"Is that so?" The old temple master was very calm: "This is all your own fault. You tried to change the Great Dragon's destiny. Who can you blame?"
Ye Qiu stared intently at the old palace master, without uttering a word.
Since things have come to this point, saying anything more will be of no use.
"It's time to make a move."
The old temple master stood with his hands behind his back, uttering four words in a calm voice, but he himself remained motionless.
Ye Qiu frowned, and just as he was wondering, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back.
He turned around and saw Chu Xiaoling holding a sword, staring at him in shock.
Because Chu Xiaoling suddenly appeared from behind and attacked him, but her sword could not pierce Ye Qiu's body, it could only graze the skin on Ye Qiu's back, leaving a little bit of crimson.
Chu Xiaoling, whose sneak attack failed, met Ye Qiu's gaze and retreated with a pale face: "I...I'm sorry, I...I can't disobey the old palace master's will. Actually, I've always just been an undercover agent by your side."
"What about shadow techniques?" Ye Qiu asked in a deep voice.
“The Shadow Technique is real. If you die, I will die too. But I have to do this because if I don’t kill you, my sister will die. So I choose to kill you and die with you.” Chu Xiaoling said, tears streaming down her face.
"You're a pitiful person too," Ye Qiu said coldly. "I don't blame you. Let's go."
"Ye Qiu, I said, either we die together, I have no other choice." Chu Xiaoling slowly raised her sword.
Bang.
Ye Qiu struck out with his palm, easily sending Chu Xiaoling flying dozens of feet away, causing her to fall into a coma.
Then, Ye Qiu turned around and looked at the old hall master with a cold expression: "Old hall master, you really have good methods, it's just a pity that the people you arranged are not skilled enough."
The old temple master's pupils contracted. He hadn't expected that Chu Xiaoling's sudden sneak attack would fail to pierce Ye Qiu's body, which showed that Ye Qiu's physical strength had reached an extreme.
But the old temple master was not flustered and did not intend to take action himself.
Because someone else will step in.
As if to confirm the old hall master's thoughts, Wu Jing of the Wu Family Sword Pavilion flew into the arena, carrying an ancient sword.
Wu Jing's robes billowed, his eyes were sharp, and he looked like a sword god descending to earth, exuding a mysterious Daoist charm.
He is a true Venerable Realm expert, genuine and of terrifying combat power.
Moreover, the Tongtian Sword Dao of the Wu Family Sword Pavilion is unparalleled in Longdu.
"You little beast, I've wanted to kill you for a long time, and now I finally have the chance."
Wu Jing's expression was icy, his killing intent palpable.
When everyone saw the Venerable One appear, they all gasped in shock and held their breath for Ye Qiu.
Lin Qingzhu clenched her jade-like hands tightly and rushed forward without hesitation, blocking Ye Qiu's path. She loudly said to the old hall master, "If you don't stop all this today, you will definitely regret it later. Old hall master, Ye Qiu is not so wrong as to want to kill him."
"Noisy".
The old temple master grabbed at Lin Qingzhu from a distance and pulled her aside.
Lin Qingzhu's face changed color. She struggled desperately, trying to break free of control, but she couldn't escape the restraints at all.
"Ye Qiu, run! Don't linger in the fight!"
Unable to break free, Lin Qingzhu loudly reminded him.
Ye Qiu gave Lin Qingzhu a deep look.
At this critical moment, Lin Qingzhu still dared to stand up and help him, which finally warmed Ye Qiu's heart.
In contrast, Wu Manman from Tongcheng, though looking anxious, showed no intention of taking any action.
Ye Qiu understood Wu Manman's actions, after all, she had Tongcheng Academy behind her.
But despite her understanding, Wu Manman's standing in Ye Qiu's heart plummeted as a result.
Indeed, one cannot look directly at the human heart.
"At this point, who can you expect to help you?"
Wu Jing drew his sword and walked step by step toward Ye Qiu, his aura growing stronger and stronger.
"I don't need anyone's help. Today, I'll also take this opportunity to see just how strong the power of a Venerable level really is."
Ye Qiu raised his hand, and the God-Slaying Sword finally appeared in his hand.
"Hmm?" Wu Jing glanced at Ye Qiu's sword, somewhat surprised: "Could this sword be a sacred weapon?"
"It's none of your business."
“But it will soon be mine.” Wu Jing finally made his move.
Boom!
The Venerable One made a move, instantly unleashing the power of the Dao, which perfectly merged with the sword energy, sealing off all of Ye Qiu's escape routes...
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
