With only three minutes left until Jiu Qiansui’s farewell ceremony, Ye Qiu didn’t want to waste time — he aimed to take down Long Si within three minutes.
As he walked toward Long Si, Ye Qiu said, “Show me your strongest skills — otherwise, you won’t survive three minutes.”
Long Si replied coldly, “Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish.”
With that.
Long Si flicked his right sleeve — instantly, an iron rod slid out from within.
The rod was about as thick as a water cup, only half a foot long.
What is this?
Ye Qiu felt a twinge of doubt.
Long Si gripped the rod, swung his arm — with a “clatter,” the rod extended into four or five segments.
The segments combined to form a long spear, its tip glinting with dark light, exuding a chilling aura.
“Let’s see how long you can keep up your arrogance!”
“Kill!”
Long Si roared, charging at Ye Qiu.
Buzz!
As Long Si closed in, his spear swept out a wave of dark light — the surrounding air seemed to tear, emitting a “hiss” sound.
At the same time.
Spear rays flashed, sharp and exposed.
In an instant, a sky full of spear rays enveloped Ye Qiu.
Yet, to everyone’s shock, Ye Qiu used his fists to meet the spear rays head-on.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sparks flew.
Ye Qiu’s fists blocked the spear rays — unscathed.
Long Si was stunned.
He hadn’t expected Ye Qiu’s body to be so formidable, able to contend with him using fists alone.
The spectators were equally shocked.
“Good heavens, what kind of technique has Ye Qiu mastered? This is too incredible!”
“Going toe-to-toe barehanded without losing ground — terrifying!”
“Could this be the legendary Diamond Invincible Technique?”
The guests had only seen such fights in movies — now, witnessing it firsthand, their adrenaline surged, blood boiling with excitement.
“Not only is Ye Qiu young, he’s handsome and incredibly skilled — if he acted in films, he’d be a martial arts superstar.”
“What are you thinking? He’s the Dragon Gate leader — why would he act in films?”
Elsewhere.
Qilin and the others were quietly discussing.
“When I first met Ye Qiu, he didn’t even have Dragon List-level skills — how did he get this strong so quickly?” Qinglong asked, shocked.
Qilin replied, “After killing the Witch God, Ye Qiu’s cultivation improved significantly — this probably isn’t even his full strength.”
Han Long said, “I wonder how many strands of true qi Long Si has cultivated?”
Zhao Hu said gravely, “When Jiu Qiansui was alive, he avoided provoking the Forbidden City — today, the sect leader has thoroughly offended them — I fear Dragon Gate’s days ahead won’t be easy.”
“What’s there to fear!” Cao Qingcheng said coldly, “When heaven wants to destroy something, it first drives it mad.”
“The Forbidden City doesn’t even respect Chief Tang or the War God — their arrogance means their good days are numbered.”
Su Luoying and Su Xiaoxiao had been in the memorial hall but came out when they saw Ye Qiu fighting.
Watching Ye Qiu battle Long Si, both their hearts were in their throats.
“Xiaoxiao, that old man is so powerful — will Young Master Ye get hurt?”
Su Luoying’s beautiful eyes were fixed on Ye Qiu, her expression tense.
Su Xiaoxiao didn’t know if Ye Qiu could match Long Si but said, “Don’t worry, Ye Qiu will be fine — but you, sister, you’re the one in trouble.”
“What trouble?” Su Luoying asked, puzzled.
Su Xiaoxiao said, “Look at you now — even if Ye Qiu forced himself on you, you wouldn’t resist, would you?”
Su Luoying’s face flushed red — she glared at Su Xiaoxiao, pouting, “What are you saying? Young Master Ye is upright and honourable — why would he force himself on me?”
She’s done for — completely smitten.
Su Xiaoxiao was speechless.
…
“Clang!”
Fists and spear rays collided fiercely, producing loud, relentless sounds.
Ye Qiu felt exhilarated.
He used his fists against the spear rays to test how strong his body had become after cultivating his third strand of innate true qi.
The result satisfied him.
In less than twenty seconds, Ye Qiu unleashed a hundred and eight punches in one go.
Each punch carried immense power — with innate true qi flowing endlessly in his body, Ye Qiu’s strength seemed inexhaustible.
Soon.
Long Si’s body trembled — a gash split open at the base of his thumb, blood flowing, staining the hand holding the spear.
Disbelief appeared on Long Si’s face — Ye Qiu’s strength was overwhelming, nearly making him lose his grip on the spear — a trace of fear crept into his heart.
If this continued, it wouldn’t be long before Ye Qiu overpowered him.
“Enough!”
Long Si roared, suddenly retreating — his eyes emitted a chilling, soul-shaking light.
Ye Qiu glanced at the time and said, “One minute and thirty seconds left.”
Long Si was furious — Ye Qiu’s actions felt like pure humiliation.
Before he could speak, Ye Qiu’s voice rang out again, “Though only a minute and a half remains, it’s enough to kill you.”
“Long Si, you have, at most, ninety seconds left in this world.”
“Show your trump card — don’t waste time!”
Argh—
Long Si suddenly roared, his spear pointing skyward — instantly, a soul-trembling fluctuation emanated from him.
Strands of true qi appeared behind him.
One — two — three —
Four…
Seven!
Seven strands of true qi in total!
Ye Qiu felt a pang of worry.
Not for Long Si — but for the other old monsters of the Forbidden City who hadn’t yet emerged.
If Long Si had cultivated seven strands of true qi, Long San and Long Er would be even stronger — as for Long Yi, he had likely stepped into the realm of immortality.
Time was short — no time to think.
Ye Qiu acted.
“Clang—”
A sword’s cry rang out, shaking heaven and earth.
Then, around Ye Qiu, dense sword intents appeared — each about three metres long, three hundred and sixty in total.
Killing Technique!
After breaking through to his third strand of innate true qi, all of Ye Qiu’s techniques had improved comprehensively.
“Kill!”
Long Si roared, charging at Ye Qiu with his spear, moving at extreme speed.
Ye Qiu dodged to the side — a spear ray grazed his ribs, hitting the ground with a “boom,” leaving a deep crater.
At that moment, the three hundred and sixty sword intents converged in the air, forming a giant sword that slashed down.
Long Si raised his spear to meet it — upon impact, his spear shattered inch by inch, blood spurted from his mouth, and his body flew backward.
Seizing the chance.
Ye Qiu swiftly drew the Emperor Sword, gripped its hilt, and threw it like a dart.
Pfft!
The Emperor Sword, like lightning, pierced Long Si’s heart, pinning him to a tree ten metres away.
Ye Qiu sneered disdainfully, “The Forbidden City — nothing more!”
