In the instant Pei Gang’s head burst, his nascent soul shot out. He sought to flee the scene.
Yet Ye Qiu struck faster.
“Swish!”
Ye Qiu reached out with one hand. He seized Pei Gang’s nascent soul in a grip.
“Halt!” Wei Wuji saw trouble. He bellowed loud.
Who knew, Ye Qiu’s lips curled in cold smile. His hand clenched with sudden force.
“Bang!”
Pei Gang’s nascent soul shattered.
In a flash, silence gripped the whole field.
Afar, the onlookers felt chill through their bodies. Only after a good while did they snap back.
“Done for, done for. That lad pierced the heavens.”
“He killed Pei Gang. Soul Separation Sect folk will not spare him.”
“See? He lives not long…”
Whoosh!
Ye Qiu crossed the long sky in one step. He came before those who spoke. He said, “How long I live lies not with you. But how long you live lies with me.”
Bang.
Ye Qiu punched out. Those dozen or so cultivators gave no cry. They died on the spot.
The scene sank into deathly hush.
Not far off, Wei Wuji, Cao Mao, and the rest grew grave. Ye Qiu’s war power chilled their hearts. His dominance stirred unease more.
“Cannot let this man live.” Killing intent gleamed in Wei Wuji’s eyes.
Just then, Ye Qiu’s gaze turned their way. It fell on Wei Wuji. In cold pride, he said, “If I heard right, you just told me to halt, yes?”
“What are you to tell me halt?”
“Crawl over. I send you on your way!”
Shock gripped all.
No one dreamed, after killing Pei Gang, Ye Qiu dared such bold challenge to Wei Wuji.
“Hmph!”
Wei Wuji gave a heavy cold hum. As Great Wei prince, he never faced such slight before.
“To act arrogant before this prince merits death beyond regret.”
After Wei Wuji spoke, he raised his right foot. Set to step out. All sudden, a figure flashed past him.
Ancient Desolate Holy Land, Tuoba Xiong!
“I go meet him.”
Tuoba Xiong strode forward. He looked at Ye Qiu. Vast fight intent filled his eyes. As he walked, he said, “You just broke to Cave Heaven peak, yet felled Pei Gang. This war power holds merit.”
“Shame you too arrogant.”
“Arrogant folk often live short.”
Ye Qiu pointed at Tuoba Xiong and barked, “Quit the damn prattle. Crawl over. I turn you to dead bear.”
“Insolent!” As Tuoba Xiong’s words fell, blazing golden light burst from his body. His whole form seemed a star. Light beamed myriad.
And Tuoba Xiong’s body brimmed with strong dominance. It seemed set to sweep nine heavens and ten earths. Suppress through the ages.
“Thud!”
Tuoba Xiong stepped into the air. Huge power shook surroundings to tremble without cease. Terror war force like raging waves and billows.
The crowd startled.
“So strong!”
“Worth Ancient Desolate Holy Land saint son. Fierce!”
“That lad likely nears his end!”
Tuoba Xiong raised his right hand overhead. He clenched his fist tight. In a flash, golden light gleamed bright on his fist.
At the same time, dazzling light poured from his body. His whole form seemed draped in golden war armour. Godly and martial.
“Heaven Earth Tyrant Fist!”
Tuoba Xiong bellowed fierce. Terror power burst from his fist. Like rolling rivers, it crushed towards Ye Qiu.
This punch held utmost terror.
Where the fist passed, wind and thunder rang in the void. Boundless dominance spread wide.
“Taiji Thirteen Forms!”
Ye Qiu sneered cold. He used Taiji Thirteen Forms. Power in his hands flowed like water. Endless and soft.
Now Ye Qiu stood at Cave Heaven peak strength. He used Taiji Thirteen Forms again. Power dwarfed all past by unknown folds.
Before, he clashed with Ancient Desolate Holy Land’s Tuoba Ye. He knew Heaven Earth Tyrant Fist well. This fist law, like Dragon Slaughter Fist, stood utmost rigid and fierce.
Thus Ye Qiu now used Taiji Thirteen Forms. He aimed to conquer rigid with soft.
As expected.
When Tuoba Xiong’s fist smashed down, like river straight flow. Power poured out. It brimmed with matchless dominance.
Yet Ye Qiu’s Taiji Thirteen Forms seemed soft and powerless. It巧妙 unloaded Tuoba Xiong’s power.
Four taels to shift a thousand jin.
Ye Qiu’s hands swung. Soon a Taiji Eight Trigrams appeared between his palms. Vivid and alive.
Ye Qiu in white robe already seemed dust-free and peerless. Now with Taiji Eight Trigrams surged from his palm heart, he gained more immortal air. Like a fairy practised fist.
Real Person Chang Mei saw this. Shock filled him. “Never thought never thought. The little brat trained Taiji Thirteen Forms to such degree. Talent truly a touch stronger than this poor Daoist.”
Lin Da Niao muttered by his side, “Just a touch stronger?”
Slap!
Real Person Chang Mei backhanded a slap on Lin Da Niao’s forehead. Displeased, he said, “What did you say? Dare question this poor Daoist?”
“No no.” Lin Da Niao clutched his forehead. “I just meant to remind Daoist, keep some face in life!”
“You seek death?” Real Person Chang Mei glared fierce.
Lin Da Niao’s neck shrank in fright. He hid quick behind Mo Tianji. Feared Real Person Chang Mei struck again.
Mo Tianji looked at Ye Qiu. He said, “Big brother’s fist set truly fine. Rigid and soft as one, yin and yang fused. Just the bane of Heaven Earth Tyrant Fist.”
Real Person Chang Mei’s eyes rolled. He said, “Junior brother, think little brat wins this fight?”
“Of course.” Mo Tianji said. “I trust big brother full.”
“Then how long till little brat beats Tuoba Xiong?” Real Person Chang Mei said. “We wager. If you lose, give me a treasure.”
Mo Tianji said, “Senior brother, if you lose?”
Real Person Chang Mei said, “If I lose, I streak three laps.”
“Deal.” Mo Tianji said. “Less than a quarter hour. Tuoba Xiong dies sure.”
“A quarter hour?” Real Person Chang Mei’s eyes scanned Tuoba Xiong and Ye Qiu twice. He said, “Junior brother, you like to lose.”
“If little brat skips God-Beating Whip, no way he kills Tuoba Xiong so quick.”
“Little brat broke to Cave Heaven peak fresh. Though felled Pei Gang, Tuoba Xiong as Ancient Desolate Holy Land saint son holds strength clear beyond Pei Gang by much.”
“Not just kill in a quarter hour. Even beat Tuoba Xiong in a quarter hour counts my loss…”
Boom!
Before Real Person Chang Mei finished, all sudden Ye Qiu’s hands swept. They struck sideways on Tuoba Xiong’s body.
“Bang!”
Tuoba Xiong suffered as if thunder struck. His body flew back. He used several clever moves in a row. Only then did his body steady on land. Who knew, once landed, Tuoba Xiong “stumbled” back a dozen metres more. He opened mouth and spewed a mouthful of blood.
At once, Real Person Chang Mei’s face burned hot. He cursed, “This is Ancient Desolate Holy Land saint son? Trash!”
