*Crack!*
Ye Qiu’s foot crushed Miyamoto Takekawa’s face.
In an instant, half of Miyamoto’s face was mangled into a bloody mess.
*Pfft—*
Miyamoto spat out a mouthful of blood, along with a dozen teeth.
“Ah…”
Miyamoto roared in fury, his eyes blazing scarlet. Never had he imagined being humiliated by having his face stomped on.
And stomped so brutally.
The ultimate disgrace!
“Didn’t you want to kill me?”
“Weren’t you so smug?”
“Try being smug now! Try killing me! Let’s see if I don’t crush you!”
*Bang!*
Ye Qiu followed with another stomp, driving Miyamoto’s face into the dirt.
He controlled his strength precisely—if he’d used a bit more force, Miyamoto’s skull would have shattered.
Ye Qiu did this deliberately to humiliate him.
*Bang, bang, bang!*
Ye Qiu delivered a few more stomps.
The other half of Miyamoto’s face deformed, like a crushed watermelon.
“Aaah—”
Miyamoto screamed, struggling desperately, but with his cultivation fallen, he couldn’t break free from Ye Qiu’s foot.
“Old fool, stop screaming. I’m a merciful man. My principle is: if you don’t provoke me, I won’t provoke you. But if you do, I’ll stomp your face and crush your balls.”
With that, Ye Qiu pulled back his right foot and swiftly stomped on Miyamoto’s crotch.
*Pfft!*
“Ah—” Miyamoto let out a bloodcurdling scream, his crotch now soaked in blood.
“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! Aah… it hurts…” Miyamoto shouted twice before clutching his crotch, writhing in agony on the ground.
“A piece of trash like you thought you could hunt my father? Who gave you that kind of confidence?”
“Enough, time to send you off.”
Ye Qiu grabbed a Qiankun Cauldron and smashed it down.
*Boom!*
Miyamoto was reduced to a pile of pulp.
“Well killed!”
At the Bayi Building, the veteran generals cheered excitedly as Ye Qiu decisively dispatched Miyamoto.
“Ye Qiu is finally safe.”
The generals let out a collective sigh of relief, their tense hearts settling.
“This battle showcased our warriors’ might.”
“This kid keeps creating miracles, truly astonishing.”
“With such a glorious record, Ye Qiu deserves a grand reward!”
The War God said, “Elder Tang, it’s time to call Ye Qiu back.”
“Mm.” Elder Tang nodded, activating the speaker to contact Ye Qiu, “Ye Qiu, come back. Your grandfather, the War God, and all the generals are waiting for you at the Bayi Building to—”
“Elder Tang, look at that!” an old general suddenly shouted, pointing at the video.
Elder Tang looked up and saw a black dot on the screen.
The dot moved rapidly through the air, like a cannonball, closing in on Ye Qiu.
It grew larger and larger.
“Ye Qiu, be careful! I see a black dot approaching you, like a cannonball… no, it’s a person!”
Elder Tang’s pupils widened in shock.
The black dot halted above Ye Qiu, revealing an old man in a kimono.
“Another Daito expert!”
Elder Ye, the War God, and the generals all stood, staring at the screen, tense.
They hadn’t expected another Daito master to appear now.
…
On the deserted island.
“The son of Ye Wushuang, truly extraordinary.”
A voice like a thunderclap shattered the air around, making the ground tremble.
Ye Qiu looked up to see a white-haired old man with a flat-top haircut, dressed in a black kimono, standing in mid-air.
The old man’s aura was like a fierce tiger, surging and overwhelming. His crimson eyes were like two terrifying divine lanterns, exuding an invincible presence.
When his gaze landed on Ye Qiu, a chill ran through Ye Qiu’s body, as if he’d plunged into an abyss of ice, an involuntary fear rising within him.
He’d never felt this from Abe Seikuu or Miyamoto Takekawa.
This old man was undoubtedly a supreme powerhouse.
Perhaps even…
A King-realm master!
Ye Qiu’s heart sank as he began strategizing how to face this opponent.
He could tell the old man’s intentions were far from friendly.
“You’ve been here for a while, haven’t you? I’m curious—when I killed Miyamoto Takekawa and the others, why didn’t you intervene?”
Ye Qiu asked.
The old man replied coldly, “Because my target isn’t you.”
Not me?
Then it’s my father!
Before Ye Qiu could dwell on it, the old man continued, “You’re not even a cultivator. You’re not worthy of my intervention.”
“Miyamoto Takekawa and the others failed to capture you, proving they were trash.”
“Trash dies, no loss worth saving.”
“If they had any skill, I wouldn’t have needed to show up.”
The old man’s tone was icy, his words dripping with disdain for Miyamoto and the others.
Understandable— so many experts failed to capture Ye Qiu and died by his hand, a disgrace.
“So, you’re here now to capture me?”
Ye Qiu pointed at the old man, smirking, “You can’t do it.”
“I can’t?” The old man’s gaze sharpened, his eyes like divine swords piercing the void.
Instantly, Ye Qiu felt enveloped by a shadow of death, the terrifying killing intent freezing him.
He silently activated the Nine-Turn Dragon Art to resist the killing aura, then said, “So many experts showed up here today. You must have come out in full force, huh?”
“To hunt my father, you’ve really spared no expense!”
“I’m not looking down on you, but you alone can’t take me.”
“My advice? Call out all your allies now, so you don’t regret it when you die by my hand.”
Ye Qiu had two goals.
First, to probe if the old man had accomplices.
Second, if he did, to get him to call them out.
Facing enemies one by one was mentally draining.
He’d thought the battle was over several times, only for new foes to emerge.
One after another.
If this continued, it’d drive anyone to collapse.
“No need for them. I alone am enough to take you,” the old man said, his hand reaching down through the air.
