Supernatural Insight Eyes

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To women, this word is akin to a weapon of immense destructive power; though intangible, it can pierce the human heart.

The answer Ye Qiu provided was indeed such a statement. Wan’er’s gaze turned cold: "You’ve been suspicious of me for a while. You didn’t really drink that cup of tea, did you?"

Seeing Ye Qiu without signs of weakness, Wan’er realized that Ye Qiu wiping away her tears was just an act, playing along with her.

"Indeed, I’m familiar with Tang Surou, but only as friends. You impersonated her flawlessly, yet too proactively, so I deduced you couldn’t be her."

"Where is the real Tang Surou?" Ye Qiu demanded, staring at Wan’er.

"I see, I was too eager, too hasty. What a pity." Wan’er didn’t show panic despite being exposed by Ye Qiu.

"Do you want to know where that foolish woman is? Haha..." Wan’er chuckled, her gaze turning even colder: "She’s nearly dying. Do you want to save her?"

Ye Qiu remained silent.

"You just need to stop resisting. I’ll let you see her." Wan’er sneered.

"I don’t want to raise my hand against a woman. Don’t force me to torture you for information." Ye Qiu replied.

Wan’er laughed again: "Ye Qiu, do you think I’d bring you here without certainty?"

Saying this, two maids who had been standing aside suddenly attacked Ye Qiu.

Hm?

Ye Qiu noticed the maids’ attack patterns were peculiar, feeling somewhat familiar.

However, he had no time to ponder. These two maids were not ordinary figures; their strength at the peak of the Dao Condensation Realm was slightly above his own martial arts level.

Ye Qiu delivered consecutive punches, each strike colliding with the maids.

Boom boom...

The entire courtyard was instantly swept as if by a whirlwind; stone tables and chairs flew aside, and the plants in the courtyard were uprooted.

The two maids didn’t expect Ye Qiu to be so formidable, capable of fighting them simultaneously.

Wan’er was equally shocked. Though these two women appeared as her maids, their strength surpassed even some large sect’s Saint Heirs.

Yet Ye Qiu held off both maids alone, a power surpassing some Saint Heirs.

The two maids twisted their bodies, once more carrying killing intent, this time attacking Ye Qiu from two directions.

Ye Qiu spread his arms wide, moving fluidly, his arms like fish meeting the maids head-on.

This was a Tai Chi move, capable of fighting two at once, even if more opponents came, he could handle them.

Given Ye Qiu’s profound Tai Chi knowledge, he could effortlessly counter two powerhouses at the same level.

The maids’ coordinated lethal moves were met by Ye Qiu’s Flowing Cloud Hand, nullifying their attacks multiple times; the maids failed to wound Ye Qiu while he gradually began countering.

Bang.

Ye Qiu’s counter was simple, mere physical collision. His body was tempered by the Heavenly Tribulation, its strength exceeding those at the same level. When Ye Qiu focused all power in his body and used it as a weapon, he became like a human hammer.

Swish.

Ye Qiu’s lifted foot cleaved down, like a sharp long blade, able to cut through any waterfall or vast land.

Boom.

The kick drove one maid into the ground, burying half her body.

"Ah!"

The maid, enraged, tried to rise, as Ye Qiu coldly snorted: "Get down."

He stomped again, directly on her head, sinking her further with only her head exposed.

The second maid tried to save her companion, but Ye Qiu, unfazed, calmly said: "You go down too."

Quickly, Ye Qiu slapped down, black light covering his palm. Though small, it carried a feeling of controlling the world.

Soon, the palm landed, the maid attempted to block but couldn’t resist Ye Qiu’s slam, forcing her into the earth.

In an instant, both maids were defeated by Ye Qiu.

Capable of killing Saints; if placed in the hands of two equally ranked Martial Artists, wouldn’t it be laughable? Ye Qiu never believed he would lose, maintaining an invincible aura against those of equal rank.

Anyone who dares block him will be swept aside.

"You brat, how dare you treat us this way!"

The two maids released their heads, spat insults at Ye Qiu, unable to accept his overwhelming them.

Especially someone as young as Ye Qiu.

"Noisy!"

Ye Qiu directly kicked each one, their heads exploding like watermelons, souls unable to escape, vanishing along with Ye Qiu’s attack.

Now, both were completely dead, the battlefield reeking of blood.

After dealing with the maids, Ye Qiu’s gaze returned to Wan’er. He said nothing, merely smiled at her.

Having swiftly killed two late-stage peak Dao Condensation Realm warriors, a few drops of blood splattered on Ye Qiu’s face; his smile gave Wan’er chills.

She regretted not being better prepared; on Earth, in the ancestral land, many powerful ones had fallen to Ye Qiu—how could she have been careless?

Wan’er quickly crushed a Jade Pendant within her sleeve, retreating continuously, saying to Ye Qiu: "Ye Qiu, I admit your strength, but if you kill me, you’ll never see that foolish woman."

"You’re threatening me?" Ye Qiu calmly replied.

"She’s in my hands. Release me and I’ll let you see her, agreed?" Wan’er offered a seemingly decent bargain.

"Heh, do you think I would agree?" Ye Qiu suddenly laughed: "Trying to buy time, having someone rescue you—you think I can’t notice?"

Wan’er hesitated, did Ye Qiu see through her actions?

Wan’er didn’t know Ye Qiu was probing her; what Ye Qiu didn’t expect was Wan’er really trying to stall—since he figured it out, how could she give him chances?

Ye Qiu advanced toward Wan’er, slowly speaking: "If I capture you, even if you don’t talk, I can find her. I can search your soul!"

Then Ye Qiu reached out his hand.

"Dare!"

A thunderous sound roared in the courtyard, causing Ye Qiu to pause.

A figure cloaked in black appeared on the battlefield.