The three middle-aged men exuded a terrifying killing intent—stepping forward together—closing in on Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu’s right hand reached behind him—gripping the Emperor’s Sword—ready to draw and fight.
Suddenly.
Ye Qiu recalled something—looking at the three men—he asked: “When you killed Ninth Thousand Years—did the Witch God take part?”
The man on the left sneered: “A mere Cao Yuan? Why would Master need to act?”
Ye Qiu’s heart sank at these words.
The Witch God didn’t act—so who killed Ninth Thousand Years?
“Did you kill Ninth Thousand Years?” Ye Qiu asked—then shook his head—saying: “With your cultivation—you couldn’t have killed him.”
The middle-aged man said: “To kill Cao Yuan—my four senior brothers gave their lives.”
“That eunuch Cao Yuan was cunning—silently cultivating five streams of true qi.”
“Though my four senior brothers died—killing Cao Yuan was worth it.”
“Now—if we kill you—the Dragon Gate will be leaderless—and our Witch God Sect will crush it soon enough.”
“Kid—join Cao Yuan in death!”
As the man finished—he prepared to strike.
“Wait!” Ye Qiu said urgently.
“What—scared of dying?” the man laughed: “If you’re scared—you shouldn’t have killed on our Witch God Sect’s turf.”
“You’ve killed so many—we won’t let you leave alive.”
“Of course—if you kneel and beg—we might leave you a whole corpse.”
Ye Qiu deliberately raised his voice—saying: “I have one question for you—is Su Xiaoxiao Ninth Thousand Years’ daughter?”
In the woods—Su Xiaoxiao heard Ye Qiu’s voice—and immediately pricked up her ears.
The middle-aged man smiled at Ye Qiu: “Cao Yuan told you?”
“No wonder you’re the Dragon Gate’s master—seems Cao Yuan valued you highly—otherwise—he wouldn’t have shared his secret with you.”
“Yes—Su Xiaoxiao is Cao Yuan’s daughter.”
At this—Su Xiaoxiao’s face paled.
Tang Fei—Qilin—and the others showed shock on their faces.
Su Xiaoxiao—Cao Yuan’s daughter?
How could this be!
Especially Qilin—his heart swirled with mixed emotions.
He wanted to kill Su Xiaoxiao—because without her—Ninth Thousand Years wouldn’t have died—but as Cao Yuan’s only daughter—he couldn’t do it—killing her would end Cao Yuan’s line.
At that moment—on the plaza—the middle-aged man’s voice continued:
“Master kept Su Xiaoxiao in the sect to control Cao Yuan.”
“Cao Yuan loved his daughter dearly—if he hadn’t rushed to confirm Su Xiaoxiao’s identity—how would he have stormed our Witch God Sect headquarters alone—and how could my four senior brothers have killed him?”
“Master was wise—sparing Su Xiaoxiao back then—otherwise—Cao Yuan wouldn’t have died so quickly.”
“Kid—any more questions?”
Ye Qiu grinned: “No more questions—prepare to die!”
Clang—
The Emperor’s Sword was drawn.
Ye Qiu’s aura shifted—battle intent surging—he didn’t wait for the three men to act—striking first.
“Kill!”
The three men also moved.
The battle erupted.
Yet—within two moves—the man with three streams of true qi was slain by Ye Qiu’s sword.
The other two—seeing this—were deeply shocked.
They had been confident of victory—but hadn’t expected to lose one so quickly.
However—the two men felt no fear—their killing intent only grew—attacking Ye Qiu relentlessly—aiming to kill him.
In the woods.
Tang Fei—seeing this—was worried—and said to Qilin: “Should we help Ye Qiu?”
Qilin shook his head: “It’s no use. Those two are the Witch God’s disciples—with multiple streams of true qi—even I couldn’t withstand a single blow from them.”
Tang Fei said: “But Ye Qiu’s alone—what if he can’t hold them off?”
Qilin replied: “Don’t worry—Ye Qiu killed the third-ranked on the God List—these two aren’t his match.”
“But…”
“No buts—trust Ye Qiu’s strength.”
On the plaza.
After exchanging blows with the two men for a while—Ye Qiu suddenly sheathed the Emperor’s Sword.
What was he doing?
The two men immediately stopped attacking—watching Ye Qiu cautiously.
In such a high-level fight—a divine weapon offered an edge—yet Ye Qiu had sheathed his sword.
Something unusual must be afoot.
The two men stared—trying to discern Ye Qiu’s intent.
In the woods—Tang Fei and the others watched—equally puzzled.
“What’s Ye Qiu doing? Why sheath his sword?” Tang Fei frowned: “He’s facing two supreme masters—sheathing his sword now—isn’t that suicide?”
Qilin couldn’t fathom Ye Qiu’s plan—saying: “He must be confident he can kill them…”
Zheng!
Before Qilin finished—a piercing sword cry rang out.
Then—around Ye Qiu—thirty-six sword intents appeared eerily.
Each intent was just over a metre long—but razor-sharp—brimming with killing aura.
Ye Qiu let out a low shout.
“Condense!”
Instantly—the thirty-six sword intents around him fused into a single three-metre-long sword intent.
“Slash!”
The intent struck a middle-aged man’s head.
Incredibly fast.
So fast that even a master with four streams of true qi couldn’t dodge.
Then—everyone saw Ye Qiu’s sword intent slice through the man’s head like cutting tofu.
The next second—the man was bisected—blood splattering everywhere.
Everyone was too shocked to speak.
Especially the man with five streams of true qi—seeing his junior brother die so gruesomely beside him—fear crossed his face.
“No good—this kid’s too strong. I can’t kill him—only Master can deal with him.”
Thinking this—the man turned—intending to flee to the cave to summon the Witch God.
But as he moved—Ye Qiu blocked his path.
“Didn’t you want to kill me? Why run now? Are all the Witch God’s disciples cowards?”
Ye Qiu taunted—circulating his inner energy.
“Zheng!”
The sword cry sounded again.
Instantly—thirty-six sword intents reappeared around Ye Qiu—merging into a three-metre intent—slashing at the man.
This time—Ye Qiu used his killing technique three times in succession—finally slaying the man with five streams of true qi.
At last.
Ye Qiu strode over—crushing the man’s head with a stomp—sneering: “The Witch God’s disciples? Trash!”
