Supernatural Insight Eyes-Chapter 897 - 0 Both Died Together! (Second Update)

Boom!

Billowing clouds of smoke erupted, even a large section of the winding Great Wall on the mountain peak was reduced to rubble.

The Sect Leader of the Rakshasa was trampled beneath Ye Qiu’s feet. Moments earlier, Ye Qiu had transformed into the Celestial Monument and directly smashed the Sect Leader into critical injuries.

The blackened force, akin to burning black flames, continued to flicker atop Ye Qiu’s body. His eyes were shrouded in black, and his expression was ice-cold.

"Even if you kill me, you will ultimately perish. In this world, there exist forces you cannot fathom. I am but the first awakened after eternity, and you, as the descendant of the Solitary Clan, will inevitably become the target of others who awaken later. Haha..."

The Rakshasa Sect Leader laughed wildly, already resigned to his fate. Ye Qiu’s previous move had shattered all the bones in his body; now, only his head remained intact. As for counterattacking or escaping, he was utterly incapable.

No doubt, martial artists at the mythic realm are exceedingly hard to kill. Ye Qiu’s transformation into the Celestial Monument was the most formidable technique of the First Tribulation, yet it only managed to critically wound his opponent.

However, Ye Qiu could still take pride. After all, he was merely at the legendary realm, yet he had delivered a single strike that critically injured a martial artist who stood at the pinnacle of the mythic realm—a feat scarcely seen throughout history.

Ye Qiu extended his fingers, and the Kusanagi Sword from a distance whistled through the air, landing in his grasp.

With a clean slash of the longsword, the Rakshasa Sect Leader’s head fell. To prevent any means of resurrection, Ye Qiu severed his limbs and churned his organs and brain into pulp—ensuring he was dead beyond recovery.

After finishing this task, Ye Qiu gazed in the direction where Wei Ziqing had fled.

"You must die too!"

With sword in hand, Ye Qiu transformed into a shadow and swiftly pursued him.

Wei Ziqing had retreated the moment Ye Qiu and the Rakshasa Sect Leader were midway into their duel. Now, having fled over a hundred miles, he finally exhaled a breath of relief.

Back when he escaped over thirty miles away, he could still feel the earth-shattering duel behind him. The terrifying force made his hair stand on end, wishing he could sprout two more legs to escape this vortex of combat as quickly as possible.

Ye Qiu was far too powerful. If the Rakshasa Sect Leader were defeated in the end, Ye Qiu would surely come after him.

Wei Ziqing concealed his aura, leaning against a tree as he pondered his next move.

After all, Ye Qiu knew that he had colluded with the Rakshasa Sect Leader. If Ye Qiu perished, it would be fine—he could return to the Dragon Group and prepare to take charge. But if Ye Qiu survived, it would spell danger for him.

After careful consideration, Wei Ziqing decided to return to the battlefield later to see who had emerged as the victor. As for going back to the Dragon Group immediately, he hesitated. If Ye Qiu lived, his return would pose a great risk.

"I will rest here until midnight, then go back to check things out, and only then make detailed plans," Wei Ziqing concluded on the spot. freewebnσvel.cѳm

With that, he began to rest his mind and body. To better hide his whereabouts, he deliberately relocated to a more secluded spot, confident that Ye Qiu could not possibly find him.

Half an hour passed when Wei Ziqing suddenly opened his eyes, sensing an inexplicable danger creeping in—his heart trembled.

Could Ye Qiu be catching up?

Wei Ziqing scanned his surroundings anxiously. The forest was quiet—so quiet that there weren’t even the calls of birds.

At that moment, all the hairs on Wei Ziqing’s body bristled. The eerie silence didn’t feel normal. With a loud boom, Wei Ziqing hurriedly leapt to the side. The spot where he had been hiding was flattened by a single slash—trees, weeds, everything reduced to ash, charred black as though scorched by fire.

A figure he least wanted to see slowly emerged, quietly watching Wei Ziqing with a cold smile and saying nothing.

Wei Ziqing’s heart sank, feeling as though he faced an unstoppable enemy. He knew he was no match for Ye Qiu. Now that Ye Qiu had appeared, it was clear that the Rakshasa Sect Leader stood little chance of survival.

"That useless scum! A whole realm above him and still lost—a damned mythic realm for nothing!" Wei Ziqing cursed, fear gripping his heart. Ye Qiu’s appearance sent chills down his spine, for it meant his fate now hung in the balance of life and death.

But fate seldom bent to his will. The blackened Ye Qiu had surpassed boundaries to slay the Rakshasa Sect Leader, and now he was coming to finish him off.

"Die!"

Ye Qiu uttered a single word and instantly struck with the Kusanagi Sword.

Wei Ziqing shouted, "Ye Qiu! I renounce the Dragon Group! I’ll leave! Spare my life, won’t you?"

Wei Ziqing begged for mercy, for Ye Qiu before him was too terrifying—icy cold, with detached eyes that sent shivers down his spine.

He couldn’t even defeat the Rakshasa Sect Leader, let alone the Ye Qiu before him now.

When they first moved against the Rakshasa Sect Leader, Wei Ziqing had fought him directly but discovered he couldn’t even harm him. In the end, if not for proposing to unite against Ye Qiu, he would have perished at the Rakshasa Sect Leader’s hands then and there.

But now, Wei Ziqing could not escape his fated end. Ye Qiu slashed mercilessly once more.

Wei Ziqing dodged quickly, evading the strike, though his body still suffered a blow. Luckily, the strike didn’t hit his vital parts.

"Ye Qiu, spare me! I promise I won’t oppose you anymore! Killing me benefits you nothing. You’ll even provoke my master’s wrath! My master is a reclusive expert. If you’re wise, you’ll spare me today, or you’ll meet a fate worse than death,"

Wei Ziqing pleaded while invoking his master to intimidate Ye Qiu, hoping to survive.

Unfortunately, Wei Ziqing miscalculated. Ye Qiu, hearing mention of his master, showed no hesitation—he unleashed a monumental arc of sword qi, slicing off Wei Ziqing’s legs.

"Ah!" Wei Ziqing screamed aloud, staring in disbelief at his severed legs. His eyes burned red with fury. Ye Qiu showed no restraint—he was determined to kill him.

Wei Ziqing was instantly crippled. Even if he survived, he would barely be a functioning martial artist again. He lacked the Rakshasa Sect Leader’s methods to reattach severed limbs from others to himself.

As Wei Ziqing wailed in agony, knowing there was no escape, he resorted to cursing and screaming.

Ultimately, Ye Qiu silenced him with a sword strike, cleaving him clean through the mouth. The forest fell silent once more.

Hiss!

Blood splattered everywhere. After slaying Wei Ziqing, Ye Qiu carried his lifeless body back to the battlefield where he had fought the Rakshasa Sect Leader.

Placing the two corpses together, Ye Qiu gazed at them for a while before becoming eerily quiet himself.

Sitting on the beacon tower, the blackened markings on his face gradually faded, retreating bit by bit until Ye Qiu returned to a normal state. Yet, there was no joy in him despite having defeated the Rakshasa Sect Leader and Wei Ziqing.

On the contrary, Ye Qiu fell into silence, his brows knitting tightly together.