Gunuir was dead.
The entire sequence took less than a minute.
A near-instant kill.
Ye Qiu and Ye Wudi, uncle and nephew, coordinated flawlessly in their first joint effort.
Witnessing this, Gumu stood frozen in shock.
At that moment, Ye Qiu and Ye Wudi exchanged a subtle glance, understanding each other’s intent with a slight nod.
Swish!
Ye Qiu activated the Invisibility Curse, vanishing in a flash. When he reappeared, he was before Gumu, his fist hurtling toward Gumu’s head.
Swift as lightning.
Incredibly fast.
Ye Qiu aimed to kill Gumu in the quickest way possible.
Already wounded and reeling from Gunuir’s death, Gumu was too stunned to react as Ye Qiu closed in.
Bang!
Gumu was sent flying by the punch.
As he soared backward, Ye Qiu pursued relentlessly.
Strike while he’s down!
Ye Qiu caught up in an instant, launching a knee strike at Gumu’s chin.
Reeling from the punch’s internal injuries and airborne, Gumu was helpless, watching Ye Qiu’s knee approach.
In that critical moment—
“Roar!”
Asaman unleashed a lion’s roar, a sonic wave surging toward Ye Qiu to halt him.
Swish!
Ye Wudi flashed to Ye Qiu’s side, slashing at the sonic wave with his Great Xia Dragon Sparrow.
Seizing the opening, Ye Qiu’s knee smashed into Gumu’s chin.
Crack!
Gumu’s jaw shattered, his body sent flying again.
Whoosh!
Ye Qiu fired a sword qi.
Seeing the Six Meridians Divine Sword coming, Gumu’s face paled in terror. In a panic, he prepared to backflip to dodge.
But Ye Qiu was ready.
“Freeze!”
Ye Qiu cast the Binding Curse.
Instantly, Gumu’s body stiffened, immobilized as if acupoints were sealed.
“High Priest, save me…” Gumu’s terrified cry cut off abruptly.
The sword qi pierced his brow.
Ye Qiu followed with a flying kick.
Bang!
Gumu’s corpse hurtled through the air, landing before Asaman.
“Phew!”
Ye Qiu exhaled heavily, the rapid sequence of attacks having drained him.
But the goal was achieved.
Gunuir and Gumu were dead. Now, they could focus on Asaman.
At that moment, Xiao Jiu stood.
Bang!
He kicked Gunuir’s head to Asaman.
The lion beneath Asaman opened its maw, eagerly devouring it.
Crunch, crunch…
The lion ate with relish.
Asaman glanced at Xiao Jiu, snorting, “Gunuir, that fool, brought so many men and still couldn’t kill you. His death is no loss.”
His gaze shifted to Ye Wudi.
“You’re Ye Wushuang’s brother, right? Good. Dying by my hand won’t disgrace your status.”
Then, his eyes locked onto Ye Qiu.
As their gazes met, Ye Qiu felt Asaman’s stare like needles piercing his eyes, causing sharp pain.
Asaman made no effort to hide his killing intent. “So young, yet so vicious. Without you, Gunuir and Gumu wouldn’t have died so easily.”
“You can’t be spared.”
Ye Qiu laughed. “Old man, don’t boast. Can’t you see the situation? There’s a lion on your side, but it’s just you against three of us.”
“If I were you, I’d turn and run.”
“Staying here is a death sentence.”
Asaman’s withered skin twitched, his expression eerie and terrifying.
“Kill me? Heh… Even if Ye Wushuang were alive, he couldn’t do it—let alone you three.”
His voice, chilling as if from the underworld, carried bone-deep cold.
Pointing his gemmed scepter at the trio, Asaman asked, “Who dies first?”
Who dies first?
The words ignited Ye Qiu’s fury.
Damn it, old man, acting so high and mighty!
“That’s my question for you, old fool. How do you want to die? I don’t mind sending you off,” Ye Qiu retorted.
Asaman remained unfazed, saying calmly, “This priest grants you a chance.”
“All three of you, come at me together.”
“Maybe then you’ll last a few minutes.”
His expression was indifferent, as if killing them was as simple as crushing ants.
Xiao Jiu’s face hardened with resolve. “I’ll lead the attack.”
“I’ll take half his life first.”
“Then you finish him.”
Ye Wudi glanced at Xiao Jiu. “If you weren’t injured, you could indeed cost Asaman half his life.”
“If I weren’t injured, this old man would be dead by my blade,” Xiao Jiu said. “Trust me, I’ll lead.”
Ye Qiu saw Xiao Jiu’s intent. “You plan to fight to the death?”
Xiao Jiu replied, “If we don’t go all out now, we all die.”
“But if you do, you’ll die,” Ye Qiu said.
Xiao Jiu laughed. “If I can take down a God List master, death’s worth it.”
“Xiao Jiu, you can’t die!” Ye Wudi said sternly. “The Northern Border needs you.”
Northern Border…
Xiao Jiu glanced toward it, reluctance in his eyes.
After years guarding it, he was deeply tied to the land.
But now…
“Marquis Champion, you can’t die. The Northern Border needs you, and so do your brothers,” Ye Qiu said. “If you fall, neighboring nations will march, razing Beigu Pavilion. That cemetery will be dust.”
“They wouldn’t dare!” Xiao Jiu’s aura flared with sharp defiance.
“With you here, no one dares invade. If you die, it’s another story,” Ye Qiu said. “So, in this fight, none of us can die.”
“God List masters are strong, but they’re flesh and blood. I refuse to believe we can’t kill him.”
Ye Qiu glanced at Asaman, whispering to Ye Wudi, “I’ll lead the attack, you support me.”
“Marquis Champion, strike when the chance comes.”
“Today, we kill this old bastard.”
Before Xiao Jiu, Ye Qiu kept their uncle-nephew bond hidden.
Ye Wudi nodded. “Agreed. Be careful—Asaman’s tricks are formidable.”
“I’ll be cautious,” Ye Qiu said, more worried for Ye Wudi and Xiao Jiu. “You two watch out too.”
“Got it.”
Ye Wudi and Xiao Jiu responded in unison.
The trio stood shoulder to shoulder, their battle intent surging like a tidal wave.
