Ye Qiu, holding the Emperor Sword, walked towards the Witch God.
When he was ten metres away from the Witch God, Ye Qiu stopped, pointed his sword at him, and said coldly, “Old thing, today I will make you pay with your life.”
The Witch God snorted coldly, “Facing death, you still dare to boast. Fine, I will grant your wish.”
Boom!
The Witch God made his move.
His first strike was a killing blow.
As soon as they clashed, Ye Qiu was sent flying.
Bang!
Ye Qiu flew sideways, spitting blood.
The Witch God pressed forward, giving Ye Qiu no chance to catch his breath, unleashing deadly attacks one after another.
Though Ye Qiu had several trump cards, the gap in their cultivation levels was too vast, he was no match for the Witch God.
Facing the Witch God’s onslaught, he could only endure the blows passively.
In just a short while, Ye Qiu’s body was covered in faint golden blood.
“Bang!”
The Witch God struck Ye Qiu with a palm from a distance.
Ye Qiu couldn’t dodge in time and took the hit on his shoulder. Fortunately, his physique was extraordinarily tough, otherwise, the Witch God’s palm would have shattered his body.
Ye Qiu’s body flew back, crashing to the ground, and it took him a while to get up.
His entire body was in agony.
His chest surged with blood and qi.
The Witch God, hunched over, approached Ye Qiu step by step, saying as he walked, “To oppose me is to choose death.”
“You’re too weak. Killing you is easier than crushing an ant.”
“Stop struggling, let me send you to your end!”
“Killing you is no different from slaughtering a chicken or a dog.”
“To die by my hand is your honour!”
Ye Qiu cursed loudly, “You old fossil, don’t act all high and mighty in front of me. In my eyes, you’re nothing.”
The Witch God, expressionless, said coldly, “A mere insect dares to challenge me? Your death is deserved.”
“With your talent and youth, you could have had a bright future, but you chose to join Dragon Gate and oppose me.”
“In this world, those who stand against me meet miserable ends.”
“Cao Yuan is an example.”
“And you will soon follow him!”
Though the Witch God was aged, his voice was full of vigour, not at all like that of a centenarian.
He looked at Ye Qiu as if staring at an insect, his expression filled with contempt.
“You old thing…”
Before Ye Qiu could finish, the Witch God stepped right in front of him.
Clang!
Ye Qiu slashed with his sword.
The Witch God didn’t dodge, extending a bony finger and flicking it lightly against the sword’s edge.
“Dang!”
A loud clang.
The Emperor Sword flew from Ye Qiu’s hand, a tremendous force splitting the webbing of his hand.
Ye Qiu felt his entire arm go numb.
The Witch God followed with another palm strike, sending Ye Qiu flying again.
Tang Fei and the others watched the battle, their hearts in their throats, fearing the Witch God would continue his ruthless assault and kill Ye Qiu.
But unexpectedly, the Witch God suddenly stopped.
The Witch God said, “I’ve heard that whoever holds the Dragon Gate Leader’s Token can command Dragon Gate and its disciples, is that true?”
“Kid, hand over the Dragon Gate Leader’s Token.”
“If you give it to me, I’ll leave you an intact corpse!”
Ye Qiu sneered, “Old thing, keep dreaming. Even if I die, I won’t hand over the Dragon Gate Leader’s Token.”
“Besides, even if you got it, you’d never command Dragon Gate.”
“The Witch God Sect has caused chaos everywhere, burning, killing, and plundering. As the mastermind, you deserve to be punished by all.”
The Witch God snorted coldly, “Stubborn fool, then die!”
Boom!
Nine streams of true qi appeared behind the Witch God, his red hair standing on end. He was like a demon king breaking free from chains, emerging from hell, exuding a terrifying aura.
“Die!”
The Witch God spat out a single word, his body turning into a blur as he launched an attack on Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu fought back, but his trump cards were useless against the Witch God.
Soon, he was sent flying again.
What followed was a brutal scene.
Ye Qiu was like a punching bag, knocked back repeatedly by the Witch God.
Fortunately, after cultivating the Nine-Turn Dragon Art, Ye Qiu’s body was as tough as iron, otherwise, he would have been reduced to pulp.
Seeing this, Tang Fei and the others’ eyes turned red.
They were both worried for Ye Qiu’s safety and filled with a desire to kill the Witch God.
“This can’t go on, Ye Qiu will die at the Witch God’s hands eventually,” Tang Fei said anxiously, shouting, “Long Ye, shoot!”
Unnoticed, Long Ye had returned to Tang Fei’s side and said solemnly, “Shooting won’t work, the Witch God can dodge bullets.”
“Brothers, prepare!” Tang Fei shouted.
Two hundred warriors raised their submachine guns.
Tang Fei was about to order a collective attack on the Witch God, but Qilin stopped him.
Qilin said, “Don’t shoot, you might hit Ye Qiu.”
“Besides, if a God List master could be easily harmed by bullets, they wouldn’t be a God List master.”
“We need another way to help Ye Qiu.”
Tang Fei snapped, “Another way? Easier said than done. Tell me, what way is there?”
At that moment, Ye Qiu’s voice suddenly rang in Tang Fei’s ears.
“Take the brothers and retreat, as far as you can.”
Tang Fei thought he was hearing things and was about to ask Qilin, but turning, he saw Qilin, Han Long, Zhao Hu, and Long Ye all looking at him.
“I think I heard Brother Ye Qiu’s voice?” Zhao Hu said.
“I heard it too,” Han Long said, “The boss told us to retreat far.”
Qilin nodded, “I heard it as well.”
Tang Fei was puzzled, “Ye Qiu is over a hundred metres away, how did his voice reach us?”
Qilin said, “I’ve heard of a technique called sound transmission, only usable by those with high cultivation.”
“Should we retreat?” Long Ye asked.
“Retreat!” Tang Fei decided firmly, saying, “If Ye Qiu told us to back off, he must have a plan. We can’t help him, but we can’t hold him back either.”
With that, Tang Fei gestured, and the warriors immediately retreated.
Han Long also gave orders, and thousands of Dragon Gate disciples fell back.
At that moment, Ye Qiu suddenly sprang from the ground, his body like a gust of wind, running towards the cliffside stilt house.
“You can’t escape, accept your fate!”
The Witch God gave chase.
Just as he was about to catch up to Ye Qiu, Ye Qiu suddenly turned and grabbed the Witch God tightly.
The Witch God was stunned by Ye Qiu’s action, what was he doing?
Trying to take me down with him?
As the Witch God puzzled, an oppressive aura swept over, making his heart race with dread.
What’s happening?
The Witch God looked up sharply, seeing thunderclouds rolling in the sky.
“No, it’s a heavenly tribulation,”
