“Oh?” Ye Qiu grew curious and asked Little White Fox, “What did you see?”
Little White Fox’s voice was grave. “I can sense it. Pure orthodox demon blood flows in his veins.”
“Not long ago I heard news that the young lord of the demon race had returned, and the entire demon race held a grand welcoming ceremony.”
“If I’m not mistaken, this boy is none other than the demon race’s young lord.”
Ye Qiu was rather taken by surprise. Huzi was the demon young lord?
Little White Fox continued, “Ye Changsheng, do not help him. Once he matures, he will surely become your greatest enemy.”
“Moreover, you are human. If you get entangled with the demon race, the human race will brand you a traitor.”
“Help him, and there will be no place for you among humans ever again.”
Ye Qiu merely smiled. “As long as I am strong enough, standing at the absolute pinnacle of cultivation with everyone who opposes me crushed beneath my feet, the world will be mine to roam as I please.”
“Oho, big words. So you intend to prove the Dao and become an Emperor?” Little White Fox scoffed. “Stop dreaming.”
“I admit your talent is decent, but throughout the ages there have been countless with even greater gifts than yours.”
“Yet since the Myriad Ancients Azure Heaven Great Emperor, no one in the cultivation world has ever become a Great Emperor.”
Ye Qiu replied, “Just because others failed does not mean I will.”
“Fine, I can’t be bothered arguing. You had better listen to me and stay out of it,” Little White Fox urged again.
Ye Qiu laughed. “If it were any other demon, I might stand aside. But this one? I will protect him no matter what.”
What did he mean?
He had ties to the demon race?
Just as Little White Fox was puzzled, she suddenly heard Ye Qiu call out to the demon youth, “Huzi, stand down.”
“Yes, Master!” Huzi answered respectfully and withdrew to one side.
“What the— The demon young lord is your disciple?” Little White Fox’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Wuhua was equally stunned. Only now did he understand why his earlier polite words had been met with Huzi’s disdain. The demon youth was on Ye Changsheng’s side all along.
Wuhua shouted, “So, Ye Changsheng, not only do you consort with the demon race, you have even taken a demon youth as disciple. Your crimes deserve death!”
“None of your bloody business!” Ye Qiu cursed. “Your Great Thunderclap Temple may be Buddhist, but your master created an evil art like Corpse-Walking. You are worse than any demon.”
“Insolence! A mere Cave Heaven cultivator dares slander a saint-level expert? Beware, or I’ll cast you into the eighteen layers of hell!” Wuhua roared, then turned to the Azure Cloud Sword Sect disciples. “You all saw it. Ye Changsheng has taken a demon disciple. If you continue treating him as a friend, Azure Cloud Sword Sect will face the crusade of the entire human race.”
“I advise you to think carefully.”
This…
The Azure Cloud disciples exchanged uneasy glances, uncertain.
“Ah…”
At that moment a scream rang out. Everyone turned to see Wu Lü of the Beast Emperor Sect slain by Yun Xi’s sword.
Yun Xi instantly appeared beside Ye Qiu and declared loudly, “No matter what Ye-lang does, I support him.”
Wuhua’s face darkened further. “Yun Xi, think carefully. Ye Changsheng has already betrayed the human race. If you continue walking with him, you will be dragged down…”
Yun Xi merely smiled brightly, took Ye Qiu’s arm, and said softly, “As long as I am with Ye-lang, even if it means mountains of blades or seas of flame, I will never retreat.”
This woman is insane!
Wuhua nearly exploded with rage. He said coldly, “Yun Xi, let me ask you. Do you speak for yourself, or for Azure Cloud Sword Sect?”
Yun Xi smiled sweetly. “Does it matter?”
“Of course it matters,” Wuhua replied. “If you represent Azure Cloud Sword Sect, then by consorting with demons your sect will face the crusade of all humanity. Have you thought this through?”
Yun Xi answered, “In my view, your Great Thunderclap Temple is far more terrifying than any demon. You deserve death more than they do.”
Utterly unreasonable.
Wuhua cursed inwardly: This woman’s brain contains nothing but Ye Changsheng. Idiot.
Ye Qiu grew impatient. “Enough, Wuhua. You’re just afraid we’ll gang up on you, aren’t you? Let me tell you, I alone am more than enough to deal with you.”
“Cut the crap. Fight!”
At this point, there was indeed nothing more to say.
“Ye Changsheng, I will show you what true invincibility at the same realm really means.”
Wuhua extended both hands. Instantly two bursts of light exploded from his palms.
The light in his right palm transformed into a vajra pestle, while the light in his left became a vajra alms bowl.
Two Buddhist sacred treasures!
Seeing the alms bowl, Ye Qiu grinned. “What, bringing a begging bowl? Has Great Thunderclap Temple become so poor it sends its Buddha-son out to beg?”
Wuhua knew Ye Qiu was deliberately provoking him. He snorted coldly, gripped the vajra pestle in his right hand, held the alms bowl in his left, and struck fiercely at Ye Qiu.
Huzi hurled his dragon-marked spear and shouted, “Master, catch!”
Whoosh!
The spear arced through the air. Ye Qiu seized it and thrust forward. The spear light traced a profound trajectory and clashed with the vajra pestle.
Clang!
Sparks flew, killing intent surged like a tide.
Yun Xi and Huzi retreated without hesitation.
After trading that blow, Ye Qiu and Wuhua shot into the sky to continue their battle.
This time both unleashed their full power, determined to kill the other, so the fight became exceptionally fierce.
The dragon-marked spear and vajra pestle clashed endlessly, ringing like a blacksmith’s hammer. Every collision produced several-zhang-long showers of sparks that dazzled the eyes.
Radiant light blazed from both combatants. Their terrifying auras rolled like tidal waves.
They were like two colliding stars, fast as lightning, their battle intent sweeping heaven and earth, shaking everyone’s hearts.
Swish!
Blinding cold light flashed. Ye Qiu used the spear as a sword and executed the Peerless Sword Art. In an instant countless spear shadows shot forth, blanketing Wuhua like a storm, chilling killing intent piercing to the bone.
Wuhua discovered that the longer Ye Qiu fought, the fiercer he became. Every strike was overwhelmingly powerful, and he showed no sign of falling behind even in direct confrontation.
“How is Ye Changsheng this strong?”
Wuhua was shaken.
Though Wei Wuji and the others had been called geniuses, Wuhua had always looked down on them, believing himself the only true genius. Yet now Ye Qiu made him realise that Ye Qiu’s strength was probably no less than his own.
Boom!
The dragon-marked spear spat out spear light like a tsunami erupting, a boundless expanse of terror that shook the heavens.
Clang, clang, clang…
Mysterious runes burst from the vajra alms bowl in Wuhua’s left hand, blocking the spear shadows and producing a piercing, stone-shattering din.
Ye Qiu thrust one hundred and eighty times in succession.
Pfft!
Suddenly Wuhua’s body trembled slightly. The web of his left hand split open, blood pouring out.
