“Bald donkey, come face your death!”
Singh’s fury erupted at Ye Qiu’s words.
Xiao Jiu had said something similar, but as the renowned Northern War God and top Dragon List master, he had the clout to back it up.
But who was this kid to spout such arrogance?
What enraged Singh most was Ye Qiu calling him a “bald donkey.”
Unbearable!
Seeing Ye Qiu’s taunting gesture, Singh sneered, “Kid, since you’re begging for death, I’ll oblige.”
Singh charged, his fist rocketing toward Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu countered with a punch of his own.
Singh’s lips curled into a sneer, his eyes dripping with disdain. “My fists are iron. Going head-to-head? You’re asking to die.”
Singh was confident in his strength. Even Brahman’s high priest, Asaman, wouldn’t dare clash fists with him. His punches were just too powerful.
Born with freakish strength, Singh could kill a cow with one punch at eight. After stepping into martial arts and mastering hard qigong, his power had multiplied exponentially.
Few survived his fists.
Their punches met in midair.
An explosive clash, like two shells colliding.
To Singh’s shock, Ye Qiu didn’t budge an inch after the impact.
“Huh, this kid’s strength isn’t bad?”
Unbeknownst to him, Ye Qiu had activated the Nine Revolutions Dragon Art, unleashing a torrent of force through his fist.
Singh’s right fist exploded, blood spraying.
His burly frame flew back over ten meters, crashing to the ground with a thud.
He couldn’t block Ye Qiu?
Gunur and Gumu’s faces shifted, their eyes locking onto Ye Qiu.
In the next instant, Ye Qiu vanished from their sight.
Where’d he go?
Gunur and Gumu went on high alert, scanning for a sneak attack.
Their caution was unnecessary.
Ye Qiu didn’t ambush them. Seconds later, he reappeared before Singh, stomping toward his throat.
“Damn, he’s going for Singh!” Gunur shouted.
Singh rolled away, dodging Ye Qiu’s foot. Slapping the ground with his left hand, he flipped into a handstand, his legs lashing at Ye Qiu’s head with lightning speed.
Ye Qiu leaned back, evading, then flicked his right foot, scooping up snow and kicking it at Singh.
The snow hit Singh’s face, shattering and blinding him.
Seizing the moment, Ye Qiu unleashed a sword qi from his fingertip.
The qi pierced Singh’s forehead.
Singh froze, collapsing with a thud, eyes wide in death.
Ye Qiu stomped on Singh’s face, grinding it into the ground. “This is a Brahman expert? Trash!” he mocked.
Gunur’s face twisted with rage.
Gumu’s eyes blazed red.
Ye Qiu’s desecration of Singh’s corpse wasn’t just a slap to their faces—it was an insult to Brahman.
“Courting death!” Gumu roared, ready to charge, but Ye Qiu’s voice cut through, addressing Gunur. “I hear this golden-haired guy’s your son? But you two look nothing alike. Did your wife cheat on you?”
Gunur’s eyes flashed with icy killing intent.
Ye Qiu was right—Gumu was born of his wife’s affair. Gunur had killed her and her lover for it.
He’d wanted to kill Gumu too, but Dragon Maiden stopped him, citing Gumu’s rare martial talent. Killing him would be a waste.
She was right.
Gumu proved a prodigy, rising to elite status in decades.
Over time, Gumu’s filial devotion made Gunur forget the past.
Ye Qiu’s words tore open that buried wound, and killing intent surged from Gunur. “Kid, don’t get cocky! Singh underestimated you, that’s why you killed him,” he growled.
Indeed, Singh had been careless, assuming no one could match his fists. Meeting Ye Qiu, a freak of nature, he’d lost his edge and died to Ye Qiu’s relentless assault.
“Forget Singh. You haven’t answered me,” Ye Qiu pressed. “Did your wife cheat? How else does your son have golden hair? Nothing like you!”
Enough with that question!
Gunur’s rage flared. “Kid, I’ll slaughter you—”
“Father!” Gumu interjected. “Let me handle him!”
Gumu charged, heavy sword in hand.
His attack was straightforward—a direct slash at Ye Qiu’s face.
The sword’s edge hadn’t arrived, but its qi already stung Ye Qiu’s cheeks, like blades grazing his skin.
“This guy’s stronger than Singh. Gotta be careful,” Ye Qiu thought, dodging the sword and darting behind Gumu like a rabbit.
Gumu reacted swiftly, shifting his forward slash into a vertical guard, shielding himself.
Ye Qiu kicked up a clump of snow, hurling it at Gumu’s face with a whistle.
“Trying the same trick? Not on me!” Gumu sneered, swinging his sword like a golf club, smacking the snow away.
In that split second, Ye Qiu unleashed the Six Meridians Divine Sword.
A sword’s cry rang out.
An invisible sword qi sliced through the air, appearing instantly at Gumu’s heart.
Gumu, startled, raised his sword to block.
The qi struck the blade, forcing Gumu back five or six steps.
As Ye Qiu prepared to press the attack, a lion’s roar echoed through the canyon.
Ye Qiu’s gaze snapped to the canyon’s far end.
His pupils shrank.
