“Clang!”
Ye Qiu’s body slammed heavily onto the ground, his entire frame feeling as if it had fallen apart, blood gushing from his mouth.
Only then did Ye Qiu snap out of his dazed state.
“Why did I suddenly feel dizzy just now?”
“Could it be poisoning?”
“No, I’m immune to all poisons, I can’t be poisoned.”
Ye Qiu closed his eyes to sense his condition, confirming he was not poisoned.
“Strange, what on earth is going on?”
As Ye Qiu pondered, Jiaye Longshu, wielding the Demon-Subduing Staff, charged at him again.
Ye Qiu swiftly rose from the ground.
“Ha!”
Jiaye Longshu suddenly let out a loud shout.
Abruptly, that sensation returned, Ye Qiu felt dizzy, his body swaying unsteadily.
“This is… a mental attack technique!”
Realising this, Ye Qiu immediately summoned eight streams of innate true qi to shield his body.
In an instant, the dizziness vanished.
However, the Demon-Subduing Staff was already before him.
In a hurry, Ye Qiu swung his Emperor Sword, clashing with the staff, a loud “clang” ringing out as he was forced back.
“Boom!”
Jiaye Longshu pursued like lightning, aiming to kill Ye Qiu.
“Slaughter Technique!”
Ye Qiu roared, and suddenly, seven hundred twenty sword intents appeared around him, forming a circle that spun around his body.
Soon, these sword intents merged into one, transforming into a massive sword shadow several zhang long, slashing down from the air.
Its might was terrifying.
Jiaye Longshu dodged the sword intent with a flash, continuing his charge towards Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu unleashed the Slaughter Technique again, and in the blink of an eye, one thousand eighty sword intents appeared around him.
Each sword intent radiated peerless sharpness.
The killing aura was earth-shattering.
This time, Ye Qiu did not let the sword intents merge.
“Go!”
He pointed forward.
Instantly, one thousand eighty sword intents, like a dense swarm of raindrops, formed a terrifying sea of swords, roaring towards Jiaye Longshu.
Swish, swish, swish!
The sword cries shook the heavens.
Over a thousand sword intents, slicing through sky and earth, swiftly engulfed Jiaye Longshu.
“Clang!”
“Clang!”
“Clang…”
The sword intents gleamed sharply, like bolts of lightning, emitting dazzling brilliance, unstoppable in their force.
Jiaye Longshu was held at bay, furiously swinging his Demon-Subduing Staff.
Seizing the moment, Ye Qiu pressed his foot hard against the ground.
“Thud!”
He soared into the air, standing aloft, his eyes brimming with boundless killing intent as he shouted, “Grass Sword Art, Third Form, Slash!”
Boom!
A sword intent descended from the sky, as if to cut down all living beings in the world.
Having just shattered all the sword intents of the Slaughter Technique, Jiaye Longshu faced the Third Form of the Grass Sword Art.
“Break!”
Jiaye Longshu met it head-on with his staff.
“Crack!”
The Demon-Subduing Staff snapped in two, and the force of the Grass Sword Art surged forward.
“Bang!”
Jiaye Longshu was sent flying, a sword wound stretching from his right shoulder to his left waist, thirty to forty centimetres long, with crimson blood gushing from the gash, a gruesome sight.
Ye Qiu’s confidence surged, having broken the Demon-Subduing Staff and wounded Jiaye Longshu, a massive victory for him.
“Kill!”
Holding the Emperor Sword, Ye Qiu used the Lightning Talisman, charging at Jiaye Longshu with the speed of thunder, launching a storm of ferocious attacks.
Jiaye Longshu resisted desperately.
They clashed for several minutes, with Jiaye Longshu gaining more sword wounds.
“Enough!”
Jiaye Longshu bellowed, summoning eighteen streams of dragon qi, wrapping them around his arms.
Each arm now bore nine streams of dragon qi.
Then, he activated the Indestructible Vajra Technique, shielding his entire body.
“Boom!”
His fists struck with immense power, domineering and unmatched.
Ye Qiu slashed fiercely with his sword in one hand while striking with his fist in the other.
The two moved like the wind, clashing like colliding stars, the air filled with continuous explosions.
Soon, both were covered in wounds.
This was a life-or-death battle, both fighting desperately to kill the other.
Jiaye Longshu’s face was ashen, his eyes cold as ice.
As the master of the temple, a cultivator at the Venerable Realm, he had never felt so humiliated.
What he found most intolerable was that his opponent was merely a martial artist with eight streams of innate true qi.
“I will kill you!”
Jiaye Longshu’s pupils were like sharp knives, his fists striking relentlessly, fighting to the point of madness.
Ye Qiu’s injuries grew heavier, blood dripping from his mouth, yet his fighting spirit remained undiminished.
Then, he unleashed all his techniques.
Six Meridians Divine Sword!
Thirteen Forms of Tai Chi!
Cloud Ladder Leap!
Grass Sword Art!
Lightning Talisman!
Invisibility Charm!
Five Thunder Curse!
Slaughter Technique!
Dragon-Slaying Fist!
Peerless Swordsmanship!
…
Terrifying forces swept out, darkening the sky around the pagoda, with killing intent surging to the ninth heaven.
Jiaye Longshu suffered another heavy blow.
His black robes were soaked in blood, countless bones broken, enduring severe injuries.
“Ah…”
Jiaye Longshu roared to the heavens, his eyes blood-red, like a dying lion making a final stand.
“Clang!”
The Emperor Sword was knocked away, Ye Qiu’s hand split open, golden blood splattering.
Jiaye Longshu closed in like lightning, his hands forming seals, unleashing various mysterious techniques.
In an instant, the tide turned.
Ye Qiu went from attacking to defending, from gaining the upper hand to being suppressed at every turn.
Soon, his body was covered in countless wounds, scars littering his form, shocking to behold.
In all his battles, Ye Qiu had never been this battered.
“You dare challenge me, relying only on brute strength? Watch me beat you to death.”
At this moment, Jiaye Longshu’s arms, each wrapped with nine streams of dragon qi, boosted his strength to a terrifying level.
Each punch carried the might to destroy heavens and earth.
Utterly fearsome.
Ye Qiu was battered, spitting blood and retreating.
Jiaye Longshu pressed his advantage, aiming to crush Ye Qiu with his fists.
Unbeknownst to him, his relentless assault exposed countless openings.
Ye Qiu had been quietly observing, waiting for a killing opportunity.
Finally, it came.
Swish!
The Emperor Sword flew back into Ye Qiu’s hand, and he slashed out.
“Immortal-Slaying Sword!”
Buzz!
A grand sword intent filled the heavens, its light flashing like a meteor, gone in an instant.
A bloody hole appeared in Jiaye Longshu’s throat.
In that moment, all his attacks froze, his pupils wide with disbelief.
“How is this possible?”
At that instant, Ye Qiu, like a blazing star, smashed a fist into Jiaye Longshu’s crown.
“Boom!”
Jiaye Longshu’s body shattered.
