Many people are looking up at the sky, where an astonishing clash is taking place.

The powerful aura instills fear in everyone below.

The few small lords below have experienced the prowess of Fu She, whose power became terrifyingly formidable, ten times scarier than before, after entering the Saint Realm.

Yet, Ye Qiu has been fiercely battling Fu She for so long with the strength of the Gui Xu Realm, which no one expected.

Gui Xu Realm against Saint Realm!

The small lords are all shocked. Is this a cross-realm battle?

Though cross-realm battles are neither common nor rare, most occur in the early stages of martial arts, and the examples of winning are more frequent. Once the power reaches a certain level, especially at the level of Gui Xu Realm or Saint Realm, cross-realm battles become extraordinarily difficult.

Only those extremely extraordinary individuals can achieve it, but since ancient times, such incredibly talented individuals have been incredibly rare, like mythical creatures.

However, upon seeing Ye Qiu and Fu She’s clash, the small lords below couldn’t help but think of those extraordinary individuals.

Only such words can describe Ye Qiu’s might.

Gui Xu Realm standing equally against Saint Realm, this is simply defying the heavens.

Ye Qiu didn’t intend to use the power of Formation, so the battlefield shifted to the sky. Otherwise, with the Formation, even Chi Hu could be trapped, let alone Fu She, who has just ascended to Saint Realm.

In the sky, the flesh on Ye Qiu’s palm burst open—a result of his collision with Fu She. After all, Fu She is Saint-level—his physical body and power both exceed Ye Qiu’s.

Despite this, Ye Qiu hasn’t used his dark transformation against Fu She; he just uses the peak strength of late Gui Xu Realm in their physical confrontation.

This led to slight injuries on his hands.

It’s not severe, and Ye Qiu doesn’t care. On the contrary, his eyes reflect excitement.

Although Fu She has only recently entered the Saint Realm, Ye Qiu is surprised that he’s much stronger than Chi Hu’s son.

If Chi Hu’s son were to fight Fu She, Ye Qiu would bet that Fu She would certainly stand victorious.

Because Fu She’s tactics are cunning and ruthless, like his name suggests, a snake lurking in darkness, ready to deliver a fatal strike.

Ye Qiu chooses not to repair the injuries on his fists. Rather than spending energy to heal wounds, he opts to use it for combat.

Fu She suddenly rushes from afar, like a bolt of lightning.

Ye Qiu squints his eyes, vaguely perceiving Fu She’s zigzagging approach. Suddenly, a fist appears at his shoulder; Ye Qiu crouches low, making Fu She’s attack miss, but at this moment, Fu She is like sticky candy, swiftly kicking a leg, resembling a whirlwind.

Bam.

When the leg sweeps in, Ye Qiu leaps up, flips in the air, sticking to Fu She’s back.

Fu She, as if having eyes on his back, unexpectedly pauses, and a foot strikes again, like an inverted gold hook.

Bam.

This time, Ye Qiu collides directly with him, as Fu She’s power slightly surpasses his own, forcing Ye Qiu to retreat, yet he remains uninjured.

This clash ended in a draw.

Hiss...

Witnessing the result, the small lords below gasp. From the start to now, over a thousand moves have been exchanged, all in close combat—the purest display of strength—and both are evenly matched.

Unlike others, Taishan knows how formidable Ye Qiu is. He believed Ye Qiu would use Formation, but unexpectedly, it’s this blow-to-blow close combat. He’s confident Ye Qiu wouldn’t lose, and the current engagement has an obvious purpose.

He can tell that Ye Qiu regards Fu She as he does Chi Hu, using him as a grindstone to hone his martial skills.

"I am in the same realm as Master, but I couldn’t challenge him for ten moves; I have much to improve." Taishan carefully observes the battle, noting how inferior he is compared to Ye Qiu.

Taishan’s strength lies in his ability to learn; whether taught by Ye Qiu or through self-exploration, he is relentlessly diligent—a quality earning him new insights even when unable to partake in the aerial fight.

Fu She remains expressionless, seemingly calm, yet an unusual sentiment stirs within.

Ye Qiu’s strength has greatly exceeded his expectations. He never imagined that after entering the Saint Realm, he would be unable to surpass someone in the Gui Xu Realm.

Before encountering Ye Qiu, Fu She wouldn’t have believed such a thing possible; now, he can’t ignore it.

For the facts are undeniable.

While Ye Qiu’s power is at the Gui Xu Realm, his combat skills are on the level of the Saints, lacking primarily in Saint-class power.

Fu She even considers that if Ye Qiu steps into the Saint Realm, his might would be fearsome, and chances of defeat upon first encounter would be high.

Such foresight from Fu She indicates how potentially terrifying Ye Qiu is in his eyes.

"It seems I must use my killing blow now." The more Fu She regards Ye Qiu, the stronger his resolve to kill arises; for if Ye Qiu survives, he faces inevitable death in the future.

Suddenly, Fu She abandons his human form and transforms into his true self. The emergence of his true form is truly awe-inspiring.

A huge black snake levitates; it lacks feet but boasts a small sharp protrusion on its head, akin to a horn.

This change occurred as Fu She advanced to the Saint Realm—this finger-length horn begins to emit a chilling glow.

A shiver runs through Ye Qiu, especially as his gaze falls on the horn, evoking goosebumps.

He’s aware that Fu She intends to unleash a killing blow; otherwise, he wouldn’t have revealed his true form.

The strongest attack of a Saint can be resisted—Ye Qiu knows this well. Yet, he intends not to gamble casually with his life unless absolutely necessary.

Since the opponent is deploying their ultimate attack, Ye Qiu would be a fool to take it lightly.

Silently, the dark patterns on Ye Qiu’s body reappear.

Meanwhile, Fu She is brewing a grand attack, with the horn on his head erupting with lightning-like energy. Though the horn is small now, it will gradually grow and become extraordinary alongside Fu She’s increasing strength, representing his foundation and future most powerful assault.

Unexpectedly, this attack wasn’t used against previous competitors for the Great Lord position; yet now, it’s aimed at a mere human.

However, given Ye Qiu’s extraordinary nature, it’s not wasted.

"Thunder God’s Horn, prepare to die!"

Fu She charges directly at Ye Qiu, the horn atop his head shooting lightning straight at Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu, with his head bowed, raises it just as the lightning is about to strike him.

Fu She’s face freezes.

Their skyward duel fades into a blur as a figure seems to gesture as if pulling a tooth, followed by a thunderous slam.

Fu She’s true form crashes into the ground.

He is dead!

Instantly, the earth below falls silent as a grave.