Beneath her veil, Fairy Hundred Flowers’ face darkened, her small hands, hidden in her sleeves, clenched tightly.
If not for her fear of the Yin-Yang Sect, and if not for their overwhelming numbers, she would have acted without hesitation.
Endure!
She could only endure!
Taking a deep breath, Fairy Hundred Flowers suppressed her anger and said, “Young master, your request is truly excessive. I’m afraid I cannot comply.”
The young man’s lips curled into a cold smirk. “Since you’re unwilling to serve me, then you two can serve my brothers instead.”
“As long as you satisfy them, I’ll let your friend go.”
“Otherwise, I’ll kill your friend right now, and as for you two, I’ll have my way with you first, then kill you.”
Longbrow Immortal cursed loudly, “Is this the conduct of a top sect in the cultivation world? They’re worse than bandits.”
Ye Qiu pulled Fairy Hundred Flowers behind him, looking at the young man. “She’s my woman. You want her to serve you? Two words: dream on.”
“Ye—” Fairy Hundred Flowers started to dissuade him, but Ye Qiu cut her off.
“When you’re kind, people bully you; when a horse is tame, it’s ridden. Are we still going to tolerate this?”
Ye Qiu said, “From the start, he wasn’t after the spirit beast. He wanted you and Green Radish.”
“Scum like this should just be killed!”
Ye Qiu’s final words were loud enough for everyone in the room to hear clearly.
“Didn’t expect you to have such a big mouth, even thinking of killing us, haha…”
The young man didn’t take Ye Qiu’s words seriously, laughing as he said, “I advise you to hand over those two women, or I’ll send you to your death right now.”
Another man, clad in armour with a rugged appearance, stepped forward, pointing at Ye Qiu and shouting, “You really don’t know your place, daring to oppose the Yin-Yang Sect. Are you tired of living?”
Ye Qiu said coldly, “I’m not afraid to tell you, not only do I dare to oppose the Yin-Yang Sect, one day, I’ll flatten it.”
Instantly, the room fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.
The Yin-Yang Sect disciples stared at Ye Qiu in disbelief, their minds racing with one thought.
“Is this kid insane?”
After a long pause, the men burst into laughter. “Wipe out the Yin-Yang Sect? You’re spouting nonsense without fear of biting your tongue. Do you think you’re a saint?”
“Even a saint-level powerhouse couldn’t destroy our Yin-Yang Sect.”
“Not to mention, you’re just a peak King-realm cultivator.”
Ye Qiu remained calm and said, “You eat a meal one bite at a time, and you walk a road one step at a time. As for wiping out the Yin-Yang Sect, I’ll do it one by one.”
“Since you don’t believe me, let’s start with you!”
Swoosh!
Ye Qiu suddenly struck, unleashing a swift and fierce sword qi, sharp and unmatched.
The rugged-looking man was standing close to Ye Qiu, and the sword qi was so fast that by the time he reacted, it was too late.
“Pfft!”
The sword qi struck his head, splitting it in two, blood spraying seven feet high.
The rugged man died on the spot!
The Yin-Yang Sect disciples were shocked, clearly not expecting Ye Qiu to actually kill, and so decisively.
The young man’s eyes locked onto Ye Qiu, radiating intense killing intent.
“Who’s next?” Ye Qiu asked calmly.
“Go to hell!” A young man stepped forward, slashing at Ye Qiu with a blade.
In an instant, the blade reached Ye Qiu’s throat, needing only an inch more to pierce it.
The next second, the young man’s face changed drastically.
He saw Ye Qiu standing still, not moving an inch, yet easily catching the blade between two fingers.
“Ha!”
The young man shouted, exerting force, but he couldn’t pull the blade free from Ye Qiu’s fingers.
Ye Qiu’s fingers were like iron clamps, immovable.
“Let go!” the young man shouted.
“Alright,” Ye Qiu said with a slight smile, releasing his fingers. Almost simultaneously, he flicked the blade with his fingertips.
Crack!
The blade shattered into pieces.
With a sweep of Ye Qiu’s right hand, one of the fragments sliced across the young man’s throat. His body stiffened as if frozen in place, standing motionless.
Three seconds later.
“Pfft!”
A gash appeared on the young man’s neck, blood gushing out like water.
“Boom!”
Ye Qiu followed with a punch to the young man’s head, instantly turning it into a pulp of flesh.
Another one dead!
Ye Qiu looked at the Yin-Yang Sect group and said, “Who’s the third?”
“Kill him!” the young man ordered.
This time, ten King-realm experts stepped forward, attacking Ye Qiu together.
As disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect, they were used to being arrogant and domineering. Even when facing opponents several realms above them, no one dared to challenge them because of the sect’s fearsome reputation.
But they never imagined that today, in a remote town, someone would dare to confront them and even kill.
Most crucially, this person was only at the peak of the King realm.
“Opposing the Yin-Yang Sect is a dead end. Kill!”
The ten King-realm experts attacked together, wielding various weapons and techniques, their strikes dazzling and terrifyingly powerful.
Longbrow Immortal and Fairy Hundred Flowers were about to act when Ye Qiu said, “Step back. They’re no threat to me.”
As he spoke, Ye Qiu threw a punch from a distance.
“Bang!”
The closest King-realm expert was obliterated on the spot. Following that, Ye Qiu moved both hands, unleashing the Dragon-Slaying Fist.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Ye Qiu’s fists erupted with brilliant golden light. Each punch landed, and a Yin-Yang Sect disciple was blasted apart.
In the blink of an eye, all ten King-realm experts were dead.
“They say the Yin-Yang Sect is the top sect in the Eastern Wasteland. Now it seems, nothing special.”
Ye Qiu’s calm voice echoed through the inn.
The remaining Yin-Yang Sect disciples were stunned by Ye Qiu’s methods, trembling in fear and not daring to step forward.
As for the young man, his face was so dark it seemed it could drip water.
“Anyone else?” Ye Qiu said, his gaze provocatively fixed on the young man.
The young man said coldly, “Killing our Yin-Yang Sect members, you’re truly bold.”
“No matter what, I won’t spare you today.”
“Go, kill him.”
The young man was clearly their leader. At his command, the remaining disciples, though afraid, had no choice but to charge at Ye Qiu.
In less than ten seconds, they were all dead.
In total, twenty-three Yin-Yang Sect members, except for the young man, had all perished at Ye Qiu’s hands.
“Your turn!”
Ye Qiu’s gaze fell on the young man, cold as frost.
