"Um?"

Ye Qiu was slightly taken aback. This Soul-Seizing Sword was quite extraordinary, containing the power of reincarnation and the power of darkness. The two merged and transformed into a strange energy.

The power of reincarnation can bewitch a person's primordial spirit, while the power of darkness can corrode it. When combined, the two can deal a fatal blow to the primordial spirit.

Once he understood this, Ye Qiu immediately knew how to deal with it. He activated the power of reincarnation and the power of darkness within his body, instantly meeting the energy from the Soul-Seizing Sword and quickly assimilating it.

In just a few seconds, Ye Qiu absorbed all the energy of the Soul-Seizing Sword.

"The sword is good, but it's a pity you can't unleash its full power."

Ye Qiu smiled slightly.

At the same time, Luo Qianqiu attacked, wielding his halberd to cleave Xiang Yeqiu's head.

"Be careful."

Wu Manman, sitting in the audience, couldn't help but remind them, but she was too far away and her voice couldn't reach the stage.

Ye Qiu on the stage didn't even turn his head, and slapped his palm backward.

boom.

This casual palm strike contained the force of a million men, further enhanced by magical power, making it incredibly powerful. It clashed fiercely with the incoming battle halberd.

In the instant of the clash, Luo Qianqiu gasped, then coughed up blood and flew backward, unable to withstand Ye Qiu's palm strike.

These scenes left everyone speechless.

That was Luo Qianqiu, the number one prodigy of Tongcheng Academy, yet he was so easily defeated in front of Ye Qiu.

Amidst the shock of the crowd, Ye Qiu's other hand was still gripping He Jieyu's Soul-Seizing Sword.

He Jieyu stared at Ye Qiu with trepidation; "You...you're actually alright? Why didn't the Soul-Seizing Sword's Soul-Seizing Qi work on you?"

"Because of its power, I also possess it."

Ye Qiu exerted his strength, trying to seize the Soul-Seizing Sword.

He Jieyu awoke with a start and hurriedly protected her sword.

But Ye Qiu's power is far beyond what He Jieyu can contend with.

In less than three seconds, He Jieyu was defeated, Ye Qiu grabbed her by the throat, and her sword was taken away.

Ye Qiu, having obtained the Soul-Seizing Sword, played with the ancient sword, which was dark red all over. He felt that the sword was very strange and uncomfortable to hold.

"You...you give me back my sword, and I admit defeat."

He Jieyu gritted her teeth and said.

"You've already lost," Ye Qiu said seriously.

What exactly do you want?

He Jieyu's face turned deathly pale.

The Soul-Capturing Sword is a gift from the academy, and it must not be lost under any circumstances.

"Ye Qiu, what kind of skill is it to kidnap a girl? Take this."

Luo Qianqiu attacked again.

"roll."

Ye Qiu swung his sword backhand, and the sword energy surged, transforming into a fierce eagle that pounced on Luo Qianqiu.

Luo Qianqiu swept his halberd out to block Ye Qiu's casual sword strike.

However, in just one exchange, Luo Qianqiu was once again forced back.

"You are not worthy to compete with me."

Ye Qiu's hair danced wildly, like a young immortal king, exuding an invincible aura.

Luo Qianqiu gritted her teeth, feeling extremely resentful, and roared as she lunged at Ye Qiu again.

Ye Qiu casually raised his sword to retaliate, sending Luo Qianqiu flying once again.

Luo Qianqiu was acting like a madman, furious beyond control. With red eyes, he lunged forward again and again, only to be sent flying backward each time.

After more than ten attempts, Ye Qiu was unharmed, but Luo Qianqiu coughed up several mouthfuls of black blood.

"Luo Qianqiu, you are no match for him, give up," He Jieyu said through gritted teeth.

"Shut up, I haven't lost yet, I haven't lost." Luo Qianqiu gathered all his magical power into a single halberd, preparing to launch the final attack.

But just as Luo Qianqiu raised his halberd, a figure flashed past at lightning speed.

The next second, Luo Qianqiu fell off the stage, coughing up blood and losing his fighting ability.

Wow.

Everyone was stunned.

Three young masters from Tongcheng Academy challenged Ye Qiu, and Ye Qiu actually won.

No one present could have imagined this scene and outcome; many wondered if they were dreaming.

"Damn it, quick... pinch me right now, let me see if it's real."

"Luo Qianqiu, Ying Xing, and He Jieyu, all three of them attacked together, and they still lost?"

"We all thought Ye Shen was a literary prodigy, but little did we know that Ye Shen's cultivation level was the real trump card. It's too strong and too outrageous."

A series of shocking sounds rose and fell.

On the stage, He Jieyu clenched her fists; "Ye Qiu, you can win the competition, and I admit that your strength is above ours and that you won fairly and squarely, but you have to return the sword to me. This sword does not belong to you."

"We'll hold it for now, and return it to you when we have the chance. You may leave now."

Ye Qiu put the Soul-Seizing Sword into his Qiankun Ring.

"You shameless bastard! Give it back to me!"

He Jieyu looked anxious, almost on the verge of tears.

At this moment, He Jieyu no longer possessed the confident and arrogant demeanor she had before the battle.

"Ye Qiu, you have won the duel, but the Soul-Seizing Sword is the most precious treasure of Tongcheng Academy. You are not allowed to possess it. Robbing it in public will damage your reputation. Please think carefully," Chang Wei shouted.

"That's not right," Ye Qiu said calmly. "The Soul-Seizing Sword is my spoils of war. There's no question of stealing it. If you insist on saying I robbed it, then so be it. I don't care."

"you……"

Chang Weiqi trembled all over, and after several seconds he asked loudly, "What do you want in return for the Soul-Stealing Sword?"

"That's simple. You refused to let me enter the academy because of your good-for-nothing grandson Chang Zilong, which made me very unhappy. Now, make him come out, kneel down and kowtow three times to me. If he does well, I will return the Soul-Seizing Sword."

"On the contrary, if I don't do it right, the Soul-Seizing Sword will be mine." Ye Qiu said calmly.

"Ye Qiu, you little beast, you have some nerve to try and seize our Tongcheng Academy's most precious treasure. I think you're courting death."

A figure strode out from the crowd; this person was none other than Chang Wei's grandson... Chang Zilong!

Chang Zilong looked at Ye Qiu with extremely cold eyes, wishing he could tear Ye Qiu to pieces.

Ye Qiu looked down at Chang Zilong and said indifferently, "You, a grandson, dare to speak? Have you grown all your hair? I only told you to come out and kowtow, I didn't say you could speak."

"Ye Qiu, I'll fucking fight you to the death."

Chang Zilong was furious and was about to rush onto the stage, but Chang Wei held him back.

Chang Wei whispered, "This man has Wang Xiaocao as his backer and that old madman Wu Daofeng in charge. It's not advisable to start a conflict today. Let's find another opportunity later."

"Grandpa, what about the Soul-Seizing Sword? It's Jieyu's favorite weapon. I want to help Jieyu." Chang Zilong's voice was low.

"Don't speak, I'll try again."

After taking a deep breath, Chang Wei stared at Ye Qiu and said loudly, "Indeed, I was wrong to speak rudely to you and abuse my power to prevent you from entering Tongcheng Academy."

But what's done is done, and there's nothing we can do to change it. What do you want in return for the Soul-Stealing Sword? Aside from making Chang Zilong kneel, you can name any other conditions you have, and we can discuss it."

"How about this, I can return the Soul-Seizing Sword, but He Jieyu has to stay by my side as my maid for a month, is that alright?" Ye Qiu stared intently at Chang Wei.