Bang!
As Ye Qiu was sent flying, Miyamoto Musashi closed in, aiming another punch at his head.
If this punch landed, Ye Qiu would be dead.
Whoosh.
Ye Qiu activated a Lightning Talisman, his body flashing like a streak of light, narrowly dodging Miyamoto Musashi’s fist and stepping over ten meters away.
Just as he steadied himself, Miyamoto Musashi’s voice sounded in his ear: “Your speed is too slow.”
Ye Qiu jumped in fright, about to dodge again, when a sharp pain shot through his ribs.
Boom!
Ye Qiu was sent flying, crashing over twenty meters away, his back hitting the ground with a loud thud.
“Careful!” Shadow’s alarmed shout rang out.
Ye Qiu opened his eyes to see Miyamoto Musashi descending from the sky like a cannonball, his right foot aiming for Ye Qiu’s heart.
He was incredibly fast.
In the blink of an eye, the distance between them shrank to half a meter.
In the critical moment, Ye Qiu rolled to the side. Miyamoto Musashi’s foot missed, striking the ground.
Boom!
A half-meter-wide crater appeared, dust flying everywhere.
If that kick had hit Ye Qiu, his heart would have been crushed.
“Heh, you dodged one kick. Can you dodge a second?” Miyamoto Musashi sneered coldly, sweeping a whirlwind kick toward Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu slammed his right palm on the ground, lifting his body into the air, spinning three times, then performing a backflip to evade the kick.
Bang!
Miyamoto Musashi’s kick hit the ground.
Crack, crack, crack—
A ten-meter-long fissure split the earth, sending a chill through Ye Qiu.
“Damn, this old bastard’s inhuman.”
Ye Qiu quickly retreated, joining Shadow and Ye Wudi.
“Third Uncle, how’s your injury? Can you still fight?” Ye Qiu asked.
Ye Wudi replied, “Just a minor injury. I can fight.”
“Third Uncle, can you check with Third Aunt? When’s she getting here?”
Ye Qiu was worried they wouldn’t survive until the Dragon Maiden arrived. Miyamoto Musashi’s combat power was overwhelming.
“I messaged her earlier, but she hasn’t replied. No idea what she’s doing,” Ye Wudi grumbled. “Dropping the ball at a critical moment. If I don’t die today, I’ll deal with her later.”
Ye Qiu’s heart sank. The Dragon Maiden not responding was bad news.
What if she didn’t show up?
Though she loved Ye Wudi, they were facing the third-ranked God List expert. It was possible she’d back out.
Shadow voiced Ye Qiu’s concern: “Wudi, what if that woman doesn’t come?”
“No way, she said she would,” Ye Wudi insisted. “I trust she’ll show up.”
Ye Qiu made a quick decision. “We keep stalling. If Third Aunt doesn’t arrive soon, we’ll have to go all out.”
“Alright,” Shadow nodded.
The three approached Miyamoto Musashi in a triangular formation.
Miyamoto Musashi looked at them with contempt. “With such meager skills, you think you can hunt me? Foolish.”
“Or perhaps you don’t even understand the power of a God List expert.”
“No matter. I’ll show you the strength of the third-ranked God List now.”
As his words fell, Miyamoto Musashi vanished and appeared before Ye Wudi.
He punched Ye Wudi, sending him flying.
Then, like teleporting, he kicked Ye Qiu, knocking him back.
The next second, his fist was in front of Shadow.
It all happened impossibly fast.
Bang!
Shadow reacted quickly, meeting Miyamoto Musashi’s punch head-on but was sent flying.
The three couldn’t withstand a single strike.
Miyamoto Musashi exuded invincible dominance. After knocking them back, he pursued like a shadow.
Ye Qiu used an Invisibility Talisman to conceal himself, but Miyamoto Musashi still punched him out of hiding, blood spraying from his mouth.
“Kid, die!”
Miyamoto Musashi aimed a punch to finish Ye Qiu, but Shadow and Ye Wudi arrived in time to block him.
They only held him for five seconds.
In those five seconds, Miyamoto Musashi threw four punches, two each to Ye Wudi and Shadow, sending them flying.
Crack!
Crack!
Shadow’s chest bones snapped, his chest caving in, severely injured.
Ye Wudi’s left arm broke again, his body crashing to the ground, spitting blood.
In less than two minutes, the three were utterly defeated.
Miyamoto Musashi stood like a war god, unstoppable and unrivaled.
Confident in his prowess, he didn’t finish them off immediately. Instead, he stood in place, smiling. “I’ll give you one last chance. Come at me together!”
Ye Qiu said grimly, “Third Uncle, you and Senior Shadow leave. I’ll hold him off.”
With the Dragon Maiden absent, the three of them had no chance of killing Miyamoto Musashi.
Their only option was to flee.
Ye Qiu felt deep guilt. He’d made the God-Slaying Plan to take down Miyamoto Musashi, but it had led to this disaster.
“I’m sorry, I dragged you into this,” Ye Qiu apologized to Ye Wudi and Shadow.
Ye Wudi said, “We’re family. No talk of dragging anyone.”
Shadow added, “Ye Qiu, you can’t stop him. I’ll do it. When I left the capital, I promised the old master I’d protect you, even at the cost of my life.”
“I’ll hold him off.”
“You and Wudi go.”
Shadow pulled out a small porcelain bottle, took out two dark pills, and swallowed them.
Instantly, his aura surged.
Moments later, he charged, clashing with Miyamoto Musashi like a bolt of lightning.
Bang!
Their fists collided, and Shadow staggered back over ten steps.
“Forcing your cultivation with drugs? Useless. You won’t last long,” Miyamoto Musashi sneered, rushing at Shadow.
They traded blows rapidly.
“Ye Qiu, get out of here. I’m helping Shadow,” Ye Wudi said, raising his blade to charge, but Ye Qiu grabbed his shoulder.
“Third Uncle, give me the blade. I’ll handle him,” Ye Qiu said.
Ye Wudi shook his head. “I can die, but you can’t.”
“You’re Big Brother’s only bloodline.”
“I’ll protect you with my life.”
As Ye Wudi spoke, he rushed forward, but as he neared Miyamoto Musashi, a fist appeared at his throat.
Miyamoto Musashi was too fast. Ye Wudi didn’t have time to swing his blade or dodge.
Ye Qiu was about to act when a faint golden light flashed, appearing in front of Ye Wudi.
