Supernatural Insight Eyes

The pills Ye Qiu scattered out were, of course, the poison pills he’d refined long ago.

Surrounded and besieged by so many Shadow Martial Artists, there was no way he’d stupidly clash head-on with them. Even if he did have the strength, and even if he didn’t, he still wouldn’t do that.

If you want to finish off opponents in the most hassle-free, effortless way, nothing is faster than poison pills.

Just as expected, the moment the poison pills exploded, those Shadow Martial Artists who’d been pouncing like tigers instantly weakened, like a man who’d been hard as steel on Viagra one second and completely limp the next.

The power of the poison pills was that domineering.

In an instant, all the Shadow Martial Artists were poisoned. With a thought, Ye Qiu drew the Bahuang Sword and launched into a wild slaughter against the many Shadow Martial Artists.

Swish, swish, swish.

Sword Qi instantly shrouded the four directions, the air filled with both poison and Sword Qi.

The spectators around them, afraid of getting caught up in it, quickly retreated, sealing their ears, noses, and throats so they wouldn’t be poisoned as well. At the same time, they stared at the Bahuang Sword cutting down one Shadow Martial Artist after another.

At this moment, in front of the Bahuang Sword, the Shadow Martial Artists had no power to resist at all. One sword through the heart, one sword to sever the head, one sword cleaving them in two—countless sword moves wiped them out.

In the span of a moment, this place turned from the cold killing field of before into a true Asura battlefield, blood everywhere, the air thick with the smell of it.

Most of the Shadow Martial Artists were dead, and the poisonous miasma lingering in the air had almost completely dispersed as well.

Taking advantage of this, Ye Qiu naturally intended to leave with Venerable Wu Yang and Boss Yun.

However, as expected, a surge of power suddenly appeared ahead, sealing off this patch of heaven and earth.

"Ye Qiu, after killing so many of my Shadow’s people, you think you can just walk away? You’re dreaming."

This figure stood in the void.

He was also dressed in black, but he left a deep impression because his eyebrows were white.

This man was clearly different from the previous Shadow Martial Artists. His aura was more drawn-out and thick, like some ancient behemoth, yet his exact cultivation was hazy and indistinct, impossible to see through.

This was an old codger, and his strength was nothing to sneeze at.

Ye Qiu stepped out of the Taihuang Bell, without letting Venerable Wu Yang and Boss Yun come out. It was still safer for them to remain inside.

"Looks like Shadow really does have experts," Ye Qiu thought as he fixed his gaze on the man.

The moment this person appeared, Ye Qiu felt a sense of wariness. At the very least, they were on the same level, but it wasn’t enough to make Ye Qiu feel fear, which meant the other hadn’t stepped into the Dao Lord Realm.

As long as it wasn’t a Dao Lord, Ye Qiu was confident he could defeat him.

"Is your Shadow organization really set on a fight to the death with me?" Ye Qiu said.

"Hmph, the moment you destroyed our many Shadow branches, this was already the ending. You should’ve anticipated this," the Shadow Martial Artist said.

"Since that’s the case, then in dealing with your Shadow in the future, I don’t need to hold back anymore."

"Heh, you don’t have a future."

"That’s not for you to decide."

"I won’t let you leave here alive."

Their auras surged skyward between them, and in an instant they clashed.

Just as the two were locked in fierce combat, several more figures appeared. They came from the major sects, naturally here to kill Ye Qiu as well.

However, they didn’t make a move. Instead, they watched the battlefield, waiting for Ye Qiu and the Shadow Martial Artist’s fight to conclude.

"Zzzt, what did I say, if the Heavenly Palace dared let him take those two people, they were never going to let him just walk out of here. The threat of Shadow hasn’t even been resolved yet, and now the powerhouses of all the major sects have shown up as well. How’s he supposed to overturn this situation alone? This really is something to look forward to."

"Shadow, the major sects, and the strongest Heavenly Palace—each hurdle tougher than the last. If he wants to walk out alive, that’s really going to be hard."

"Just watch. They all say this guy’s had miracle after miracle happen around him. No one knows if he can still turn danger into safety this time."

Among the crowd, the Loose Cultivator Martial Artists still felt fairly sympathetic toward Ye Qiu, and they also felt a trace of contempt for Shadow, the major sects, and the Heavenly Palace joining forces to target a single man.

For these great powers to deal with one person like this really was a bit petty.

But that kind of thought could only be muttered twice in their hearts. In reality, they naturally didn’t dare say it out loud. After all, not everyone was Ye Qiu, with the strength to stand against so many great powers.

And even if you did have that strength, so what? The final outcome would still be tragic, just like Ye Qiu now—his enemies were too many to count, and even stronger ones hadn’t shown themselves yet.

How could one man possibly escape with his life?

Some people felt that Ye Qiu was merely struggling, and no matter how he struggled, he still couldn’t escape the fate of being killed. It was only a matter of time.

And now, this was Ye Qiu’s doomsday, the countdown to his death.

When all the great powers unite against one man, no one can live. The Du Gu clan of old couldn’t; how could Ye Qiu alone do any better now?

This Shadow Martial Artist’s strength was sky-piercing; he was indeed a difficult opponent. In terms of battle experience, his was absolutely profound. For Ye Qiu to claim a victory was no easy task.

But even with such a formidable opponent, Ye Qiu still won, injuring him, then heavily injuring him, until he was left hanging on by a single breath.

The reason was nothing else: Ye Qiu kept casually tossing out poison pills, blasting him off guard. No matter how high your cultivation is, you can’t withstand the repeated corrosion of poison pills.

Back on the Atlantis Star, when he’d faced that woman whose strength was even lower than his, he’d almost fallen for it. Ye Qiu still felt a lingering fear. Later, he’d found the Poison Scripture on her, and after reading it several times, he’d mastered it even better than that woman. Now his use of poison left no trace, so it was no wonder the Shadow Martial Artist couldn’t defend against it.

Ye Qiu’s poisoning skill was simply too advanced.

There was no way to guard against it.

In the end, Ye Qiu twisted off the man’s head and annihilated his soul, killing him completely. An elder-level existence of Shadow had fallen.

Far away in the depths of the universe, in Shadow’s headquarters, a life token shattered, stunning the person guarding the tokens.

"The Elder... has fallen..."

Ye Qiu’s slaughter of the Shadow powerhouse gave quite a shock to the Martial Artists of the major sects who had been waiting for so long.

"Keep an eye on that guy’s hands; there’s poison on them," an old man warned.

"It’s not just his hands—his feet too."

Clearly, more than one person had noticed how the Shadow Martial Artist died. They’d seen that the main reason Ye Qiu could kill him was the vicious use of poison. Once a Martial Artist was contaminated, the power they could bring out dropped drastically.

Only because of that did Ye Qiu manage to kill him without expending too much effort.

As for the many Loose Cultivators, seeing this scene before them, they were all shaken by Ye Qiu’s methods.

"Is he really going to defy the heavens? Is this the end of Shadow?"

"Why do I get the feeling that no matter how many people Shadow sends, they’re all going to die here?"

"This guy really is full of miracles!"

Everyone couldn’t help but sigh.