“Those two are under the Walking Corpse technique. Killing them won’t be that easy. Ye Changsheng, beg me quick. I’ll teach you the demon clan’s secret art.” The little white fox urged.
“No need.” Ye Qiu refused again. He watched Wei Wuji and Yao Meng charge at him, his face perfectly calm.
The little white fox’s eyes spun quickly. “How about this: hit me once more. If you make it feel good, I’ll teach you the demon secret art.”
Good grief, this fox really is a masochistic!
Ye Qiu replied, “You’re far too cute. How could I bear to hit you?”
“Pah! If you can’t bear it, why did you knock my head earlier?” The little white fox prodded, “Stop dawdling. Hit me!”
She wriggled in his arms and pointed her fluffy rear at him.
A wicked impulse suddenly surged in Ye Qiu. His finger shot out like lightning.
“Pok!”
“Ah…”
The little white fox let out a shrill yelp. Tears welled in her eyes from the pain. She roared in shame and fury, “Ye Changsheng, you bully! Boo-hoo-hoo~”
Ye Qiu ignored her. Wei Wuji and Yao Meng were already upon him.
Though both were corpses, under Wu Hua’s control they could still unleash peak Cave Heaven strength.
“Boom!”
Yao Meng swung her palm. Chaos qi roiled, dark light flashing as it blotted out the sky and slammed down towards Ye Qiu.
Wei Wuji threw a punch. His fist carried the weight of a falling firmament.
The combined assault of two heaven-chosen geniuses was utterly terrifying.
The Azure Cloud disciples paled.
“Even as corpses they can still wield their full living power. Horrifying.”
“I wonder if Master Ye can handle them?”
“When they were alive they were no match for Master Ye. Dead, they’re even less of a threat.”
“But thoroughly destroying them won’t be simple.”
“…”
While the crowd murmured, Ye Qiu moved.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
He punched with both fists at the same instant, one towards Wei Wuji, one towards Yao Meng. The murderous air was instantly drowned by terrifying battle might. Dazzling light burst from his fists like erupting magma.
Divine radiance danced as the two punches swept through heaven and earth.
Yao Meng’s descending palm shattered into pieces before it could even touch Ye Qiu’s fist. Her body exploded right after.
“Pfft!”
Blood sprayed everywhere. Chunks of corpse scattered across the ground.
Ye Qiu’s other fist met Wei Wuji’s head-on.
“Boom!”
When the fists collided, Ye Qiu’s power surged into Wei Wuji like a tidal wave. With a muffled explosion, Wei Wuji’s body burst apart, fragments raining down once more.
“What?”
The Azure Cloud disciples stared wide-eyed, faces filled with shock.
They had thought it would take Ye Qiu considerable effort to finish the pair off, yet he had obliterated them with just two punches.
“Master Ye is unstoppable!”
“Two punches to shatter Yao Meng and Wei Wuji. This combat strength lords over all peers.”
“Within the same realm, no one can rival Master Ye.”
“He’s like the sun in the sky. The moment he appears, every other genius fades into shadow.”
“I suddenly pity those geniuses. Being born in the same era as Master Ye is truly tragic!”
“No wonder the Saintess chose him. She has impeccable taste!”
“…”
After blasting the pair apart, Ye Qiu looked at Wu Hua with open contempt. “So this is your vaunted Walking Corpse technique? Nothing impressive.”
Wu Hua was mildly surprised. He had not expected Ye Qiu to see through it so quickly. He smiled. “Almsgiver Ye, since you recognise the Walking Corpse technique, you should also know it is not so easily broken.”
What did he mean?
Could Wei Wuji and Yao Meng still revive?
Ye Qiu snorted coldly. “Whether it’s broken or not, the fact they’re in pieces is proof enough.”
Wu Hua gave a faint smile, pressed his palms together, and began chanting Buddhist incantations. Soon, a ghastly scene unfolded.
The scattered chunks of flesh on the ground rapidly flew back together. In moments, Yao Meng and Wei Wuji were whole again.
They twisted their necks with loud cracking sounds that made everyone’s scalp tingle.
“They were blown to bits and still reformed?”
Everyone was stunned.
Wu Hua laughed softly. “The Walking Corpse technique was created by my master. Almsgiver Ye, with your strength, breaking it will not be that simple.”
Ye Qiu snarled, “Your master may be a Buddhist, yet he invented such a vile and evil art. He will suffer heavenly retribution.”
Wu Hua chuckled. “My master follows his heart’s desire. He does not fear heaven, so why would he fear retribution?”
Ye Qiu declared, “One day, when I journey to the Western Desert, I will uproot your entire Great Thunderclap Temple and hurl your master into the eighteenth level of hell.”
Wu Hua remained completely unruffled. He beamed. “Almsgiver Ye, spare us the empty threats. You’d do better to think how you’ll deal with them.”
He pointed at Wei Wuji and Yao Meng.
“Just two corpses. Destroying them is child’s play for me. I refuse to believe that if I blast them a hundred times, you can still control them.”
Ye Qiu had already decided: brute force breaks all techniques. He would use pure, overwhelming power to annihilate them completely.
“If that is what Almsgiver Ye believes, by all means try.” Wu Hua gave a light command. “Go!”
Wei Wuji and Yao Meng charged once more.
This time they even unleashed their Cave Heavens. Their combined might was even more terrifying, shaking heaven and earth.
Meanwhile, Wu Hua’s gaze slid towards the golden coffin, a smile tugging at his lips.
He had never expected the two corpses to actually kill Ye Qiu. He only needed them to keep Ye Qiu occupied so he could seize the supreme opportunity.
“Ye Changsheng, even if you blast them a thousand or ten thousand times, that stinking monk will just keep controlling them. You won’t finish them for good.”
The little white fox spoke again. “The only way is to conquer evil with righteousness. Our demon clan has a secret art that counters the Walking Corpse technique perfectly.”
“I’ll give you two choices: beg me, or hit me again.”
“You decide.”
Conquer evil with righteousness?
The moment Ye Qiu heard those four words, an idea flashed through his mind. He ignored the little fox’s offer completely. Only when Yao Meng and Wei Wuji were almost upon him did he finally circulate his power. Light flared in his palm as the swastika symbol on his palm activated.
Then he struck like lightning.
“Smack!”
“Smack!”
Ye Qiu’s palms landed squarely on Wei Wuji and Yao Meng.
