Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 578: The Sword of the Yagyu Family! (Second Update)

Chapter 578: The Sword of the Yagyu Family! (Second Update)

A one-strike kill!

The powerful warrior of the Qingkou group, Miyamoto Ryūmu, fell in battle, without even leaving a corpse behind.

Ye Qiu’s use of the second form of the Flood Dragon Devil Fist could be described as supremely fierce and legendary.

Seeing that Miyamoto Ryūmu had perished from the technique ’Flood Dragon Ascending to the Heavens,’ Ye Qiu felt half the tension in his heart release, grateful that he had managed to slay one in time. Otherwise, if any more delays had occurred, and the two had joined forces, it would have been dangerous for him!

The Flood Dragon Devil Fist comprised seven forms altogether, with ’Flood Dragon Emerges from the Cave’ as the first fist, which Ye Qiu had already mastered. Just developing the essence of the Flood Dragon for the first fist had cost Ye Qiu a great deal of time, and only after carefully observing the patterns of a flood dragon and mulling over them did he finally master the first fist.

Compared to the difficulty of comprehending ’Flood Dragon Emerges from the Cave,’ the second fist, ’Flood Dragon Ascending to the Heavens,’ was even more challenging.

Although it wasn’t necessary to spend as much effort on refining the true shape or the essence of the fist, executing this punch was still quite a stretch for Ye Qiu. Don’t think that his one-hit kill of Miyamoto Ryūmu didn’t require a combination of perfect timing, analytical assessment of his opponent, and a touch of risk—it was a confluence of factors that allowed him to succeed.

If a legendary realm practitioner were to execute this punch, there would be no need for Ye Qiu to exert himself so much, nor would he have to deliberately bring out the Kusanagi Sword to distract his opponent and create an opportunity for himself.

With just a single punch, a legendary realm practitioner could vanquish another martial artist of the same realm.

The dominance of the Flood Dragon Devil Fist lies precisely in this aspect, which is also the main reason Ye Qiu found this set of fists to be exceptionally ferocious.

The fist technique itself was exceedingly heaven-defying, being one of the core cultivation techniques of the Dugu family.

Fortunately, this set of techniques hadn’t been mastered by other ancient martial arts families; otherwise, with the prodigies from the ancient lands, once they had achieved mastery, even Ye Qiu would be no match for them.

The move ’Flood Dragon Ascending to the Heavens’ was meant to be executed by a legendary realm fighter, yet Ye Qiu, still in the True Qi realm, managed to use it, though it placed a great burden on him. The power of the Black Flame was directly depleted by more than half, leaving only four layers remaining!

He had to use his remaining strength to deal with an even stronger opponent, Yagyu Sukezou, and the advantage wasn’t overly tilted toward Ye Qiu. The scales had merely been tipped by removing one weight.

Among the three great warriors, Yagyu Sukezou hadn’t made a move yet, and he was the one Ye Qiu dreaded most.

"My two brothers have died by your hand... I will make everyone related to you pay with their lives!" Yagyu Sukezou didn’t show any shocking anger, but his words carried extraordinary gravity within their calmness.

Suppressing a myriad of burning angers, his mindset as steady as Mount Tai, such a state of mind was truly awe-inspiring.

Even Ye Qiu secretly alerted himself, knowing that although Yagyu Sukezou was silent, once he erupted, it would surely be an uncontrollable disaster, like a torrential flood or tsunami.

The stronger the fighter, the more important the state of mind becomes. Among the three great warriors, Yagyu Sukezou had the strongest skills, the highest realm, and a state of mind that could not be compared to that of Akagi Minamoto or Miyamoto Ryūmu.

Terrifying!

Without Yagyu Sukezou moving, Ye Qiu’s heart already pounded wildly. This would be a formidable enemy, surpassing any opponent he had faced before.

Boom...

An aura burst forth from Yagyu Sukezou’s body, turning into waves, and Wu Feng generated spontaneously, causing a howling gale to arise, with tree branches moaning in response.

The fiery aura behind Yagyu Sukezou shrouded his face, which was hard to discern, appearing neither sad nor happy, neither weeping nor laughing. Veiled by the shade of the trees, even the clear moonlight failed to reveal his true face.

Both men remained still, like the quiet before a storm hits, the calm before the waves surge.

