Chapter 1309: Chapter 1309: Luo Fu of the Posa Sect! (Third Update) The appearance of powerful figures like the Demon Lord Holy Son and the Turquoise Pool Saintess made many realize that the struggle for Ge Tian’s treasure would surely lead to rivers of blood! However, not all Saint Heirs have revealed themselves yet. Even if the Demon Lord Holy Son is powerful, he cannot face everyone on his own. Moreover, from the information previously released by the Demon Lord Holy Son, he seems to harbor hostility towards the indigenous prodigy Ye Qiu. Now that Ye Qiu is fighting someone in the sky, will the Demon Lord Holy Son make a move? One figure after another descended. These people were not Saint Heirs or Sealers but members of the Dragon Group. Under the leadership of Ye Zi, they all lined up uniformly, exuding a unique aura that drew some attention. The Dragon Group is considered the strongest combat force in China. The presence of many Dragon Group members here was the decision of a few elders from China. “It’s Leader Ye,” pointed out a Dragon Group member, looking up at the sky. Ye Zi stared at the figure in the sky. She held a short knife, her fingers flicking the handle, as if ready to strike at any moment. Yet, she did not draw her knife because she believed that Ye Qiu would not be defeated. Among the arriving Dragon Group members were people familiar to Ye Qiu, such as Mu Zhige, Lin Wurou, and others. Among the many Dragon Group members’ gazes, one appeared particularly cold—it was Ou Zifeng, who harbored an inexplicable enmity towards Ye Qiu. “Why have you not died yet?” Ou Zifeng cursed inwardly, staring at the figure in the sky. Googlᴇ search novel-fire.ɴet His hostility was unknown to anyone within the Dragon Group. Whenever Ye Zi looked over, he quickly put on a smile to cover it up. The arrival of the Dragon Group did not attract much attention from the Saint Heirs and Sealers. In their eyes, the Dragon Group was merely indigenous, no different from martial artists in the martial world, possibly even weaker. Apart from the two battling in the sky, the Demon Lord Holy Son and the Turquoise Pool Saintess remained the most eye-catching figures. Many Sealers nodded repeatedly, flattering them with a few words. Even several Saint Heirs were not overly arrogant in front of these two, lowering their attitudes to get acquainted. Soon, yet another figure appeared, causing many Sealers to exclaim. “The Donghua Holy Son is here too!” The Donghua Holy Son appeared, followed by two henchmen, and walked directly over upon seeing the Demon Lord Holy Son and the Turquoise Pool Saintess. “Is the Donghua Holy Son very formidable? He doesn’t seem to fear the Demon Lord Holy Son and the Turquoise Pool Saintess,” Jin Shanshun, seeing another newcomer attracting the surprised eyes of the highly proud Sealers, asked Qin Feng beside him. “Donghua Holy Son ranks third among the top ten Saint Heirs, just below the Demon Lord Holy Son. His power is naturally strong. Even if the Demon Lord wants to defeat him, it would take considerable effort. Currently, the stronger or weaker is hard to say,” Qin Feng explained. Only then did Jin Shanshun, Gai Yin, and Zijin Shu understand, realizing why many Sealers showed a respectful expression in their eyes, recognizing him as another great master. “It’s been so long since we last met, Demon Lord, Turquoise Pool.” Donghua Holy Son greeted. “It’s been over a thousand years, hahaha!” laughed the Demon Lord Holy Son. The Turquoise Pool Saintess nodded. All three were among the top ten Saint Heirs, and their strengths were comparable. In a life-and-death battle, the previous rankings might not even be accurate, so even someone as prominent as the Demon Lord showed a rare smile to Donghua Holy Son. This is because Donghua Holy Son is indeed powerful and cannot be ignored. The top five Saint Heirs were almost all gathered, a rare occurrence, and many Sealers were seeing these three powerhouses together for the first time. “Between the two fighting in the sky, who do you think will be the ultimate winner?” the Turquoise Pool Saintess first spoke. Looking at the Demon Lord Holy Son, the Donghua Holy Son waited for him to answer first. The Demon Lord Holy Son said, “The indigenous one will surely lose.” He naturally didn’t take a liking to Ye Qiu. When asked about the fight between Ye Qiu and the other, he chose the other instead of Ye Qiu. “What about you, Donghua Holy Son?” Turquoise Pool glanced over. “Since the Demon Lord has spoken, I trust the judgment of the Demon Lord Holy Son,” replied the Donghua Holy Son. “Do you both believe that the other guy will win?” The Turquoise Pool Saintess smiled slightly and then said, “What if Ye Qiu wins?” “This indigenous fellow is skilled, but the other one is not weak either, especially with a technique similar to one from a once-powerful sect in the ancestral land,” noted the Donghua Holy Son. “Indeed, I think this person should be a descendant of the Posa Sect; the technique he employs is the supreme method of the Posa Sect,” the Demon Lord Holy Son stated. “As expected of the Demon Lord Holy Son, I also thought of this hidden sect, but you mentioned it first,” the Donghua Holy Son said. “The Posa Sect was once a major sect, extremely powerful in the ancestral land. Turquoise Pool, do you think an indigenous person can defeat a disciple of such a major sect? Although I don’t know this person, his strength is such that ranking among the top ten Saint Heirs would be no problem,” the Demon Lord asserted. “But I still think he will win,” surprisingly, the Turquoise Pool Saintess still believed Ye Qiu would win. “Haha, Turquoise Pool, you might be disappointed,” the Demon Lord snorted. “Then let’s await the outcome,” the Turquoise Pool Saintess smiled. Previously, she wagered with the Beast God that Ye Qiu couldn’t defeat the Saint Heir of Luo, but Ye Qiu won, and she lost a treasure over it. The more she understood Ye Qiu, the more mysterious he seemed—not at all like an indigenous person. How terrifying a talent does it take for an indigenous to reach the Human King realm in his twenties? So today, she bet Ye Qiu would win, even if the opponent was a descendant of the Posa Sect. She believed that a miracle would occur with Ye Qiu. Ye Qiu and the young man separated. In a mere thirty breaths, they exchanged tens of thousands of moves. This was the first time since sparring fiercely with Ji Batian in the ancient lands that Ye Qiu felt he had a powerful opponent. It felt like meeting one’s match. The youth before him was strong, whether in martial arts experience or techniques, all executed proficiently, not a bit weaker than himself. After this battle, Ye Qiu felt much more comfortable. Currently, there were few who could spar with him and make him exert his full strength. Ye Qiu originally prepared for duels with the top among the top ten Saint Heirs to compel him to use his strength. Unexpectedly, this person before him had already forced him to exert considerable effort. While Ye Qiu was shocked, the youth was equally astonished. Luo Fu, being the sole heir of the Posa Sect, had remained concealed for over twenty years since the sect’s decline, only aiming to inherit the Posa Sect without competing with the Saint Heirs. Now emerging, he expected his opponents to be those Saint Heirs. Unexpectedly, right from the start, he encountered an earthling indigenous who was, unbelievably, stronger than a Saint Heir. For a moment, he felt an inability to defeat the opponent.