Ye Qiu’s punch heavily injured the Lion King.
The crowd was stunned.
Especially the King Realm experts who came with the Lion King, their faces filled with shock.
Clearly, none of them expected the Lion King to be so severely wounded right at the start.
“This guy is different from ordinary Venerable Realm fighters,” the magician Joseph said.
“Indeed,” the old woman agreed. “He’s stronger than typical Venerable Realm experts.”
Bagu added, “I can sense his strength. He’s likely a body cultivator.”
Slap!
The Lion King slammed his palm on the ground, flipping to his feet.
Looking down, he saw his chest bones shattered, caved in, with a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat.
Swallowing it back, his face alternated between pale and flushed.
“Lion King, are you okay?” Joseph asked. “With so many of us, there’s no need for a one-on-one. Let’s take him down together…”
“I said, no one interferes,” the Lion King shot a cold glance at Ye Qiu. “Today, I’ll tear him apart.”
The Lion King was furious.
He never imagined being knocked flying by a Venerable Realm fighter in front of so many, a humiliating disgrace.
He felt utterly embarrassed.
Worst of all, it happened in front of the Prophet.
The Lion King wanted to marry her, but she didn’t care for him. Yesterday, she called him a failure, and now, being knocked flying by Ye Qiu in her presence, wouldn’t she think he truly was one?
At that moment, Ye Qiu’s voice rang out.
“With that little strength, you dare call yourself the Lion King? Your name doesn’t match your ability.”
Ye Qiu smiled. “I suggest you change it to Dung Beetle.”
The Lion King was enraged. As he opened his mouth to speak, the suppressed blood sprayed out. “Ugh—”
Ye Qiu was surprised.
No way, just suggesting a name change made him this mad?
What a small temper!
Ye Qiu decided to provoke him further. If he could anger a King Realm expert to death without fighting, it’d be a legendary tale.
“Dung Beetle, here’s some news: the Prophet said she’ll only marry me in this lifetime.”
What?
The Lion King’s eyes reddened with jealousy.
He dreamt of marrying the Prophet, never expecting she’d choose Ye Qiu.
Damn it!
The Prophet, standing behind Ye Qiu, rolled her eyes secretly, thinking, *When did I say I’d marry you?*
But Ye Qiu continued, “However, I have many confidantes, so I’ve no plans to marry her.”
Damn.
The Lion King’s face turned livid with rage.
“If the Prophet insists on following me, I could take her as a concubine,” Ye Qiu said. “Dung Beetle, you know what a concubine is, right?”
“You bastard, ugh—”
The Lion King spat another mouthful of blood.
The old woman realised Ye Qiu was deliberately provoking him and quickly warned, “Lion King, he’s trying to enrage you. Kill him, and the Prophet is yours.”
The Lion King snapped awake. Right, if Ye Qiu died, the Prophet would be his.
But then, the Prophet spoke, “Lion King, you and your group killed the Pope and desecrated his body. This grudge is irreconcilable. I’d grind you to dust if I could.”
The Lion King’s fury surged.
“Fine, very well! If I can’t have you, no one will. Today, I’ll kill you both.”
Boom!
The Lion King struck again, swinging his fist heavily at Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu sighed inwardly; his provocation skills needed work. If Master Longbrow were here, he might’ve actually angered the Lion King to death.
For now, he’d have to fight.
Seeing the Lion King’s attack, Ye Qiu didn’t retreat but met it head-on.
He threw a punch.
“Bang!”
Their fists collided, and the Lion King was sent flying again.
Ye Qiu pursued, his speed blindingly fast. Before the Lion King landed, Ye Qiu stomped on his shoulder.
“Crack!”
His shoulder blade shattered.
Ye Qiu kept attacking, his feet striking relentlessly.
Crack, crack…
The sound of breaking bones was relentless.
In moments, the Lion King’s body was riddled with dozens of fractures, his robust frame nearly deformed, drenched in blood.
Clang!
His body hit the ground. Before he could assess his injuries, a gust of wind hit his ears.
Looking up, he saw Ye Qiu’s right foot speeding toward his face.
“Bastard!”
The Lion King was furious but didn’t dare clash head-on. He rolled several times, narrowly dodging Ye Qiu’s foot.
Phew—
He exhaled in relief.
But before he could finish, a sharp pain hit his waist, and his body flew like a ball, crashing hard into the ground.
In an instant, he was gravely injured again.
Yet Ye Qiu didn’t stop.
He’d resolved to eliminate everyone here, showing no mercy.
If he didn’t, he’d be the one dead today, along with the Prophet and all the Vatican disciples.
“Argh…”
The Lion King roared in frustration. A King Realm expert being thrashed by a Venerable was too humiliating.
“Swoosh!”
Ye Qiu unleashed a sword qi from afar.
Sensing death, the Lion King, despite his injuries, used his King Realm cultivation to leap into the air, dodging the sword qi.
But in the air, he became a sitting target.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Ye Qiu fired six sword qi at him.
“Not good—”
The Lion King dodged five, but one pierced his chest, blood gushing out.
The force sent him flying a hundred meters, his back slamming into the ground.
Already injured with countless broken bones, this fall nearly killed him.
Ye Qiu charged, his body like lightning, appearing before the Lion King and stomping on his chest.
“Pfft!”
The Lion King spat a blood arrow, his face pale, his aura fading.
“Stop!”
The old woman shouted urgently. If she didn’t intervene, the Lion King would die.
“What?” Ye Qiu paused his attack.
“You can’t kill him,” the old woman said darkly.
Joseph glared coldly. “Touch the Lion King, and you’ll have no place to hide.”
“Fine, I won’t use my hands.”
Ye Qiu smiled, lifted his right foot, and stomped down on the Lion King’s head.
Pfft!
The Lion King’s head exploded.
