Chapter 982: 0982 Ancient Beast’s Fury! (Chapter 4)
Confronting a master of Rule Power at the pinnacle of the mythical realm is clearly a losing proposition; Ye Qiu is not prepared to use Rule Power.
He directly unleashed a dual attack of spiritual power and the Eye of the Mirage. And that’s not all—Ye Qiu invoked the Twelve Tribulation Cultivation Technique, imdiately suppressing the two mythical realm martial artists at the mont of their stupor with the Heaven Monunt.
Boom, boom, boom!
Several Heaven Monunts descended, catching the two mythical realm martial artists completely off guard by Ye Qiu’s overwhelming power, putting their lives in peril within just a few breaths.
Everyone watching was stunned—Ye Qiu was shockingly fierce. These two mythical realm martial artists were not ordinary; they were invincible beings within the mythical realm, yet before Ye Qiu, they barely had the chance to mount any attack before being crushed into the ground by Ye Qiu’s miraculous cultivation technique and the descending Heaven Monunts.
Thud, thud, thud!
Clearly, the commotion was too great; suddenly, ancient beasts’ cries could be heard, and the forest rustled as a flock of peculiar large birds was startled into rapid flight.
The Twelve Tribulation Cultivation Technique deployed with mythical realm power demonstrated an obvious elevation in power compared to the legendary realm; even the Heaven Monunts glead with gold, inscribed with mysterious runes, exuding a vast, majestic, and ancient aura that revealed the extraordinary nature of the technique at a glance.
Crack, crack!
Suddenly, cracks appeared at the spot where the Heaven Monunt struck, and a hand reached out from the monunt—soone hadn’t died.
Ye Qiu was astonished. If the Twelve Tribulation Monunts could even transcend battle levels, how did it fail to kill one of them?
The only relief for Ye Qiu was that the other master was silent; he seed fully deceased.
What made this survivor different? How could they still be alive?
Ye Qiu’s eyes fixed on the spot as he watched the mythical master’s hand move amidst the shattered Heaven Monunt. His whole body suddenly leaped out from the earth, covered in dust and utterly forlorn. But at this mont, everyone’s attention wasn’t on his state but rather on the shimring garnt he wore.
What’s this?
Ye Qiu frowned.
Strictly speaking, it wasn’t actually clothing; it was soft armor, emitting a gentle glow. Even on this mythical realm martial artist, Ye Qiu sensed its extraordinariness, capable of deflecting the Twelve Tribulation Cultivation’s Heaven Monunt suppression—its power was sothing even Ye Qiu eagerly eyed.
This is a treasure.
Ye Qiu’s expression at that mont was akin to gazing upon a peerless beauty, far surpassing the eagerness shown to Lin Qiao’er, Shen ngchen, Fang Sijie, Shangguan Hong, and others.
“What you have is mine!” Ye Qiu said nonchalantly.
The mythical realm martial artist had just sighed in relief; if not for this soft armor, he surely would have died, which infuriated him imnsely. Imagine being nearly killed by a junior as he was on the brink of the mythical realm—it was intolerable.
While he brooded in anger, hearing Ye Qiu’s words instantly enraged the mythical realm martial artist.
“Kid, daring to covet my treasure, reckless.” In an instant, the mythical elder attacked, determined not to give Ye Qiu a chance to speak or deploy Heaven Monunts.
Ye Qiu’s face revealed a faint smile as he suddenly shouted, “You old undying one!”
The mythical realm martial artist imdiately glared at Ye Qiu and yelled, “You must die.”
At this mont, Ye Qiu’s eyes glead with gold as the Eye of the Mirage struck again.
The mythical realm martial artist’s mind wandered, having experienced this before; now it returned, forcing him to bite his tongue to stay awake.
Suddenly, his hands involuntarily clutched his head as Ye Qiu’s spiritual attack ca.
“Ah!”
“You want dead? It’s not that easy—even if I die, I’ll drag you along.” The mythical realm elder endured the searing pain in his mind, glaring at Ye Qiu with determination.
Hmm?
Ye Qiu sensed the mythical elder intended sothing, his heart wary.
The elder took a deep breath, drawing all the surrounding leaves toward him.
What’s his plan?
In the blink of an eye, Ye Qiu realized the elder’s aim, but it was already too late upon comprehension.
The mythical elder’s shout reverberated for miles, like a lion’s roar, akin to thunder and drums, deafening everyone nearby.
Ye Qiu imdiately invoked his promise, deploying the Twelve Tribulation Cultivation, descending Heaven Monunts to suppress once more.
This halted the mythical realm elder’s voice, and to ensure his death, Ye Qiu unleashed dozens of Heaven Monunts at the sa spot—he couldn’t believe this mythical realm martial artist wouldn’t die.
Ye Qiu leapt atop the mound ford by the Heaven Monunts, punching downward to reach the ground, pulling the mythical realm elder free.
To Ye Qiu’s surprise, the elder was coughing, still retaining breath.
Such resilience?
Ye Qiu was montarily stunned but quickly realized it was due to the soft armor. Thinking this, he didn’t hesitate, stripping the armor away and tossing it into his bag.
At that mont, the earth beneath the battling trembled, all trees shook as if the world was to collapse.
Soone shouted in alarm, “The ancient beasts are coming; they must’ve been startled.”
Everyone’s complexion changed; they’d reached the passage’s end and had no place to hide.
Imdiately, everyone dispersed like birds and beasts, lest they fall to ancient beasts.
Yue Lun and others ignored Ye Qiu, calling out as they fled in one direction.
Ye Qiu was about to act when he thought it best to finally kill this mythical realm martial artist, twisting his neck and confirming his death before swiftly leaving.
As Ye Qiu’s front foot left the battlefield, an ancient beast appeared; the ground roared as a massive creature descended, creating a deep pit beneath it. Between its feet was the mythical realm martial artist whose neck Ye Qiu had twisted—he hadn’t really died. Ye Qiu’s attack had caused him great harm, but the soft armor had absorbed it all.
However, he was utterly drained; though the armor protected its wearer, it absorbed power, leaving him unable to resist, forcing him to feign death with a broken neck.
Swoosh…
The mythical elder sensed the ancient beast’s presence, feigning death once more—but this ti, the beast grabbed and lifted him.
Its gaze swept over the mythical elder, seemingly uninterested, and then tossed him to the ground, where he thought he’d narrowly escaped.
Yet soon, a massive, unyielding foot stomped on him, relentlessly crushing him.
Quickly, a pool of blood flowed from beneath the ancient beast’s foot, feeling this feeble human crushed to powder, its angry gaze dulled slightly, though it remained filled with murderous intent.
To it, humans were to be slaughtered upon sight, leaving none behind.
Its cold gaze continued searching, finding no other humans. The beast exhaled white vapor.
If Ji Lingchen were here, he would recognize this ancient beast—it was the very formidable beast from which he had once stolen an egg, the Windhorn Beast!
The death of the mythical realm master was truly unjust. The Ji clan lost a formidable warrior—all because of Ji Lingchen’s theft of the egg, inciting the Windhorn Beast’s human-killing spree.
Everything is a cycle of cause and effect, and karma spares no one!
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