As Jiang Wudaos words fell, he extended his right hand, and a cluster of light suddenly appeared in his palm.
That was a jade longsword, its blade engraved with countless runes.
Ye Qiu recognised at a glance that the sword in Jiang Wudaos hand was almost identical to Ling Menghans jade sword, clearly the two blades formed a pair.
Big Bird, do you like that sword? Ye Qiu asked.
I do not. Lin Daniao changed his tone: But it looks like it pairs with Fairy Menghans sword, so obtaining it would not be bad.
I will help you seize it. Ye Qiu said.
Hmph! Jiang Wudao snorted coldly, raising the longsword in his hand. At once, the power within his body surged like a torrential river, rapidly pouring into the sword.
In an instant, the longsword seemed to come alive, unleashing a peerless edge as the runes flickered, making it appear extraordinarily extraordinary.
Lad, dying by my hand is something you can boast about for a lifetime.
After Jiang Wudao spoke, he was about to strike when he suddenly saw Ye Qiu holding a pitch-black wooden whip.
He examined it closely and found the wooden whip utterly ordinary, without the slightest trace of power.
Jiang Wudao could not help but sneer: What do you mean by this? Planning to use a rotten wooden whip against me?
I do not know whether to call you overreaching or simply foolish.
Even if you hold a sacred artefact in your hand, with your mere cultivation level, you cannot possibly be my opponent.
Ye Qiu pointed the wooden whip at Jiang Wudao: Dare to underestimate me, and be careful lest I shatter your primordial spirit with a single lash later.
Seeking death. Jiang Wudao shot forward like lightning, his sword slashing towards Ye Qius skull.
The sword momentum rolled like thunder from the heavens, its sharp edge seeming to cleave through all things.
A smile played at the corners of Jiang Wudaos mouth. In his view, Ye Qiu could not possibly block this strike.
Yet, to his surprise, Ye Qiu not only did not dodge but stepped forward with the wooden whip, lashing out with it.
What a fool. If not for your insolent words, to be honest, I would not even want to kill you, lest I dirty my own hands.
Jiang Wudaos words had not finished when his voice abruptly halted. He suddenly felt something amiss: that wooden whip seemed to possess some mystical power, binding his entire body in place.
How is this possible?
Jiang Wudaos heart filled with shock. He had not expected the wooden whip in Ye Qius hand to be so extraordinary, but by the time he realised it, his body was already immobilised, and the sword he had thrust out halted rigidly in mid-air.
In his haste, Jiang Wudao could only summon his dragon qi. At once, hundreds of strands of dragon qi erupted from behind him, forming a curtain of light to block before him, like an indestructible shield.
Crack!
The God-Subduing Whip struck the light curtain formed by the dragon qi. With a boom, the curtain shattered in an instant, pulverising dozens of strands of dragon qi at once, and Jiang Wudaos combat strength plummeted.
Pu!
Blood sprayed wildly from Jiang Wudaos mouth, though the binding had already dissipated.
He suppressed the shock in his heart and prepared to counterattack, only for Ye Qiu to lash out with another whip.
In an instant, Jiang Wudao was bound once more.
As the God-Subduing Whip whipped towards him, a beam of white light struck at his skull. Jiang Wudao felt as if a great mountain was pressing down, even his breathing growing laboured.
This is bad!
Jiang Wudao sensed a fatal crisis. In desperation, he roared: Invincible Defence!
Boom!
Dense yin-yang qi appeared on Jiang Wudaos body, surging straight to the crown of his head, where it finally formed a yin-yang taiji diagram in the space above.
The yin-yang taiji diagram draped down strands of yin-yang qi, forming an invincible barrier that enveloped Jiang Wudao completely below it.
Crack!
The God-Subduing Whip finally descended.
At once, the yin-yang taiji diagram trembled violently, but it did not break.
Jiang Wudao breathed a slight sigh of relief to himself: Fortunately, this lad is merely at the peak of the Golden Core stage. If he were at the same realm as me, that lash just now would surely have breached my defence.
Crack!
Just then, a crisp sound rang out. Jiang Wudao jerked his head up, only to see a fissure appear in the yin-yang taiji diagram.
This is bad!
Jiang Wudaos expression changed drastically. Fortunately, the binding on his body had dissipated by now, and he hastily retreated.
Who would have thought Ye Qius speed would be even faster, like a meteor blocking Jiang Wudaos path.
Jiang Wudao was shocked once more: This lad is only at the peak of the Golden Core stage, so how is his speed greater than mine?
Little did he know, Ye Qiu was employing the Step of Ten Li, a inheritance left by a saintly powerhouse.
After blocking Jiang Wudao, Ye Qiu wasted no words and lashed down through the air with the whip.
This time, Jiang Wudao had learned his lesson and harboured no thoughts of counterattacking, intending to dodge.
To his utter disbelief, he could not evade it at all. As the God-Subduing Whip fell, he felt his entire body bound as if by iron chains.
Damn it, what sort of person is this lad exactly? How is that rotten wooden whip so bizarre?
Though Jiang Wudao could not move, he could not simply await death.
As the third saint son of the Yin-Yang Sect, if he were lashed to death by a Golden Core peak cultivator with a wooden whip, would that not make others die laughing?
With no other choice, Jiang Wudao could only muster all his dragon qi and the Ten Great Caverns to resist.
Boom!
The terrifying energy of the God-Subduing Whip crashed down like raging waves, shattering two great caverns the moment it landed.
Wah!
Blood spewed from Jiang Wudaos mouth, but seizing the brief moment when the binding vanished, he counterattacked like lightning. All his power converged into that sword, thrusting madly towards Ye Qiu.
He intended to use his swiftest and most ruthless technique to slay Ye Qiu, lest endless troubles follow.
Yet, he had still underestimated the power of the God-Subduing Whip.
Ye Qiu stood motionless in place and lashed out with the whip. In an instant, a mighty force exploded forth like a decay-withering storm, like a bolt of lightning tearing through Jiang Wudaos assault. The God-Subduing Whip struck Jiang Wudaos chest, sending him flying backwards.
Pu!
As Jiang Wudao flew back, blood poured ceaselessly from his mouth, his aura wilting, his face pale as paper.
At the same time, his heart filled with unwillingness and rage.
He could never have imagined that he, a peak Cavern Realm expert, would be defeated by a Golden Core cultivator.
Humiliation!
This was utter humiliation!
Pu!
Blood sprayed from Jiang Wudaos mouth once more, though this time, it was from sheer fury.
On the other side.
Li Beihai and Wu Qianfan witnessed this scene, shock appearing on their faces.
How is this possible? He is only at the Golden Core realm, so how did he defeat Jiang Wudao? Li Beihai could scarcely believe it.
Under his shock, Wu Qianfan could not help but rub his eyes, exclaiming in horror: Am I seeing this right? That lad sent Jiang Wudao flying?
Even Ling Menghans stunningly beautiful face could not conceal her astonishment.
For so long, in her mind, Jiang Wudao had been a peerless genius, yet she had never imagined he would lose so miserably today, and to a Golden Core realm cultivator at that.
Wudao.
Ling Menghan reacted and cried out in alarm, flashing towards the direction where Jiang Wudao had been sent flying.
Unexpectedly, Ye Qius speed surpassed hers.
