Supernatural Insight Eyes

Another one?

The black-robed man was clearly taken aback. How did this Saint get in? Had he been hiding all along?

But why is he only appearing now?

The black-robed man was puzzled.

The Saint’s avatar attacked, adopting the same combat style as before, showing no regard for life, exchanging blow for blow.

Facing such a vile tactic, the black-robed man was both angry and helpless. He couldn’t understand why the Saint’s avatar was so determined to fight for Ye Qiu without any complaints, not even flinching from pain.

The injuries on the black-robed man increased. Even though he was a Saint, he couldn’t withstand the tactics of the Saint’s avatar.

To end the battle early and minimize his injuries, the black-robed man once again attacked with all his strength, wanting to eliminate the Saint’s avatar.

After expending great effort, the black-robed man successfully destroyed the second Saint’s avatar.

However, when he saw a third Saint’s avatar appear beside Ye Qiu, the black-robed man realized there was a problem.

Though Ye Qiu was a Divine Grade Alchemist, there shouldn’t be so many Saint dead servants by his side.

As the black-robed man engaged with the third Saint’s avatar, he observed and indeed found issues with the Saint’s avatars.

When the Saint’s avatar attacked, it remained silent, even when injured, as if it had lost consciousness.

"Father, he is a Saint Weapon!" At this moment, Wan’er, who was watching the battle, suddenly shouted, causing the black-robed man’s body to tremble and his expression to change instantly. How could he have forgotten this?

A Saint Weapon is precisely a dead servant unafraid of death, pain, or uttering a word, indistinguishable from the Saint’s avatar before him.

"You actually know how to refine Saint Weapons!" The black-robed man’s eyes shone brightly; Ye Qiu’s ability to use Saint Weapons shocked him deeply.

Because the method of crafting Saint Weapons has always been a technique of the Black Fiend sect. This was the first time he’d seen an outsider using such a method.

Using the body of a dead Saint as a weapon is the hallmark of the Black Fiend sect. Although using a Saint as a weapon violates morality and is scorned, the power of a Saint Weapon is formidable. Any strong person’s body can become a Saint Weapon, and it’s this evil and powerful technique that has allowed the Black Fiend sect to exist until now.

Now, the black-robed man discovers that Ye Qiu also knows this technique, and the fact that the Black Fiend sect doesn’t even know about this is a terrifying matter.

"Looks like I have no choice but to kill you." The black-robed man’s intent to kill Ye Qiu intensified tenfold. Previously, he considered keeping Ye Qiu for his own use, given that Ye Qiu was a Divine Grade Alchemist, but now that Ye Qiu knew the Black Fiend sect’s secret technique, it could never be passed on, otherwise, it would endanger the sect.

Therefore, Ye Qiu must die, only then can nothing happen.

Actually, Ye Qiu’s method of controlling the Saint’s avatar surpasses the Black Fiend sect’s Saint Weapon control. He uses a technique of splitting his soul into the corpse to control the Saint Weapon, akin to creating an avatar.

The Black Fiend sect’s method, however, is different, using a special secret technique to control the Saint Weapon.

There is a fundamental difference between the two.

However, the black-robed man didn’t know this; he believed that this method of controlling Saint Weapons couldn’t be spread.

The black-robed man ignored his injuries and launched an attack, heading towards Ye Qiu.

The Saint’s avatar stood in the way, persistently blocking the black-robed man.

"Let’s see how many Saint Weapons you have. When I’ve destroyed him, it’s your death." The black-robed man decided to first deal with the Saint’s avatar. With his strength, just like dealing with the previous two Saint’s avatars, it only took a little more effort.

The black-robed man’s killing intent was firm, and his strength formidable. The third Saint’s avatar couldn’t hold on for long, shattering into pieces after a thousand moves.

Ye Qiu’s heart was shaken. In terms of combat skills, he was no match for a Saint. Even with mutual injury, he couldn’t inflict serious harm on the black-robed man.

Fortunately, the black-robed man did not immediately crush the head, allowing the part of Ye Qiu’s soul to return.

All three Saint’s avatars had been shattered by the black-robed man. With no Saint’s body in his storage bag to use against the black-robed man, Ye Qiu had to rely on himself.

"No more Saint Weapons? And your curse power is running out," the black-robed man said, watching Ye Qiu with a smile.

If there were more Saint Weapons, Ye Qiu would have used them by now. The situation seemed to have returned to the start.

