Ye Qiu sensed a murderous intent and abruptly turned around.
Soon, he saw two figures emerging from the depths of the dense forest, walking towards him.
The one on the left was an old man.
At least a hundred years old, with white hair, dressed in a long black robe, his face ruddy and his aura as powerful as a dragon, clearly a supreme master.
The one on the right was a man, likely also over a hundred years old, dressed in an extremely peculiar manner.
He wore a black-and-red kimono embroidered with bamboo patterns in gold thread, his face covered in a thick layer of white foundation, deathly pale, resembling a corpse.
Moreover, his lips were painted with bright red lipstick, his eyelashes long and narrow, his eyebrows faintly drawn, his long hair pinned up, and a red rose tucked behind his ear.
When he walked, his waist swayed like a woman’s, giving off an eerie, flamboyant air.
Another supreme master!
The Eighty-First Building.
Elder Tang and the others saw these two figures from Da Dong through the video.
“What’s going on? Why are there more Da Dong masters appearing?” an old general asked.
The War God said gravely, “It seems the Da Dong masters have come out in full force to hunt Ye Wushuang.”
“They’re really sparing no expense.”
“Aren’t they afraid of all dying at Ye Qiu’s hands?”
Elder Tang’s voice was heavy, “Ye Qiu previously used a heavenly tribulation to kill that old man. Now two more masters have appeared. How will he deal with them?”
Everyone stared at the video.
Their expressions tense.
…
Ye Qiu sensed a wave of danger, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the two uninvited guests.
“As expected of Ye Wushuang’s son, such formidable combat strength at such a young age, truly his father’s heir,” the white-haired old man said to Ye Qiu as he approached.
His words carried a chilling murderous intent.
“You’re here to kill me too?” Ye Qiu asked.
“Kill you?” The white-haired old man sneered, “Are you even worthy?”
At that moment, the other man looked at Ye Qiu, smiling, “Honestly, little brother, you’re so handsome, I really don’t want to be your enemy.”
“But alas, you’re my foe.”
“I’m so torn.”
“Mr. Miyamoto, how about this: after we capture this kid, let me have some fun with him first, alright?”
The man struck a flirtatious pose, speaking in a coy, feminine tone.
Ye Qiu felt a wave of nausea, goosebumps rising all over his body.
Bloody hell, a damned freak!
“It’s not the time for your filthy habits. You know our target this time is to hunt Ye Wushuang. Don’t ruin the plan,” the white-haired old man said.
The man said in a娇声, “I’ll just have some fun, I won’t kill him. After we kill Ye Wushuang, then I’ll finish him off.”
“No, if you mess up the mission, we can’t bear the consequences.” The white-haired old man stopped twenty metres from Ye Qiu, looking at him and saying, “Let me introduce myself. I am Miyamoto Takekawa. The Da Dong martial god, Miyamoto Musashi, who died by your hand, was my nephew.”
The other man also introduced himself, “Little brother, my name is Abe Seikuu, the former head of the Onmyoji family. But I don’t like that name. You can call me Little Sweetie.”
Ye Qiu nearly vomited.
He had never seen such a shameless person.
This man, well into his old age, dressed himself neither male nor female and had the audacity to ask Ye Qiu to call him Little Sweetie. Utterly revolting.
“It seems you’re like those I killed before, planning to capture me, use me as a hostage to lure my father here, and then take the chance to kill him, right?”
“Unfortunately, I won’t give you that chance.”
“I’ll slaughter you both.”
Ye Qiu said coldly.
He now possessed nine strands of innate true qi, with the tenth beginning to take shape. Facing these two supreme masters, he felt no fear.
Abe Seikuu giggled, “Little brother, you’re hilarious. Not to mention you’re not a cultivator, even if you were, you wouldn’t stand a chance against us.”
“I advise you to surrender obediently!”
“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. You’re so handsome, I couldn’t bear to kill you…”
“Shut the hell up!” Ye Qiu roared, pointing at Abe Seikuu and shouting, “I despise freaks like you, neither man nor woman. Come here, and I’ll send you to meet the King of Hell.”
“Little brother, why won’t you listen? Fine, if that’s the case, I’ll capture you first and then have my fun with you slowly.”
Though Abe Seikuu was all smiles, a cold aura emanated from him.
“Stop your bloody nonsense and come face your death,” Ye Qiu cursed, “Killing you will be as easy as slaughtering a dog.”
“Hehe, little brother, so domineering! I like it.” Abe Seikuu licked his lips, stepping towards Ye Qiu while saying to Miyamoto Takekawa, “Don’t interfere, I want to have some fun with him.”
“Abe Seikuu, don’t underestimate him. Not long ago, he killed a peak Venerable realm master,” Miyamoto Takekawa warned.
Abe Seikuu dismissed it, “He used a heavenly tribulation to trick that master to death. Without a tribulation now, how could he be my match?”
Miyamoto Takekawa said, “Abe Seikuu, caution ensures a ship sails for ten thousand years…”
“Enough, you’re so old, why so much chatter? Relax, I know what I’m doing.”
Abe Seikuu, exasperated, stepped forward a few paces, striking a delicate pose with his fingers and saying to Ye Qiu, “Little brother, make your move.”
“Remember, go all out, the fiercer the better.”
“Otherwise, you might not last a single move against me.”
Ye Qiu snorted coldly, “Freak, don’t get cocky in front of me, or I’ll smash you to pieces.”
With that, Ye Qiu drew the Emperor’s Sword.
He dared not be careless.
This freak was the former head of the Onmyoji family. Though they hadn’t clashed yet, Ye Qiu knew this man must be proficient in the mysterious and unpredictable art of Onmyoji. Facing such a formidable opponent, caution was wise.
Ye Qiu raised the Emperor’s Sword.
In an instant, the sword hummed, its killing intent like frost, spreading across the surroundings.
“Die!”
Ye Qiu took the initiative, charging forward and slashing at Abe Seikuu’s forehead, aiming for a fatal strike.
“Nice sword, but pity the wielder is too weak, hehe…”
Abe Seikuu chuckled softly, his right hand darting out like lightning.
“You’re courting death.”
Ye Qiu had immense confidence in the Emperor’s Sword. Since acquiring it, he had never seen anyone dare to meet it with bare hands.
Boom!
Abe Seikuu swiftly grabbed the Emperor’s Sword. At the same time, a layer of brilliant white light appeared on his hand, surging with power.
*Crack—*
The next second, the Emperor’s Sword shattered!
