Supernatural Insight Eyes-Chapter 893 - 0 Dragon Force! (Third Update)

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Chapter 893: 0893 Dragon Force! (Third Update)

One towering mountain peak after another stretched endlessly, devoid of mist-shrouded forests or relentless cascading waterfalls.

There was only the drifting white clouds overhead and the gentle breeze brushing softly across one’s face.

Upon the mountain peaks lay a gray dragon-like figure, rising from the mountain ranges and weaving through the peaks. From above, it appeared alive, a colossal dragon pressed firmly against the vast land of China.

This was the ancient city wall. Through the passage of time, weathered and enduring, it bore witness to countless ages. Two figures stood atop the highest part of a beacon tower, motionless.

In an instant, the two had reached this place, a land where they could fight with no holds barred.

"Your abilities haven’t improved in the slightest, Ye Qiu. With such pitiful strength, do you really think you can stop me?"

Luocha Sect Master spoke indifferently, his purple robe billowing in the wind, producing a sharp, rustling sound.

"The battle isn’t over yet. How can you be so sure I can’t keep you here?" Ye Qiu retaliated.

"Then let’s fight!"

The Locha Sect Master didn’t waste more words. At this moment, verbal jousting was meaningless. Everything would be settled with strength. If he could defeat Ye Qiu and use him for a blood sacrifice, perhaps he could shatter the barrier to the Mythic Realm.

Ye Qiu, on the other hand, understood he had to take down the Locha Sect Master sooner rather than later. Otherwise, there was no telling when the opponent might break through, placing himself in grave danger. Transitioning to the next level beyond the Mythic Realm—what kind of unimaginable power must that entail? Ye Qiu didn’t know for sure, but he knew one thing: no matter how defiant his abilities, it was impossible to leap across two great realms and fight.

Both of them harbored the intent to kill the other, and their engagements became correspondingly more ferocious. Every strike was meant to take the opponent’s life.

The Locha Sect Master refrained from summoning his evil power since Ye Qiu had the ability to refine and suppress it. Instead, the Sect Master fused his dark energy within his body, using pure hand-to-hand combat to attack Ye Qiu.

At the Mythic Realm pinnacle, every punch and kick from the Locha Sect Master brimmed with an unstoppable killing intent.

Ye Qiu struggled to withstand the onslaught, moving with difficulty to block each of the Sect Master’s blows.

"Your speed has indeed improved, but unfortunately, that won’t make any difference," the Locha Sect Master’s voice echoed beside Ye Qiu’s ears as his speed accelerated again.

Ye Qiu’s eyes flickered as they traced the opponent’s movements. But the Sect Master’s speed was simply too overwhelming, coupled with devastating force. Although Ye Qiu could barely keep up visually, his strength failed to respond in time. Before long, he was hit squarely by a powerful blow.

"So? Weren’t you supposed to restrain my power? But I’m deliberately not using it, rendering your abilities useless," the Locha Sect Master laughed heartily.

"Heh, then you should remember—I can drag you into an illusion, right?"

With those words, Ye Qiu’s Eye of Illusions activated instantly. The Locha Sect Master swung a ferocious punch, only to immediately retreat from the mirage.

"Do you still think you can defeat me with the same trick?" The Sect Master mocked, his laughter resonant. "Too naive. I won’t stumble in the same place twice. This time, even your illusions won’t work against me!"

With Ye Qiu’s Eye of Illusions neutralized and his ability to refine evil power ineffective, the Locha Sect Master’s confidence surged. This time, he felt certain—there was no way he would fall for Ye Qiu’s tactics. After all, what more could a mere martial artist of the Legendary Realm possibly do? Hoping to turn the tide was nothing short of a delusion.

"If you still have moves up your sleeve, show them now," the Sect Master taunted coldly.

"As you wish."

Chilling energy coalesced around Ye Qiu, condensing into countless fine needles formed of the Rules of Ice.

"Pointless." The Sect Master sneered as he saw Ye Qiu wielding the Rules of Ice again. It had been ineffective the last time they clashed, and bringing it out now wouldn’t change a thing.

"Wind, come!" The Sect Master rotated his five fingers, conjuring dual whirlwinds in an instant. To counteract the Rules of Ice, he deployed the Rules of Wind, forming two storms that swirled ferociously in his palms, clawing the air in spirals.

Soon after.

The two forces of rules collided—the confrontation between wind and ice caused a clash of energies nearly equal in strength. Neither overcame the other, dissipating into nothingness in the blink of an eye, vanishing into thin air.

The Sect Master smirked playfully. Having already seen through Ye Qiu’s repertoire of techniques, he assumed the retrieval of the Rules of Ice indicated Ye Qiu’s desperation, unsure how to continue the fight.

The Sect Master was in high spirits, relishing Ye Qiu’s apparent helplessness. It felt like vindication—finally stomping on the youth who had once driven him into humiliation, forcing him to leap into the sea to escape. Today, he would grind Ye Qiu beneath his feet and erase that disgrace.

Ye Qiu unleashed the Dragon God Demon Fist, but the Sect Master’s overwhelming power blasted the dragon’s manifestation apart in mid-air.

In nearly an instant, the Sect Master displayed the sheer ferocity of his Mythic Realm pinnacle strength, now far more devastating than before.

Ye Qiu’s expression grew grim. The sheer might of the Mythic Realm pinnacle was truly terrifying. Against such an opponent, he essentially held no advantage.

"What’s this? Are you starting to feel fear?" The Sect Master hovered in midair, observing Ye Qiu’s solemn demeanor atop the beacon tower, a surge of elation filling his chest.

"If I hadn’t underestimated you back then, I wouldn’t have nearly fallen to you. But today is different. My strength vastly exceeds yours. Attempting to overcome me across realms? Stop deluding yourself. Now, I’m going to show you the consequences of crossing me, the Locha Sect Master." He licked his lips, preparing to maim Ye Qiu with one strike before offering him as a blood sacrifice.

Flashing cold light, the Sect Master struck decisively.

As the Sect Master once again vanished from view, Ye Qiu slowly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Then, stomping his foot lightly, he murmured, "Borrow the power of the dragon veins—manifest!"

Just as the Sect Master was closing in, his expression abruptly changed. He realized something was different about the space surrounding him and quickly retreated with caution.

Ye Qiu swept his hands outward, sensing the vast power surging from the infinite Dragon City below his feet. This was power he could command at will.

"Borrow the world’s power!"

The Sect Master’s eyes narrowed. Ordinarily, borrowing power from the environment wouldn’t unnerve him, but Ye Qiu’s method was altogether different. It spanned a hundred miles in scope, and most crucially, Ye Qiu was borrowing the power of a dragon vein.

Though it was merely a mountain-dragon coiled upon the land of China, it was worlds apart from ordinary borrowed forces.

Standing upon this eternal, unyielding Dragon City, Ye Qiu had drawn the land’s essence—the power of a dragon.

One dragon’s power!

No wonder the Sect Master’s expression shifted drastically.

Feeling the boundless strength coursing through his veins, Ye Qiu’s gaze toward the Locha Sect Master turned cold, with an unmistakable glint of murderous intent.

At once, he channeled the dragon’s power into the Dragon God Demon Fist!

With dragon-force guiding the punches, the formless power solidified midair, conjuring a manifestation of a dragon that roamed through the void. The heavens instantly grew dark, clouds churned, and thunder roared across the firmament.

"This aura..."

A trace of dread flashed through the Sect Master’s heart as he stared at the incoming punch. In that instant, it crashed down toward him like divine retribution!