The veins on Long Si’s forehead bulged, his eyes bloodshot, his face filled with cold, murderous intent.
Ye Qiu had consecutively killed Long Qi and Long Ba, driving him into a complete rage.
“If I don’t kill you today, I swear I’m not human.”
Long Si unleashed a tremendous aura, as if perfectly aligned with heaven and earth, without any flaws.
A peerless master!
Ye Qiu’s eyes narrowed slightly.
He realised Long Si’s skills far surpassed those of Long Qi and Long Ba.
“Kill!”
Long Si roared, taking a step forward, instantly rushing to Ye Qiu’s front, and throwing a punch.
“Clang!”
Ye Qiu responded with a punch of his own, fiercely colliding with Long Si’s fist.
In an instant, it was as if metal had struck metal, sparks flying from their fists.
Everyone present was stunned.
“Amazing!”
“They’re like peerless masters straight out of a martial arts novel.”
“No wonder Jiu Qiansui passed the sect leader position to Ye Qiu — though young, his skills are absolutely world-class.”
Master Du’e returned to his seat, witnessing this scene, his eyes gleaming as he said, “Amitabha! Benefactor Ye’s skills have improved again.”
Tang Fei whispered, “I wonder if Ye Qiu can take down Long Si?”
Nearby.
The War God gripped the arms of his wheelchair, veins bulging on the back of his hands, like a tiger waking from slumber — his eyes fixed unblinkingly on Ye Qiu and Long Si — after a moment, his body relaxed, his gaze turning cloudy.
“Boom!”
After one punch, the two collided again with another, producing an explosive sound.
Long Si’s heart jolted — he hadn’t expected Ye Qiu to block two of his punches in succession.
Considering their age difference was vast.
Ye Qiu, barely in his twenties, possessed such combat prowess — how could Long Si not be shocked?
How could this kid be so powerful?
Long Si was utterly baffled.
As for Ye Qiu, his expression remained calm — he had roughly gauged Long Si’s strength — now, he just didn’t know how many strands of true qi this old man had cultivated.
Of course, no matter how many strands Long Si had cultivated, Ye Qiu would take him down.
Today was Cao Yuan’s funeral — he would not allow anyone to disrupt the memorial hall — secondly, it was a perfect opportunity to establish his authority by killing someone from the Forbidden City.
Ye Qiu said, “Old man, stop holding back — show me your strongest moves — otherwise, you’ll be dead soon.”
Long Si snorted coldly, “Kid, don’t be arrogant — in front of me, you have no right to act cocky.”
Ye Qiu sneered, “You people from the Forbidden City — all old, all full of big talk — besides running your mouths, what else can you do? A bunch of useless old relics!”
Old relics?
Those three words were like a fuse, completely igniting Long Si.
“Dare call me a relic? You’re courting death.”
Long Si roared and attacked again.
The two clashed head-on.
Ye Qiu fought Long Si without falling behind — his figure like lightning, fiercely colliding with Long Si.
Long Si was also fast — the two traded blows, their killing intent sweeping the area.
The onlooking guests showed expressions of shock.
Though far away, the battle was so intense that some timid people had already collapsed in their seats.
“Swish!”
Suddenly, Long Si snatched a machete from a Dragon Gate disciple’s hand and slashed at Ye Qiu.
The blade gleamed with a terrifying cold light.
Ye Qiu, fearless, met it with his fist.
“Clang!”
“Clang!”
“Clang!”
The fist and blade clashed three times — finally, the blade was shattered by Ye Qiu’s punch.
“Hmph!”
Long Si snorted — he realised Ye Qiu’s strength was astonishing, even surpassing his own.
Immediately, he retreated swiftly.
The distance between them stretched to ten metres.
They stared at each other from afar.
“Weren’t you going to kill me? Why stop? I don’t have time to waste with you,” Ye Qiu said.
Long Si, expressionless, said coldly, “Since you’ve just become the Dragon Gate leader, I’d feel uneasy letting you die here — just end yourself!”
“Hahaha…”
Ye Qiu burst into laughter, as if hearing the funniest joke in the world, then pointed at Long Si and shouted, “Who do you think you are to demand I end myself?”
Long Si’s face turned ashen — Ye Qiu’s dominance exceeded his expectations.
Ye Qiu continued, “Today is Jiu Qiansui’s funeral — you causing trouble here is a crime deserving of death.”
“If you end yourself in front of Jiu Qiansui to atone, I can promise to leave your three brothers’ bodies intact.”
“Otherwise, I’ll use your heads to honour Jiu Qiansui’s spirit in heaven.”
Long Si raged, “Big words — you think you can use our heads to honour Cao Yuan? Not only do you lack the ability, even if you had it, ask yourself — is Cao Yuan worthy?”
“In the face of our Forbidden City, Dragon Gate is just a rabble.”
“Our Forbidden City could crush Dragon Gate with ease.”
“Cao Yuan, a mere eunuch, weak as an ant — if he were alive, I’d crush him easier than crushing an ant.”
Long Si’s words not only enraged Ye Qiu but also infuriated the Dragon Gate disciples present.
“Old man, shut up — you’re not allowed to insult Jiu Qiansui!”
“Jiu Qiansui’s name isn’t for you to utter!”
“A scholar can be killed but not humiliated — you insult Jiu Qiansui and our Dragon Gate — brothers, what do we do?”
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
Tens of thousands of Dragon Gate disciples roared in unison.
Their momentum shook the heavens.
Qinglong, Qilin, Han Long, Zhao Hu — each clenched their fists, eyes filled with murderous intent — if they could defeat Long Si, they’d rush forward without hesitation and tear him apart.
“Bang!”
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.
Ye Qiu turned, a hint of surprise in his eyes — he saw Cao Qingcheng holding a delicate pistol.
The bullet arced through the air, speeding toward Long Si — Long Si extended his right hand, fingers spread, effortlessly catching the bullet.
Hiss!
The guests were shocked.
“Catching a bullet barehanded? Incredible!”
“As expected, the Forbidden City is the world’s greatest force — their members are all exceptionally strong, not to be underestimated.”
“Long Qi and Long Ba were killed by Ye Qiu, and now Long Si humiliates Cao Yuan in front of countless Dragon Gate disciples — it seems Dragon Gate and the Forbidden City will fight to the death.”
Long Si crushed the bullet, glanced at Cao Qingcheng with a hint of admiration, and said, “You’re the first to dare shoot at me.”
“For a woman, you’ve got guts — but those who attack me never end well.”
“You’re not bad-looking — if you’re willing to follow me back to the Forbidden City and serve me, I can spare your life.”
Cao Qingcheng sneered, “Old man, you’re over a hundred — does that thing of yours still work?”
Laughter erupted from the crowd.
Ye Qiu glanced at the time and strode toward Long Si, “Three minutes left.”
