Supernatural Insight Eyes-Chapter 921 - 0 The Last Ace! (First Update)

The blade pierced through the old man’s heart with absolute precision. Instantly, the old man snapped awake and saw clearly that the person before him was not Wei Ziqing. Without hesitation, he swung his palm and sent Ye Qiu flying.

Ye Qiu was thrown backward, yet despite taking the hit, a hint of a smile emerged on his face.

Just now, he had used the Illusionary Eye to make the old man mistake him for Wei Ziqing, allowing him to land the strike successfully. He was becoming more adept at wielding this illusion technique.

"Your spiritual power is so strong that it can create hallucinations? That’s impossible..." The old man didn’t pay much attention to his wound; rather, he was shocked by Ye Qiu’s ability to trap him in a hallucination earlier.

Ye Qiu didn’t bother explaining. If his opponent wanted to think so, let him. It conveniently provided a plausible explanation for the effects of the Illusionary Eye. In the future, he could simply attribute it to his powerful spiritual strength.

Still, the old man’s words left an impression on Ye Qiu. Spiritual power could create illusions—this insight gave him a new direction for enhancing his spiritual attacks.

"Don’t underestimate someone at the Legendary Realm. Being in the same realm doesn’t dictate the outcome," Ye Qiu said, mocking the old man with a faint sneer.

"You’re already half-dead after I pierced your heart with a sword. Do you still think you hold dominion over life and death?"

The old man touched his chest and glared at Ye Qiu, saying, "Half a life is more than enough to kill you!"

A faint white glow radiated from the old man’s hand, and his wound started healing rapidly. The sight sent a chill down Ye Qiu’s spine.

The old man was truly repairing his heart. This wasn’t a technique from the Mythic Realm—it belonged to an even higher level.

Among the onlookers, the elders of the Wang and Xu families realized just how formidable Wei Ziqing’s master truly was. Even in the Mythic Realm, having one’s heart pierced would be fatal. But this old man was capable of healing his injuries on the spot, and they could feel the rapid regeneration of his wound.

"Is this the power beyond the Mythic Realm?"

Even with grievous injuries, one could recover swiftly. Many onlookers wore envious expressions.

Ye Qiu felt a pang of regret. If he had known, he would have gone for decapitation instead. There was no way the old man could survive having his head separated from his body. That would truly be divine or demonic.

But there was no use regretting now. The old man was already more cautious, making it harder for Ye Qiu to deploy the Illusionary Eye again.

Ssssss...

A white mist rose from the old man’s chest. He gently smoothed over his chest, and the bloodstains evaporated. As the crowd watched, the skin beneath the torn garment—once pierced—was now perfectly intact.

"Tsk tsk... Is this still a human? Such a severe wound, and he healed it himself?" Many people clicked their tongues in amazement. Even seasoned martial artists in the arena couldn’t help but marvel at the phenomenon; this skill had surpassed their understanding. freewёbnoνel.com

Ye Qiu felt the icy chill in the old man’s gaze once again, and his guard went up. Suddenly, the old man made his move.

The air vibrated at a high frequency as the old man vanished, only to reappear and deliver a punch to Ye Qiu’s chest. If Ye Qiu had pierced his heart with a sword, he intended to make Ye Qiu taste the agony of an attack on the heart.

But when his fist connected with Ye Qiu’s chest, the old man found that it felt like striking iron, not mortal flesh.

He withdrew after the strike, his eyes fixed on Ye Qiu’s chest. Ye Qiu brushed the dust off his clothes and commented, "Is that all the strength you have? You think you can harm me with that?"

Taking two steps forward, Ye Qiu added, "It seems you’ve spent all your energy healing your injuries. Even your attacks seem weaker—as if aging has caught up with you."

Ye Qiu deliberately taunted him, and the old man ground his teeth, wishing he could devour Ye Qiu alive.

The Yata Mirror lay hidden under Ye Qiu’s chest, shielding him. The old man’s punch landed squarely on it, naturally dissipating the force and even bouncing it back.

However, Ye Qiu had no intention of revealing the mirror. Let the old man keep guessing instead.

"Hmph! Nothing can stop the fists I use to kill!" The old man launched another attack. His figure moved so fast it was imperceptible, his strike hitting Ye Qiu again.

This Yata Mirror, snatched from the Rakshasa Sect Leader, had unparalleled defensive strength. Ye Qiu steadfastly used his chest to absorb the old man’s attacks. Though he was repeatedly sent flying, he remained unharmed.

The old man found the situation increasingly vexing. His successive strikes failed to make any impact on Ye Qiu, who seemed like an indestructible cockroach with an absurdly tenacious life force.

With his immense power, there was nothing he couldn’t break. But the old man hadn’t anticipated the existence of an artifact like the Yata Mirror, capable of nullifying all attacks.

Refusing to give up, the old man abandoned his focus on Ye Qiu’s chest and targeted him all over.

Instantly, Ye Qiu accumulated several new injuries. While not fatal, their sheer quantity put him at a disadvantage as the old man repeatedly struck those wounds to deepen and worsen them.

For the first time, Ye Qiu felt this old man was utterly shameless, resorting to such devious methods. But he couldn’t evade and had no choice but to endure passively.

The Yata Mirror could only shield a limited area of his body. Even with an indestructible physique, it wasn’t indomitable against such relentless attacks.

Thinking of countermeasures, Ye Qiu wondered if it was time to use the Illusionary Eye again to finish the fight swiftly—this time leaving no chance for recovery and going straight for decapitation.

Ye Qiu’s eyes began to radiate a sharp brilliance. The old man’s heart tightened. This was the same state as before when he had mistaken Ye Qiu for his disciple Wei Ziqing, allowing Ye Qiu to injure him. Although the old man had already stepped into the threshold of a higher realm, he wouldn’t let himself get trapped so easily again. The moment he saw Ye Qiu’s glare, he immediately became alert.

He was aware that if he fell into an illusion again, Ye Qiu would undoubtedly kill him outright—and it wouldn’t merely be a strike through the heart.

"No way. I can’t let him do it again!"

Determined, the old man realized this path wouldn’t work. Ye Qiu’s spiritual power seemed to emanate from his eyes. As long as he avoided looking directly at them and fortified his mental defenses, he wouldn’t succumb again.

Thus, the old man suddenly closed his eyes and used his senses alone to locate and attack Ye Qiu.

This is bad!

Ye Qiu’s heart sank. The old man’s actions revealed he had figured something out. Now, with his eyes shut, Ye Qiu’s Illusionary Eye was useless!

Boom, boom, boom!

Fist energy pounded outward, blasting the area around Ye Qiu apart. Ye Qiu was struck repeatedly, unable to dodge, as his injuries worsened and his disadvantage became glaringly obvious.

Ye Qiu couldn’t afford to hold back anymore. At this point, he had no choice but to fight head-on.

If that’s how it is, Ye Qiu decided to execute his final move—the Twelve Tribulations Technique—to suppress the old man!

As the Twelve Tribulations Technique began to brew, the sky darkened once again.

The surrounding environment underwent a dramatic transformation: strong winds, gathering clouds, and crackling lightning...

All these changes were provoked by Ye Qiu alone.

Sensing the latent air of danger, the old man abruptly ceased his movements, standing ten meters away with a pensive expression as he glanced up at the sky.

"What kind of technique is this?"