Supernatural Insight Eyes-Chapter 919 - 0 Invisible Sword! (Fourth Update)

No wonder this old man managed to train a disciple like Wei Ziqing. As a master himself, he was no saint; his methods were jaw-droppingly ruthless and venomously cruel.

Ye Qiu had been deliberating earlier whether to unleash the power of blackened transformation. With his current strength, defeating the opponent was exceptionally difficult. Even with spiritual power as his ace up his sleeve, it might not guarantee effectiveness. Moreover, if his spiritual power were revealed and failed to produce results, it would become harder to use that same method to harm the opponent again.

Only by resorting to the blackened power could he stand a chance against his adversary. The disparity between them was simply too vast to bridge otherwise.

Upon hearing the old man’s threat to kill all the women associated with him, Ye Qiu could no longer worry about the consequences of tapping into the blackened power. In an instant, black patterns began spreading across half his face, his aura turning terrifyingly dark.

Legendary realm, mythical realm...

Suddenly, the aura of the young man before him surged to match his own. The old man was utterly shocked, especially by the oppressive air now emanating from Ye Qiu—it presented him with an undeniable sense of threat.

Ye Qiu’s eyes were swiftly enveloped by darkness. In an instant, his pupils turned pitch-black, radiating layers of cold-blooded killing intent that rapidly saturated the atmosphere.

The blackened power burned within his body, elevating Ye Qiu’s strength in an instant, allowing him to battle on equal ground in the mythical realm.

Boom!

Ye Qiu lunged at the old man like a flash of lightning. The old man felt something odd about Ye Qiu’s sudden surge in strength, particularly the discomforting nature of the blackened power.

"Hmph, let me capture you first and find out what’s going on." The old man thought it was crucial to understand the source of Ye Qiu’s sudden rise in power. If he could learn to harness it himself, wouldn’t that allow him to transcend the mythical realm and unleash strength far beyond?

This idea excited him far more than avenging his disciple.

Wei Ziqing’s master looked at Ye Qiu with newfound interest. Fixing his gaze ahead, he twisted his hands in calculated movements, the air seemingly warping under his manipulation. Suddenly, his eyes shifted, spotting Ye Qiu’s silhouette.

From the old man’s body surged an immense power, transforming into tendrils that interwove and spread around him. These energies quickly encircled Ye Qiu, immediately hindering his movements.

Before Ye Qiu could close the gap with the old man, he found himself blocked by the constrictive force.

Ye Qiu’s eyes flashed with a sudden sharp light. He raised his hand and struck!

Swish!

The Kusanagi Sword sliced through the intangible forces with precision, cleaving them entirely and setting Ye Qiu free.

Without delay, Ye Qiu appeared before the old man, moving far faster than the old man had anticipated. The old man was startled—his countermeasure hadn’t been able to stall Ye Qiu for even a moment.

Ye Qiu swung the Kusanagi Sword without a word, aiming directly at the old man, his heart override by pure killing intent. The only goal in his mind was to destroy his opponent at all costs.

"You think killing me will be so easy?" The old man’s body trembled slightly, and the Sword Qi seemed to meet an invisible force, halted in its tracks. He then reached out and pinched the Sword Qi with his fingers, twisting mildly until it shattered into nothingness.

In his blackened state, Ye Qiu was beyond thought, driven by a singular determination: to obliterate the old man before him.

Without hesitation, Ye Qiu flipped the Kusanagi Sword in his hand and hurled it backward with rapid force.

Hmph!

The old man let out a light snort, sending a palpable tremor through everyone watching the battle. They had been utterly absorbed in the electrifying exchange, and the old man’s sudden snort snapped them back to reality.

"Such speed! Ye Qiu’s movement has drastically improved."

"Still, why does he seem so... off? His appearance is downright frightening."

The spectators had noticed Ye Qiu’s unusual state as well, though they couldn’t fathom the cause. Could the old man’s earlier words have triggered this enraged transformation in Ye Qiu?