But this time, the black-robed man wouldn’t give Ye Qiu any chance to live. He sensed Ye Qiu’s threat, and even if Ye Qiu was a Divine Grade Alchemist, he needed to be eliminated.

As the black-robed man slowly approached, Ye Qiu gripped the Bahuang Sword.

Wan’er watched this scene. She wanted to see this guy who dared call her a bitch die by her father’s hand.

"Ye Qiu, it seems you’re headed to hell first. Rest assured, in thanks for bringing Ge Tian’s legacy, I’ll soon be sending that foolish woman down to see you."

"That woman is still infatuated with you, hahaha..." Wan’er couldn’t help but laugh wildly.

At that moment, Ye Qiu attacked first. He charged at the black-robed man, shooting out the Bahuang Sword.

"Slash!"

The sword spirit within the Bahuang Sword had long awakened, following Ye Qiu’s command, it executed an aerial slash, releasing astonishing Sword Qi.

"Futile effort!"

In response, the black-robed man grabbed with both hands, directly facing the Sword Qi. The massive Sword Qi was actually caught in his hands.

Ye Qiu’s fingers sketched in the air, causing the Bahuang Sword to autonomously attack again.

Ye Qiu himself glanced coldly at Wan’er who was watching with a frosty gaze, then stomped a foot, charging straight towards her.

Wan’er had been sneering, expecting to see Ye Qiu’s blood spill, but in an instant, Ye Qiu was running towards her, even ignoring the Bahuang Sword.

Wan’er instantly realized Ye Qiu intended to capture her to threaten her father.

"Hmph, with Father’s shadow here, you can’t get near me." She had crushed the jade token before, leaving the Saint’s shadow always by her side, undispersed, to prevent such a situation. Wan’er believed the Saint’s shadow could hold Ye Qiu at bay for a while, until her father came to rescue her.

Facing the Saint’s shadow, Ye Qiu laughed coldly. He remembered when back on Earth, at his realm back then, he could obliterate a Saint’s shadow. Even now, though the Saint’s shadow was stronger by multiples, he remained unafraid.

Wan’er was confident the Saint’s shadow only needed to block Ye Qiu for a couple of breaths, and her father would surely be by her side.

"Your assumption may fall short." Wan’er said calmly, her heart unflustered.

But when Wan’er saw the Saint’s shadow about to act, it was suddenly covered by a large bell. Immediately after, Ye Qiu appeared in front of her.

"The... Imperial... Bell..." Wan’er recognized the bell covering the Saint’s shadow; it was unmistakably Ge Tian’s most prized treasure.

"Miss Wan’er, are you disappointed?" Ye Qiu stood before Wan’er, and without giving her a chance to resist, faced with Ye Qiu, who had gained Saintly power after his dark transformation, Wan’er’s resistance was futile.

Grabbing Wan’er, Ye Qiu felt no compassion at this moment. This woman couldn’t wait for him to be killed.

"Old man, your daughter is in my hands, do you still want to kill me?"

The black-robed man had long noticed Ye Qiu trying to use Wan’er to leverage him, but the sword spirit of the Bahuang Sword entangled him, leaving him unable to get away.

However, with Wan’er in Ye Qiu’s grasp, the black-robed man bound the Bahuang Sword in his hands.

"Release her, and I’ll return your sword," the black-robed man said.

"Fine, but you must first throw the Bahuang Sword to me." Ye Qiu thought for a moment and then said.

The black-robed man directly threw the Bahuang Sword to Ye Qiu, who smiled and then pushed Wan’er towards him.

Wan’er was pushed towards the black-robed man, instantaneously caught by him. He was just about to attack Ye Qiu when he saw Ye Qiu smiling at him. In front of Ye Qiu, there was a round white light gate.

A withered hand had already reached out, following closely behind as Ye Qiu pushed Wan’er away.

"This is..." The black-robed man widened his eyes in shock as he saw the withered hand, his heart leaping with fear, realizing the danger, he turned to flee.

Suddenly, his expression froze as a strong surge of soul power instantly enveloped him, causing his movements to slow. By the time the black-robed man repelled the soul attack, it was too late. The withered hand had already reached him, piercing into his body.

A miniature version of the black-robed man was pulled out by the withered hand, struggling in the air. This was the black-robed man’s soul, but faced with the grip of the withered hand, he couldn’t escape. As it approached the light gate, it was finally absorbed in with a swoosh, disappearing.

And thus, the black-robed man is dead!