The Sorcerer God glanced at the corpses on the plaza and his three dead disciples — then at the thousands of Dragon Gate disciples — finally fixing his gaze on Ye Qiu.
“Good — very good!”
“Killing my disciples — slaughtering my sect’s followers — none of you will leave Miaojiang alive today.”
“You all deserve to die!”
Swoosh—
As his words fell — the Sorcerer God lunged at Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu had been on guard — turning and darting into the distance.
He didn’t want to face the Sorcerer God head-on for now.
In his rage — the Sorcerer God’s speed surged dramatically — and just as he was about to catch Ye Qiu — he leaped into the air — stomping down with a fierce kick.
Swift and unmatched.
Ye Qiu’s expression shifted slightly — he quickly used a lightning talisman — his body shooting forward — narrowly dodging the Sorcerer God’s attack.
“Bang!”
The Sorcerer God’s foot slammed into the ground.
Crack…
Crack…
Cracks spread across the ground in all directions — stretching twenty to thirty metres — reaching right in front of Tang Fei and the others.
“Too strong,” Tang Fei’s face changed.
Qilin, with a grave expression, said: “This isn’t even the Sorcerer God’s full strength — if he goes all out — Ye Qiu won’t be able to hold him off.”
“What do we do?” Zhao Hu said: “Brother Ye Qiu just became the sect leader — he can’t fall now!”
Han Long added: “We need to find a way to help the boss.”
At that moment — Long Ye returned with a few warriors.
“Old Tang — I’ve contacted the War God — he’ll arrange for an army to support us,” Long Ye said.
Tang Fei replied: “The Sorcerer God Sect is nearly wiped out — whether we get army support doesn’t matter much now — the main issue is the Sorcerer God. He’s the second-ranked master on the God List — if we can’t stop him — not only is Ye Qiu in trouble — we might not make it out alive either.”
Long Ye glanced at the Sorcerer God chasing Ye Qiu and said: “Let’s give Ye Qiu a hand.”
“Got any ideas?” Tang Fei asked.
Long Ye said: “I’m only good at shooting.”
Tang Fei followed: “For a master like the Sorcerer God — bullets might not even hurt him.”
Long Ye grinned: “Old Tang — we’ve got special bullets — forgot?”
Tang Fei paused — then slapped his head — laughing: “I’m such an idiot — forgetting something so important. Long Ye — get it ready — find the right moment to help Ye Qiu.”
“Got it.”
Long Ye responded — immediately seeking a sniping position — then pulling a box of special sniper bullets from his backpack.
Each bullet — four to five centimetres long — was made of special glass — gleaming like a work of art.
Long Ye loaded the bullets into the magazine and set up his sniper rifle.
…
Ye Qiu kept fleeing — not engaging the Sorcerer God directly.
The Sorcerer God pursued him — like a shadow.
“Kid — you can’t escape.”
The Sorcerer God swung his withered palm — striking down.
“This old man’s speed is ridiculous,” Ye Qiu muttered — quickly changing direction — heading toward the cliff.
Slap!
The Sorcerer God’s palm missed — leaving him furious.
“Bastard — if you’ve got guts — stop running!” the Sorcerer God roared.
Ye Qiu — still running — shouted back: “Old man — aren’t you trying to kill me? Catch me if you can!”
Swoosh!
The Sorcerer God continued chasing Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu pushed his lightning talisman to its limit — managing to stay just out of reach — even with the Sorcerer God’s superior cultivation.
Ye Qiu thought to himself: “Let’s see how long this old man’s stamina lasts at his age — I’ll exhaust you to death.”
After chasing for a while without catching Ye Qiu — the Sorcerer God grew enraged.
“Thud!”
The Sorcerer God stomped heavily on the ground — his body soaring like a wild goose — landing on the roof of a stilted building.
Nine streams of true energy gathered in his palm.
Then — he pressed his palm forward.
Instantly — Ye Qiu felt the space within a five-metre radius turn into a cage — sealed off — trapping him inside.
This was the absolute suppression of cultivation.
“You can’t escape.”
The Sorcerer God — hunched over — said coldly: “After I kill you — I’ll slaughter the others.”
“Then I’ll grind your bones to dust — ensuring you can’t even enter the underworld — doomed to wander as lost souls.”
As he spoke — the Sorcerer God’s right hand formed a blade — slashing downward.
Instantly — nine streams of true energy surged toward Ye Qiu.
At the same time — the Sorcerer God dove from the rooftop — his withered fingers forming an eagle claw — grabbing at Ye Qiu’s crown.
Ye Qiu sensed a lethal threat.
With no time to think — he unleashed the Six Meridians Divine Sword — two streams of sword energy hidden in the air — suddenly appearing — stalling the Sorcerer God for a few seconds.
Using those seconds — Ye Qiu cast an invisibility spell — vanishing from his spot — reappearing twenty metres away.
He finally escaped the killing blow.
Ye Qiu let out a breath — looking up — his heart suddenly tightening.
The Sorcerer God was gone!
“Where did that old man go?” The thought had just crossed Ye Qiu’s mind when a palm struck his back.
Bang!
Ye Qiu flew dozens of metres — crashing to the ground — spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Ignoring his injuries — he quickly got up — staring at the Sorcerer God in shock.
When the Sorcerer God attacked from behind — Ye Qiu hadn’t sensed a thing — which was abnormal.
With Ye Qiu’s current cultivation — let alone an attack — even someone approaching him — even a God List master — within twenty metres — couldn’t escape his perception.
Yet he hadn’t detected the Sorcerer God’s presence at all.
“How did you do that?” Ye Qiu asked gravely.
The Sorcerer God sneered: “I’ve cultivated for a century — if I couldn’t handle you — wouldn’t that be a joke?”
“Kid — I advise you to stop struggling — it’ll only make you suffer more. I’m kind-hearted — I’ll give you a quick death — cherish the chance.”
His tone was filled with chilling killing intent.
As he spoke — his aura radiated outward — nine streams of true energy swirling behind him — making him look like a deity.
Ye Qiu was stunned — this old man was too strong.
Strong enough to inspire despair.
But Ye Qiu’s nature was unyielding — he cursed loudly: “Old man — don’t get cocky — it’s not over yet.”
The Sorcerer God gave a sinister smile: “Time’s up — time to send you on your way.”
Boom!
The surrounding air trembled.
The Sorcerer God struck with a palm.
Oddly — his palm looked frail and bony — like a chicken claw — but when he attacked — it felt like it could blot out the sky — overwhelmingly dominant.
And though the palm seemed to move slowly — it reached Ye Qiu in an instant.
“Kid — in your next life — aim to be born into an ordinary family — the grudges of the martial world are beyond you…”
The Sorcerer God’s voice echoed across the plaza.
At the brink of life and death — a sudden change occurred.
