Chapter 1415: Chapter 1415: Fist of the Self

Above the nine heavens, Ye Qiu and Taohua Daoist stood facing each other.

Ye Qiu had just used the fused Rule Power to transform into the Nine-Colored King Yan’s Wrath, but it didn’t harm Taohua Daoist.

The power of the Nine-Colored King Yan’s Wrath could no longer keep up with the enemy he faced. For now, he could only collide with Taohua Daoist using the power of the Six Paths; this was the only strength Ye Qiu had to battle him.

Taohua Daoist was much stronger than those Saint Heirs. Even the Taiyi Saint Heir might not be his match. Ye Qiu didn’t see him as a peer because, in every aspect, this guy was as adept as an old man who had lived for many years.

“It’s quite rare for a Martial Artist at the Human King Realm to fight me for this long. However, you are ultimately not my opponent. I don’t care if you are the world’s best or the owner of Wangyue Peak, in front of me, you can’t make any waves.”

Taohua Daoist’s voice rolled like thunder, causing the surrounding clouds to churn continuously as he spoke.

One must admit, Taohua Daoist was confident. Even if Ye Qiu was outstandingly talented, he was ultimately a mere Human King Realm martial artist with a vast chasm between them, multiple levels apart. From every angle, Taohua Daoist’s victory seemed most likely.

Ye Qiu held his face taut, facing Taohua Daoist, as if confronting Ji Batian of the past, and this was even more daunting than Ji Batian.

The strength of this intruder was beyond Ye Qiu’s expectations, but he wasn’t panicked, for he had cards he had yet to play.

Fight.

The fire of battle flickered in Ye Qiu’s eyes. This guy came to Wangyue Peak, heavily injured his brothers, and even had plans for his women. Had he not shown up in time, a tragedy might have been unavoidable.

Only by returning this tenfold could he ease the heart’s hatred, which was Ye Qiu’s promise to everyone.

It was still the fist, the power of Six Paths circulating the glow on his fist, but this time, the fist gave Taohua Daoist a faint sense of danger.

“Interesting.” Taohua Daoist smiled faintly, and then, his arm moved like a dragon, reaching forward to grasp Ye Qiu’s arm, intending to neutralize this punch.

Fist Intent!

Ye Qiu moved unhurriedly, facing Taohua Daoist’s arm; he lightly flicked, tilting his side to dodge it.

Taohua Daoist frowned slightly; with his Void Shattering Realm speed, Ye Qiu actually dodged it, “Has he incorporated himself into the Fist Intent?”

He discovered that Ye Qiu, though seemingly attacking him, was also practicing his fist, immersed in the Fist Intent, comprehending as he fought.

“Indeed a freak, daring to immerse himself in Fist Intent while fighting a powerhouse several realms higher than him, truly disregarding life and death.” Taohua Daoist was surprised by Ye Qiu’s audacity. If Ye Qiu became too absorbed in the Fist Intent, he wouldn’t be able to dodge the attacks, and on the other hand, Taohua Daoist could always break Ye Qiu’s comprehension of Fist Intent.

This kind of unprofitable venture made him somewhat unclear about Ye Qiu’s purpose.

Taohua Daoist naturally wouldn’t show mercy because of this, his arms sweeping like two dragons horizontally.

Ye Qiu created lotus flowers at his feet, gently taking a step, and his whole person flipped an arc in the air before landing again.

Swish.

Ye Qiu’s fist came very slowly, making Taohua Daoist pause in surprise, “Does he think with such fist speed he can hit me?”

Taohua Daoist laughed, directly flashing to Ye Qiu’s rear, and then frowned with a light hmm, because he discovered that the slow punch was still aimed at him.

Can’t avoid it?

Taohua Daoist was puzzled, flashing again but found the same result; he clearly saw Ye Qiu not changing direction, so why was his fist still aimed at him?

Splash.

The fist finally landed, Taohua Daoist specifically punched to block it, but with one punch he blew Ye Qiu apart.

Phantom!

It was then Taohua Daoist understood Ye Qiu’s punch was illusory, even his figure was an illusion.

At that moment, another swift fist shadow appeared at his chest, landing another punch without him noticing.

Thud thud thud…

Stepping back three steps in succession, Taohua Daoist was shocked, Ye Qiu was actually able to throw punches blending reality and illusion.

This level of comprehension was frightening.

“I underestimated Ge Tian’s homeland, didn’t expect a Ge Tian before, and now a prodigy like you.” Taohua Daoist realized Ye Qiu’s talent was extremely high, and this was just on Earth, a declining planet where martial arts had waned, creating a gap. Despite this, Ye Qiu was able to fight him at the Human King Realm for this long; this was an astounding fact.

If Ye Qiu were a Martial Artist from their ancestral land, wouldn’t he be able to crush him?

Thinking of this, Taohua Daoist felt instead Ye Qiu was somewhat dangerous; not presently, but his future held great danger.

“In that case, I’ll nip this prodigy in the bud, let you die in the cradle, never give you a chance to become the second Ge Tian.”

Taohua Daoist started getting serious.

The power that could rip the void began gathering up front, fortunately, it was above the nine heavens; otherwise, by this power alone, the surroundings would collapse.

The power was too strong, even making the rules change due to it.

“Die.”

Holding this power, Taohua Daoist thrust forward.

It surged rapidly towards Ye Qiu, who was still in the Fist Intent state, his punches varying in speed, one fierce, one illusory.

Truth and falsehood, reality and illusion, intertwined repeatedly.

Wow!

Ye Qiu’s heart illuminated suddenly, feeling smooth and a bright road unfolded before him.

“I did it.”

Ye Qiu’s face lightened up with joy, awakening from the Fist Intent state, suddenly sensing a dangerous aura, and saw an overwhelming force like a tidal wave rushing in.

Ye Qiu couldn’t care for the joy in his heart; immediately, he thrust both fists out, softly chanting, “Fist of Self, sweep away everything!”

Boom…

With a punch from Ye Qiu, the heavens and earth trembled; this punch actually resonated with the universe.

Tremendous power swept everything, Ye Qiu’s figure appeared small in front of it.

Yet before this power, Ye Qiu lightly delivered a punch, and the seemingly powerless fist shattered the vast energy surging through the nine heavens.

Bang bang bang.

The aftermath of power made the surrounding hundreds of meters, not a wisp of cloud was left, all vanished along with the aftershock.

Taohua Daoist’s expression congealed; he stared at Ye Qiu’s fist, his eyes full of astonishment, “What kind of fist technique is this?”

One punch obliterates all techniques.

This was Ye Qiu’s creation following the Eagle Snake Xuan Hand, a fist technique unique to himself, different from any past techniques; Ye Qiu dissected, tore apart, then reassembled all the cultivation techniques he’d learned into a new fist technique.

Ye Qiu named its first form ‘Fist of Self.’

The entire technique had already had a name in Ye Qiu’s heart: Six Paths Samsara Fist!