The Witch God’s aura was overwhelming—nine streams of true qi appeared behind him.
Each stream—like an iron ring—intertwined—emitting a terrifying presence.
Ye Qiu’s pupils narrowed slightly. Even before the fight began—he felt a strong sense of danger.
“It seems this old thing’s strength has recovered.”
Ye Qiu thought to himself.
In that moment—he found himself missing Longbrow True Man.
“If Longbrow were here—with the sword talisman—I could easily take down the Witch God.”
When Ye Qiu killed Miyamoto Musashi in Dadong—Miyamoto had also cultivated nine streams of true qi—but was ultimately defeated by the sword talisman.
But today was different.
Though his cultivation had advanced since killing Miyamoto—he had only cultivated two innate true qi streams. To defeat the Witch God—with nine streams—was…
Near impossible!
Moreover—Ye Qiu had no sword talisman today—lacking his strongest trump card. Thus—he had only one option—
Fight head-on!
There was no other way.
Ye Qiu’s right hand reached behind—gripping his sword hilt.
The Witch God noticed—sneering: “Kid—believe it or not—you won’t even get the chance to draw your sword before me?”
“I don’t believe it.”
As Ye Qiu spoke—the Witch God’s old—ugly face appeared right before him.
So fast!
Ye Qiu jumped—dodging to the side. Just as he steadied himself—the Witch God’s voice came again.
“You’re too slow!”
Ye Qiu’s hair stood on end.
He hadn’t expected the Witch God’s speed to be so incredible—surpassing any master he’d faced.
In Ye Qiu’s memory—the fastest masters he’d seen were Dragon Girl and Miyamoto Musashi.
But the Witch God’s speed outstripped them by far.
After chasing Ye Qiu for a while—the Witch God stopped—saying disinterestedly: “Boring.”
“You’re too weak.”
“You’re not worth my effort.”
The Witch God’s gaze was disdainful—as if Ye Qiu were an ant.
Ye Qiu knew this old monster was extraordinary—second on the God List—with every right to look down on him.
But the Witch God’s words irked him.
“Old thing—don’t get cocky—or I’ll cleave you with one swing.”
Ye Qiu said: “Your disciples underestimated me—and died miserably.”
The Witch God’s eyes darkened: “You killed them?”
“All of them,” Ye Qiu said with a grin: “Your three disciples—one had his throat pierced—one was sliced in half—and one had his head crushed.”
“I can’t fathom how you trained such trash disciples.”
“Doesn’t that prove the saying—trash disciples—trash master?”
Calling me trash? Courting death!
The Witch God’s face twisted with killing intent—saying coldly: “Since you’re so eager to die—I’ll grant your wish.”
He placed two fingers in his mouth—whistling sharply: “Hiss—hiss—”
The whistle was piercing—grating.
Ye Qiu felt as if needles were stabbing his eardrums—wondering what the Witch God was up to.
Su Luoying seemed to know—urgently saying: “Young master—leave now! The Witch God is summoning the great beast—it’s dangerous.”
Slap!
The Witch God struck Su Luoying’s face—cursing: “Traitor—warning an outsider? Have you fallen for him? Damn it—after I deal with him—I’ll kill you.”
Ye Qiu frowned.
Great beast?
A tiger?
Just then—a roar echoed from deep within the cave—like a giant creature emerging.
Ye Qiu tensed—staring into the cave’s depths.
About ten seconds later.
A massive snake slithered out.
Ye Qiu’s face changed.
The snake glowed green—its triangular head like a branding iron—brimming with aggression.
Its body stretched over twenty metres—thick and robust—its head the size of a washbasin—covered in green scales with white patterns on its underbelly.
Its eyes—like bronze bells—emitted a chilling—soul-piercing glow—fixing coldly on Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu scoffed: “Old thing—you think this beast can handle me?”
The Witch God snapped: “Insolent! Old Green isn’t a beast—it’s my best brother!”
The snake seemed to understand Ye Qiu—furious—roaring like a tiger—flicking its tongue at him.
Ye Qiu noticed the tongue was pitch-black—like ink.
“This snake is highly venomous!”
Ye Qiu’s guard went up.
The Witch God’s voice rang out again: “You’re too weak—not worth my effort. Old Green can swallow you whole.”
“Kid—don’t underestimate Old Green.”
“Old Green’s lived over four hundred years—and been with me for over a century…”
“What?” Ye Qiu interrupted—exclaiming: “You’ve lived with this snake for a century? So—you two have *that* kind of relationship?”
The Witch God’s mouth twisted in rage—ordering the snake: “Old Green—kill him.”
The snake nodded—charging at Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu dodged.
“Boom!”
The snake’s head smashed into the cave wall—shattering a large chunk of stone.
Its skin was tough—unharmed by the impact. Its tail whipped—striking at Ye Qiu with lightning speed.
Ye Qiu dropped to the ground—easily avoiding it.
As he stood—the snake swiftly turned—its head rising high—glaring down at him.
Su Luoying’s warning came: “Young master—beware! The beast can spit venom.”
Whoosh—
The snake opened its maw—spewing a cloud of black toxic smoke at Ye Qiu.
Instantly—the smoke engulfed him.
Clang!
Ye Qiu collapsed—motionless.
“Foolish thing—daring to challenge me—your death’s not worth pitying.”
The Witch God glanced coldly at Ye Qiu’s “corpse”—then turned to Su Luoying—grinning: “Now no one’s interrupting us—darling—come—let me make you feel good.”
Pfft—
A sound came from behind.
The Witch God spun around—his face contorting.
Ye Qiu stood before the snake—his hand pulling a bowl-sized gall from its belly.
The snake was barely alive.
Ye Qiu grinned at the Witch God: “I’ve never seen a gall this big—must be quite nourishing—right?”
Realising Ye Qiu’s intent—the Witch God roared: “You dare—”
Before he finished—
Ye Qiu swallowed the gall in a few bites.
