Ye Qiu had just used the Immobilising Curse to freeze Cao Mao in place. In truth, he could have inflicted far graver injuries on Cao Mao, but he chose not to.
He had seen through it: Cao Mao was an exceedingly arrogant man. For such a person, public humiliation was far more entertaining than simply killing him.
The heir of the War God Clan? Heh… What a useless fool!
Ye Qiu stood in mid-air, like a supreme divine king, his mocking voice echoing through the heavens.
Cao Mao flew backwards, his body on the verge of crashing to the ground. Yet upon hearing Ye Qiu’s ridicule, he let out a great roar and instantly straightened up, standing tall.
How dare you humiliate me? Die!
Cao Mao extended his right hand, and a war spear materialised in his palm, radiating a terrifying killing intent.
Boom!
Cao Mao’s divine might surged forth, exuding an aura of supreme dominance, as if he alone reigned over all and would slaughter every enemy in the world. Gripping the war spear, he charged towards Ye Qiu.
Wherever the spear passed, killing intent filled the air.
Though he was but one man with one spear, it felt like a million elite soldiers, the overwhelming murderous will sweeping across the sky, unsettling the souls of all who beheld it.
A holy artefact!
Ye Qiu recognised the war spear in Cao Mao’s hand as a holy artefact and prepared to summon the Xuanyuan Sword. At that moment, a delicate cry rang out:
Catch!
Ye Qiu turned his head and saw a long sword slicing through the air towards him.
The Seven-Coloured Blazing Sun Sword!
Ye Qiu identified it at once: this was the holy sword of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect. He had not expected Yun Xi to have brought it.
Ye Qiu grasped the hilt firmly.
Kill!
Ye Qiu’s body erupted in brilliant golden light, as if blazing flames engulfed him. With a swing of his sword, sword qi surged forth in all directions.
This was a clash of titans!
Cao Mao’s spear thrust straight ahead with unstoppable force, its power unmatched.
Ye Qiu dared not underestimate it and unleashed the first form of the Grass Character Sword Art right away, his sword momentum unparalleled.
The spear and the holy sword met in mid-air, colliding fiercely like needle against wheatsheaf. Clanging sounds rang out incessantly, sparks flying in all directions.
It was as if the heavens and earth themselves trembled.
The two released terrifying battle intents, fighting with such ferocity that the sun and moon lost their lustre, the sky darkened, and the ground shook.
In the distance, the onlookers felt a chill rise from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads, leaving their entire bodies shuddering.
So powerful!
Worthy of being peerless geniuses!
Cao Mao is utterly like a war god, with invincible momentum.
That Ye Changsheng is no pushover either; his combat prowess and swordsmanship are both terrifying.
One cannot help but say that living in the same era as such geniuses is truly a sorrow.
Who knows which of them will emerge victorious in the end?
At this moment, everyone widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the two combatants, afraid to miss even the slightest detail.
Unfortunately, most of the onlookers had low cultivation levels. The duel between Ye Qiu and Cao Mao was too swift; many could only make out two blurry shadows, unable to discern their movements clearly.
Sizzle…
Clang…
In a mere instant, the spear and sword clashed thousands of times, at an inconceivable speed.
The radiance emitted by the weapons illuminated the horizon, dazzling to the point that no one dared look directly.
Boom!
Suddenly, the two brushed past each other, each hurtling to one side. Immediately after, a string of golden blood sprayed forth, strikingly vivid.
Ye Qiu’s body shuddered as a bloody hole appeared in his shoulder.
Ye Changsheng is injured!
I knew he could not withstand Cao Mao!
Worthy of being the heir of the War God Clan; he is truly valiant!
The crowd was shocked beyond measure.
It seems this battle is about to conclude!
Ye Changsheng has been arrogant for so long; it is time he died!
Look quickly!
Someone suddenly cried out in alarm. The crowd looked up towards Cao Mao, only to see his body convulse violently, nearly plummeting from the sky.
At this moment, a long sword wound appeared on Cao Mao’s chest, exposing the stark white bone beneath. Blood gushed out in a torrent.
What? Cao Mao is injured too?
It looks like Cao Mao’s wound is even more severe!
Who would have thought Ye Changsheng was so formidable!
As the crowd marvelled, a mass of pitch-black mist emerged from Cao Mao’s wound. One by one, runes flickered into existence, and the injury began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
On the other side, the bloody hole in Ye Qiu’s shoulder closed in the blink of an eye, his gaze icy cold.
Kill!
Cao Mao roared in fury, carrying immense momentum as he charged at Ye Qiu once more.
Sizzle!
The spear unleashed astonishing sharp qi, like a star crashing towards Ye Qiu, brimming with destructive killing intent.
Ye Qiu wasted no words, raising the holy sword and charging straight ahead.
Clang!
The sword edge seemed intent on cleaving through the void itself. It struck the spear tip with a thunderous crash that shook the heavens.
In the distance, the onlookers were stunned anew.
The duel between Ye Qiu and Cao Mao had surpassed their wildest imaginations. Even Wei Wuji, An Ruoxi, and Yun Xi wore grave expressions.
As they watched, they each asked themselves inwardly: if it were me facing Cao Mao or Ye Qiu, could I win?
The answer was unknown!
For they had no certainty either.
The terror of Ye Qiu and Cao Mao had shaken them to their cores.
The two fought like dragons and tigers, clashing with utmost intensity. Be it speed or combat power, both had reached a horrifying level.
Pfft!
Abruptly, Ye Qiu and Cao Mao retreated once more, blood spraying from each of them.
Evidently, they had been injured again.
But in an instant, their wounds healed, and they charged at one another anew.
This fellow only just broke through to the peak of the Cavern Heaven realm, yet how is he so terrifying?
Cao Mao felt a chill creep into his heart; Ye Qiu’s combat prowess shocked him.
In contrast to his shock, Ye Qiu appeared somewhat exhilarated.
It had been a long time since Ye Qiu had fought like this. Though injured twice, neither wound had been severe. This sensation of clashing head-on with a foe made every pore in his body relax; it could only be described in four words.
Exhilarating to the utmost!
At the same time, Ye Qiu clearly sensed that through his battles with Pei Gang, Tuoba Xiong, and now Cao Mao, his mastery over power had gained new insights.
No wonder some experts, after becoming strong, seek to challenge even greater foes. Combat truly spurs growth.
With that thought, Ye Qiu’s eyes grew deeper still. Then, he swung his sword forth.
The first form of the Grass Character Sword Art!
Cao Mao had already witnessed Ye Qiu use this strike several times in their prior exchanges, so he paid it no mind.
Resorting to old tricks? What, have you run out of moves?
Cao Mao sneered. Just then, Ye Qiu unleashed another sword strike.
The second form of the Grass Character Sword Art!
This strike’s power was several times greater than the first.
The sword technique is decent, but if you want to kill me, you are not yet capable.
Immediately after, Cao Mao saw Ye Qiu deliver yet another strike.
The third form of the Grass Character Sword Art!
Most terrifying of all, the three sword forms suddenly converged, forming a single stream of sword qi. This qi resembled a coiling dragon, not only brimming with immense power but also amplified in momentum by a hundredfold. It drained all colour from the sky in an instant.
In that moment, Cao Mao’s face turned grave as never before!
