Ye Qiu held the Emperor’s Sword.
His entire body radiated immense killing intent.
He strode toward the Witch God Sect members.
Seeing someone suddenly intrude, the Witch God Sect members were startled, thinking it was the Dragon Gate army, and they immediately went on high alert.
Turning around.
The Witch God Sect members showed astonishment on their faces.
Just one person?
Instantly, they relaxed and began to mock.
“One person dares to storm our Witch God Sect headquarters, truly courting death!”
“Are all the Dragon Gate people idiots? First, Cao Yuan came alone to our headquarters, and now another young punk shows up, looks like he’s eager to join Cao Yuan in the underworld!”
“Such loyalty!”
“Hahaha…”
Hundreds of them burst into laughter, not taking Ye Qiu seriously at all.
In their eyes, Ye Qiu was no different from a corpse.
Ye Qiu said nothing, holding his sword and continuing forward.
The mocking continued:
“Kid, don’t you see where you are? The Witch God Sect headquarters isn’t a place you can just waltz into!”
“With so many of us, one slash each, and you’ll be minced meat.”
“Why bother slashing him? One piss from each of us could drown him.”
“Hahaha…”
Ye Qiu seemed deaf to their words, continuing to stride forward.
“Well, this kid’s got some guts!”
“With so many of us here, not only does he not run, he’s actually coming closer!”
“He’s just begging to die!”
Thud—
Ye Qiu suddenly stopped, pointing his sword at the hundreds of Witch God Sect disciples in the plaza, saying coldly, “Not one of you will live today.”
At these words, the Witch God Sect members were furious.
“Damn it, one guy dares to threaten us, you looking to die?”
“Talk about overestimating yourself, don’t you see where you are?”
“Kid, let me tell you, this is our Witch God Sect’s turf, it’s not your place to act tough.”
Ye Qiu’s face was expressionless, “After today, there will be no Witch God Sect in this world.”
“Kill!”
With a loud shout, Ye Qiu charged into the crowd with his sword.
Wherever the sword passed, heads fell.
Splat!
A spray of blood shot out.
In an instant, Ye Qiu had taken down several Witch God Sect disciples, enraging the others.
“Kill him!”
Hundreds of them rushed toward Ye Qiu, each using their techniques, intent on tearing him to pieces.
The scene was chaotic.
In the forest.
Tang Fei and the others kept their eyes on the battle in the plaza, seeing so many Witch God Sect disciples charging at Ye Qiu, Tang Fei’s heart grew tense.
“Will there be a problem?” Tang Fei quietly asked Qilin.
Qilin remained calm, saying, “Ye Qiu will be fine.”
“But the Witch God Sect has so many people…”
“Don’t worry, a flock of sheep can’t stop a wolf.”
Tang Fei was still uneasy, waving a hand to summon a warrior and ordering, “Tell the brothers to prepare, be ready to attack at any moment.”
“Yes!”
The warrior responded and quickly relayed the order, then over two hundred warriors spread out in the forest, finding positions and swiftly setting up assault rifles.
However, when these warriors saw the situation in the plaza, they felt their blood boil.
“Damn, Doctor Ye is fierce!”
Ye Qiu was like a god of slaughter, charging into the crowd and unleashing a massacre, unstoppable, invincible.
Wherever his sword went, blood sprayed.
One after another, bodies fell into pools of blood.
In less than five minutes, over a hundred Witch God Sect disciples lay dead in the plaza.
“What a monster!”
Tang Fei couldn’t help but exclaim, but what truly shocked him were the Witch God Sect disciples.
The disciples seemed oblivious to what death meant, charging at Ye Qiu recklessly, fearless even when they knew they were no match for him.
Tang Fei felt a chill in his heart.
“This bunch of lunatics, if we don’t eradicate them completely, once they leave Miaojiang and enter society, who knows how many people will fall victim to them.”
Killing intent also appeared in Tang Fei’s eyes.
Ten more minutes passed.
Only a hundred or so Witch God Sect disciples remained in the plaza.
They showed no fear of Ye Qiu’s strength, still charging at him relentlessly.
Ye Qiu showed no mercy.
Each swing of the Emperor’s Sword claimed a life.
Cao Yuan’s death filled Ye Qiu’s heart with boundless grief and rage, which he had to vent.
This was a slaughter.
Though Ye Qiu was alone against hundreds of Witch God Sect disciples, he was like a reaping machine, ceaselessly harvesting their lives.
The blood in the plaza grew thicker.
Eventually, the blood pooled together, like a stream, a shocking sight.
Five more minutes passed.
In the plaza, besides Ye Qiu, not a single living person remained.
Hundreds of Witch God Sect disciples lay in pools of blood, their bodies piled like mountains.
Remarkably, the Emperor’s Sword, Red Sky, bore not a single trace of blood despite killing so many.
Clang!
The Emperor’s Sword was sheathed.
Ye Qiu stepped toward Cao Yuan’s body, his face growing paler, his vision blurring.
Cao Yuan lay on the ground, his expression serene.
White hair at his temples, still clad in green robes.
Ye Qiu gazed at Cao Yuan’s body, a thousand words in his heart, his mouth opened, then closed.
At this moment, he didn’t know what to say.
Ye Qiu’s heart was enveloped in immense grief.
Words failed him.
He stood there, silently looking at Cao Yuan, his body motionless.
“Should we go over?” Tang Fei said from the forest.
Qilin shook his head, “Let Ye Qiu and the Nine Thousand Years have some time alone.”
Tang Fei said no more.
Time ticked by.
After an unknown period, a “whoosh” of cool wind swept through, stirring the plaza.
Ye Qiu’s body seemed to sway slightly in the breeze.
He looked at Cao Yuan, opened his mouth, and let out a hoarse roar from his throat, “Ye Qiu pays respects to the Nine Thousand Years!”
Thud.
Ye Qiu knelt on the ground, performing a deep bow.
Thump, thump, thump!
He kowtowed three times.
After finishing.
Ye Qiu stood, squatting in front of Cao Yuan, carefully examining the wounds on his body.
He didn’t miss a single injury.
Gradually, anger flared in Ye Qiu’s eyes.
Cao Yuan’s body was covered in countless wounds, many areas mangled, with several wounds in vital spots, showing that before his death, Cao Yuan had endured an extremely brutal battle.
“Based on the wounds on the Nine Thousand Years, it’s clear that before he died, he was ambushed.”
“And those who ambushed him were all skilled fighters.”
“For a figure like the Witch God to ambush the Nine Thousand Years, shameless!”
Ye Qiu was furious, standing abruptly and shouting, “Witch God, get out here!”
His voice thundered, shaking the heavens.
