Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 836 - 0836 Blood-Soaked Deep Enmity! (First Update)

Chapter 836: 0836 Blood-Soaked Deep Enmity! (First Update)

As the figure slowly emerged, Ye Qiu’s gaze became increasingly sharp. He sensed that one of the individuals had an exceptionally strong aura and exclaimed in shock, "Sato Tsuru!"

"Ye Qiu, so it’s you." In fact, when Sato Tsuru saw Ye Qiu, even he was startled; he did not expect that the person Mu Wanqing had been looking for several times would turn out to be Ye Qiu.

Divine Doctor Ye, Mr. Ye...

Muttering to himself, Sato Tsuru felt foolish for not connecting Ye Qiu with these titles.

Thereupon, Sato Tsuru revealed Ye Qiu’s identity, and the Sect Leader of Rakshasa Sect indifferently said, "Since it’s like this, it also means he deserves to die, sparing us the effort of looking for him any further."

After Mu Wanqing and Ma Lingling left, the two turned to look at Ye Qiu, their gazes making no attempt to hide.

Therefore, Ye Qiu sensed the presence of the two. However, what surprised him was that he had not detected them earlier. Their skill in concealing themselves was not weak; even he had been deceived.

Seeing Sato Tsuru again, Ye Qiu found that Sato Tsuru had changed, and changed drastically. If Sato Tsuru was but a businessman before, now he had thoroughly transformed into a Martial Artist, especially with that robust aura about him that even Ye Qiu found rather surprising.

However, what was most noteworthy was the middle-aged man beside Sato Tsuru. He did not carry any powerful aura, but he exuded a unique temperament, particularly the light that radiated from his eyes, like an Immortal Emperor of the nine heavens, descended to the mortal world, looking down upon all beings with an air of indifference, coldness, and superiority.

This man was a powerful being.

The fact that Ye Qiu could not see through him made Ye Qiu take him even more seriously, indicating that this man was far more dangerous than Sato Tsuru.

"Ye Qiu, you should be well aware of the grudges between us. But now, none of that matters. You turned me into that helpless state, unable to move an inch. If it weren’t for my master, I would have spent the rest of my life bedridden. But of all mistakes you could have made, you should not have provoked my master, engaged the Rakshasa Sect in combat, and now, compete with my master for a woman. Prepare to die today," Sato Tsuru said coldly, his deep resentment toward Ye Qiu unceasing like a river—recalling how helpless he had been rendered by Ye Qiu, unable to move and needing assistance for even the most basic of tasks, filled Sato Tsuru with gnashing hatred.

What infuriated him even more was that his father, in seeking vengeance for him, ended up with his bones shattered, not even leaving a corpse behind.

The anguish he suffered and the loss of blood relatives were all caused by Ye Qiu alone. In anticipation of the day for vengeance, he had waited a long time. And now, standing before Ye Qiu with his master, he was finally ready to take his revenge.

Sato Tsuru was somewhat agitated. He was no longer the man he had once been. Now a Martial Artist himself, with the power bestowed upon him by his master, his strength was even greater than that of martial elders in the martial world. There were few in the martial arts of his own country who could match him.

As one of the two emperors under the Rakshasa Sect Leader, Sato Tsuru was the first to follow the Sect Leader and was his most trusted confidant.

Listening to Sato Tsuru’s words filled with killing intent, Ye Qiu felt Sato Tsuru’s hatred towards him. Ye Qiu had not expected Sato Tsuru could stand here; the method he used to immobilize Sato Tsuru could only be undone by himself, he had not expected someone else to be capable of doing so.

The middle-aged man beside Sato Tsuru must be his master then.

The Sect Leader of Rakshasa!

The silent and stealthy arrival of these two in Capital City of Huaxia took Ye Qiu by surprise. It seemed that Sato Tsuru’s resolve to seek vengeance on him was backed by the power of the Rakshasa Sect Leader.

The mere thought of the power within the people from Rakshasa Sect that could enhance spiritual power stirred Ye Qiu, believing that the energy within this Sect Leader would be even greater.

"I didn’t kill you back then, I spared your life because I was merciful, believing that your sins did not warrant death. But today I feel I made a wrong decision. The Rakshasa Sect has committed endless atrocities in China, and you, Sato Tsuru, must have played a part in this," Ye Qiu declared.

"Haha... Ye Qiu, you are perceptive, but you will never understand that Rakshasa Sect will become the world’s strongest force. In the near future, even all of China will grovel at the feet of the Rakshasa Sect," laughed Sato Tsuru.

"Big talk for someone who can’t back it up," Ye Qiu sneered with contempt. This Sato Tsuru really had an inflated opinion of himself.

"Ye Qiu, are you doubting my master’s strength? But it’s also true, you have not seen my master’s power, and you do not know how strong he is. In my eyes, whether it’s you or the worthless martial arts community of China, you’re all lambs to the slaughter before my master. Today, there is no escape for you, for you have committed many crimes, and my master will take your life," said Sato Tsuru.

The Sato Tsuru before him had become somewhat deranged, holding boundless worship for his master, the Rakshasa Sect Leader, and now he seemed somewhat crazed.

"Master, please allow me to make the first move. Once I capture him, I will leave his fate to you," Sato Tsuru volunteered eagerly.

"Go ahead," said the middle-aged man indifferently. His voice sounded mysterious and seemed to come from all directions.

Sato Tsuru had waited far too long for this day. He slowly walked in front of Ye Qiu, revealing a cruel smile. He was no longer the one he had been, completely powerless against Ye Qiu. His master helped him realize that only true strength comes from within. To take revenge on Ye Qiu, he trained day and night, transforming from a mere outsider to a Martial Artist. His sole purpose: to kill Ye Qiu.

"You are no match for me. Better send your master instead. I am not really in the habit of fighting with dogs; it lowers my status," Ye Qiu looked down at Sato Tsuru with disdain.

That same look - Sato Tsuru remembered it clearly. When he had been incapacitated by Ye Qiu, that was the look in Ye Qiu’s eyes.

It was a look of disdain.

Profound rage burned in Sato Tsuru, the anger that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time exploded: "Who do you think you are? Don’t think you are so powerful just because you’ve killed many strong fighters from my Rakshasa Sect. In the eyes of my master, you are but an ant, and in my eyes, you are nothing more."

"Heh, you’ve certainly learned well from your master how to boast. To deal with trash like you, one finger is all I need," Ye Qiu said mockingly.

"Fine, fine, fine... Ye Qiu, I want to see how you could possibly defend against me with just one finger. Die!" exclaimed Sato Tsuru.

In an instant, Sato Tsuru erupted with malevolent energy that filled his entire body. Black power enshrouded him, radiating an evil aura, and the thick scent of blood was pungent.

Seeing Ye Qiu cover his nose briefly, Sato Tsuru smiled coldly and said, "The scent of blood you’re smelling is that of the Chinese, I must say, Chinese blood has a nice taste, highly suitable for blood sacrifices. Today, I will capture you, and my master will personally use you for a blood sacrifice."

Sato Tsuru laughed loudly, his body moving with the malevolent force.

Ye Qiu’s gaze turned icy; Sato Tsuru’s words had sparked his killing intent.