“Divine artifact!”
Agatha’s pupils contracted sharply as she exclaimed, “That kid has a divine artifact!”
“No wonder he’s so arrogant. He’s wielding a divine artifact,” Joseph, the magician, said, his expression turning grave. He studied the Qiankun Cauldron for a moment, then relaxed, sneering, “His cultivation is too low to unleash the artifact’s true power.”
Agatha exhaled in relief. “Good thing he’s only Venerable Realm. Otherwise, we’d face a brutal fight today.”
At that moment, the Qiankun Cauldron descended toward the Kenny brothers and John.
Though it didn’t unleash the full might of a divine artifact, its immense power blocked all their attacks.
Moreover, the cauldron kept pressing down.
The three King Realm experts felt as if a massive mountain weighed on them, bending their spines, unable to resist.
“What do we do?”
“Find a way to stop it, or we’ll be crushed!”
The Kenny brothers and John felt their hair stand on end, gripped by intense unease.
They never imagined a Venerable Realm cultivator like Ye Qiu could wield a divine artifact and nearly suppress them.
“Roar!”
John bellowed, his body radiating various lights as he withstood the pressure. He soared upward, striking the cauldron with a fist.
*Boom!*
A loud crash echoed.
The Qiankun Cauldron didn’t budge.
John’s face changed.
That punch could’ve crippled an equal-level expert, yet the cauldron was unscathed and unmoved.
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
John struck three more times, but the cauldron remained still.
*Hum!*
Suddenly, under Ye Qiu’s control, the cauldron quivered, sending John tumbling to the ground.
In the air, the cauldron glowed, its runes dancing, exuding regal might as it pressed downward.
The three King Realm experts bent at the waist, their knees buckling under the cauldron’s pressure, on the verge of kneeling.
The Prophet, witnessing this, was stunned.
Three mid-King Realm experts nearly suppressed by a single cauldron—it was terrifying.
As the trio teetered on the brink of collapse, their knees about to hit the ground—
“Ah!”
The Kenny brothers and John roared with defiance and rage.
As King Realm experts, standing at the pinnacle of mortal cultivators, being forced to kneel by a cauldron would be an unbearable disgrace.
They channeled their full strength to resist, but it was futile.
The cauldron kept descending, drawing closer.
*Pfft!*
The three spat blood, their backs bending further. If they didn’t kneel, they’d be crushed into pulp.
“I’ll help you!”
Agatha finally acted, hurling her staff.
She was formidable. The staff struck the cauldron like lightning, erupting in dazzling white light.
*Clang!*
The deafening collision left everyone momentarily deaf.
The three under the cauldron suffered ruptured eardrums, blood streaming.
It was a terrifying clash.
Seeing the cauldron unmoved, Agatha stepped into the air, retrieved her staff, and struck again, as if to cleave the heavens.
*Boom!*
The cauldron flew back, hovering above Ye Qiu’s head, shrinking to a metre in size.
“My cultivation is too weak. If I were peak King Realm, this cauldron alone could’ve killed them,” Ye Qiu sighed inwardly.
He noted that since breaking through to King Realm, the cauldron’s power had multiplied.
With the cauldron gone, the three King Realm experts straightened, retreating several steps in unison, staring at Ye Qiu with fear.
They no longer dared underestimate him, having nearly died by his hand.
“You alright?” Agatha asked, concerned.
“We’re fine,” one Kenny brother replied. Though nearly crushed, they weren’t severely injured.
“He’s no ordinary Venerable,” the other said.
Agatha cursed inwardly, *Idiots, stating the obvious!*
If he were ordinary, how could he have killed the Lion King and Bagu?
The five King Realm experts glared coldly at Ye Qiu on the wall.
In his white robe, fluttering in the wind, Ye Qiu’s handsome face was calm, like a divine king descended.
“I told you to come at me together. It was for your own good—you might’ve lived a few minutes longer,” Ye Qiu said. “But only a few minutes. Enough talk. Let’s fight!”
As he spoke, he unleashed his killing intent, a terrifying aura sweeping the heavens and spreading outward.
The temperature plummeted, as if winter had arrived.
“How do you see this, Agatha?” Joseph asked.
She replied, “We’ve come this far. We must fight. If the nine nations’ experts can’t kill a Venerable Realm kid, we’ll be a laughingstock.”
“Exactly. He must die today,” one Kenny brother said. “He’s this strong as a Venerable. If he reaches King Realm, we’re all dead.”
“I agree,” Joseph said. “His combat power is heaven-defying. We must kill him to prevent future trouble.”
John muttered in his language, seemingly in agreement.
Soon, the five locked onto Ye Qiu, their icy killing intent radiating, their faces cold, their gazes sharp as blades.
“You’ve taken my words to heart and decided to team up. Good. It’ll save time,” Ye Qiu said, pointing at them. “Come face your death!”
Agatha’s lips moved, muttering something. Then, the Kenny brothers and John charged forward.
The Kenny brothers shed their outer garments, revealing blinding golden light from two golden soft armors, etched with mysterious runes.
“That’s the Kenny family’s heirloom armor, indestructible, able to block divine weapons,” the Prophet warned.
John produced a three-inch dagger, radiating chilling menace, clearly extraordinary.
“Kill!”
The three King Realm experts roared, rushing Ye Qiu together.
