Inside the grand formation. Ye Qiu opened two auxiliary coffins, and with a flash of light, two figures jumped out, scanned their surroundings, and then all focused on Ye Qiu. "Who are you? How dare you bring us here!" The two recognized that this was not the bottom of the lake; rather, they had been moved elsewhere. "You should recognize this person." Ye Qiu tossed the body of the man who wanted to take over his villa on Wangyue Peak before them. Immediately, their expressions changed. "You actually killed him!" Both of them emitted killing intent, glaring coldly at Ye Qiu. "Do you know what the consequences are for offending our Mother Mountain Sect? You’re courting death." "Why waste words with him? It’s not yet the time for the Saint Heir to be born; we’ll handle this kid and then take care of everything, waiting for the Saint Heir to appear," said the other person. The two discussed briefly and surrounded Ye Qiu from front and back, forming an aura of killing intent. Ye Qiu was ready to practice his boxing on them, and without a second thought, he immediately struck. Within the grand formation, the battle raged on, Ye Qiu against two. Using his array of techniques at the level of a Martial King, he crushed them. These two were about as strong as the previous man, but Ye Qiu did not use a lethal move, as he intended to practice boxing. Once he felt they were sufficiently dealt with, Ye Qiu delivered a punch to each, killing them instantly. The punch powered by the Six Paths Reincarnation was extraordinary; as Ye Qiu applied it, he felt it could tear through the void, reaching the level of the Void Breaking Realm. This made Ye Qiu feel a little anticipation, as the Six Paths Reincarnation technique, truly created by Ge Tian, was coveted by many powerful beings in the universe. In terms of potency, it was terrifyingly unparalleled. After dealing with the two, Ye Qiu opened all seven other stone coffins, except for the one belonging to the Mother Mountain Saint Heir. Faced with seven at once. Seven formidable Martial King-level warriors; Ye Qiu’s fighting spirit surged, reminiscent of the pressure he faced with the three ancient tribes. After all, without relying on the power of blackening and various lethal moves, taking on seven Martial Kings while being just a Martial King himself was somewhat challenging. Ye Qiu’s plan was not to use his trump card unless absolutely necessary, so he engaged the seven with simple techniques, practicing not only the moves but also honing his Rule Power, allowing the conversion of five types of Rule Power at will. The presentation of the five types of Rule Power made the seven change their expressions; they didn’t expect this young man to master so much Rule Power. The seven immediately employed a technique of cooperative combat, hoping to kill Ye Qiu as soon as possible. Ye Qiu was injured several times, fighting without revealing his trump card, using the simplest and most ordinary techniques to take them down one by one. After spending half an hour, all seven Martial Kings perished under his fists. Ye Qiu’s chest heaved; killing eight Martial Kings in succession would surely shake the entire martial world if spread out. Still, Ye Qiu paid a certain price for it, covered in numerous scars. After resting briefly, he decided to open the stone coffin of the Mother Mountain Saint Heir to test the difference between himself and the Saint Heir. He originally insisted on not opening the stone coffin immediately, intending to use the Mother Mountain Saint Heir to enhance his strength. If he had opened it right then without ample preparation, they could have suffered losses, unlike now, where Ye Qiu had set up a grand formation. At worst, he could use the formation to teleport himself away, leaving the Mother Mountain Saint Heir stuck here. If this method worked, Ye Qiu wouldn’t mind capturing more Saint Heirs or Saint Daughters in the future to specially practice martial arts. Someone daring to use Saint Heirs and Saint Daughters for martial arts practice might only be Ye Qiu; this idea was crazy even within the vast universe, with few daring even to consider it. After all, Saint Heirs and Saint Daughters are prepared leaders of sects, destined to be in power, and they possess exceptional strength and talents, rarely matched. When the stone coffin of the Mother Mountain Saint Heir was opened, the Saint Heir slowly rose and quietly stepped out. His awakening surprised him somewhat, as the coffin was opened by someone else, breaking his slumber; typically, he should awaken on his own. "Did you wake me up early?" "Hmm? You even killed my people." "Not bad skills, but I’ve never seen anyone like you." The Mother Mountain Saint Heir looked at Ye Qiu with interest. Ye Qiu was slightly surprised; the Saint Heir was unexpectedly not furious or angry, almost as if the dead subordinates weren’t his. To maintain a smile in this situation implied this person was incredibly threatening. Ye Qiu feared these sorts of people the most. Ye Qiu felt oppression from the Mother Mountain Saint Heir; even with his Martial King-level strength, he felt short of breath, indicating the Saint Heir’s strength was formidable but not at the Void Breaking Realm, a fearsome level remembered from Ji Batian. It wasn’t merely simple oppression. "Surprised by my martial realm? Your skills are decent, even able to kill those useless people, but you’re only at the Martial King level. We’re a realm apart; how do you plan to fight me?" The Mother Mountain Saint Heir calmly and composedly seemed to dismiss Ye Qiu as a challenger. Imagine what the Mother Mountain Saint Heir is: the most powerful disciple within a sect, crafted with all the sect’s resources, incomparable to regular people. His opponents are other sects’ Saint Heirs and Saint Daughters, while ordinary geniuses or phenoms are nothing more than slightly outstanding martial artists before Saint Heirs. At this moment, Ye Qiu held such a status in the mind of the Mother Mountain Saint Heir. "You killed my people, and I should avenge them by killing you. But I decided to give you an opportunity; I admire your strength. Destroying so many loyal servants implies you have great potential and are nearly invincible at the same stage." "How about this? If you’re willing to follow me, acknowledge me as your master, I won’t pursue today’s matter further. Following me as a Saint Heir of the Mother Mountain is far more prosperous than your current situation." "Follow you? As your servant?" Ye Qiu smiled faintly. "Exactly, I, the Mother Mountain Saint Heir, typically don’t recruit people. Today, this is your chance. Becoming my subordinate, dedicating your life for me, when I shine upon the heavens, you will gain supreme glory, and I will teach you ultimate methods." The Saint Heir’s conditions were tempting. Being part of a major sect under his lead guaranteed many opportunities and treasures, though what the Saint Heir considered trivial, they were still quite good. With such a powerful ally, future disputes, even with formidable foes, could be resolved with the Mother Mountain Saint Heir’s intervention. Typically, ordinary martial artists across the cosmos would fight over being associated with the Saint Heir, but today, the Saint Heir confronted Ye Qiu, would he agree? The Saint Heir felt confident. Though his fame couldn’t compare with the absolute best Saint Heirs and Daughters, among many, his strength wasn’t to be underestimated, with few daring to fight him. Any sensible person would agree. Ye Qiu laughed heartily, then suddenly looked at the Saint Heir, saying casually, "To make me your servant, you’re not worthy. If you wish to acknowledge me as your master, I’ll consider accepting you."