Supernatural Insight Eyes-Chapter 1927 - 1928: Astonishing Strength! Second Update
A wolf shadow burst forth from Yuan Dao, the Saint Heir, an enormous wolf shadow, extremely fierce, with cold, piercing eyes and sharp teeth, like a real wild wolf standing before you, creating an enormous pressure.
Wolf God Killing Fist!
The fist and the wolf shadow merged into one, transforming into a more powerful energy, directly crashing forward.
This strike, Yuan Dao was very confident in it, and it was one of his ultimate moves. The reason he used it right from the start was to showcase his prowess as a Saint Heir before everyone, especially to those loose cultivators who dared to defy him.
Today, he intended to make an example to warn others.
"Die!"
The corner of Yuan Dao’s mouth held a hint of coldness. This punch of his could reach the mid to late stages of the Gui Xu Realm’s strength, and Ye Qiu, a mere loose cultivator, was destined to fall.
Because of this Wolf God Killing Fist, voices of shock emerged among the surrounding loose cultivators.
"With the emergence of the Wolf God, who can compete? This is the long-lost Wolf God Killing Fist, Yuan Dao is really determined to take down that guy with such a fierce move right off the bat."
"Perhaps in the next second, there will be a corpse here."
"A Saint Heir cannot be insulted; only when some people are about to die do they understand this truth."
Many loose cultivator martial artists discussed in shock at Yuan Dao’s ferocity, starting right out with the deadly Wolf God Killing Fist, leaving no way out.
Among the dozen or so loose cultivators who ascended the Turquoise Pool Immortal Platform, those who felt guilty toward Ye Qiu couldn’t bear to watch. With Yuan Dao displaying such power, even though they were ten meters away, they felt scared out of their wits. Let alone being the target of this power, they believed Ye Qiu was unlikely to escape disaster.
"Once you’re dead, Yuan Dao’s anger will dissipate..." Yang Ce whispered inwardly, willing for Ye Qiu to meet his end.
Boom!
The Wolf God Killing Fist roared, shaking as it quickly approached Ye Qiu in Yuan Dao’s eyes, seemingly about to land on Ye Qiu.
"Die."
Yuan Dao sneered coldly, however, the next second, his sneer froze on his face.
Ye Qiu’s hand, with incredibly fierce speed, drew a semicircle, unbelievably, before the fist could touch him, enveloping the Wolf God Killing Fist with his palm, directly covering all its energy.
It was like the sun being suddenly shrouded by dark clouds.
Huh?
What?
Yuan Dao was stunned immediately, and the onlookers were shocked.
A killing move was blocked, and before the amazed eyes of some loose cultivators, Yuan Dao’s fist could not move an inch, pressed firmly by Ye Qiu against his chest.
Yang Ce and the others stared with wide eyes, utterly incredulous.
A Saint Heir should have easily eradicated Ye Qiu, so how come Ye Qiu could block the attack?
Yuan Dao’s heart trembled. He realized he had underestimated Ye Qiu and instantly hummed, "Let go of me."
A tremendous force surged from within, transmitted to his arm and then to his hand, shaking violently, trying to break free from Ye Qiu’s grasp.
Hiss...
Yuan Dao’s hand could not break free, instead, a more powerful force came from Ye Qiu’s palm, squeezing his fist tighter, even compressing the bones of his hand together.
Involuntarily, he inhaled a sharp breath, Yuan Dao was in pain, the fingers are linked to the heart after all, with his hand bones being deformed by Ye Qiu, how could it not hurt, even his face changed as well.
He tried again to break free, but Ye Qiu’s palm was like a spring; the more he struggled to escape, the greater the returning force became, compressing his hand tighter, making the piercing, excruciating pain even more unbearable.
Yuan Dao was unwilling to accept it, stuck in the very first move, unable to break free from Ye Qiu’s grasp, how could he vent his anger then? Enduring the severe pain, he continuously struggled, trying to shake off Ye Qiu’s hand.
Thus, a bizarre scene unfolded before the crowd.
Yuan Dao continuously twisted his body as if dancing with Ye Qiu, yet Yuan Dao’s expression was still one of unbearable pain, appearing extremely peculiar.
"This... what... what’s happening? Is this a fight?"
Someone managed to utter this after quite a while.
The scene indeed looked strange, clearly a fight, yet it resembled playfulness.
Where was the scene where one strike annihilates Ye Qiu?
The outsiders didn’t know at all about Yuan Dao’s agony at this moment. Ye Qiu’s hand grasped tightly, refusing to let go, leaving him helpless.
Finally, Yuan Dao abandoned his efforts to break free, directly attacking with his other hand. Seeing this, Ye Qiu gave a twist with his hand, immediately halting Yuan Dao’s movement, resulting in beads of sweat rolling down on his face.
This was from the pain. Ye Qiu let go of squeezing his hand, instead twisting his arm, resulting in his entire arm almost breaking, right?
"Damn it..." Yuan Dao was infuriated beyond measure, suppressed by Ye Qiu like this, how could he vent his anger, only more humiliated.
Filled with uncontrollable rage, Yuan Dao did not hesitate to call out to the two Saint Heirs beside him, "Are you not going to help yet?"
Now, he couldn’t care less about being humiliated or not, with Ye Qiu fighting in such a dirty manner, squeezing and twisting arms, he truly was struggling to cope, only hoping the other two Saint Heirs could join to distract Ye Qiu, allowing him to break free.
Immediately, the other two watching Saint Heirs joined the fray, their figures darting like electricity. Ye Qiu faced all three single-handedly.
This scene shattered everyone’s understanding once more, one man against three Saint Heirs!
"Damn, why do I feel this fellow is rather fierce, three Saint Heirs, he actually blocked them alone!"
"Truly impressive, is this really a loose cultivator? When did loose cultivators produce such a person?"
Many were astounded; indeed the scene of Ye Qiu single-handedly battling three Saint Heirs was frightful, such a feat was typically only accomplished by top prodigies, now witnessed personally by them.
"He’s actually this strong!" Yang Ce stared blankly at Ye Qiu. He had imagined Ye Qiu’s strength, maybe a bit stronger, but never expected it to reach such an extent, able to counter three Saint Heirs at once, truly monstrous.
At this moment, the most excited one had to be Li Jin, since Ye Qiu’s misfortune meant his own, but now Ye Qiu was dazzling brightly, consequently bringing him prestige as well.
"Brother Ye is truly an unparalleled genius, to fight three Saint Heirs at once, how many can achieve this level, this is not at all weaker than those Saint Heirs trained by the top sects." Li Jin exclaimed with excitement.
"This young fellow is actually this fierce, I regret it, Brother Zhuang, are you still hesitating to take him as your disciple? Why not let him be mine?"
"Stand aside, if Brother Zhuang lets him go, it’s to be mine, right Brother Zhuang?"
The several elders watching from high above outside the Turquoise Pool’s sacred gate, having seen Ye Qiu, were now arguing amongst themselves, each wanting to take him as a disciple.
Zhuang Miao Shan was intently watching Ye Qiu’s figure, increasingly satisfied in his eyes. Such talent, he was genuinely tempted!
