*Crack!*
The Emperor’s Sword shattered.
Ye Qiu felt as if struck by lightning, his body trembling, blasted back dozens of metres.
His chest churned with qi and blood.
In that fleeting moment, he sensed an immense force from Abe Seikuu’s hand.
The force seemed gentle yet overwhelmingly powerful, and astonishingly, Abe Seikuu’s right hand clashed with the Emperor’s Sword without sustaining a single scratch.
“How is this possible?”
Ye Qiu was both shocked and furious.
He looked down at the sword, now broken in two, his heart bleeding.
The Emperor’s Sword had faced countless life-and-death crises with him. To Ye Qiu, it was not just a sword but a brother-in-arms.
He never imagined that today it would break, and at the hands of this neither-man-nor-woman freak.
Unbearable.
Murderous intent surged within Ye Qiu.
“Little brother, I warned you to go all out, or you’d stand no chance against me.”
“Now that your sword is broken, do you still want to fight?”
“Continuing will only bring you more suffering. I advise you to surrender obediently…”
“Shut up!” Ye Qiu stored the Emperor’s Sword in his Qiankun bag, his eyes sharp as blades, glaring at Abe Seikuu, “Today, I will slaughter you.”
“Oh my, little brother, so domineering, I love it, hehe…” Abe Seikuu giggled coyly.
A chilling murderous intent radiated from Ye Qiu.
Instantly, it spread outwards, making the surroundings feel like an icy abyss.
Abe Seikuu covered his mouth, laughing, “Are you desperate to fight me, little brother? Don’t be like that, let’s talk this out…”
“Slaughter Technique!”
Ye Qiu roared, his blood qi soaring, his body glowing as if forged from gold, radiant with light. Terrifying sword intents materialised around him.
*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!*
The sword intents screamed through the air.
In the blink of an eye, one thousand eight hundred sword intents appeared around Ye Qiu.
Each sword intent, about a metre long, resembled a peerless divine sword, exuding boundless sharpness.
Killing intent pierced the heavens.
“Slash!”
At Ye Qiu’s command, the one thousand eight hundred sword intents roared forth, as if to cleave the heavens and earth apart.
This was no mere sword intent but an ocean of it, over a thousand intents forming a terrifying storm that swept towards the ninth heaven.
Undeniably, this was an extraordinarily powerful attack technique.
And as Ye Qiu’s cultivation grew, the number of sword intents increased.
*Boom!*
Over a thousand sword intents unleashed together, each carrying astonishing killing intent, utterly terrifying.
Abe Seikuu’s expression shifted slightly.
Clearly, he recognised the terrifying power of the Slaughter Technique.
If he couldn’t block it, those thousand-plus sword intents would shred him to pieces.
Abe Seikuu raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
*Snap!*
Instantly, a blue butterfly appeared eerily before him.
Then, Abe Seikuu formed hand seals in front of him, silently chanting incantations. Suddenly, a second blue butterfly appeared.
Followed by a third.
A fourth, a fifth…
More and more butterflies appeared.
In less than ten seconds, over a thousand blue butterflies surrounded Abe Seikuu.
“Go!”
With a soft cry from Abe Seikuu, all the butterflies flapped their wings and flew towards the sword intents.
*Puff, puff, puff!*
The blue butterflies shattered the sword intents. As the intents broke, the butterflies turned into wisps of blue smoke, vanishing without a trace.
A few seconds later, not a single sword intent or butterfly remained in the sky.
Abe Seikuu smiled, “Little brother, your cultivation is too weak. If we were of the same realm, this move of yours would give me quite a headache.”
“Kill!” Ye Qiu let out a long cry, clenching his fists and charging forward.
His hair glowed with golden light, as if ablaze with fierce flames, his eyes like heavenly swords, soul-piercing. He resembled a god or demon, unstoppable.
“You damned freak, you won’t leave here alive today.”
Ye Qiu threw a punch at Abe Seikuu.
The force behind his fist was overwhelming, like a mountain crashing down, utterly terrifying.
“Little brother, you’re quite handsome, but not too bright.”
“Competing with me in strength? You’re asking for trouble!”
“Fine, let me show you my power.”
Abe Seikuu struck out with his right palm, enveloped in a layer of white light, clashing head-on with Ye Qiu’s fist.
*Boom!*
Fist met palm.
Ye Qiu felt the force from Abe Seikuu’s palm like a raging storm, sending excruciating pain through his entire right arm.
Yet, he stood his ground, not retreating an inch.
“Oh?” Abe Seikuu let out a surprised sound, a hint of astonishment in his eyes, smiling, “Not bad, not bad. You’re the first to match me in strength.”
“The stronger you are, the more I like you.”
“Little brother, hit me with a few more punches.”
Try? He’d try!
Ye Qiu silently activated the Nine-Turn Dragon Art, his body radiating golden light, nine strands of innate true qi hovering above his head, making him look like a war god.
“Dragon-Slaying Fist!”
Ye Qiu clenched his fist and charged again.
One punch shook the heavens and earth!
“Abe Seikuu, don’t be careless. That kid’s fist technique is formidable,” Miyamoto Takekawa, watching from a distance, called out a warning.
“Do you think I’m blind?” Abe Seikuu quickly formed hand seals in front of him.
He crossed his hands inward, his two index fingers aligned like a sword, his thumbs pressing down on his ring fingers.
“Demon-Subduing Seal!”
Abe Seikuu shouted softly.
Instantly, a mass of black light floated from his hand seal, forming a large seal.
The seal, three metres long and wide, square and imposing, like a heaven-overturning seal, descended from the sky to suppress Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu immediately redirected his fist, soaring upward, smashing it into the Demon-Subduing Seal.
*Bang!*
The seal shattered on impact.
“Hm?”
Abe Seikuu’s narrow eyes turned cold, his hands continuing to form seals.
“Fearless Seal!”
“Lotus Seal!”
“Yin-Yang Seal!”
“Exorcism Seal!”
“…”
In an instant, Abe Seikuu unleashed dozens of mystical hand seals, all aimed to suppress Ye Qiu.
Yet, these seals couldn’t withstand the Dragon-Slaying Fist.
After unleashing the fist technique, Ye Qiu’s blood qi surged, his battle intent soaring. He was like a battle-crazed warrior, fearless and unstoppable.
“Abe Seikuu, stop playing with him. Capture him quickly.”
“If you can’t, step aside and let me deal with him.”
“If something goes wrong, we’ll both lose our heads.”
Miyamoto Takekawa spoke up.
“Stop your nonsense, I know what I’m doing,” Abe Seikuu shot an annoyed glance at Miyamoto Takekawa, then looked at Ye Qiu, saying, “Little brother, I’ve seen your bravery. Now, it’s time for you to witness my true power.”
With that, Abe Seikuu bit the middle fingers of both hands and began forming seals again.
This time, his seals were incredibly fast and intricate, dazzling to the eye.
Moments later, Abe Seikuu thrust his hands skyward, shouting, “Shura Blood Curse!”
