In the Forbidden City, a shocking sword intent suddenly erupted, vast and majestic, striking fear into all.
Dragon Two’s eyes narrowed. He sensed the sword intent’s strength.
A sword talisman!
Ye Qiu instantly recognized Master Longbrow’s move. With no time to curse the old man, he quickly said, “Everyone, prepare to strike.”
War God and the others readied for battle.
“Dragon Two, let’s see if you, an immortal cultivator, can withstand my sword talisman,” Master Longbrow declared, stomping his right foot heavily.
“Thud.”
His body shot three meters into the air.
Then, extending his right hand, he shouted, “Sword, come!”
Whoosh—
The swirling snow seemed to heed his call, dancing wildly and condensing into an ice sword.
Gripping it, Master Longbrow’s aura transformed, like a peerless swordsman.
This mirrored his display in the Northern Border.
The spectators’ eyes widened, stunned by his technique.
“Damn it, showing off at a time like this?” Ye Qiu cursed inwardly.
Dragon Lady, recalling something, said, “Wudi, doesn’t this feel familiar?”
“Familiar? Not really,” Ye Wudi feigned ignorance. “Longbrow’s often unreliable, but sometimes he’s impressive.”
Dragon Lady asked, “You mean like in the Northern Border?”
Ye Wudi panicked, chuckling awkwardly, “Honey, what are you talking about? I don’t follow.”
“Still playing dumb?” Dragon Lady said coldly. “Don’t think I don’t know. In the Northern Border, Longbrow posed as Ye Wushuang with a sword talisman to scare me off.”
Ye Wudi said, “Honey, let me explain…”
“No need,” Dragon Lady, surprisingly, wasn’t angry.
Ye Wudi was puzzled. Normally, this tigress would’ve erupted.
Dragon Lady said, “In the face of life and death, these are trivial. We don’t even know if we’ll survive tonight.”
“But if we make it out alive, I’ll settle the score.”
“Especially with you. I’ll make you too weak to stand.”
Ye Wudi’s legs trembled. “Honey, it was Longbrow who tricked you, not me!”
Dragon Lady retorted, “We’ve been together so long, and you didn’t tell me? You still say it’s not your fault?”
“Honey…”
Boom!
Before Ye Wudi could finish, Master Longbrow struck.
The ice sword shot out, forming a massive blade several meters long, radiating peerless sharpness and terrifying sword intent, slashing at Dragon Two.
“Dragon Two, go… go to hell!”
Master Longbrow meant to say “die,” but seeing Dragon Two’s reaction, he cursed instead.
Dragon Two stood still, extending his right hand with fingers spread, then clenched it.
“Pop!”
The ice sword shattered, and the shocking sword intent vanished instantly.
“I told you, you don’t understand an immortal cultivator’s power.”
“Longbrow, I’ll give you one more chance. Use whatever you’ve got.”
“If you can harm a single hair on me next, I’ll let you leave the Forbidden City alive.”
Dragon Two’s tone was arrogant, dismissing Master Longbrow entirely.
“I’m not planning to leave alive today. Before I die, I’ll drag you down with me,” Master Longbrow declared, sitting cross-legged. He bit both middle fingers, blood spurting like threads into the air, forming two large “Thunder” characters as his hands moved.
Ye Qiu recognized it: Master Longbrow was using the Five Thunder Technique, deploying two at once.
Moments later.
“Boom!”
Ten thunderbolts crashed from the sky toward Dragon Two’s head, their might terrifying.
At the same time, Master Longbrow spewed blood, his aura wilting to its limit.
Yet, facing this powerful attack, Dragon Two only smiled faintly.
“That’s it?”
Smack!
He struck a palm upward, and the ten thunderbolts vanished without a trace.
What?
Ye Qiu and the others were stunned.
“Too weak. Got anything stronger?” Dragon Two asked.
Master Longbrow, hearing this, spat blood in anger.
“Trash!”
Dragon Two cursed, pointing at Ye Qiu and the others, “Come here and die.”
They stood still.
“Not coming? Fine, I’ll send you on your way.” Dragon Two took one step, crossing twenty meters to reach them.
Slash!
Ye Wudi swung his blade.
Dragon Two, unfazed, emitted a shimmering white light, like a glass shield enveloping him.
Boom!
The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow struck the light, causing an explosion. Ye Wudi was thrown back.
Crack!
Over a dozen of Ye Wudi’s bones broke. He struggled but couldn’t rise.
“Kill!”
War God, Dragon Lady, and Master Du’e charged at Dragon Two.
Dragon Two threw three punches.
Bang!
The three were gravely injured, sent flying with blood spraying.
“Your turn, kid.”
Dragon Two beckoned to Ye Qiu.
Gripping the Emperor Sword, Ye Qiu unleashed a frenzy of attacks.
Six Meridian Divine Sword, Killing Technique, Thirteen Tai Chi Forms, Maoshan Talismans, Grass Sword Technique…
He used every trump card.
But it was useless.
“Smack!”
Dragon Two slapped Ye Qiu, then flickered, kicking him flying.
Before Ye Qiu landed, another slap sent him soaring again.
Ye Qiu became a punching bag, tossed around in the air.
Three minutes passed.
Dragon Two stopped.
Clang!
Ye Qiu fell, crashing to the ground, mangled beyond recognition.
Though his body was extraordinarily tough, he was now torn open, a horrific sight.
His outer clothes were shredded, revealing a white robe stained red with blood, embroidered with a “Ye” character.
Seeing it, Dragon Two’s eyes turned cold.
“You’re indeed that man’s son!”
“Perfect!”
“I’ll kill you now, reuniting you and your father in the underworld.”
Dragon Two raised his foot to crush Ye Qiu’s head.
“Stop!”
Old Tang couldn’t sit still, standing up and pleading, “Second Master, Ye Qiu is my granddaughter’s husband. For my sake, can you spare him?”
Dragon Two glanced at Old Tang, sneering, “Is your face worth anything?”
“You—” Old Tang was shocked and furious.
“Kid, farewell!” Dragon Two’s foot descended toward Ye Qiu’s head.
But before it landed, a cold light flashed like lightning.
Dragon Two, unaware of the danger, was sent flying a hundred meters, pinned to the city wall by a sword.
