*Buzz!*
The heavens and earth trembled.
Streaks of red light transformed into chains, forming a cage that trapped Ye Qiu避雷針
Ye Qiu immediately felt a suffocating sensation, as if imprisoned in an inescapable celestial jail, shrouded in darkness, with death looming at any moment.
*Boom!*
Ye Qiu resisted fiercely, his Dragon-Slaying Fist relentlessly striking the cage, producing thunderous roars.
Each punch sparked, yet the cage was incredibly sturdy, unshaken.
“Little brother, remember what I said, you can beg for mercy when you can’t take it anymore!” Abe Seikuu giggled coyly.
“Thinking you can trap me with a cage, you’re delusional.”
Ye Qiu pushed his combat strength to the limit, his blood qi surging like molten lava, rapidly wrapping his nine strands of innate true qi around his arms.
Left hand, Taiji Thirteen Forms.
Right hand, Dragon-Slaying Fist.
*Boom!*
Ye Qiu struck with both hands simultaneously.
In an instant, the sky was filled with fist imprints, terrifyingly powerful.
*Bang, bang, bang!*
In a fleeting moment, Ye Qiu unleashed seventy-two moves, making the cage tremble violently.
Abe Seikuu’s eyes narrowed, his heart somewhat shocked.
“Is this kid really not a cultivator?”
“How does his combat strength feel stronger than that of an ordinary Venerable master?”
“If I let him keep attacking, the blood curse won’t hold for long.”
With this thought, Abe Seikuu pulled several sheets of white paper from the loose sleeve of his kimono.
Then, using his own blood essence, he drew talismans on the paper.
In a short while, he completed six talismans.
At this moment, Ye Qiu was still trapped inside the cage.
“Kill!”
Ye Qiu roared, like a supreme demon king, his hair standing on end, his killing intent soaring.
He was like an inexhaustible war machine, hammering the cage with his fists, making it quake.
Finally, with a *boom*, the cage imprisoning him collapsed entirely.
“Little brother, you actually broke my blood curse, what a delightful surprise, but sadly, you still can’t escape my grasp.”
As Abe Seikuu spoke, he flicked his right hand.
Instantly, the six talismans floated beside him, spinning rapidly.
Abe Seikuu pressed his ten fingers together, forming a hand seal, and softly shouted, “Yin-Yang Infinity, Transform into Myriad Forms, Change!”
The six talismans burst into flames, and with a *whoosh, whoosh, whoosh*, six avatars appeared simultaneously.
These six avatars, along with Abe Seikuu’s true self, created seven figures on the scene.
Each figure looked identical to Abe Seikuu, not only in appearance and mannerisms but even in the look in their eyes.
*Whoosh!*
Suddenly, Abe Seikuu’s true self and avatars moved together, turning into seven afterimages, circling Ye Qiu incessantly, making it impossible to distinguish which was the true body and which were the avatars.
This technique was eerie.
With the true body and avatars intermingled, it could confuse the enemy, allowing the true body to strike unexpectedly, killing the opponent off guard.
Ye Qiu remained calm, standing still.
He knew that to break Abe Seikuu’s movement technique, he first needed to identify the true body.
At that moment, Abe Seikuu’s voice rang out, “Little brother, come find me, hehe…”
Ye Qiu noticed that all seven figures spoke simultaneously, making it nearly impossible to tell which was the true body and which were the avatars.
*Snap!*
Suddenly, all seven figures struck out with their palms, aiming for Ye Qiu.
The palm imprints were airtight, their killing intent chilling.
Ye Qiu swiftly swung his fists, blocking a round of Abe Seikuu’s attacks, then quietly activated his Heavenly Eye.
Under the Heavenly Eye, all illusions had nowhere to hide.
Ye Qiu instantly spotted Abe Seikuu’s true body, but he deliberately pretended not to notice, swinging his fists chaotically in a frenzy of strikes.
“Little brother, come find me, I’m so lonely waiting for you…”
Abe Seikuu’s voice sounded again.
Ye Qiu ignored it, throwing dozens of punches in one breath, feigning ignorance of Abe Seikuu’s true body while actually waiting for the right moment.
After a while, suddenly, killing intent surged in Ye Qiu’s eyes.
“Invisibility Curse.”
“Lightning Talisman.”
“Binding Curse.”
Ye Qiu unleashed three ultimate techniques in succession, his body vanishing from the spot, melding into the air.
Then, using the Lightning Talisman, his invisible form turned into a streak of light, charging straight at Abe Seikuu’s true body.
At the same time, he drew a Binding Curse, restraining Abe Seikuu’s true body.
Abe Seikuu had planned to exhaust Ye Qiu’s stamina this way, intending to capture him easily once he was drained. Suddenly, he felt as if bound by ropes.
“Not good!”
Abe Seikuu’s heart jolted, but before he could react, a golden fist slammed into his chest.
*Puff!*
Abe Seikuu spat blood, his true body sent flying backward.
Ye Qiu pursued relentlessly, his figure abruptly appearing behind Abe Seikuu.
*Bang!*
Ye Qiu’s kick landed on Abe Seikuu’s back.
Abe Seikuu spat blood again, his body, initially flying backward, now hurtling forward, snapping several trees and crashing heavily into the ground.
*Clang!*
A dull thud.
Several of Abe Seikuu’s bones broke.
Ye Qiu chased after him like lightning, aiming to finish him off.
Sensing Ye Qiu’s intent, Abe Seikuu rapidly formed hand seals in front of him, silently chanting incantations.
The next second, the scene before Ye Qiu’s eyes changed abruptly.
He found himself standing before the Ye family’s grand estate, his father, Ye Wushuang, holding an infant in his arms, wielding a sword single-handedly, surrounded by thousands.
“Ye Wushuang, hand over your son.”
“Ye Wushuang, we don’t mean to be your enemy, but your son is a cursed lone star. If he doesn’t die, when he grows up, he’ll surely cause catastrophic disaster.”
“Then, not only will you and the Ye family suffer, but all of us will perish too.”
“Ye Wushuang, this is for your own good, hand over your son now!”
Ye Wushuang stood defiant, his cold voice resounding through the heavens.
“You want to kill my son? You’ll have to step over my corpse first!”
“Ye Wushuang, since you won’t listen and insist on your own way, don’t blame us, kill!”
A great battle erupted.
Thousands besieged Ye Wushuang.
Holding the infant and wielding his sword, Ye Wushuang charged into the crowd, blood soon splattering everywhere.
Seeing this, Ye Qiu’s eyes turned bloodshot.
“Over twenty years ago, my father protected me, facing thousands of masters alone, carving a bloody path out of the capital, his fate unknown…”
“No, I’ve already reunited with my father.”
“This is the Onmyoji’s illusion technique.”
Ye Qiu snapped awake, and suddenly, the scene before his eyes shifted again.
