Because of these people, Ye Qiu realized that they were cultivators from the lower realm disguised as people from the upper realm.
These cultivators from the lower realms, upon seeing Ye Qiu, who resembled a god of war, all knelt on the ground in excitement.
"Thank you, Young Master Ye, for venting our anger."
"Thank you, young master."
"Thank me?" Ye Qiu sneered, "You bunch of trash have no right to appear in front of me. If you're so capable, go and rescue more of your compatriots. Get out of here."
Upon hearing this, the group lowered their heads in shame, not daring to look up or meet Ye Qiu's gaze.
Lin Yuechan stepped forward and said seriously, "Why aren't you leaving? What are you waiting for? Ye Qiu is telling you to leave to protect you."
Upon hearing this, the group finally realized what was happening.
But none of them chose to leave. One of them said solemnly, "Young Master Ye, today I, Yan Song, will stand with you through thick and thin. Even if it means dying here, I will not hesitate."
"I am also willing to fight Young Master Ye to the death."
Several people spoke up, all of them filled with enthusiasm.
Ye Qiu waved his hand and said calmly, "Your participation in today's battle will not change anything, it will only increase casualties. You should leave and not come back."
"Young Master Ye, we..."
"Let's go." Ye Qiu raised his voice.
The group was startled, feeling the chill emanating from Ye Qiu.
Then, the group left one after another, none of them daring to stay any longer.
"Haha, what a Ye Qiu! Truly a hero among the young. I admire him, I admire him."
A loud laugh suddenly rang out.
Then, Ye Qiu and Lin Yuechan saw an old man with white hair walk through the air from the Imperial Sword Sect.
Ye Qiu frowned but remained silent.
The newcomer had an air of otherworldly grace and profound eyes. Standing high in the sky, he looked down at Ye Qiu and said, "Young Ye, although you come from a humble background, you have excellent talent and good cultivation. You have the aura of a king. Why not become my disciple and become the eldest disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect? In the future, you will have the opportunity to become a Holy Son and rise to great heights. Are you interested?"
Who are you?
"I am the master of the Imperial Sword Sect in the Void Ancient Realm. My name is Qin Huangchao. You should have heard of my name before." Qin Huangchao stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the demeanor of a great master.
Ye Qiu sneered: "I just killed so many disciples of your Imperial Sword Sect and even murdered several of your elders. You don't blame me, and you even want to take me as your disciple?"
"What's the harm?" Qin Huangchao smiled and said, "These rotten fish and shrimps are useless and can be let go of their fate. But you are different. You are a person of great talent. If you can join my Imperial Sword Sect, I will not only not blame you, but also help you rise to the top and soar to the sky."
Everything you desire—be it status, fame, cultivation, or even beauty and power—I can give you.
"Is that so?" Ye Qiu stared at Qin Huangchao: "But I don't really like your name."
"Oh?" Qin Huangchao asked in surprise, "Why?"
Ye Qiu did not say it explicitly.
He didn't want anyone to know that long ago, the biological father whom Ye Qiu hated to the extreme was named Ye Huangchao...
"Young Ye, why aren't you saying anything? I've given you a great opportunity, so you'd better reply to me as soon as possible. Don't keep me waiting too long. I'm impatient and can't stand waiting for people."
Qin Huangchao narrowed his eyes slightly.
Ye Qiu gripped his sword tightly: "What will you do if I don't agree?"
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