The Wei and Xu clan elders observing the battle were deeply astonished. They sensed the shift more acutely than the average onlooker—Ye Qiu’s aura had surged from the Legendary realm to the mythical realm in an instant. What was the origin of those black pattern markings, and how did they contain such miracle-like power?

Both elders were curious about Ye Qiu’s blackened transformation. After all, it was something they had never seen before.

Caroline had already regained consciousness. To protect her from harm, Jin Yu hoisted Caroline onto his back and swiftly moved her to safety.

"Ye Qiu..." Watching Ye Qiu now, Caroline began to feel distant from him. This state he was in made Ye Qiu look like someone completely engulfed by killing intent. His eyes held no other trace of humanity, resembling a machine designed for slaughter.

The old man noticed Ye Qiu growing fiercer and more tenacious as the fight wore on, defying his expectations. He parried Ye Qiu’s blade strikes barehanded. Even with Ye Qiu’s blackened state and the unparalleled sharpness of the Kusanagi Sword, they failed to pose a significant threat to him.

"Let’s see how long you can maintain this form!" The old man remarked. Although he hadn’t yet managed to injure Ye Qiu, he remained confident that Ye Qiu’s transformation wouldn’t last indefinitely. Surely this was some kind of secret technique.

No one could sustain explosive power several times their base strength for too long. There had to be some price to pay for such amplification, the old man believed Ye Qiu was no exception. To that end, he avoided engaging directly and switched to a strategy of evasive battle, dodging Ye Qiu’s temporary ferocity.

Ye Qiu’s attacks were relentless, the Sword Qi intersecting in intricate arcs and slashing out repeatedly, leaving the surrounding spectators deeply shaken.

However, the Wei and Xu clan elders noticed an unsettling change in Ye Qiu. If the fight continued as it was, it seemed inevitable that Ye Qiu would perish at the hands of his opponent.

Neither elder had any intention of intervening. This duel had nothing to do with their respective clans. If one side emerged victorious, they might approach to build rapport afterward, but getting involved in the skirmish now would yield no benefit—not a deal either elder wished to make.

Gradually, Ye Qiu’s strength began to wane. The blackened power had rapidly overdrawn his inner reserves. In less than ten minutes, his strength was nearly depleted, while the old man remained perfectly unscathed and full of vigor.

The old man noticed the black markings fading from Ye Qiu’s face and his aura diminishing at an alarming rate. A smug grin played across his face—things were unraveling just as he’d predicted. Ye Qiu was about to be reduced to a helpless state.

Relaxing his guard, the old man mockingly remarked to Ye Qiu, "That power was impressive earlier, wasn’t it? Why don’t you keep using it? Is that all you’ve got? Are you spent now?"

Ye Qiu regained a flicker of clarity amidst his exhaustion. Hearing the old man’s taunts, his expression shifted subtly. He curled his finger in the air, and in a flash, the Kusanagi Sword lying on the distant ground flew back into his grasp.

Swish!

Unnoticed, a devastating strike targeted the old man from behind.

Just as the tip of the Kusanagi Sword grazed the old man’s clothing, he instantly registered the oncoming assault and spun around in a snap, barehandedly attempting to intercept blade-on-blade.

Clang!

The old man managed to grab the Kusanagi Sword with his hand, and its sharp edge sliced into his skin. In spite of the sting, he exclaimed in awe, "What an incredible sword!"

"It belongs to me now!"

The old man admired the exceptional craftsmanship and lethality of the sword—it was a weapon that felt tailor-made for him.

Ye Qiu, however, remained indifferent, as his next move was already unfolding invisibly.

The old man suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his mind, his body freezing up entirely!

Exhausted beyond all limits, Ye Qiu finally managed a faint smirk. "You stopped the physical sword, but you failed to anticipate my second—the formless blade! This sword is enough to end you!"