The woman’s beautiful eyes blazed with fury.
She hadn’t expected Ye Qiu to take advantage of her in such a moment.
What infuriated her most was that Ye Qiu, standing ten meters away, brought his hand to his nose, sniffed it, and grinned cheekily, “So fragrant~”
Her delicate frame trembled at his words.
Since her debut, no one had ever dared to disrespect her like this—it was an utter humiliation.
Pointing her long sword at Ye Qiu, she barked coldly, “You dare insult me? Today, you die.”
“Me?”
Hearing her refer to herself so grandly, Ye Qiu’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You really are from the Witch God Cult?”
“With your skills and looks, your status in the cult must be pretty high, right?”
“Tell me, if I carried you off to warm my bed, wouldn’t the Witch God Cult’s disciples lose their minds?”
Swish!
Her response was a frigid sword strike.
In her rage, her combat power surged more than threefold. Her figure darted around Ye Qiu like a phantom, unleashing a barrage of swift, ferocious thrusts.
In the blink of an eye, she’d struck seventy-two times.
Sword shadows engulfed Ye Qiu from all sides.
Her moves were cunning and unpredictable, nearly impossible to counter.
Though Ye Qiu defended cautiously, three strikes still grazed him.
Fortunately, his body was exceptionally tough, and the blade didn’t pierce his flesh.
After her relentless assault, the woman’s speed finally slowed slightly.
“Now!”
A glint flashed in Ye Qiu’s eyes as he unleashed the Five Thunder Curse.
Boom!
A bolt of lightning crashed down from the sky, striking her sword.
Instantly, the webbing between her thumb and forefinger split open, blood gushing out as the sword flew from her grasp.
Seizing the moment, Ye Qiu flicked his fingers, firing three bursts of sword qi.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The woman dodged with agile footwork.
But just then, Ye Qiu charged forward like a gust of wind.
She’d barely evaded the sword qi when she saw Ye Qiu reaching for her collar, aiming to rip her clothes.
Despicable!
A flicker of shame and rage burned in her eyes—she wanted to tear him apart.
Back in her domain, she was worshipped by thousands. No one dared show her the slightest disrespect, not even a hint of impropriety in their gazes.
For years, she’d cultivated her mind and spirit, believing she’d achieved unshakable calm. Yet, facing Ye Qiu, she couldn’t suppress her fury.
Rage!
Boundless rage!
“You’ve successfully enraged me. Now, enjoy my wrath!”
Her face turned icy cold.
Ye Qiu chuckled, “I don’t want your wrath—I want your service. When are you going to pamper me?”
“Fool, angering me will only hasten your death.”
Boom!
She lunged at him.
This time, she abandoned her sword, opting for a direct, brutal clash.
Her speed was so blinding that the air crackled with sonic booms as she advanced.
The scene was downright terrifying.
Ye Qiu could tell she was serious now.
“Perfect. Time to test my strength.”
Whoosh!
He charged forward too.
Like two cannonballs, they collided midair in an earth-shaking impact.
Boom!
The battle erupted.
They traded blows relentlessly, locked in a fierce melee.
In ten seconds, they’d exchanged over a hundred strikes—a speed that could only be described as monstrous.
Ye Qiu was inwardly shocked.
Since mastering the Nine-Turn Dragon Art, his arms wielded immense power, rarely matched by anyone. Yet this woman held her own against him—unbelievable.
Unbeknownst to him, she was equally stunned.
“He’s so young—how is his strength this overwhelming? Without my secret technique, I’d never keep up.”
“I need to end this fast.”
“If this drags on, I’ll run out of stamina.”
With that thought, her attacks grew even swifter.
The fight raged on with ferocious intensity.
Five minutes later—
Bang!
Both recoiled simultaneously.
Ye Qiu dropped to one knee to steady himself, his chest churning with blood and qi, a mouthful of it lodged in his throat.
The woman spat out a large gulp of blood, her face deathly pale.
Both had sustained serious internal injuries.
“Shame I didn’t bring the Emperor Sword. I could’ve used the Grass Sword Technique on her,” Ye Qiu lamented silently.
Just then, he noticed her right hand subtly forming seals.
A thick sense of danger washed over him.
“Not good—she’s got a killer move up her sleeve.”
Ye Qiu didn’t hesitate. He charged forward and shouted, “Freeze!”
Instantly, the woman felt as if invisible chains bound her, locking her body in place.
What kind of trick was this?
She panicked, struggling fiercely.
In just three seconds, she broke free of the eerie restraint.
But it was too late.
For an ordinary person, three seconds might feel long, but for experts, a single second could decide life or death.
A moment before she freed herself, three golden needles pierced her Baihui acupoint atop her head, instantly sealing all her strength.
To be safe, Ye Qiu tapped over a dozen more acupoints on her body.
She couldn’t move an inch.
“Let me go!” she roared in fury.
As if he hadn’t heard, Ye Qiu grabbed her chin and said, “A wise relationship guru once said there’s only one way to handle a woman: discipline. If you don’t keep her in check every three days, she’ll climb the roof and rip off the tiles. Beat her until she submits completely.”
Smack!
He delivered a hard slap just below her waist.
Her eyes blazed with rage. “You bastard—”
Smack!
Another slap landed in the same spot. This time, his hand didn’t pull away—instead, it lingered, slowly caressing.
“Hard to believe a woman your age has skin this good—smooth, radiant, elastic. You’re a real gem.”
Ye Qiu leaned close to her ear, grinning. “How about we find a hotel for some ‘in-depth’ conversation? You into waterbeds or vibrating ones?”
Beep beep beep!
His phone suddenly rang.
Pulling it out, he saw Cao Yuan’s name on the screen and answered.
“What were you doing just now, kid? Why’d the call cut off?” Cao Yuan asked.
“I was handling something,” Ye Qiu replied. “Ninth Eunuch, you need me for something?”
“Be careful lately,” Cao Yuan warned. “I got word that Qianshan Xue’s master, the former head of the Water Moon Sect and one of Great East’s three martial grandmasters, Qiushan Nange, is in Suhang. I reckon she’s coming for you.”
“That woman’s skills are insane. She even fought your father over twenty years ago.”
“If you run into her, watch yourself.”
Ye Qiu’s heart skipped a beat.
No way—could it really be that coincidental?
