The old woman inwardly cursed, sensing the power in Ye Qiu’s two fingers suddenly surge countless times.
At the same time, his aura kept rising.
“Crack!”
The next second, the spear’s tip snapped under Ye Qiu’s fingers.
Immediately after, Ye Qiu threw a punch at the old woman.
“Bang!”
His punch was straightforward, devoid of any flourish, simple and direct.
The old woman channelled her power, meeting it with a punch of her own.
“Boom!”
Their fists collided in the air, producing a deafening roar, shattering the surrounding air.
Then, the old woman staggered back repeatedly.
Step, step, step.
She retreated over a hundred steps in the air before steadying herself, staring at Ye Qiu in shock.
“You’ve hidden your cultivation?”
“You’re not at the initial King Realm, you’re at the mid King Realm!”
The old woman’s face was full of rage. She never expected Ye Qiu to reveal his true realm only now, pointing at him and cursing, “You’re despicable!”
Ye Qiu gave her a disdainful smile. “You dare call me despicable? Utterly laughable!”
“Let me ask you, is it noble for the nine nations’ experts to gang up on the Vatican?”
“So, don’t talk to me about despicable. Think about how you’re going to die instead!”
As Ye Qiu spoke, he strode towards the old woman.
“Boom!”
The battle reignited.
Ye Qiu was like an unmatched, heroic god of war, radiating golden light, relentlessly swinging his fists, fully displaying the combat strength of the mid King Realm.
On the other side, the old woman held nothing back, using every technique to block Ye Qiu’s relentless attacks.
Ye Qiu, far from worried, was delighted.
He didn’t use the God-Slaying Whip or even the Qiankun Cauldron again, his purpose being to test his combat strength through this opportunity.
Thus, the stronger his opponent, the more excited Ye Qiu became.
“Boom!”
Ye Qiu fully activated the Nine-Turn Dragon Art, then used the Dragon-Slaying Fist, his fists erupting with dazzling golden light.
The intense golden light was like a blazing sun, illuminating eternity.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Ye Qiu’s fists were like a storm, relentlessly pounding the old woman.
Immense strength, earth-shaking momentum.
The old woman’s expression shifted slightly. She felt an invincible intent from Ye Qiu’s fists, and the relentless barrage gave her a suffocating sensation.
Ye Qiu’s overwhelming combat strength filled her with deep unease.
“This kid is too strong, stronger than I ever imagined.”
“Fortunately, he’s only mid King Realm. If we were at the same level, I’d be no match for him.”
“Someone like this, if not killed today, will surely become an unstoppable supreme powerhouse in the future.”
Thinking this, the old woman’s fighting spirit surged.
After all, she was a peak King Realm expert, far older than Ye Qiu. Losing to him would be a humiliating disgrace.
Most critically, this was a life-or-death battle; defeat meant losing her life.
No matter what, she couldn’t lose.
“Ah…”
The old woman let out a piercing scream, sharp and shrill, like a wail from the depths of the underworld, chilling to the bone.
Then, her fingernails suddenly extended a foot long, each black as ink, glinting with cold, menacing light.
She clawed with both hands.
Instantly, the sky was filled with claw marks, as if tearing through the very void, utterly terrifying.
Ye Qiu’s gaze turned cold.
The old woman’s attack resembled the Nine Yin White Bone Claw from television, but its power was a thousand times greater.
“Forcing Agatha to use this move, it seems that kid’s combat strength is no less than hers.”
On the ground, Joseph watched the battle. He hadn’t acted yet, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was waiting for the right moment.
The Prophet’s face was full of worry, fearing Ye Qiu would get hurt or be defeated by Agatha.
“Pope, bless him, Pope, bless him…”
The Prophet clasped her hands, silently praying for Ye Qiu.
“Kill!”
Ye Qiu roared, swinging his fists, rapidly clashing with the old woman’s claws.
The battle grew fiercer.
In the blink of an eye, they exchanged over two hundred blows. Both were injured, but neither suffered critical wounds, evenly matched, neck and neck.
“Kid, surviving this long under my hand, you can die content.”
The old woman said venomously, “When you’re dead, I’ll take good care of the Prophet.”
“She’s so beautiful, I’m sure many will like her. I can have her entertain guests…”
Ye Qiu knew she was deliberately provoking him, but hearing such words, no man could stay calm.
“Old hag, today I’ll beat you into the eighteenth layer of hell.”
Ye Qiu roared in anger.
On the ground, Joseph saw Ye Qiu’s rage, a smile creeping onto his aged face as he muttered, “Agatha’s successfully provoked him. He’ll fall soon.”
Boom!
The old woman’s aura surged again, her claws slashing relentlessly, as if to tear Ye Qiu apart.
“Kid, forcing me to use my ultimate move, this battle ends now,” she said, brimming with murderous intent.
“Clang!”
Suddenly, thousands of sword intents appeared around Ye Qiu, each three metres long, radiating boundless sharpness.
With a wave of his hand, “swoosh, swoosh, swoosh,” the sword intents flooded towards the old woman.
The sky of sword intents clashed with the claw marks, producing a “clang, clang” sound, with countless sparks bursting in the air.
Then, Ye Qiu pressed forward, using the Thirteen Forms of Tai Chi to neutralise her attacks, followed by the Dragon-Slaying Fist and Six Meridians Divine Sword to continue his assault.
The distance between him and the old woman shrank.
Finally, Ye Qiu drew an invisibility talisman, his body vanishing into the air, untraceable.
In an instant, he reappeared in front of the old woman.
His hands shot out like lightning, swiftly grabbing her ten fingers and snapping them.
Crack!
Her fingernails broke on the spot.
But it didn’t end there. Ye Qiu grabbed the remaining halves of her nails and yanked them out.
Pfft!
All ten nails were ripped out, blood spraying everywhere.
“Ah…”
The old woman screamed in pain. Seizing the moment, Ye Qiu kicked her in the chest.
Bang!
She spat blood, her body flying back like a sandbag, crashing into the ground.
The force of Ye Qiu’s kick was so immense that she smashed a human-shaped crater into the earth.
“Die!”
Ye Qiu raised his foot, plummeting from the air, aiming to stomp directly on the old woman’s face.
