Abe Seikuu was crushed into a bloody pulp by the Qiankun Cauldron, along with his black dog, reduced to the same grisly fate.
They couldn’t be more dead.
The scene was gruesomely bloody, unbearable to witness.
“Return!”
Ye Qiu roared, and the Qiankun Cauldron swiftly returned to hover above his head, radiating light. Combined with the golden brilliance emanating from his body, he looked like a divine king.
The sight was awe-inspiring!
At the Bayi Building, Elder Tang and the veteran generals watched, gasping in shock.
“Too strong! Ye Qiu’s combat power is unreal!”
“That cauldron is miraculous, able to grow and shrink, crushing a supreme powerhouse!”
“Good riddance. Those little devils deserve extinction…”
On the deserted island, Ye Qiu stood in mid-air, the Qiankun Cauldron overhead, exuding terrifying battle intent. Pointing at Miyamoto Takekawa from afar, he said coldly, “Old man, your turn.”
Hmph!
Miyamoto Takekawa snorted, his face brimming with killing intent.
In truth, he’d had a chance to save Abe Seikuu earlier but chose not to, unwilling to share the treasure.
Miyamoto Takekawa had set his sights on the Qiankun Cauldron.
Especially after seeing Ye Qiu use it to crush Abe Seikuu, he swore to seize it at all costs.
Ye Qiu wasn’t even a cultivator, yet he’d killed Abe Seikuu with the cauldron, proving its extraordinary nature.
“Kid, you’re too arrogant.”
“Abe Seikuu was careless and died by your hand.”
“I’m different.”
“Killing you is as easy as flipping my hand.”
Miyamoto Takekawa struck decisively, soaring like a great bird, his right foot aiming a fierce stomp at Ye Qiu’s face.
“This is for your arrogance. Let’s see how you stay cocky after I crush your face!” Miyamoto sneered.
Unafraid, Ye Qiu grabbed the cauldron’s leg and hurled it forward.
In an instant, Miyamoto’s foot collided with the Qiankun Cauldron.
*Boom!*
A deafening explosion shook the heavens, the Qiankun Cauldron flying sideways.
Simultaneously, Miyamoto was blasted back dozens of meters, crashing to the ground.
“I knew it, this cauldron is a peerless treasure,” Miyamoto’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he stared at the flung cauldron.
“That kid’s cultivation is too weak to unleash its true power.”
“I must have it.”
“With this cauldron, I could even challenge a King-realm master.”
With that thought, Miyamoto darted forward like lightning, seizing the cauldron’s leg.
“Kid, this cauldron is mine now. What do you have left to fight me with?” Miyamoto laughed triumphantly, “From this moment, it belongs to me, haha…”
“Yours? In your dreams!” Ye Qiu bellowed, “Suppress!”
*Boom—*
The Qiankun Cauldron suddenly expanded, growing visibly from over a zhang to five zhang tall, its weight surging.
Miyamoto felt like he wasn’t holding a cauldron but a mountain.
Weighing tens of thousands of jin.
The massive cauldron bore down.
Miyamoto gripped the leg with his right hand, thrusting his left palm skyward to brace the cauldron’s body.
But he couldn’t stop its descent.
His face flushed, veins bulging on his forehead.
“Damn, why is it so heavy?”
“Should I let go?”
Miyamoto was unwilling. He’d finally seized the cauldron, only to face this predicament.
If he didn’t let go, he feared ending up like Abe Seikuu—a pile of pulp.
What to do?
After a brief hesitation, Miyamoto made a decision.
“Ha!”
He roared, a powerful surge erupting from him, thirty-six streams of dragon qi manifesting behind him.
Peak Venerable realm!
Miyamoto split the thirty-six streams, eighteen wrapping his left arm, eighteen his right.
Instantly, his arms surged with immense strength.
The descending cauldron stabilized.
Miyamoto exhaled, smirking at Ye Qiu, “Kid, your cultivation is too weak. Such a treasure can’t shine in your hands.”
“As they say, the capable claim it.”
“From now on, this cauldron is mine.”
Ye Qiu laughed instead of raging, “You’re right, my cultivation is weak, so I can’t unleash the Qiankun Cauldron’s true power.”
“But since you love it so much, one cauldron isn’t enough, is it?”
“I’ll give you two more.”
Ye Qiu pulled two more Qiankun Cauldrons from his Qiankun bag, holding one in each hand.
“Two more?” Miyamoto was stunned, then ecstatic.
“Perfect! With these three cauldrons, I’ll have the strength to rival King-realm masters.”
He hurriedly said, “Kid, toss those two cauldrons over.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t take them for free.”
“I promise to leave your corpse intact.”
“So eager? Alright, they’re yours.” As Ye Qiu spoke, he forced a drop of golden blood from each middle finger, splashing it onto the cauldrons.
Instantly, both Qiankun Cauldrons transformed.
Their surfaces glowed, revealing sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and flowing mysterious runes.
Ye Qiu felt a strange connection form with these two cauldrons as well.
Grabbing a leg in each hand, he hurled them at Miyamoto.
In a flash, the two cauldrons expanded, like twin stars, carrying immense force as they smashed toward Miyamoto.
Having used all his strength to hold one cauldron, Miyamoto’s face paled as the two more barreled toward him.
Without hesitation, he released the first cauldron and retreated swiftly.
*Boom!*
The three Qiankun Cauldrons crashed to the ground, leaving three massive craters.
“Didn’t you want my cauldrons? Why let go?” Ye Qiu mocked.
Miyamoto’s face darkened, thinking, *These three cauldrons have recognized their master. To claim them, I must kill this kid.*
His eyes filled with bone-deep killing intent.
*Boom!*
A sudden explosion, like thunder, rang out.
Miyamoto unleashed his full power, thirty-six dragon qi dancing wildly behind him as he charged at Ye Qiu.
The might of a peak Venerable realm master shook the heavens.
“Since you seek death, I’ll grant it.”
Ye Qiu, undaunted, summoned the two cauldrons back with a thought.
Grabbing a leg in each hand, he swung the Qiankun Cauldrons fiercely at Miyamoto.
