speed.
Hm?
Ye Qiu’s eyes narrowed coldly.
He knew King Realm experts were prodigies, but he hadn’t expected Carl to have such a trump card.
“That’s Regeneration Technique!” the Prophet exclaimed, explaining quickly. “This secret art restores severed limbs in moments. At its peak, it can even regrow a head.”
In essence, mastering this technique made one nearly invincible.
Yet Ye Qiu remained unimpressed.
“No matter what secret art you have, you shouldn’t act arrogant before me. The consequence of that is death.”
He turned to Paul. “Aren’t you together? Come at me.”
Paul glanced at Carl.
Carl, enraged, shouted, “Paul, stand aside. I’ll tear this kid’s head off myself.”
As a King Realm expert, losing to Ye Qiu in their first clash was humiliating. If he couldn’t reclaim his honour personally, even Ye Qiu’s death would haunt him as a heart demon.
He had to deal with Ye Qiu himself.
“Be careful,” Paul cautioned, stepping back a hundred metres like a wisp of smoke.
“You back off too,” Ye Qiu told the Prophet.
“Be cautious. Several experts haven’t shown up. Watch for ambushes,” she said, retreating to the chamber’s entrance.
Ye Qiu stepped forward, pointing the God-Beating Whip at Carl. “Trash, come face your death.”
“Ah!”
Called “trash” repeatedly, Carl was livid. Roaring, he charged, his fist glowing green.
*Crack!*
Before he could close in, Ye Qiu’s whip struck, sending him crashing to the ground.
“I told you, you’re trash,” Ye Qiu said.
“Aaah!”
Carl roared again. A mid-King Realm expert, yet twice suppressed by Ye Qiu. If the first time was carelessness, what was this?
He’d dominated the Middle East for years, rarely meeting a match, yet Ye Qiu floored him. He nearly spat blood in rage.
Nearby, the Prophet and Paul watched, stunned again.
“He’s only early Venerable Realm. How can he suppress Carl so easily?” Paul’s eyes darkened. “Is Ye Qiu hiding his cultivation?”
The Prophet’s gaze, filled with tenderness, stayed fixed on Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu beckoned Carl mockingly. “Still fighting? Get over here.”
Still fighting?
This kid dared ask such a stupid question.
Carl felt deliberately humiliated. In fury, he slammed the ground, standing abruptly.
“Let’s see how long you can stay cocky.”
His eyes gleamed like sharp blades, cold and piercing. He advanced step by step, his aura surging, the air crackling with energy. Green light enveloped him, making him look mysterious and powerful.
“Tch, your head’s really green,” Ye Qiu taunted.
“Hmph!” Carl snorted, tracing a half-arc with his hands, then pushing forward.
*Hum!*
Brilliant green light wove into an impenetrable net, descending swiftly.
Though dozens of metres away, Ye Qiu felt his skin sting, as if scraped by blades. His physique was formidable, immune to most weapons, yet Carl’s green light was so sharp it could slice him into pieces if it hit.
Without hesitation, Ye Qiu summoned the Qiankun Cauldron.
*Hum!*
The cauldron expanded rapidly, crashing into the green light.
*Poof!*
The light shattered completely.
Seizing the moment, Ye Qiu lunged, whipping the God-Beating Whip.
*Crack!*
Carl was sent flying, his back smashing into a castle wall, leaving a hole.
After a moment, Carl crawled out, dishevelled, face dusty, his white robe tattered and filthy, resembling a beggar.
Ye Qiu sneered, “King Realm expert? Hah, nothing special.”
Seeing things go south, Paul rushed to Carl’s side, reaching to help, but Carl shook him off.
Carl’s face was grim.
Paul urged, “Carl, this kid’s not simple. Let’s team up…”
“No way!” Carl glared at Ye Qiu. “I’ll kill him myself today.”
“Carl, calm down…”
“Get lost!”
Carl formed hand seals, chanting. Soon, dazzling green light reappeared.
A earth-shaking aura filled the air.
Endless green light, dense and suspended, resembled a galactic cascade.
Killing intent spread everywhere.
The heavens trembled.
Ye Qiu sensed a strong threat. Carl was using his trump card.
*Whoosh!*
Ye Qiu vanished from his spot.
“Where’d he go?” Carl, about to attack, found Ye Qiu gone. His anger had nowhere to vent, and unease crept in.
Then, Paul shouted, “Retreat!”
Carl, sensing something, looked up.
His face changed drastically.
