“Bang!”
Ye Qiu suddenly landed a punch on Bai Yujing’s shoulder, instantly sending him staggering back twenty metres.
“Crack!”
Bai Yujing’s shoulder bone snapped.
His left arm hung limply.
As if immune to pain, Bai Yujing steadied his left shoulder with his right hand, twisted it forcefully, and with another “crack,” the broken bone was swiftly set.
Throughout the process, Bai Yujing didn’t even flinch.
“How do you know my techniques?” Bai Yujing asked.
“Want to know?” Ye Qiu smirked. “I’ll tell you when you’re dead.”
Hmph!
Bai Yujing snorted coldly, summoning his eighteen dragon qi to swirl around him.
Instantly, he seemed cast in gold, his body radiating brilliant light.
At the same time, his eyes were icy, like two divine lanterns, exuding a soul-piercing killing intent.
“I don’t know how you stole my techniques, but even if you have heaven-defying skills, it changes nothing.”
“I’ve laid such a grand trap just to take down you and your father.”
“So today, you will die!”
As Bai Yujing spoke, he drew a dagger from behind his waist.
The dagger, about a foot long, was entirely crimson, giving off an eerie, sinister aura.
“A cursed weapon!” Ye Qiu’s eyes narrowed.
“Ye Qiu, what weapon will you use?” Bai Yujing sneered coldly. “The Emperor’s Sword is nice, but too bad it’s broken.”
“Though the Emperor’s Sword is broken, I have my ways to kill you,” Ye Qiu replied, extending his right arm.
Whoosh!
A cauldron flew towards him, and Ye Qiu grabbed one of its legs.
Bai Yujing glanced at the Qiankun Cauldron and laughed, “Your cauldrons are impressive. Once I kill you, they’ll be mine.”
“Keep dreaming. You won’t live past today,” Ye Qiu said, his killing intent surging like an ocean.
The battle was about to begin.
Bai Yujing and Ye Qiu stood opposite each other, locking eyes from a distance, an invisible killing aura swirling between them.
Even before the fight officially started, it felt like plunging into an icy abyss.
Their fighting spirit soared.
Killing intent permeated the air.
One second, two seconds, three seconds…
Ten seconds!
Suddenly, Bai Yujing moved.
“Kill!”
Bai Yujing roared, his killing aura crashing towards Ye Qiu like a tidal wave.
The dagger in his hand glowed with a bewitching light, like blood, striking at Ye Qiu like lightning.
Killing intent pierced the heavens.
“Kill!”
Ye Qiu roared back, swinging the Qiankun Cauldron with his right hand, smashing it towards Bai Yujing.
In an instant, the dagger and the Qiankun Cauldron met in mid-air.
“Clang, clang, clang!”
Sparks flew.
Bai Yujing’s dagger moved like a venomous snake, constantly flicking its tongue.
Despite the Qiankun Cauldron’s immense weight of over ten thousand pounds, the cursed weapon clashed fiercely with it, showing no signs of damage.
As for Ye Qiu, he fought like a war god, swinging the Qiankun Cauldron repeatedly, his blood boiling, invincible in his ferocity.
The battle grew fiercer.
Their fighting spirit continued to climb.
“Boom!”
The two clashed violently.
Minutes later, they both retreated.
“Fighting like this, even for three days and nights, we won’t settle this,” Bai Yujing said. “Ye Qiu, use your trump card.”
“Next, I’ll make you feel what despair truly is.”
“What it means to be powerless against fate!”
As Bai Yujing spoke, he tossed the dagger into the air, his hands swiftly crossing in front of him.
Instantly, the eighteen dragon qi surged, enveloping the dagger.
The dagger hovered above Bai Yujing’s head, emitting red light, a terrifying killing aura spreading outward.
The dagger trembled.
Swish, swish, swish!
Thousands of sharp edges appeared around it.
Each edge, about a foot long, was short but radiated overwhelming killing intent.
The void shook.
A murderous aura blanketed the sky.
Ye Qiu noticed that Bai Yujing’s technique was similar to his Slaughter Technique, but its power was dozens of times greater.
This was due to Bai Yujing’s superior cultivation and the technique’s inherent strength.
Moreover, even with Ye Qiu’s Nine-Turn Divine Dragon Technique in the Enlightenment Realm, he couldn’t replicate it.
He realised this was an extraordinarily powerful secret technique.
“Thousand-Man Slash!”
Bai Yujing bellowed, his body radiating interwoven light, glowing brilliantly, with thousands of sharp edges hovering above his head, making him look like an unrivalled demon king.
Killing intent swept across the sky.
The heavens and earth trembled.
The thousand edges slashed out in unison, shattering the void, as if the sky were collapsing, unstoppable.
“Boom!”
The thousand edges struck down, as if they could shred one’s soul.
This move was terrifyingly powerful.
The thousand edges formed a storm, engulfing everything, annihilating all in its path.
Each edge carried boundless divine might.
“Boom!”
…
At the August First Building, everyone watching this scene felt a chill run through them.
Especially the War God, a warrior who had cultivated nine streams of true qi. Even through the screen, he felt an icy dread.
He clearly sensed that if he faced Bai Yujing, there would be only one outcome: death!
“Where did that bastard Bai Yujing learn such a powerful killing move?”
“Can Ye Qiu withstand it?”
The War God was deeply worried.
At the same time, he felt profound regret.
“If I’d known it would come to this, I should’ve killed Bai Yujing before he left the capital. It’s all because that bastard hid his strength so well, even I didn’t notice.”
Old Master Ye’s face was grave, his nails digging into his palms from tension, blood seeping out unnoticed.
His eyes were fixed on the video.
“Qiu’er, hold on!”
Old Master Ye prayed silently.
Old Tang held his breath, eyes unblinking, his face full of worry.
“Ye Qiu, you mustn’t get hurt, or I won’t know how to face the Ye family, let alone Tangtang.”
…
Ye Qiu’s heart tightened.
Thousands of edges fell like a torrential downpour, unstoppable.
If they landed, he would undoubtedly be turned into a pincushion.
No, he would be reduced to ashes.
Such a powerful attack would leave not even bone fragments behind.
In this critical moment, Ye Qiu immediately summoned three Qiankun Cauldrons to shield himself.
“Clang, clang, clang!”
The three cauldrons were quickly knocked away.
But the Qiankun Cauldrons were extraordinarily sturdy, the edges leaving not a single mark.
Ye Qiu darted out, hiding behind one cauldron, quietly drawing the broken half of the Emperor’s Sword.
One hand held the sword, the other traced a lightning talisman.
“Ye Qiu, you think hiding like a coward will stop me? Laughable.”
Bai Yujing waved his arm.
Suddenly, a hundred edges formed a vortex, hurtling towards the Qiankun Cauldron Ye Qiu was hiding behind.
“Clang!”
The cauldron was sent flying.
At that moment, Ye Qiu dodged the edges, and the half Emperor’s Sword slashed at Bai Yujing, everything happening at an incredible speed.
“Grass Script Sword Technique!”
Boom!
Bai Yujing was sent flying, blood spraying through the air.
