Afraid to Die?

Ye Qiu walked down the mountain step by step. At its foot, the others watched him with cold, mocking eyes.

The Purple-Robed Man pointed at Ye Qiu arrogantly. "I thought you could fight. Let's see how many you can take on this time!"

Boom—

Before the words had left his mouth, Ye Qiu charged. He unleashed Dragon Soaring Body to its limit.

In the blink of an eye, just as the sonic boom exploded, Ye Qiu was in front of the Purple-Robed Man.

One punch!

It all happened in an instant. Under the eyes of the two powerful men standing behind the Purple-Robed Man, Ye Qiu's fist came straight down.

Their expressions changed drastically!

But before they could act, Ye Qiu's fist came down with a terrifying rush of wind and smashed into the Purple-Robed Man's head.

Their power erupted, and they stepped forward.

Splat—

Yet in that same instant, the Purple-Robed Man's head burst apart in a horrifying spray!

Blood splattered everywhere!

He had not uttered a single scream. He had not even had time to react.

Or rather, he had never believed that, facing a force like this, Ye Qiu would strike without a word.

And strike to kill!

He was not alone. Hardly anyone present had believed Ye Qiu would be so direct.

Surely he could see what kind of situation he was in?

But he had done it anyway.

Directly, decisively, brutally!

So when the bloody mist billowed, everyone froze. When the headless body fell, the entire crowd shuddered.

Worse still, the dead man was a direct descendant of the Chu Family. His elder brother was the current Number One Prodigy of Southern State.

The Academy's Chief: Chu Qianqiu!

"You... you... Kill him!" With a roar, the two towering men charged.

Their power erupted together, and both had reached the Law Gathering Realm.

Ye Qiu said nothing. He beckoned, and the black Broken Saber appeared in his hand.

The Broken Saber had no edge, but when Ye Qiu lifted it and swung hard at one of the men, the air exploded with a rolling thunderclap.

The blow was so heavy, so brutal, it seemed ready to smash the very space around him apart.

One Saber Breaks Ten Thousand Laws!

Boom—

The towering man's power exploded, and the weight of the saber bent his body double.

Ye Qiu followed with a step and drove his knee upward. The man flew backward, his head thrown up.

His jaw had shattered, leaving him a gruesome sight as he flew.

But Ye Qiu took a solid hit too.

It was a punch from a Law Gathering Realm cultivator—and the second towering man was at the second level.

The punch jolted Ye Qiu's entire body. The wound on his chest, not yet fully healed, tore open, and blood instantly stained his clothes red.

But Ye Qiu seemed not to notice. He had withstood the full-force blow!

The second-level cultivator could hardly believe it.

While he stood stunned, the saber in Ye Qiu's hand swept across and slammed into him!

Crack—

Even at the second level of the Law Gathering Realm, his power shattered beneath that frenzied, terrifying strike. Bones broke, and he flew sideways with a muffled groan.

But more enemies rushed in. Ye Qiu had no time to rest. Gripping the Broken Saber, he hacked wildly.

Rumble—

The foot of the mountain shook. Power raged. Heads burst, spraying blood in every direction.

Some went flying and struck West Mountain, shattering rock as their flesh and bones broke apart.

Others were smashed into the ground, cracking it beneath them into vast spiderwebs.

But as the fight went on, Ye Qiu bled more and more.

He was strong now, with one hundred and eighty thousand Qi and Blood—no, it should have reached one hundred and ninety thousand.

His cultivation was at the sixth level of Mystic Passage.

He had also mastered Artistic Conception.

And he had the black Broken Saber, a weapon that suited his hand.

But there were dozens of opponents. Even the weakest stood at Mystic Mastery Peak, while most had reached the Law Gathering Realm, some even its second level.

Which of them was not outstanding among his generation?

And Ye Qiu's wounds had yet to heal completely!

Pfft—

He spat blood. Blood poured from his torn wounds until his clothes were soaked red.

But Ye Qiu neither looked nor cared. Saber in hand, he tore through the crowd.

Did it hurt?

Yes!

It hurt badly!

Was he afraid to die?

Of course he was!

Who was not afraid of death?

But if he was afraid, would they spare him? Would they give him a chance to live?

The more he feared death, the harder he had to charge. He had to fight like a madman and hold nothing back!

He had to kill until they feared him, beat the fight out of them, and smash their courage to pieces!

First came courage, second strength, and third skill.

In the face of that frenzy, anyone who came close could wound him—but only at the risk of being hacked to death!

More than a dozen people already lay at his feet.

One had even stabbed Ye Qiu with a sword. Ye Qiu snapped the blade with one hand, then smashed the man's head with a punch.

He did not care whether he lived or died!

If he died, he would kill you first!

And those still standing bore wounds of their own. Fear showed on their faces.

Ye Qiu had surpassed everything they had imagined.

It was not that his cultivation was so powerful... They had already estimated his limits.

They had even assembled a force far beyond what those limits called for.

With a force like theirs, even several cultivators at the third or fourth level of the Law Gathering Realm would have been hard-pressed to leave behind intact corpses!

What they had not anticipated was Ye Qiu's ruthlessness—this madness, this way of fighting with his life on the line!

It was like a street brawl, but it worked.

It was brutal!

He had scattered their formation and planted fear in their hearts, leaving them unable to work together at full strength!

"Come on!" As their resolve faltered, Ye Qiu, drenched in red, let out a thunderous shout.

His voice rolled over them. His long hair flew and his blood-soaked robe billowed, while his eyes shone with a savage fury wilder than any beast's.

He fixed that savage gaze on a Law Gathering disciple ahead of him. At a single look, the disciple shuddered, his legs going weak beneath him.

His courage broke!

Killing Intent surged to the heavens!

He was as savage as a demon!

Splat—

As the disciple's nerve failed, Ye Qiu charged through the surge of blood energy and brought his saber down.

Or rather, smashed it down!

The saber struck the man's head. His skull burst, his bones shattered, and half his shoulder was utterly obliterated by the blow!

Another kill!

"Come on!" Ye Qiu stood with saber in hand and swept his gaze across the crowd. None of the twenty-odd people remaining dared approach.

They truly did not dare.

He had cowed them!

Ye Qiu strode forward. Several men ahead of him retreated, their eyes shifting as they hesitated.

If they kept fighting, they could certainly kill Ye Qiu. But who dared go first? That man would almost certainly die!

Who was not afraid to die?

Ye Qiu was!

So were they!

They were even more afraid!

They were all disciples of great clans, accustomed to fine clothes and rich food. They could spend their entire lives lying in bed without a care.

Unlike Ye Qiu, who had fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood!