Bang!
Wu Hua had already been reduced to a cripple. He could not dodge Ye Qiu’s attack at all. The kick landed squarely, and his body crashed from the sky to the ground.
Crack!
Countless bones in Wu Hua’s body snapped. His torso was already half ruined. This additional kick from Ye Qiu only worsened the injuries. With his cultivation completely destroyed, he struggled several times but could not climb to his feet.
“Weren’t you supposed to be invincible in the same realm? Stand up and keep fighting!”
Ye Qiu’s face was utterly cold. He stepped forward and stamped down once more.
Pfft!
Blood spurted wildly from Wu Hua’s mouth.
“So what if you’re the Buddhist Son of the Great Thunderclap Temple? You’re still trampled beneath my foot.”
Bang!
Another kick followed.
Wu Hua’s body was instantly broken in two. Blood splashed everywhere, bone fragments flew, a horrifying sight.
Yet Wu Hua did not die.
A cultivator of his level would not perish as long as his primordial spirit remained intact.
“Didn’t you have an indestructible vajra body? I still snapped you in half. Trash.”
Bang!
Ye Qiu stamped fiercely again. Wu Hua’s lower half exploded into bloody mist.
“Damn bald donkey, you actually dared to fight me for this opportunity. Who gave you the courage?”
“The Great Thunderclap Temple is so impressive, is it? One day, when I reach the Western Desert, I will uproot your entire temple.”
“Didn’t you want to kill me? Come on then, let’s hurt each other!”
Bang, bang, bang!
Ye Qiu continued stomping relentlessly.
Clearly, he was deliberately humiliating Wu Hua.
Wu Hua’s eyes turned blood-red with rage. He glared at Ye Qiu, wishing he could swallow him alive.
Who was he?
He was the Buddhist Son of the Great Thunderclap Temple, personal disciple of a holy monk of Mount Sumeru, a peerless genius at the peak of the Cave Heaven realm!
Wherever he went in the past, people treated him with reverence, even prostrating in worship. Never had he suffered such humiliation.
Yet today, not only had he lost to Ye Qiu, his cave heavens and dragon qi were shattered, and he had become a complete waste.
Worse still, Ye Qiu kept trampling him underfoot.
Utter disgrace!
Wu Hua roared, “Ye Changsheng, you will not die a good death!”
Bang! Ye Qiu’s foot came down, grinding Wu Hua’s face into the dirt until it was deformed.
Ye Qiu sneered scornfully. “Still running your mouth when death is at your door. Got a hard head, have you?”
Far away, the onlookers were dumbfounded.
“Master Ye really is… savage!”
“If I were Wu Hua, I’d just kill myself and be done with it. He’s the Buddhist Son of the Great Thunderclap Temple. How can he endure such shame?”
“Indeed, a warrior can be killed but never humiliated.”
“…”
While everyone whispered, Ye Qiu finally stopped.
By now, only Wu Hua’s head remained, and even that head was unrecognisable: nose broken, face ruined, most teeth knocked out. Even if the holy monk of Mount Sumeru stood here, he would not recognise his own disciple.
Ye Qiu said coldly, “Time’s up. Time to send you on your way.”
At the verge of death, Wu Hua suddenly shrieked, “I refuse to accept this!”
“Ye Changsheng, I refuse to accept this!”
“I want to fight you again. I will prove to you that I am the true invincible of our realm.”
Ye Qiu looked at him strangely, thinking: Has this fellow been beaten stupid?
He’s in this state and still wants to keep fighting?
Madness!
“Your cultivation is destroyed. You’re nothing but a head. What qualification do you have to fight me?”
“Oh, right, your primordial spirit is still there.”
“But with your cultivation gone, how strong can your primordial spirit possibly be?” Ye Qiu laughed coldly.
Once a cultivator’s realm was shattered, the primordial spirit would fall as well. Though Wu Hua’s spirit remained, it posed no threat to Ye Qiu whatsoever.
Forget Ye Qiu; even Lin Da Niao could kill Wu Hua now without resistance.
“I refuse to accept this!” Wu Hua roared. “If you did not have that divine sword, you could never have countered my Great Compassion Thousand-Leaf Hand.”
“Ye Changsheng, do you dare give me a little time?”
“I want to fight you once more time!”
Ye Qiu smiled. “If I give you time, will your cultivation recover?”
“Exactly!” The moment those words left Wu Hua’s mouth, bone-chilling killing intent flashed in Ye Qiu’s eyes.
Could this bald donkey really possess some method to restore his cultivation swiftly?
Ye Qiu fell silent for a moment, then said, “Very well. Since you refuse to accept defeat, I’ll give you a chance.”
“No!” Yun Xi cried out in alarm.
The little white fox also shouted anxiously, “Ye Changsheng, a man who wishes to achieve greatness must never be soft-hearted toward enemies!”
Long-Browed Zhenren added, “Boy, pursue a fleeing enemy with all your remaining courage. Never try to win fame by acting the overlord.”
“Ye Changsheng, you promised me. No take-backs.” Wu Hua’s gaze was icy. “Just wait. I will definitely defeat you.”
Suddenly, Ye Qiu brought his foot down straight onto the crown of Wu Hua’s head.
“Wait for your grandmother!
Ye Qiu had always lived by one principle: if you do not uproot the grass, the spring wind will blow and it will grow again.
There was an old saying: mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.
Throughout history, every single person who showed leniency to enemies met a bad end. The Hegemon-King of Western Chu was the perfect example.
Moreover, Wu Hua had just claimed that given time he could recover his cultivation.
Ye Qiu would never let such a freak live.
“Ye Changsheng, you shameless bastard! You gave your word!” Wu Hua sensed the killing intent and bellowed in fury.
Ye Qiu replied coldly, “You already called me a shameless bastard. Have you ever seen a shameless bastard who keeps his word?”
“You…” Wu Hua was so angry he nearly exploded on the spot.
“Time to hit the road!” Ye Qiu’s right foot descended with terrifying force, like a mountain bearing down.
Wu Hua was about to meet his end.
Suddenly, a horrifying aura erupted from his skull, surging like a raging sea, forcibly halting Ye Qiu’s foot and preventing it from crushing down.
The next instant, Ye Qiu was flung backwards.
“What?”
Ye Qiu’s expression changed slightly.
Immediately after, Wu Hua’s head began to glow with treasure-like radiance. Buddhist light blazed brilliantly, as though a transcendent deity had emerged from the mortal world.
“Ye Changsheng, to force me to this extent… you have done well. But only well.”
“Because now—”
“You are definitely going to die!”
As his words rang out, a terrifying presence spread. Everyone felt chills all over, as if a supreme devil king was about to descend.
Ye Qiu stared at Wu Hua’s severed head.
Soon the skull split open by itself. The primordial spirit floated into the air, and then a ball of intense light burst from the centre of the spirit’s brow.
That light was a pure white Buddhist bead.
The moment the bead appeared, winds howled, clouds churned, heaven and earth shook.
Cracks appeared across Ye Qiu’s body. His soul felt as though it would shatter. This white Buddhist bead was like an unrivalled supreme being, its aura utterly unstoppable.
“Ye Changsheng, retreat quickly!”
The little white fox shouted in panic, “That is the supreme Buddhist treasure, the Earth Spirit Bead!”
