Tang Fei and Long Ye were left dumbfounded by the scene before them.
“Holy crap, Blade Tyrant was defeated just like that?”
“Ye Qiu is too fierce!”
At that moment, they heard Ye Qiu laugh loudly and say, “This is the master who could draw with the second-ranked on the Dragon Ranking? Nothing special.”
The two were shocked once again.
Could it be that Ye Qiu’s true strength was enough to crush Blade Tyrant?
Chang Mei the Taoist, watching Ye Qiu’s back, clenched his fist and cursed under his breath, “Damn it, he’s showing off again.”
Thud!
Suddenly, Ye Qiu dropped to one knee, his face pale, and blood began to flow from his mouth, nose, and ears.
Chang Mei the Taoist flashed to Ye Qiu’s side in an instant, grabbing his wrist to check his pulse.
Tang Fei and Long Ye also rushed over.
“Elder, what’s wrong with Ye Qiu?” Tang Fei asked urgently.
“His internal energy is depleted, and his organs are injured from the recoil force,” Chang Mei the Taoist said, pointing at Ye Qiu and scolding, “You little brat, did you have to go all out like that?”
“If you couldn’t handle it, you still had me!”
“With the two of us working together, it wouldn’t matter if it was Blade Tyrant or Tyrant Blade, we could still take him down.”
Ye Qiu looked up and cursed, “You have the nerve to talk about teamwork? When I made my move, why did you stay put? If you hadn’t set me up, would I have had to go all out like this?”
Chang Mei the Taoist didn’t blush at all and said, “I just wanted to see how much your skills had improved lately. But to be honest, little brat, you didn’t disappoint me. You’ve made great progress.”
Ugh, you’re just making excuses to cover up your own cowardice. How shameless.
Ye Qiu cursed in his heart and then said, “Old man, it’s up to you now.”
He had lost his combat strength.
Drawing talismans consumed a lot of internal energy and mental focus, and the Grass Character Sword Technique was even more domineering and fierce. The fifteen Five Thunder Spells and one Grass Character Sword Technique had completely drained Ye Qiu’s internal energy, and on top of that, he had suffered internal injuries.
Now, he was extremely weak. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that even an ordinary person without any martial arts skills could kill him.
This was also why Ye Qiu had held back his trump cards when fighting Leng Xue and the two ghosts from Tianchi.
He knew that once he used his trump cards, he would become extremely vulnerable. If the trump cards didn’t finish off his opponent, he would face only one outcome: being killed by his opponent.
But Cao Tianding was different.
Cao Tianding was a top-tier master, and he was alone. Therefore, Ye Qiu wanted to take the initiative and use his trump cards right from the start.
The facts proved that he had made the right decision.
Cao Tianding’s entire body seemed to be embedded in the city wall, and he hadn’t moved for a long time.
“Little brat, rest well. Leave the rest to me.”
After saying this, Chang Mei the Taoist turned and walked forward a few steps, looking at Cao Tianding and shouting, “Are you dead yet?”
“Cough, cough…” Cao Tianding coughed twice and slowly climbed out of the deep crater in the city wall.
At this moment, he no longer had the demeanor of a hero from before. His hair was disheveled, his face covered in dust, and his long robe was torn to shreds by the Five Thunder Spells. Most terrifying of all, there was a shocking sword wound on his chest, bleeding profusely.
“Fifteen Five Thunder Spells and one Grass Character Sword Technique still couldn’t take him down. As expected of a top-tier master,” Ye Qiu exclaimed in amazement, taking out a Blood Bodhi from his pocket and stuffing it into his mouth.
He wanted to recover his combat strength quickly, as he was worried that Chang Mei the Taoist wouldn’t be able to finish off Cao Tianding.
Ye Qiu sat cross-legged on the ground, focusing on healing his injuries.
Chang Mei the Taoist looked at Cao Tianding and grinned, “Blade Tyrant, can you still fight?”
Can you still fight?
A cruel and sinister smile appeared at the corner of Cao Tianding’s mouth. This damn Taoist actually asked him such a foolish question.
This was intolerable.
A surge of overwhelming rage rose in Cao Tianding’s heart.
Since his debut, he had only lost twice—once to Champion Marquis Xiao Jiu and once to Ye Wudi.
Xiao Jiu was the top-ranked on the Dragon Ranking, the War God of the North, commanding a million troops and wielding immense power. Losing to such a person wasn’t shameful.
Ye Wudi was the personal bodyguard of the highest leader, Elder Tang, and the younger brother of the infamous “God of Slaughter,” Ye Wushuang. Losing to Ye Wudi was also acceptable.
But Ye Qiu was just a nobody, yet he had severely injured Cao Tianding, which made Cao Tianding feel humiliated.
To make matters worse, Chang Mei the Taoist had insulted him with his words.
Damn it all!
Cao Tianding stretched his arms, and the joints in his arms made cracking sounds, like popcorn popping, sending chills down everyone’s spines.
As he flexed his arm joints, he looked at Chang Mei the Taoist and said, “I was careless just now. From now on, I won’t give you any chances.”
“After I kill you, I’ll go kill that kid.”
Cao Tianding glanced coldly at Ye Qiu, who was healing, and shouted, “Dead Taoist, get ready to be crushed.”
With that, his right hand reached behind his back and gripped the hilt of his knife, ready to draw it.
“Wait a second.”
Chang Mei the Taoist suddenly spoke up, saying, “Cao Tianding, have you ever heard this saying?”
“One must always be humble.”
“Never show off, or you might get struck by lightning.”
Chang Mei the Taoist swung his right arm, and in an instant, fifty thunder talismans flew out from the sleeve of his Taoist robe.
“Boom!”
The first thunder talisman ignited, transforming into a bolt of lightning that struck toward Cao Tianding.
“Child’s play,” Cao Tianding said as he drew his knife. Instantly, his body was filled with an invincible domineering aura.
Clang!
With a single slash, he split the lightning bolt in two.
“Boom!”
The second thunder talisman ignited, transforming into another bolt of lightning that descended. Cao Tianding continued to slash through the lightning with his knife.
The power of the thunder talismans couldn’t compare to the Five Thunder Spells, and this time Cao Tianding was prepared, so he felt no pressure facing the thunder talisman attacks.
“Damn it, you’re forcing me to go all out!”
Chang Mei the Taoist took a step forward, rising three meters into the air. Then, he bit through the index and middle fingers of his right hand, forming a sword gesture with his fingers, and began drawing in the air.
At the same time, he chanted in a low voice, “Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, to the left resides the Southern Dipper, to the right the Seven Stars. Those who defy me shall die, those who follow me shall live. Nine Heavens Profound Thunder, by the law, quickly come!”
In the next moment, two streams of blood shot out from Chang Mei the Taoist’s fingers, swirling in the air and forming a large character for “Thunder.”
Instantly, the sky darkened.
Ten seconds later.
“Boom!”
A deafening roar echoed as five thunderbolts, each as thick as a water bucket, descended from the five directions of east, south, west, north, and center.
Cao Tianding looked up at this scene, showing no fear. He raised his knife and slashed at the thunderbolts.
However, this time, his knife failed to split the thunderbolts. Instead, he was struck by all five bolts, causing blood to spray and bones to shatter as he was sent flying.
At that very moment, Ye Qiu, who had been healing, suddenly opened his eyes. His figure flashed and disappeared, reappearing in front of Cao Tianding in the next second. He unleashed the first move of the Grass Character Sword Technique once more, slashing down with the Emperor’s Sword, Chi Xiao.
Splat—
Cao Tianding was cleaved in two!
