Three against one.
Asaman sat atop the lion, his face cold and imperious, like a deity looking down.
To him, Ye Qiu and the others were mere ants.
Ye Qiu smirked at Asaman. “First time seeing a God List master. I wonder if you’re all hype?”
Asaman replied coldly, “Hype? Try me and find out.”
“Exactly my plan!”
Ye Qiu struck first.
Swish!
He charged, throwing a punch.
Asaman seemed unbothered, only raising his palm slowly when the fist was twenty centimeters away, blocking it.
Bang!
Ye Qiu’s punch hit Asaman’s palm, not injuring him but forcing Ye Qiu back to his starting point.
Ye Qiu was stunned.
That punch, though a test, carried sixty percent of his strength, yet Asaman deflected it effortlessly.
His eyes grew wary.
Asaman’s voice cut through. “This probing wastes time and achieves nothing.”
“Use your strongest move.”
“Once I get serious, you won’t get another chance.”
He glanced at Xiao Jiu and Ye Wudi. “You two, join him.”
His tone dripped with arrogance.
“Old fool, don’t get cocky. Try another punch!” Ye Qiu rushed forward, striking again.
As before, Asaman waited until the fist neared, then leisurely raised his palm to block.
This time, Ye Qiu used seventy percent of his strength.
Not only did it fail to harm Asaman, but the old man didn’t even budge atop the lion.
Asaman said, “I told you, this probing is meaningless.”
“Is it?” Ye Qiu’s lips curled into a smile.
Asaman sensed danger.
He reacted instantly, swinging his scepter at Ye Qiu’s head.
If it connected, Ye Qiu’s skull would shatter.
Whoosh!
Ye Qiu flicked a sword qi, striking the scepter.
The scepter slowed slightly, giving Ye Qiu time to retract his fist and launch a whirlwind kick at Asaman’s neck.
“Hmph, parlor tricks!” Asaman snorted, slapping his palm out.
But he hit air.
Ye Qiu’s figure vanished from his sight.
That move again!
Asaman’s sunken eyes glinted with chilling menace.
He’d seen Ye Qiu use this trick to ambush Gunuir.
Shrugging his shoulders, Asaman twisted ninety degrees, his left hand guarding his chest.
Bang!
Ye Qiu reappeared behind him, kicking, only to be blocked.
Ye Qiu was shocked.
His speed was extraordinary; even a master like Ye Wudi might not block such a stealth attack, enhanced by the Invisibility Curse.
Yet Asaman countered it with ease.
“Worthy of a God List master—leagues above Dragon List experts,” Ye Qiu marveled inwardly.
“Kid, you underestimate me. I’m not that fool Gunuir,” Asaman sneered, his palm darting to seize Ye Qiu’s ankle.
Swish!
Ye Qiu vanished again, followed by a sword’s cry near Asaman’s ear.
Asaman tilted his head, dodging the sword qi.
But then—boom!—a massive jolt shook him.
He turned to see Ye Qiu’s fist smash into the lion’s head.
Blood streamed from the lion’s shattered skull; without a sound, its massive body collapsed.
Ye Qiu, successful, retreated to his original spot, grinning.
His earlier attacks weren’t just to test Asaman but to kill the lion.
That beast was Asaman’s prop for posturing, and Ye Qiu despised it.
Asaman leaped off as the lion fell with a thud, twitching briefly before going still.
Dead.
Asaman glared at Ye Qiu, his wrinkled face trembling with fury over the lion’s death.
“Kid, I meant to let you live a few more minutes, but killing my mount has enraged me.”
“Now, I’ll show you a God List master’s power.”
“Prepare to die!”
Asaman moved.
Whoosh!
He appeared before Ye Qiu, grabbing for his throat.
Ye Qiu was startled. The speed was unprecedented, faster than lightning, almost teleportation. He couldn’t even dodge.
Fortunately, Ye Wudi was prepared, slashing horizontally with Great Xia Dragon Sparrow.
Asaman’s hand, aimed at Ye Qiu, redirected to grab the blade.
A terrifying sight unfolded.
Asaman’s hand clashed with the blade, sparking like two divine weapons colliding.
Worse, the razor-sharp Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, heavy with killing intent, didn’t even scratch Asaman’s hand.
Bang!
Asaman punched the blade, knocking Ye Wudi back, then resumed his assault on Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu dodged frantically, but Asaman’s speed was overwhelming, inescapable.
Twice, he nearly got caught.
With no choice, Ye Qiu drew a Lightning Talisman to boost his speed.
Even then, he couldn’t shake Asaman.
Frustration surged. In the past, being outmatched was normal due to his weaker cultivation. But now, with Master Kongjian’s century of power, being chased like this was humiliating.
Screw it, fight to the end!
Ye Qiu flashed, leaping into the air, spinning, and kicking at Asaman’s face.
Asaman countered with a punch to Ye Qiu’s sole.
Bang!
The collision sent a tidal wave of force through Ye Qiu, like a lightning strike, hurling him backward.
Asaman, capitalizing, struck Great Xia Dragon Sparrow’s back, repelling Ye Wudi, then chased Ye Qiu, aiming to kill him as he landed.
Xiao Jiu saw Asaman’s intent.
He intervened, leaping high, his warblade slashing down at Asaman’s head.
