Whoosh—
The cold wind howled.
Snowflakes danced wildly in the air.
Ye Qiu and the others exuded a towering killing intent, pressing towards Asaman in unison.
“Heh, two more fools seeking death. Very well.”
Asaman, holding his staff, pointed at the five of them arrogantly and said, “Don’t waste this priest’s time. Come at me together!”
“At this point, you still dare to act so brazen? It seems it’s time to teach you a lesson.”
As Xiao Jiu spoke, he handed his war knife to Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu was puzzled.
He didn’t understand what Xiao Jiu meant.
“That sword in your hand is too inferior. Use my knife!” Xiao Jiu said. “Though my knife isn’t as good as the Imperial Sword Chixiao, it has tasted countless blood and is perfect for killing.”
Ye Qiu asked, “If you give me your knife, how will you deal with that old bastard?”
“Want to know?” Xiao Jiu gave a mysterious smile. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
Xiao Jiu handed the war knife to Ye Qiu and then strode towards Asaman.
With each step forward, his aura grew stronger.
Though heavily injured, Xiao Jiu stood tall and straight, like a divine sword that would rather break than bend.
At the same time, a ferocious energy radiated from Xiao Jiu, surging and overwhelming, as if a fierce tiger had awakened.
“Thud!”
As Xiao Jiu took a step, a loud boom rang out, like a war drum, deafening. A deep crack appeared in the ground instantly.
His fighting spirit was rising steadily.
In just a moment, Ye Qiu noticed that Xiao Jiu’s fighting spirit had reached an unprecedented height, as if a war god had possessed him.
The falling snowflakes, when within two metres of Xiao Jiu, were blasted into powder.
His soaring killing intent shattered the wind and snowfall!
In Asaman’s cold, eerie eyes, a trace of wicked amusement flickered, tinged with…
Excitement!
Yes, excitement.
It was the kind of thrill a hunter feels when spotting prey.
“Champion Marquis, are you finally going to use your trump card?”
“Excellent!”
“I hope you don’t disappoint this priest.”
Asaman also released a chilling aura, as if it came from the depths of the underworld, sending shivers down one’s spine.
Then, pointing his staff at Xiao Jiu, he shouted, “Come and meet your death!”
Xiao Jiu stepped forward, continuing to close in on Asaman, and as he advanced, he said, “You’re merely the lowest-ranked on the Divine List. What gives you the right to shout at this Marquis? Trash!”
Trash…
Who would dare say such a thing?
After all, Asaman was the tenth-ranked master on the Divine List, the most formidable head-lowering master of the Brahmin!
Who would dare call him trash?
But Xiao Jiu did.
Ye Qiu and the others felt their blood surge with excitement, sensing an unparalleled dominance emanating from Xiao Jiu.
This dominance stemmed from his absolute confidence in his own strength.
Asaman said coldly, “Hmph, to dare call this priest trash, Xiao Jiu, you’re the first! You’ll pay for your words!”
However, Xiao Jiu’s response was a single word.
“Kill!”
With a roar, Xiao Jiu charged forward.
Asaman immediately met Xiao Jiu’s attack.
The two collided like a comet striking the earth.
A fierce clash ensued.
In the blink of an eye, they exchanged over thirty moves.
Boom!
The staff sent Xiao Jiu flying.
Asaman said coldly, “A dying man dares to challenge me? Truly overestimating yourself.”
“Is it really overestimating myself? I think not.” Xiao Jiu clenched his right fist.
In an instant, his military coat fluttered wildly.
Ye Qiu clearly sensed that, at this moment, Xiao Jiu’s aura had changed.
If Xiao Jiu had been filled with dominance before, now he was like an invincible overlord.
On Xiao Jiu’s right fist, three faint strands of white light swirled.
Though these three strands were as thin as hair, they emitted a terrifying sharpness.
“That’s… true energy!”
Qinglong exclaimed.
“To think the Champion Marquis has cultivated three strands of true energy!” Qilin’s face was full of shock.
Ye Qiu was also stunned. Xiao Jiu, only in his thirties, had cultivated three strands of true energy. Such martial talent was unmatched in the current era.
After all, even supreme masters like Long Wu and the monk Kongjian, who had trained for a century, had only cultivated three strands of true energy.
This showed just how terrifying Xiao Jiu’s strength was.
“The top of the Dragon List is indeed formidable. If the Champion Marquis weren’t injured, he could probably take down that old bastard,” Qinglong said after the shock.
A glint flashed in Ye Wudi’s eyes as he said, “Of all the people I’ve seen, Xiao Jiu’s martial talent ranks in the top three.”
Just the top three?
Qilin asked curiously, “Who are the top two?”
“My brother, Ye Wushuang, and as for the other…” Ye Wudi paused, then said, “Xiao Jiu is about to use his ultimate killing move.”
At that, everyone looked up ahead.
“Asaman, let me show you the power of my fist.”
After saying this, Xiao Jiu moved like a dragon bursting from the sea, instantly rushing to Asaman and throwing a punch.
This punch was earth-shattering, unstoppable!
Asaman showed no fear, gripping his staff and swinging it at Xiao Jiu’s fist.
Boom!
The staff collided with the fist, and a spray of blood splattered.
Step, step, step—
Asaman staggered back over a dozen steps before steadying himself. The webbing of his right hand, gripping the staff, had split open, blood flowing freely.
“The Champion Marquis has the upper hand!”
Ye Qiu and the others widened their eyes in shock, amazed that Xiao Jiu, despite his injuries, could wound Asaman.
“Kill!”
Xiao Jiu let out a roar, his dominance surging. He was like a demon god breaking free from hell, shattering his chains, utterly terrifying.
Asaman’s expression grew grave. He began chanting a spell, his voice strange and grating, as if his throat were filled with nails, making one’s scalp tingle.
The next second, the staff flew above Asaman’s head, releasing a brilliant white light.
Head-lowering technique!
To everyone’s surprise, this white light didn’t attack Xiao Jiu but enveloped Asaman entirely, like a transparent glass dome, shielding him within.
Boom!
Xiao Jiu’s punch landed on the white light, producing a “clang” as if striking a steel plate.
The white light was incredibly sturdy, not trembling in the slightest, and Asaman, fully encased in it, was completely unharmed.
Asaman grinned, “Xiao Jiu, I stand invincible. What can you do to me?”
“You ask what I can do? I’ll answer you now—this Marquis can crush you!”
Xiao Jiu’s eyes blazed with ferocity. His fists swung repeatedly, hammering the white light, producing continuous “clang clang” sounds that echoed through the canyon.
His fist technique was terrifying, not only fierce but also capable of boosting his fighting spirit.
The more he fought, the fiercer he became.
At this moment, it seemed nothing in the world could withstand Xiao Jiu’s fists.
Ten punches in succession.
“Crack!”
The white light shattered, and Asaman was sent flying with a single punch.
