Ye Qiu was in grave danger, his retreat sealed by Mr. Cang Jing’s overwhelming aura, with a terrifying sword intent flooding toward him.
He could neither retreat nor dodge; it was either be killed or fight back desperately.
“Fight!”
Ye Qiu gritted his teeth, channeling all his strength to swing the half Emperor Sword.
Whoosh!
The sword qi shot out like a rainbow, a bolt of lightning piercing through the overwhelming sword intent, striking toward Mr. Cang Jing’s skull.
Sharp and ruthless.
This was Ye Qiu’s ultimate strike, the Immortal-Slaying Sword!
If it hit, even a King Realm expert like Mr. Cang Jing would perish instantly, with no chance of survival.
This sword startled the Prophet and Mr. Xiao Ye, who were locked in combat.
“Cang Jing!”
Mr. Xiao Ye shouted in alarm, slashing out with his blade to stop the Immortal-Slaying Sword.
The Prophet was faster, flashing forward to block the blade’s light.
The Immortal-Slaying Sword was about to pierce Mr. Cang Jing’s skull when, at the critical moment, he raised his left hand, fingers spread, meeting the sword head-on.
“Pfft!”
Blood sprayed.
The sword qi pierced through his palm, continuing toward his skull, but the resistance from the hand slowed the sword qi by a second.
That one second gave Mr. Cang Jing time to react.
For a King Realm expert, a single second was enough to do many things.
Mr. Cang Jing shifted his steps, dodging the sword qi, while his right hand swung his longsword, shattering the Immortal-Slaying Sword.
Though the crisis was averted, cold sweat broke out on Mr. Cang Jing’s back.
Too close.
He had nearly been pierced through the skull by the Immortal-Slaying Sword, saved only by his quick reaction, using his left hand to delay the sword qi for a second.
“I failed!”
Ye Qiu’s heart sank, his worst fear realized.
He had hesitated to use the Immortal-Slaying Sword because it was his ultimate trump card. Master Ziyang had warned him that this move would drain all his strength and should only be used as a last resort.
Now, not only had he failed to kill the enemy, but Ye Qiu was also completely exhausted.
No time to think.
Ye Qiu pulled dozens of century-old herbs from his Qiankun Bag, stuffing them into his mouth, devouring them frantically.
Seeing this, Mr. Cang Jing sneered, “Kid, that sword cost you dearly, didn’t it?”
“I must admit, that strike was powerful. Even I felt a lethal threat.”
“If your cultivation were one realm higher, that sword might have killed me.”
“Sadly, your cultivation is too weak.”
Boom!
As Mr. Cang Jing spoke, he swung his sword through the air toward Ye Qiu.
“It’s over!”
Powerless, Ye Qiu could only watch the sword light approach.
At that moment, a white shadow descended from the sky, blocking Ye Qiu and shattering the sword light.
The Prophet!
“Thank you,” Ye Qiu said, touched by her aid.
The Prophet quickly stuffed a pill into Ye Qiu’s mouth, saying, “This is a holy medicine from the Vatican. It will restore your strength in three minutes. Hurry, I’ll hold them off.”
With that, the Prophet took the initiative, facing two King Realm experts from the East alone.
“Boom!”
Mr. Xiao Ye swung his blade with his right hand and punched with his left, fiercely attacking the Prophet.
Mr. Cang Jing flicked his wrist, sending countless sword flowers toward the Prophet.
Light as a swallow, the Prophet dodged Mr. Xiao Ye’s blade and fist, enveloping herself in white light to block Mr. Cang Jing’s sword flowers, while her hands traced mysterious runes, swiftly closing in on Mr. Cang Jing.
“Bind!”
Moments later, the Prophet softly uttered two words.
Instantly, the mysterious runes formed countless chains, entangling Mr. Cang Jing’s longsword.
Seizing the chance, the Prophet struck with a palm.
“Boom!”
Mr. Cang Jing was sent flying, spitting blood.
Having landed a hit, the Prophet darted forward like lightning, moving at incredible speed, aiming to kill Mr. Cang Jing.
If she could eliminate him, she could focus on Mr. Xiao Ye, and Ye Qiu would be safe.
By the time Mr. Xiao Ye reacted, it was too late to save Mr. Cang Jing.
In response, Mr. Xiao Ye slashed at Ye Qiu.
His intent was clear.
If the Prophet insisted on killing Mr. Cang Jing, Ye Qiu would surely die.
At the critical moment, the Prophet abandoned her attack on Mr. Cang Jing, returning to Ye Qiu’s side to block Mr. Xiao Ye’s blade.
Mr. Xiao Ye said coldly, “Holy Maiden of the Vatican, I advise you to leave. You cannot protect Ye Qiu today.”
“He’s killed too many of our people. We won’t let him live.”
“If you don’t heed my warning and persist, once we deal with you, I’ll go to the Vatican and slaughter your disciples.”
The Prophet replied coldly, “Ye Qiu is my friend. If you want to kill him, you’ll have to kill me first.”
“Hmph, stubborn fool. Then die!” Mr. Xiao Ye roared, his blade slashing relentlessly at the Prophet.
His realm was higher than the Prophet’s, and in his rage, his combat power was terrifying, with blade light shaking the heavens. The Prophet was quickly suppressed.
After catching his breath, Mr. Cang Jing walked toward Ye Qiu, sword in hand.
Ye Qiu, still recovering, grew anxious as he saw Mr. Cang Jing approach.
Though the Vatican’s holy medicine was effective, it was too slow. At this rate, he’d be killed before regaining his strength.
The situation was dire.
Ye Qiu rummaged through his Qiankun Bag for more herbs and suddenly spotted the third peerless treasure he had obtained from the Forbidden City.
It was a tree.
It looked like a sapling, planted in a black pot, its trunk as thick as a baby’s arm, golden yellow, shining like gold.
Its leaves were lush and green, with golden veins running through them.
Unsure if the tree could restore his strength, Ye Qiu, desperate, plucked a leaf and put it in his mouth.
The leaf melted instantly, tasting like jelly, soft and fragrant.
Before Ye Qiu could savor it, his eight extraordinary meridians surged wildly, and his lost strength returned instantly.
“Huh?”
Shocked and delighted, Ye Qiu realized the tiny leaf was more effective than the Vatican’s holy medicine.
His right hand quietly gripped the Emperor Sword.
By now, Mr. Cang Jing was only ten meters away.
“Kid, that woman can barely save herself. Don’t expect her to rescue you. Die!”
Mr. Cang Jing raised his longsword, about to strike, when a chilling light flashed.
A bone-piercing killing intent!
