Five heads suddenly exploded, blood splattering all over the white-haired old man, making him look both dishevelled and ferocious.
Of the eighteen guardians, fourteen had already died at Ye Qiu’s hands.
Four were at the initial stage of the King realm.
Ten were at the middle stage of the King realm.
Moreover, Ye Qiu was completely unscathed.
No, to be precise, those people couldn’t even withstand a single strike from Ye Qiu and were killed on the spot.
Ye Qiu looked at the remaining four peak King realm experts and said, “My earlier words still stand, you either leave, or you die.”
The four stood motionless.
“It seems you’re prepared to die, very well, come at me together.” Ye Qiu beckoned with his finger, his face full of arrogance.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a formidable figure, let me test you.”
A short old man with exotic features stepped forward, speaking fluent Chinese.
“Your Chinese is good,” Ye Qiu praised.
“I…” The short old man began to speak, but Ye Qiu continued, “Since your Chinese is good, I can let you die with some dignity.”
“Arrogant.”
The short old man roared in anger, waving his right hand, and a battle axe appeared.
The axe, about two metres long, was entirely crimson, as if dyed in blood, exuding an intimidating aura.
The short old man, barely one and a half metres tall, holding such a large axe, looked somewhat comical.
“Kid, I haven’t fought in years, don’t disappoint me,” the short old man said, swinging his axe.
“Boom.”
The axe slashed forward, as if splitting heaven and earth, reaching Ye Qiu in an instant.
“Bang.”
Ye Qiu threw a punch, directly confronting the axe.
“Clang.”
The collision of fist and axe produced a deafening sound, sparks flying everywhere.
“Not bad strength, and a tough fist, worthy of being my opponent.”
The short old man, thrilled by the challenge, continued attacking Ye Qiu with his axe.
Without a word, Ye Qiu took out a Qiankun Cauldron, gripped its leg, and smashed it fiercely at the short old man.
Clang, clang, clang.
After three strikes from the Qiankun Cauldron, the short old man’s axe shattered.
“How is this possible?”
The short old man was shocked.
His axe, forged from extraterrestrial meteorite, was incredibly durable, yet Ye Qiu had shattered it with the cauldron.
In that moment, the short old man was furious.
This axe had been with him for a century, like a brother, and now Ye Qiu had destroyed it, a chilling glint appearing in his eyes.
“You’re dead.”
The short old man roared, charging at Ye Qiu with his fist.
It must be said, despite his small stature and unremarkable appearance, his cultivation was terrifying.
He clashed fists with the Qiankun Cauldron and held his own.
After a few exchanges, Ye Qiu retreated a hundred metres, putting away the cauldron.
“What, after seeing my strength, are you ready to surrender?”
The short old man sneered at Ye Qiu, “Surrendering is useless, you’re dead today.”
Ye Qiu said calmly, “You’re overthinking, since I dared come here, I won’t surrender, I just think you seem skilled in strength, so I want to see whose power is greater.”
“Compete with me in strength? Haha…” The short old man laughed wildly.
Behind him, the white-haired old man also laughed, “Kid, you’re playing with fire, Bruer’s strength is beyond your imagination, he once killed over a thousand wild buffalo in Africa with his fists.”
The other two peak King realm experts also smiled.
Clearly, in their eyes, Ye Qiu challenging the short old man in strength was suicidal.
“Then let’s see how many punches you can take.”
As Ye Qiu spoke, he unleashed the Dragon-Slaying Fist, his fist erupting with golden light.
“Boom.”
His fist surged forward unstoppable.
“Kill.” The short old man roared, fearlessly charging forward, his fist meeting Ye Qiu’s.
Like two meteors, they collided in an instant, emitting a blinding light, the sound of their clash like thunder.
“Boom.”
The heavens and earth trembled.
They fought fiercely.
Using no weapons or techniques, they clashed purely with strength.
“Thud, thud, thud.”
Like two war gods, they collided relentlessly, the terrifying force spreading, making hearts tremble.
“So strong.”
The white-haired old man and the other two peak King realm experts looked shocked.
Ye Qiu’s fists were ferocious, domineering, striking nine times in succession.
After the ninth strike.
“Bang.”
The short old man was hit in the chest, his body sent flying.
Seeing this, the white-haired old man quickly moved, catching the short old man.
Due to the immense force, the white-haired old man was pushed back dozens of metres before steadying himself.
“Bruer, are you okay?”
After stabilising, the white-haired old man asked.
“I…” The short old man opened his mouth, spitting out blood.
“Don’t speak, I’ll heal you.” The white-haired old man grabbed his wrist, his face changing instantly.
He found the short old man’s organs completely shattered.
“Bruer, hold on, I’ll find…”
“Bang.”
Before the white-haired old man could finish, the short old man’s chest burst open, a bloody hole appearing, his shattered organs and blood spraying out.
“I said I’d let you die with some dignity.”
Ye Qiu’s cold voice rang out, then he stepped forward.
If they wouldn’t leave, they would die.
The other two peak King realm experts exchanged glances and charged at Ye Qiu together.
Ye Qiu swung his fists to meet them.
“Boom.”
A great battle erupted.
Ye Qiu pushed the Dragon-Slaying Fist to its limit, fist imprints filling the sky, crushing the two peak King realm experts before they could get close.
Swoosh.
Ye Qiu moved like an arrow, charging like a volcano erupting, invincible.
In less than three minutes, the two peak King realm experts were obliterated by Ye Qiu.
Then, Ye Qiu summoned four Qiankun Cauldrons, attacking the white-haired old man.
The four cauldrons, like building blocks, stacked together, rapidly descending from the sky.
“Crack.”
The white-haired old man struck upward with a palm, blocking the cauldrons’ momentum.
At that moment, Ye Qiu shouted.
“Enlarge.”
The four cauldrons suddenly grew, like four mountains, weighing hundreds of thousands of pounds.
Caught off guard, the white-haired old man was crushed.
“Boom.”
The four cauldrons smashed into the ground, creating a massive pit.
With a thought, Ye Qiu recalled the cauldrons, looking down to see the white-haired old man’s body flattened like paper in the pit.
Thus, all eighteen guardians perished.
Immediately after, Ye Qiu made a bold move…