Only inside their hearts raged towering waves; their killing intent was enough to break through the highest heavens.

Gradually, Yagyu Sukezou made his move, and Ye Qiu’s body tensed slightly. The pressure the opponent placed on him far exceeded that of Miyamoto Ryūmu.

If Miyamoto Ryūmu could be compared to a ferocious dragon with immense destructive power, then Yagyu Sukezou was like a silent ancient beast who, once moved, could cause heaven and earth to shatter.

In front of Ye Qiu, Yagyu Sukezou took the sword from behind him and held it in front. It was a very ordinary-looking sword, with a rather shabby sheath that could even be described as crude.

Woven from dead grass, it lacked any ornate exterior one would expect of a sword sheath, to the point that it seemed like something that would be disregarded even if found in the street.

However, when Liuseng Xuzhu pulled out the sword hilt, Ye Qiu’s pupils slightly constricted.

It was actually a broken sword!

No longer than four inches, it was dull and unremarkable, not even reflecting the moonlight.

"This is the ancestral sword passed down through my Liuseng family. Though it is broken, it has always been the treasure of the Liuseng family," he declared.

"You wield the Divine Artifact, the Kusanagi Sword, and I choose to duel you with the ancient sword of my Liuseng family to take your head."

"This sword, which I rarely unsheathe, is worth being drawn even for those of legendary realm. Few are deemed worthy of its use, but you... You are lucky to witness a divine sword that is not inferior to the Kusanagi Sword before you die."

"Come on, let me see how powerful your sword is!" Liuseng Xuzhu ran his finger along the blade, flipped his wrist, and pointed the broken sword directly at Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu didn’t underestimate Liuseng Xuzhu because of the broken sword. The Liuseng family was a household of swordsmanship mastery, where ancestors were experts in the art of the sword. Liuseng swordsmanship had long been famous, its reputation extending throughout the land of Japan.

His ancestor was even honored as a Sword Saint!

Facing a descendant of the Sword Saint, even with the Kusanagi Sword in hand, Ye Qiu couldn’t dare to underestimate his opponent. Rather, once Liuseng Xuzhu drew his sword, it meant that he was bringing out his strongest power.

Liuseng Xuzhu was a martial artist swordsman, his study of Sword Dao even more profound and sublime than that of martial arts.

When the broken sword was drawn, there was no ringing of the blade, but a wail instead.

It seemed to be sobbing. Liuseng Xuzhu said the broken sword was mourning for Ye Qiu, indicating that anyone who faced him would pay with their life.

Without exception!

Both their swords pointed directly at one another. Ye Qiu concentrated intently, unaffected by the opponent’s aura that blew his hair, covering the corner of his eye.

Clang!

Liuseng Xuzhu leaped swiftly, and his broken sword slashed down!

With one leap, he was right in front of Ye Qiu, with a startlingly terrifying rebound. The broken sword came slashing down without a glint of light, without a sound, leaving only a trail of Sword Intent.

Yet it was this terrifying slash, a sword not yet arrived, that caused Ye Qiu’s feet to sink deep into the earth. The sheer weight of the aura of the sword pressed down on Ye Qiu, threatening to overwhelm him before the blade even appeared.

Ye Qiu’s hair stood on end. The feeling Liuseng Xuzhu gave him at this moment was too dreadful. Even though it was a broken sword, the man wielded it as if he were a tiger adding wings, proudly surveying all beneath heaven.

The path of the sword belongs to the ruler.

Even a broken sword was once a ruler among thousands of swords.

Facing the indomitable Sword Intent, if it weren’t for the Kusanagi Sword in Ye Qiu’s hands, he might not be able to withstand this chillingly murderous Sword Intent.

Ye Qiu roared loudly, his aura greatly swelling as he immediately struck out with his sword, fearing if he didn’t act soon he wouldn’t even have the will to brandish his sword.

Liuseng Xuzhu, with his crushing Sword Intent, moved peoples’ hearts with a single stroke.

Ye Qiu slashed repeatedly with the Kusanagi Sword, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Liuseng Xuzhu smiled faintly, "Useless..."

Right after, his broken sword collided with the Kusanagi Sword, humming...

The Kusanagi Sword in Ye Qiu’s hand suddenly flew out!

Ye Qiu was shocked, thinking to himself, "Not good!"