Ye Qiu quickly picked up a sword from the ground.
This sword was left behind by the assassins who had previously surrounded and attacked Xiao Jiu, forged from fine steel, far inferior to the Imperial Sword Chixiao.
However, it did not affect Ye Qiu’s execution of the Grass Character Sword Technique.
As soon as Ye Qiu’s right hand gripped the sword hilt, before he could unleash his ultimate move, he saw Asaman raise the staff in his right hand, blocking Xiao Jiu.
“Mani mani hum…”
Asaman chanted incantations, and suddenly, a dazzling white light burst from the staff.
Boom!
Xiao Jiu was instantly thrown back, blood gushing from his mouth.
What kind of bizarre technique was this?
Ye Qiu was shocked.
At that moment, Asaman raised the staff again, and the white light fell upon Ye Wudi, shouting, “Die!”
A strange scene unfolded.
Ye Wudi’s body stiffened, and holding the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, he moved to slit his own throat.
Seeing this, Ye Qiu’s face paled with fear, and he hurriedly drew a Five Thunder Talisman.
“Boom!”
The Five Thunder Talisman struck the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, stopping Ye Wudi’s “suicide.” Then, Ye Qiu flashed forward, grabbed Ye Wudi’s shoulder, and quickly retreated dozens of metres.
Only when they reached a safe area did Ye Qiu check Ye Wudi’s condition.
At that moment, Ye Wudi’s eyes were dull, as if he had been cursed.
What was going on?
Ye Qiu quickly checked Ye Wudi’s pulse, only to find that the energy within his body was in complete disarray.
Without time to think, Ye Qiu channelled his innate energy into Ye Wudi’s body.
Instantly, Ye Wudi shuddered, and his eyes became clear again.
“How do you feel?” Ye Qiu asked, glancing at Asaman, who hadn’t pursued them.
Asaman’s left arm had been severed by the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, and he was now healing himself.
Ye Wudi looked confused. “What happened to me?”
“I’m the one who should be asking you what happened! Why did you suddenly try to kill yourself?” Ye Qiu asked.
“Kill myself?”
Ye Wudi seemed to recall something, a cold sweat breaking out on his back. He cursed, “I was careless just now and almost fell victim to that old bastard’s head-lowering technique.”
Ye Qiu had previously been warned by Ye Wudi that Asaman was a head-lowering master.
Ye Wudi explained, “The head-lowering technique is a bizarre dark art, similar to gu poison techniques, and it comes in many forms, such as spirit-lowering, gu-lowering, sound-lowering, and drug-lowering…”
“If I’m not mistaken, what Asaman used just now was spirit-lowering.”
“Spirit-lowering is a mental attack technique. The head-lowering master uses their willpower to make the victim experience illusions or lose consciousness, causing them to do unthinkable things.”
“When that white light hit me, I felt as though I had completely lost faith in life, my heart filled with despair, wanting only to end it all and leave this world.”
Ye Wudi said with lingering fear, “Thankfully, you saved me, or I would’ve died here today.”
The head-lowering technique was that powerful?
Ye Qiu asked, “Is there a way to counter it?”
“There is,” Ye Wudi replied. “As long as your heart is as steadfast as a rock, or if you protect your head with true energy, you won’t be affected by spirit-lowering.”
Ye Qiu was surprised. “It’s that simple?”
Ye Wudi said, “It sounds simple, but it’s very difficult to achieve. Don’t forget, Asaman isn’t an ordinary head-lowering master. He’s ranked tenth on the Divine List, and his cultivation far surpasses ours.”
Ye Qiu smiled. “Though he’s a Divine List master, he’s lost his left arm, so his combat ability will be greatly reduced.”
“Rest for a bit.”
“I’ll go check on the Champion Marquis.”
With that, Ye Qiu quickly approached Xiao Jiu.
Xiao Jiu was sitting on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his handsome face deathly pale.
“Champion Marquis, are you alright?” Ye Qiu asked.
Xiao Jiu forced a smile and said, “I’m fine. Asaman, that old bastard, is too strong. Killing him won’t be easy.”
It wasn’t just difficult—it was nearly impossible.
After all, Xiao Jiu was ranked first on the Dragon List, only half a step away from the Divine List.
As for Ye Wudi, though not as strong as Xiao Jiu in his prime, he wasn’t far behind.
And Ye Qiu, having received a hundred years of power from the monk Kongjian, had mastered the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Combined with two moves of the Grass Character Sword Technique and his talisman trump cards, his combat strength was no less than Xiao Jiu at his peak.
Even so, the three of them together couldn’t stop Asaman.
Of course, if Xiao Jiu hadn’t been injured, the situation might have been slightly better.
“Ye Qiu, to be honest, I didn’t expect you to come save me.”
“And I certainly didn’t expect that, in such a short time, your cultivation would improve so drastically.”
“I’ll repay you and Ye Wudi’s life-saving grace in the next life. For now, I’ll hold Asaman off. You and Ye Wudi should leave first.”
Xiao Jiu said, “Rather than all of us dying here, it’s better if I take that old bastard down with me.”
Ye Qiu’s eyes narrowed.
From Xiao Jiu’s words, it seemed he still had a trump card!
Ye Qiu劝道, “Champion Marquis, we’re not at the end of the road yet. Let’s fight Asaman again. Maybe we can take him down.”
Xiao Jiu said gravely, “Divine List masters aren’t so easily defeated. Asaman’s lost an arm, and now he’ll use thunderous methods to kill us…”
Before he could finish, a massive wave of killing intent surged towards them.
Ye Qiu turned to see Asaman standing up from the ground, striding towards them.
His killing aura was overwhelming.
Asaman’s presence was terrifying, and wherever he passed, the wind and snow parted automatically.
He was like a god, looking down on all living beings.
With each step, Asaman spoke:
“You killed my mount.”
“You severed my left arm.”
“Today, even if the gods themselves came, they couldn’t save you.”
“All of you will die!”
Boom!
Asaman shot forward like a cannonball, appearing instantly in front of Ye Wudi, smashing his staff down fiercely.
Ye Wudi showed no fear, gripping the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow to meet the attack.
Clang, clang, clang—
The sound of fierce collisions rang out. In less than ten seconds, Ye Wudi was kicked away by Asaman.
Immediately after, Asaman turned, teleporting-like, to appear before Ye Qiu, raising his staff high.
“Die!”
Asaman roared, and a brilliant white light erupted from the staff.
Head-lowering technique!
Ye Qiu was prepared. Seeing Asaman use the head-lowering technique, he didn’t hesitate, flashing away to escape.
However, after retreating to a distance, Ye Qiu realised Asaman hadn’t pursued him. Feeling something was off, he looked back to see the brilliant white light from Asaman’s staff enveloping Xiao Jiu.
Damn, the old bastard’s real target was Xiao Jiu.
Ye Qiu was shocked and shouted, “Stop!”
But it was too late.
A cold, cruel smile appeared on Asaman’s face as he roared at Xiao Jiu:
“Die!”
