“Pfft!”
Yao Meng’s body instantly stiffened. Her eyes widened, then she plummeted from the sky and crashed to the ground.
“Thud!”
She hit the earth hard and lost all signs of life.
“No matter how indestructible your vajra body, one sword from me ends you.” Ye Qiu’s face was full of disdain.
The little white fox reminded him, “Ye Changsheng, don’t waste time. Hurry and find a way to claim that coffin.”
Ye Qiu appeared before the golden coffin in a single step. Without further hesitation, he forced a drop of golden blood from his middle finger and let it fall onto the coffin.
Yet the blood remained unchanged, and the golden coffin showed no reaction whatsoever.
“Blood recognition doesn’t work?”
Ye Qiu frowned.
At that moment, a deep “boom” sounded in the distance. The ground trembled as though some colossal creature had appeared.
Ye Qiu turned his head and his eyes narrowed.
“Wei Wuji!”
Indeed, the noise came from Wei Wuji.
Wei Wuji had regained his physical body. Not only that, his aura had grown considerably stronger, like a peerless ferocious beast.
Every step he took resounded like a divine drum, deafening to the ear.
The disciples of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect also spotted him, and their faces paled.
“Wei Wuji is here?”
“This is bad. He must be after the golden coffin.”
“Master Ye is in trouble.”
“Master Ye, let us help you!”
Clang, clang, clang…
The Azure Cloud disciples drew their longswords and swiftly gathered around Ye Qiu, ready to face Wei Wuji together.
Mo Tianji and Lin Daniao also stepped forward.
“Big brother, first Yao Meng came first, and now Wei Wuji. I’m worried more experts will show up.”
“Shall we handle Wei Wuji?”
“We may not be his match, but there are many of us. We can at least hold him off for a while,” Mo Tianji suggested.
Ye Qiu shook his head. “Wei Wuji is far stronger than the last time we met. If I let you face him, it would only cause needless casualties.”
Then he addressed the Azure Cloud disciples. “Stand back. I will deal with this prince of Great Wei myself.”
Wei Wuji drew closer.
When he was fifty metres away, he stopped. His gaze remained locked on Ye Qiu, not sparing the golden coffin a single glance.
Ye Qiu noticed this detail and felt slightly surprised.
“It seems he’s here for me. Yet this prince of Great Wei is wildly ambitious. Why is he completely indifferent to the golden coffin?”
Moments later, Ye Qiu realised something else. Wei Wuji’s expression was wooden, his eyes vacant and lifeless, exactly like Yao Meng’s earlier state.
“Something’s wrong. The same change has happened to him.”
Just as the thought crossed his mind, Wei Wuji’s eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, filled with a terrifying thirst for blood.
Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand. A profound-iron heavy sword materialised in his palm.
The instant he gripped the hilt, a heaven-piercing sword intent erupted from him, as though it would slice the sky apart.
He himself became like an unsheathed divine blade, radiating an almost invincible, world-shaking sharpness.
At the same time, the longswords in the hands of the Azure Cloud disciples began to tremble violently, buzzing uncontrollably.
“Oh no, I can’t hold my sword…”
Before one disciple could finish speaking, his sword shot out of his hand. One after another, dozens of longswords flew towards Wei Wuji.
In an instant, several dozen blades hovered before him, quivering as though subjects trembling before their emperor.
“Pff!”
The next second, every sword shattered into pieces.
“What a perfect innate sword body!”
Ye Qiu’s voice was ice-cold. “Wei Wuji, if Wu Hua hadn’t saved you last time, you would already be a ghost under my hand. I never expected you to dare return.”
Wei Wuji remained motionless, as if he had not heard a word.
“What, are you deaf as well?” Ye Qiu snapped.
Still no reaction.
“Ye Changsheng, this fellow isn’t right either. He’s the same kind of thing as that stinking woman earlier,” the little white fox said.
Ye Qiu replied, “I feel the same. He and Yao Meng seem to have become the same type of being.”
The little white fox warned, “Be careful anyway.”
“No matter. Whatever he has become, I’ll cut him down all the same.” Ye Qiu brimmed with absolute confidence. With one step, he rose into the air.
At once, powerful battle intent poured from him. Looking down from above, he called Wei Wuji by name.
“Wei Wuji, get over here. I’ll send you to register at the underworld.”
This time Wei Wuji finally reacted. He twisted his neck with a series of chilling cracks, then lifted his head towards Ye Qiu. His blood-red eyes held no trace of emotion, and a horrifying murderous aura exploded from his body.
“Hmph!” Wei Wuji gave a cold snort, raised the profound-iron heavy sword, and swung it towards Ye Qiu.
The strike was domineering and ferocious, as though it would cleave heaven and earth apart.
Though Ye Qiu’s expression remained calm, he dared not be careless. The seemingly simple slash actually carried an unstoppable, invincible momentum.
Moreover, although the sword was swung from the ground upwards, the scattered sword qi completely sealed off every direction around Ye Qiu.
As for the profound-iron heavy sword itself, it was unimaginably heavy. When swung, it whipped up fierce winds that crushed the air. It weighed tens of thousands of jin at least. Even without any sword technique, the sheer mass of the weapon could smash an entire crowd to death.
“You may have grown stronger, but in my eyes you are still trash.”
Having said that, Ye Qiu circulated the Nine Revolutions Divine Dragon Art, urging his power to the limit, and threw a punch straight at the profound-iron heavy sword.
Be you an innate sword body or the prince of Great Wei, one punch from me breaks all.
No matter how exquisite your swordsmanship, if my strength surpasses yours, that is enough.
Before absolute power, all techniques are paper tigers. The biggest fist makes the rules.
“Boom!”
Ye Qiu’s fist shone like a star, carrying terrifying might as it collided violently with the profound-iron heavy sword in mid-air.
“Clang!”
A heaven-shaking explosion rang out. The heavy sword instantly flew from Wei Wuji’s grasp, tracing an arc through the air before plummeting into the abyss at the cliff’s edge.
Wei Wuji himself was struck as though by lightning. Blood sprayed from his mouth, and his body flew backwards like a kite with its string cut.
“You call yourself an innate sword body? Try taking a sword from me!”
Ye Qiu stood in place and stretched out his right hand.
“Shoo, shoo, shoo…”
Six streams of sword qi burst forth, each dozens of metres long. Just as they were about to overtake Wei Wuji, the six streams suddenly merged into one blinding sword beam. It shone like divine thunder from the heavens and slammed into Wei Wuji’s chest.
“Pfft!”
Blood gushed wildly from Wei Wuji’s chest. He was nailed in mid-air, dead.
