Over the course of five consecutive days, no fewer than a hundred Venerable Ones from the Upper Realm perished tragically.
In an instant, Ye Qiu's influence in the Void Ancient Realm skyrocketed, causing a sensation.
However, this also thoroughly angered the cultivators of the upper realm.
Many top experts from the upper realms declared their intention to kill Ye Qiu.
On the sixth day, an old man appeared and blocked Ye Qiu's path.
"I am Jiang He, the Ninth Elder of the Imperial Sword Sect. I have come to see you off on your journey."
Jiang He, carrying his battle sword, stood like an old god, exuding a powerful aura.
Some passing cultivators stopped abruptly upon hearing the name Jiang He.
"The Ninth Elder of the Imperial Sword Sect actually took action himself?"
"Tsk, Ye Qiu actually died under the Ninth Elder's sword. He can die without regrets."
"A cultivator from the lower realm who has prompted the Ninth Elder to personally intervene—he has every reason to be proud."
Such remarks were heard repeatedly at the scene.
Ignoring the murmurs, Ye Qiu stared intently at Jiang He, able to discern Jiang He's cultivation level at a glance—a half-step Divine Fire Realm cultivator.
"You're far from being able to kill me," Ye Qiu said calmly.
"Hehe, I've always heard that Ye Qiu is arrogant and unruly, and seeing him today, it's true."
But you are nothing but an ant from the lower realm; I only need to exert myself slightly to send you to your death.
Jiang He slightly raised his sword, his eyes sharp.
"You dare to challenge me?" Ye Qiu sneered. "In the perfect world of the Upper Realm, which is most suitable for cultivation, you are so old and you have only reached the half-step Divine Fire Realm. How dare you shout at me?"
If I were your age, I could probably kill you a hundred times over with just one look.
"Arrogant!" Jiang He roared in fury. "Ignorant brat, how could you know how difficult cultivation is? Since you are so arrogant, then I won't waste any more words with you. I will send you on your way immediately."
"Who will send whom on their way is still unknown, old man. Draw your sword, don't waste my time any more." Ye Qiu beckoned with his finger, his provocation quite evident.
"Then I'll grant your wish."
Jiang He shouted, his aura exploding, and suddenly swung his sword at Ye Qiu.
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