Ye Qiu sliced Cangjing into pieces with one sword stroke.
Immediately after, Ye Qiu’s fist shot out, with a “bang,” Cangjing’s corpse turned into a mist of blood.
Thus, a supreme powerhouse of the King Realm was utterly destroyed, not even bone fragments left.
Holding half an Emperor Sword, Ye Qiu’s gaze was like lightning, a ten-zhang-long dragon aura above his head, looking like a god of war, awe-inspiring.
81 Building.
Everyone wore expressions of shock.
“Who’d have thought, Ye Qiu actually killed a King Realm master.”
“Unbelievable.”
“Ye Qiu crossed two major realms, defeating a King Realm master from the Foundation Realm, creating a miracle. This battle will surely go down in history.”
“When Ye Qiu returns, I must toast him,” an old general said excitedly. “Our country is fortunate, its people are fortunate, to have a warrior like Ye Qiu.”
“And our Ye family’s fortune,” Old Master Ye said, his tense mood finally easing, smiling. “Ye Qiu is my grandson.”
Hearing this, the old generals felt a pang of envy, like they’d eaten lemons.
Elder Tang said, “When Ye Qiu returns, I’ll reward him handsomely.”
Only the War God’s face remained grave.
“War God, Ye Qiu killed a King Realm master, why don’t you look happy?” an old general asked.
The War God said heavily, “I’m worried…”
“Worried? A King Realm master is dead, what’s there to worry about?” the old general said with a smile. “That woman is strong, she should handle the other King Realm master. Ye Qiu’s crisis is over.”
“You’re too optimistic,” the War God said. “Don’t forget, though Ye Qiu killed the enemy, he’s also gravely injured.”
At this, the smiles vanished. Caught in the joy, they’d overlooked Ye Qiu’s injuries.
“Ye Qiu’s skills are extraordinary, and he’s a Medical Saint. Surely his injuries won’t…”
An old general’s words cut off as he saw Ye Qiu spitting blood.
Pfft—
Ye Qiu spewed blood, his knees buckled, nearly collapsing.
He hurriedly thrust the half Emperor Sword into the ground to steady himself, preparing to pluck two leaves to restore his strength.
Suddenly, pain contorted Ye Qiu’s face.
He felt his meridians burning as if scorched by fire, excruciating.
“Not good.”
Ye Qiu quickly activated the Nine-Turn Dragon Art to suppress the pain, but at that moment, a furious shout echoed through the heavens.
“Bastard, I’ll kill you.”
Xiao Ye roared, unleashing full power, swiftly repelling the Prophet, then slashing at Ye Qiu’s dragon aura.
“Crack!”
The dragon aura shattered with one strike.
Ye Qiu’s cultivation plummeted, blood spurting from his mouth again.
Worse still, Xiao Ye’s sudden strike disrupted Ye Qiu’s aura, and before the Nine-Turn Dragon Art could suppress the pain, his meridians began to burst.
Pfft, pfft, pfft!
Ye Qiu’s meridians exploded, blood seeping from his pores, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.
Even his hair was drenched in blood.
“Clang!”
Ye Qiu collapsed, falling unconscious.
“Die!”
Xiao Ye swung his blade down through the air.
The Prophet rushed forward, blocking the blade, her hands tracing mysterious runes. In an instant, thousands of runes appeared.
“Trap!”
With a soft shout, the Prophet’s thousands of runes formed chains, creating a formation that imprisoned Xiao Ye.
“Boom!”
Xiao Ye slashed repeatedly, trying to break the rune chains, but they were incredibly sturdy.
Three strikes only broke a dozen chains.
Seizing the chance, the Prophet grabbed Ye Qiu’s wrist, checked his pulse, and her face paled.
She quickly pulled out pills, stuffed them into Ye Qiu’s mouth, and pressed a palm to his shoulder to heal him.
Seconds later, she withdrew, finding the healing ineffective.
The Prophet formed seals with her hands, chanting softly, then leaned down and kissed Ye Qiu’s lips.
“Buzz!”
A dazzling white light flashed at Ye Qiu’s heart, then vanished.
At that moment, Bai Bing and Old General Bai awoke from their coma.
“Little Bing, where are we?” Old General Bai asked, bewildered.
Bai Bing was equally confused.
She only remembered Bai Yujing taking them to a ship, guarded by super soldiers.
Then, a beautiful woman appeared, killed the soldiers, and took them away.
After that, the woman carried them, moving as if crossing the void, each step spanning dozens of zhang.
Already terrified from the kidnapping, the whistling wind as the woman sped forward caused Bai Bing and Old General Bai to faint.
Waking now, Bai Bing’s head spun, unsure of their location.
“Boom!”
A loud noise came from the sky.
Bai Bing and Old General Bai looked up, seeing a Dong man slashing repeatedly, each strike sending out dozens of meters of blade light, terrifying.
Soon, Bai Bing spotted the Prophet.
And then, she saw the blood-soaked Ye Qiu.
“Ye Qiu!”
Bai Bing shouted, scrambling up and rushing toward him.
“Boom!”
At that moment, Xiao Ye broke free from the trap, slashing at Bai Bing and Old General Bai.
The Prophet sensed it, her body flashing like lightning to block the blade light.
“Ye Qiu’s badly hurt. Take him back quickly. I’ll deal with this enemy and find you later.”
The Prophet said to Bai Bing, then soared upward, charging at Xiao Ye.
Bai Bing, unsure of what happened, saw Ye Qiu covered in blood, barely alive, tears streaming down her face.
Old General Bai, a veteran of battles and hardships, was calmer than Bai Bing. Though he didn’t know the details, seeing Ye Qiu’s severe injuries, he could guess what happened.
“Little Bing, don’t cry!”
Old General Bai, despite his age, bent down, hooked Ye Qiu’s arm, and lifted him up.
“Little Bing, this place is dangerous. Let’s go.”
Together, Old General Bai and Bai Bing supported Ye Qiu, one on each side, and quickly left.
At the same time, those at the 81 Building saw this via video, and Elder Tang issued an order.
“Wei Donghai, lead the fleet at full speed to bring Ye Qiu back as fast as possible.”
