Whoosh!
The war blade slashed down towards Asaman’s head.
Incredibly fierce.
If this strike from Xiao Jiu landed, even Asaman, a God List expert, would not escape death.
However, Asaman raised his right hand, using his staff to block the blade, then let out a roar at Xiao Jiu.
“Get lost—”
The terrifying soundwave sent Xiao Jiu flying on the spot.
Xiao Jiu was primarily hindered by his injuries; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so dishevelled.
“Xiao Jiu, you wait there. I’ll deal with you later. Right now, I’m going to take care of this kid.”
Asaman pointed at Ye Qiu, his killing intent fully exposed. “You killed my mount; your crime deserves ten thousand deaths.”
“Even if God himself came today, he couldn’t save you.”
“Die!”
Swoosh!
With a single step, Asaman was in front of Ye Qiu.
His speed was unbelievably fast.
Ye Qiu had no time to think. He immediately used his invisibility spell, hoping to evade Asaman and strike when the opportunity arose.
At that moment, Asaman’s deeply sunken eyes emitted a green glow.
“Zoom!”
Asaman threw a punch.
Boom!
Ye Qiu’s body was sent flying, crashing hard twenty metres away.
Ye Qiu’s physique was extraordinarily resilient, showing no external injuries, but Asaman’s punch was immensely powerful, damaging his internal organs.
His chest churned with blood and energy.
A mouthful of blood welled up in his throat.
Ye Qiu quickly swallowed it back, ignoring his injuries. With a carp’s leap, he sprang to his feet, his eyes fixed gravely on Asaman.
He was utterly shocked.
How is this possible?
I used the invisibility spell—how could this old man still find me?
What’s going on?
Asaman sneered, “Did you really think invisibility could save your life?”
“Kid, you’re too naive!”
“In the face of absolute strength, all tricks are paper tigers.”
“I recall your fingertips can emit sword energy. If I’m not mistaken, that’s the Six Meridians Divine Sword from Dali’s Tianlong Temple, isn’t it?”
“Use it now, or you won’t get the chance.”
Asaman stared at Ye Qiu, his eyes glinting as if hiding a blade, his shrivelled, cracked lips curling into a pale, eerie smile.
“Want to see the Six Meridians Divine Sword? Fine, I’ll let you see it.”
Ye Qiu understood.
At this point, he had to play his trump card.
Asaman was too powerful; ordinary tactics wouldn’t harm him.
If this continued, the situation would be dire for them.
Among Ye Qiu’s trump cards, the Grass Sword Technique was his most powerful attack, but he wasn’t ready to use it yet.
The Grass Sword Technique had a drawback: it required immense internal energy to sustain. With Ye Qiu’s current cultivation, unleashing two strikes would deplete his stamina entirely, requiring half an hour to recover.
Thus, he didn’t dare use it recklessly.
If he used the Grass Sword Technique and failed to kill Asaman, he’d be a sitting duck.
He had to wait…
Wait for the perfect moment to strike.
Only when the opportunity for a fatal blow arose would he dare use the Grass Sword Technique for a final, decisive strike.
For now, he would use his other trump cards to keep Asaman at bay.
Ye Qiu looked at Asaman, his face stern, subtly circulating the Nine Transformations Dragon Art.
Asaman beckoned to Ye Qiu arrogantly, saying, “You’re too weak. Crushing you is easier than crushing an ant.”
An ant?
You dare compare me to an ant? Am I that small?
“Argh—”
Ye Qiu suddenly roared, his handsome face twisting slightly.
His right hand clenched into a fist.
He charged forward like a leopard.
This time, Ye Qiu abandoned flashy moves, opting to fight with his fists.
Old man, you like to act tough?
I’ll punch you to death!
Seeing Ye Qiu’s actions, Asaman’s disdain grew. “At this point, you still won’t use your trump card? You’re just asking to die.”
Asaman casually raised his palm to meet Ye Qiu’s fist.
Bang!
A loud crash, and Ye Qiu staggered back, repelled by the force in Asaman’s palm.
At the same time, Asaman’s shoulder twitched, and his body involuntarily retreated.
Step, step, step—
Asaman took seven or eight steps back before steadying himself.
“Hm?” Surprise flashed in Asaman’s eyes. Clearly, he hadn’t expected Ye Qiu’s punch to push him back.
When his palm met Ye Qiu’s fist, he felt a force of ten thousand pounds in Ye Qiu’s strike.
“No wonder strength experts like Singer and Gumu weren’t your match. Your strength is impressive, but sadly, strength alone isn’t enough against me,” Asaman said.
“Not enough? Then let’s try again.”
Ye Qiu charged forward again.
In the previous punch, he had used ninety percent of his strength. This time, he pushed it to a hundred percent.
Hah!
With a soft shout, Ye Qiu’s fist was enveloped in a faint golden glow as it smashed towards Asaman.
“Again? Courting death.”
A trace of killing intent curled Asaman’s lips. His left hand formed a fist, meeting Ye Qiu’s punch head-on.
Bang!
Their fists collided fiercely, both their bodies trembling for a moment.
Then,
Shock appeared on Asaman’s face. Before he could react, his body flew backwards like a football kicked by a foot.
As he was flung back, Asaman quickly jammed his staff into the ground, trying to steady himself.
But it didn’t work.
His back scraped along the ground for over ten metres before crashing into a rock with a “boom.”
Pfft—
Leaning against the rock, Asaman spat out a mouthful of blood.
His eyes were filled with deep shock.
Asaman hadn’t expected Ye Qiu’s punch to carry such immense power, surpassing even his own as a God List expert.
If it came down to pure strength, he was no match for Ye Qiu.
“Strike!” Ye Qiu shouted, pushing his speed to the limit as the Six Meridians Divine Sword erupted.
Swish!
Swish, swish!
In an instant, sword energy crisscrossed the air.
Asaman dodged hastily. He evaded three sword energies, but Ye Qiu was already in front of him.
“Bang!”
Ye Qiu threw another punch.
Asaman didn’t dare meet it head-on this time and dodged again.
“Boom!”
Ye Qiu’s fist smashed into the rock, shattering the several-metre-tall stone on the spot.
Ye Qiu swiftly raised his left hand.
Swish!
Swish! Swish!
Three sword energies shot towards Asaman at close range.
Asaman kept dodging, but just as he avoided the sword energies, the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow silently slashed into his left arm.
This strike finally took effect.
Splat!
His left arm was severed instantly, blood spraying wildly. Asaman grunted in pain, swinging his staff with his right hand towards Ye Wudi.
At that moment, an immense sense of danger enveloped him.
Asaman’s heart jolted. He looked up urgently to see Xiao Jiu, war blade in hand, slashing down at his head with unstoppable force.
Ye Qiu’s eyes lit up.
The moment for a fatal strike had arrived!
