Supernatural Insight Eyes-Chapter 1789 - 1790: Two Trump Cards!

The saint’s killing intent locked onto him, and Ye Qiu couldn’t tell if his heart was filled with sorrow or joy.

Instead, there was an unprecedented tranquility.

"All the preparations have failed..." Ye Qiu murmured in his heart. Facing a saint, his means were simply insufficient to confront the opponent. Whether it was the path of formation or martial arts, neither could pose a huge threat to the Thousand Illusion Sage.

Ye Qiu felt an emptiness that made his mind wander for a moment.

Until the cold killing intent of the Thousand Illusion Sage abruptly awakened him, Ye Qiu suddenly realized that his current situation had reached the most critical moment.

"I can’t die like this!"

"I haven’t avenged them yet!"

A voice in Ye Qiu’s heart told him that he was not allowed to die now. He must live on to kill the saint who destroyed the ancient land. Without avenging his deep-seated hatred, how could he face those women?

"No, I can’t die." Ye Qiu murmured to himself, with a desire for survival in his eyes. What if the opponent was a saint? He had to live, even if he was as insignificant as an ant in the opponent’s eyes, he would not miss any chance to survive.

The Thousand Illusion Sage approached.

He moved with light and gentle steps, with ripples of light beneath his feet, as if he were taking lotus steps, like a deity.

Ye Qiu watched this scene. Despite the seemingly hundred-meter distance, the Thousand Illusion Sage shrank the ground, crossing the distance in a flash, appearing before him with a cold smile, then raised the Bahuang Sword in hand, intending to kill Ye Qiu with Ye Qiu’s own sword.

The blade of the Bahuang Sword trembled, and the Sword Spirit couldn’t control itself, letting out a wail.

The sword tip quivered with reluctance, unwilling to use its sharpness to harm Ye Qiu, yet it had no choice.

Swish.

The Bahuang Sword descended with an unparalleled, fierce momentum, cutting through the air before pushing horizontally to cut Ye Qiu in half.

The saint’s sword boasted immense power. Indeed, the Bahuang Sword’s might was significantly stronger in his hand. Even though he wasn’t the true master of the Bahuang Sword, he could still utilize part of its power with his martial arts realm.

If the Bahuang Sword truly belonged to the Thousand Illusion Sage, it would be even more terrifying. Regardless, the Thousand Illusion Sage was quite satisfied with the sword in his hand.

"Dying by your own sword must be unsettling... But, so what..." The Thousand Illusion Sage disregarded whether Ye Qiu was willing, intending to claim Ye Qiu’s life with this sword.

The simplicity of this stroke was unmatched, plain yet overwhelmingly powerful, surpassing all of Ye Qiu’s previous sword techniques.

Currently, the Bahuang Sword was suffused with the saint’s aura, brimming with the power of a saint.

Death was approaching. This was one of the rare close encounters Ye Qiu had with death, apart from facing the saint previously, and now.

The Thousand Illusion Sage swung the sword, assuming a superior demeanor, watching with a cold smile as Ye Qiu’s body separated and blood splattered across the sky under his sword.

Slash...

The blade sliced through Ye Qiu’s clothes, scraping past blood and flesh, with blood splattering out.

Ye Qiu didn’t look at the injuries on his body. His gaze was exceptionally calm. At the moment of his injury, he acted. A white light floated out from his dantian, rapidly expanding.

"Six Paths Gate... God-Ghost Bind!"

Ye Qiu suddenly raised his head, uttering these words to the Thousand Illusion Sage, who startled upon hearing them. Only when the expanding light transformed into a large gate did the Thousand Illusion Sage reveal a look of surprise, sensing something dangerous about this strange gate.

Ye Qiu, at the expense of his own blood, bargained for a chance to approach the Thousand Illusion Sage up close, directly playing his few remaining cards — the Six Paths Gate.

The Thousand Illusion Sage stared at the Six Paths Gate, suddenly seeing a withered hand reach out, grabbing towards him directly.

"Ghostly creature..."

The Thousand Illusion Sage sensed that this withered hand’s aura was peculiar, not something from the human realm, brimming with an ominous energy.

Swish.

The withered hand could extend infinitely. Despite having only one arm, it was ominous enough, prompting the Thousand Illusion Sage to slash with the Bahuang Sword. However, the sword had no effect on the withered hand.

Feeling a moment of distraction, the Thousand Illusion Sage continuously dodged, evading the grasp of the withered hand.

Ye Qiu’s gaze flickered with astonishment in his heart. In the past, when facing opponents, he would pull their souls from their bodies into the Six Paths Gate upon using it. This was the first time it didn’t succeed.

Ye Qiu understood it might be due to his martial arts realm being too low, or due to the Thousand Illusion Sage’s high martial realm, as a saint, making it difficult to capture his soul.

This can’t go on. The time the Six Paths Gate can appear is limited. If this trump card fails, turning the tables would be nearly impossible.

Ye Qiu had to ensure that the Six Paths Gate restrained the Thousand Illusion Sage’s soul.

Immediately, Ye Qiu gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, "It’s all or nothing!"

A golden light shot out from within, rushing towards the Thousand Illusion Sage as soon as it appeared.

The Thousand Illusion Sage was evading the withered hand, suddenly sensing a dazzling aura before his eyes. Looking closely, it was a soul body with Ye Qiu’s appearance attacking.

At this moment, Ye Qiu was employing his imposing soul body, his only remaining trump card. Deploying his soul body was in the hope of cooperating with the Six Paths Gate to kill the Thousand Illusion Sage.

If he failed, Ye Qiu would truly be unable to rise again.

The imposing soul body shone with golden light, clad in an intangible armor of laws, with a serious expression, its little face radiating killing intent.

The soul body’s attack targeted not the flesh but the soul.

The sudden appearance of the imposing soul body startled the Thousand Illusion Sage, especially seeing the soul body still bearing Ye Qiu’s appearance, leaving him puzzled how Ye Qiu’s soul power could be so strong. Was this the kind of soul a martial artist in the Realm of Return should possess?

However, the Thousand Illusion Sage didn’t lose his composure. He was a saint, a true saint, even if nearing the end of his life, he was still a saint.

"Miscalculating, do you think you can harm me with soul power? Truly ignorant and foolish." The Thousand Illusion Sage scoffed at Ye Qiu, who used soul power as an attack method.

He immediately gathered a mass of energy, directly blasting it towards the imposing soul body.

The imposing soul body, charging forward, collided with this attack immediately.

"Soul power is the most fragile. While others protect it, you use it against foes, seemingly aware of your dire situation, pushing for a desperate fight." The Thousand Illusion Sage commented indifferently, focusing on his attack in hopes of seeing Ye Qiu’s soul damaged.

Boom.

Instead of witnessing the imposing soul body shatter, the Thousand Illusion Sage saw it pass through his attack, appearing in front of him in a blink.

How could this be!

The Thousand Illusion Sage was shocked, revealing such surprise for the first time despite his saintly composure. He hadn’t anticipated Ye Qiu’s soul to be so formidable. It had withstood the attack of a saint without shattering, something even saints in the same realm might not achieve.

Unaware, the Thousand Illusion Sage didn’t realize Ye Qiu’s soul body differed greatly from others.

The imposing soul body donned intangible rule armor, gathered by the power of faith, comparable to the armor on a saint’s soul.

With such armor, the soul body was immune to physical attacks, able to ignore any physical assault.