Ye Qiu swallowed the snake gall in a few bites, licked his tongue afterwards, and said with a face full of enjoyment: “Fresh snake gall — tastes really good.”
Bastard!
The Sorcerer God stared at Ye Qiu with deadly intensity, wishing to tear him to pieces.
At that moment, Ye Qiu suddenly smashed his fist onto the giant snake’s head.
Splat!
Blood spurted out.
The giant snake didn’t even have time to scream before it died on the spot.
Ye Qiu said with a cheerful smile: “The Dragon Gate’s attack on the Sorcerer God Sect involved a thousand-mile raid — everyone’s exhausted. Let’s use this snake to reward the group later!”
“You’re courting death!” the Sorcerer God roared.
This giant snake had been his companion for a century, like a brother to him, but he never expected it to die at Ye Qiu’s hands.
Unbearable.
“I’ll avenge Old Green,” the Sorcerer God declared, taking a step forward, releasing nine streams of true energy, his body radiating terrifying killing intent.
Ye Qiu didn’t waste words and unleashed a blast of sword energy with a raised hand.
Whoosh!
The sword energy roared out, as if it would pierce the Sorcerer God’s body.
Su Luoying’s gaze followed the sword energy, looking at the old man who founded the Sorcerer God Sect, the undisputed ruler of Miaojiang.
The Sorcerer God reached out with his right hand and shattered the sword energy with a single palm.
“You think I, who have cultivated for a century, would die so easily?”
The Sorcerer God’s face carried a chilling killing intent, like a lofty deity commanding all.
Their gazes clashed in the air, each seeing murderous intent in the other’s eyes.
This was a killing intent aimed at ending the other’s life!
“If the heavens lack justice, I’ll strike them down — if people lack justice, I’ll kill them.”
Pointing at the Sorcerer God, Ye Qiu said: “For years, the Sorcerer God Sect has committed countless evils — utterly heinous. And you, as its founder, are the chief culprit.”
“Today, I’ll kill you and make the Sorcerer God Sect vanish from this world.”
As Ye Qiu spoke his final words, thirty-six streams of sword intent appeared around him out of thin air.
Each stream of sword intent, about a metre long, rotated around Ye Qiu, emitting a resonant “clang” of sword cries.
“Slaughter Technique!”
With a loud shout, the thirty-six streams of sword energy around Ye Qiu rapidly condensed, forming a three-metre-long sword intent that slashed through the air toward the Sorcerer God.
The Sorcerer God stood still, only reaching out with his withered right hand when the sword intent was about to strike his head, grasping it.
Then, with a gentle squeeze.
Crack!
The sword intent was crushed.
Ye Qiu knew the sword intent couldn’t harm the Sorcerer God — after all, this old monster was the second-ranked master on the God List.
But he continued using the Slaughter Technique.
Among all of Ye Qiu’s attack moves, only the Slaughter Technique consumed the least energy.
Clang!
Thirty-six streams of sword intent appeared around Ye Qiu again, quickly condensing into a single sword intent that slashed at the Sorcerer God.
Ye Qiu didn’t pause after attacking.
He used the Slaughter Technique over a dozen times in one go.
Without exception, every sword intent was crushed by the Sorcerer God as it approached.
“Slaughter Technique!”
Ye Qiu shouted again, unleashing another burst of sword intent.
He thought, with his cultivation, he could use the Slaughter Technique hundreds of times — he refused to believe it couldn’t harm the Sorcerer God.
“Enough!”
The Sorcerer God lost patience and growled: “Kid, if this is all you’ve got, you can go join Cao Yuan.”
With that, the Sorcerer God’s figure flickered, appearing in front of Ye Qiu.
He struck with a palm.
Ye Qiu was prepared, shifting his position the moment the Sorcerer God attacked, while two streams of sword energy shot from his fingertips.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The Sorcerer God’s eyes narrowed: “Six Meridians Divine Sword?”
“Are you that old bald donkey from Tianlong Temple’s disciple?”
“Hmph, even if that old bald donkey came, he wouldn’t be my match — die!”
Thinking Ye Qiu was a disciple of Monk Kongjian, the Sorcerer God said a few words before continuing his attack.
Swoosh!
The Sorcerer God stepped forward, appearing behind Ye Qiu, his palm striking toward Ye Qiu’s head.
He intended to kill Ye Qiu with one blow.
Sensing the danger, Ye Qiu quickly crouched, sweeping his leg in an Autumn Wind Sweeps Fallen Leaves move toward the Sorcerer God’s legs.
The Sorcerer God seemed unfazed, standing still and letting Ye Qiu’s kick land.
Clang!
When Ye Qiu’s foot struck the Sorcerer God’s leg, it felt like hitting a steel plate, causing him to grimace in pain.
At that moment, the Sorcerer God’s palm pressed down, just a foot from Ye Qiu’s head.
Unfazed, Ye Qiu raised his hand and unleashed a stream of sword energy.
Whoosh!
The sword energy struck the Sorcerer God’s palm, sparking but failing to injure or even slow him.
The Sorcerer God’s palm continued downward.
At the critical moment, Ye Qiu used an invisibility spell, vanishing without a trace.
“Hm?”
The Sorcerer God paused, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, then closed them as if realizing something.
Almost simultaneously, Ye Qiu’s figure appeared behind the Sorcerer God, his fist smashing toward the back of the Sorcerer God’s head.
Before his fist could connect, the Sorcerer God turned, his right hand swiftly grabbing Ye Qiu’s wrist like lightning.
Ye Qiu’s heart sank. He tried to break free, but the Sorcerer God’s grip was like an iron clamp — impossible to escape.
In a dire situation, Ye Qiu didn’t hesitate, kicking hard at the Sorcerer God’s abdomen.
A strange scene unfolded.
The Sorcerer God’s abdomen suddenly caved in, making Ye Qiu feel like his kick had hit a rubber ball.
As Ye Qiu grabbed the Emperor Sword with his right hand to draw it, a sharp pain shot through his wrist.
Crack!
His wrist bone was crushed by the Sorcerer God.
“Reciprocity is courtesy — you kicked me, so I’ll kick you.”
With a cold smile, the Sorcerer God swiftly kicked Ye Qiu’s abdomen and released his grip.
Instantly, Ye Qiu was sent flying, his body arcing through the air and crashing onto the ground ten metres away with a loud “bang.”
Ye Qiu showed no external injuries — after cultivating the Nine Transformations Dragon Art, his body was as tough as iron, impervious to blades and spears — but the Sorcerer God’s kick caused severe internal damage.
His face darkened, a lump of blood stuck in his throat.
Ye Qiu tried to swallow it, but the blood and energy churned in his chest, rushing to his throat.
“Pfft—”
The blood in his throat sprayed out.
Ignoring it, Ye Qiu quickly got up from the ground.
Then, supporting his left wrist with his right hand, he gave a slight twist, and with a “crack,” the broken bone was set.
Shock appeared on Su Luoying’s beautiful face as she thought to herself, what incredible bone-setting skill!
After setting the bone, Ye Qiu shook his hand, flexed his wrist, then wiped the blood from his mouth and said: “Is this all the second-ranked on the God List has? Honestly, I’m a bit disappointed. No wonder your disciples are trash — their master’s trash too.”
The Sorcerer God didn’t get angry, instead giving a sinister smile: “Kid, you’re overthinking it — I was just warming up earlier.”
