Suddenly, the air was thick with killing intent.
Miyamoto Musashi, like a startled rabbit, halted abruptly, turning his head.
There stood Ye Qiu atop a tree, exuding an earth-shattering killing intent.
To be precise, this intent radiated from Ye Qiu’s right hand.
“He still has a trump card?”
Miyamoto Musashi was both shocked and enraged, his eyes locked onto Ye Qiu’s right hand, as if trying to discern what he held.
The Dragon Lady and the others were equally stunned, for this killing intent chilled even them to the bone.
“Is this Ye Qiu’s ultimate trump card?”
“What is it?”
“How is it so terrifying?”
As curiosity gripped them, Ye Qiu tightly clenched his right hand.
“Burst!”
The sword talisman shattered.
With a “zheng,” a piercing sword cry echoed through the heavens, accompanied by a flash of golden light, as three sword energies hovered above Ye Qiu’s head.
Each sword energy, about ten feet long and as thick as a barrel, radiated a horrifying, destructive aura.
At the same time, Ye Qiu felt his meridians surge with immense power, connected to the three sword energies, as if with a mere gesture, he could slay all things in the world.
“This isn’t like the sword talisman that old man used to scare off the Dragon Lady in the Northern Border.”
“This talisman’s power is even greater.”
Ye Qiu was both shocked and elated, feeling invincible in that moment.
Miyamoto Musashi’s face grew grave.
“What kind of secret technique is this?”
“Why does it make me feel so outmatched?”
“Could these three sword energies actually kill me?”
Hmph!
Miyamoto Musashi let out a heavy sneer, pointing his Amaterasu Flowing Cloud at Ye Qiu and shouting, “Kid, no matter what tricks you have today, you can’t stop me.”
“In the face of absolute strength, any secret technique you use is futile.”
“Accept your death obediently!”
Miyamoto Musashi channelled his true qi, converging all nine streams into the Amaterasu Flowing Cloud.
In an instant, the sword’s edge gleamed with a chilling killing intent.
“Die!”
Miyamoto Musashi roared, charging at Ye Qiu with his sword.
Ye Qiu remained calm, extending his right index finger, lightly flicking one of the golden sword energies above his head.
“Go.”
As soon as he spoke, with a “whoosh,” a golden sword energy shot forth like a dragon emerging from the sea, heading straight for Miyamoto Musashi.
From over ten metres away, Miyamoto Musashi felt the terrifying killing intent from the sword energy and moved to dodge.
But the sword energy was faster than him.
Before he could evade, the golden sword energy was already upon him.
At the critical moment, Miyamoto Musashi raised his Amaterasu Flowing Cloud, striking the golden sword energy with all his might.
“Clang!”
A deafening sound rang out.
The golden sword energy was unaffected, continuing to bear down on Miyamoto Musashi.
What?
Miyamoto Musashi was caught off guard, not expecting to fail to block the golden sword energy. In a panic, he quickly pulled back the Amaterasu Flowing Cloud, holding it across his chest.
“Boom!”
The golden sword energy struck the Amaterasu Flowing Cloud, the immense force causing Miyamoto Musashi to spit blood on the spot.
Then, like a kite with a broken string, his body flew back forty or fifty metres, crashing hard into the ground.
This scene stunned the Dragon Lady and the others.
After all, their combined efforts earlier had only sent Miyamoto Musashi flying twenty metres.
Yet now, Ye Qiu, with just one sword energy, had blasted him so far.
Unbelievable!
At that moment, Ye Qiu’s voice rang from the treetop, “Great Eastern Martial God, nine streams of true qi, and this is all?”
“Pathetic!”
Hearing this, Ye Wudi and the others couldn’t help but roll their eyes.
You little punk, showing off at a time like this, how shameless!
“Ye Qiu, stop talking and finish him,” Ye Wudi shouted.
“Got it.” Ye Qiu extended his right index finger, preparing to unleash the second sword energy.
Suddenly, he saw Miyamoto Musashi crawl up from the ground.
Though Miyamoto Musashi had blocked the sword energy with his Amaterasu Flowing Cloud, he’d suffered internal injuries. His chest heaved with churning blood, his organs nearly shattered.
On top of that, several of his bones were broken.
“Kid, killing me won’t be that easy.”
As Miyamoto Musashi spoke, a terrifying aura emanated from him, making souls tremble.
Like a demon breaking free from chains, he seemed to have stepped from hell into the mortal world.
Endless killing intent swept forth.
Miyamoto Musashi’s eyes turned blood-red, the nine streams of true qi coiling around his arms like nine iron rings.
In that moment, the Amaterasu Flowing Cloud transformed.
Its once cold, gleaming blade quickly turned red, as if blood flowed within, exuding a thick stench of blood, its murderous aura piercing the heavens.
“What’s he doing?” Ye Wudi exclaimed.
The Dragon Lady said, “Miyamoto Musashi is about to use his ultimate killing move, we need to retreat.”
At once, the group fell back to watch from a distance.
Miyamoto Musashi, gripping the Amaterasu Flowing Cloud, advanced with purpose.
“Thud!”
Suddenly, his right foot stomped heavily on the ground, his body soaring into the air before lightly landing on a treetop, facing Ye Qiu from afar.
He stared at Ye Qiu, his eyes brimming with terrifying killing intent, and said coldly, “You, not even on the God List, have forced me to use my trump card. You should be proud to die.”
Ye Qiu smiled faintly, “Me, go to hell? I’m afraid you can’t make that happen.”
“Don’t believe me? Let’s see.”
As Miyamoto Musashi spoke, he swung his sword, roaring, “Death Strike!”
Clang, clang, clang…
A series of sword cries filled the air.
In thirty seconds, Miyamoto Musashi unleashed one hundred and eight slashes.
These one hundred and eight slashes didn’t land on Ye Qiu but struck the air, forming one hundred and eight sword energies that wove into a terrifying net, descending upon Ye Qiu.
If this sword net enveloped Ye Qiu, it would shred him to pieces.
The net was dense and menacing, and even from a few metres away, Ye Qiu felt his skin prickle, as if it were being torn apart.
Yet, he remained calm.
Standing his ground, unmoving, his eyes filled with boundless killing intent, he flicked his finger, “Destroy.”
Whoosh!
The second golden sword energy shot skyward, striking the sword net.
“Boom!”
The sword net shattered into dust.
“How… how is this possible? Argh…” Miyamoto Musashi let out a cry, plummeting from the air to the ground.
After a moment, Miyamoto Musashi struggled to his feet, his face pale, his body swaying.
His Death Strike had failed to kill, and instead, he suffered severe backlash.
Ye Qiu looked down from above, saying coldly, “Miyamoto Musashi, I’ll give you one last chance.”
“Make your move!”
“After today, the Great East will have no Martial God!”
