Chapter 1337: Chapter 1337: Remnants! Third Watch The object in his hand felt icy cold, like a piece of ice, hidden within his palm. A golden glow emitted from it, appearing just like a piece of gold. However, Ye Qiu knew that this was not gold at all; it was a part of a weapon, judging by its sharpness, resembling the tip of a sword, a short fragment. Is this what these people are after? Ye Qiu’s gaze lingered on the golden object for a moment before he shifted his eyes forward upon hearing the other party’s words. “Hand over what you have.” A reprimanding voice came through. Ye Qiu furrowed his brows slightly. “What are you looking at, kid? I advise you to be sensible. This is something the Saint Heir has specifically asked for. If you hand it over, you might get a reward. If you don’t, and you insist on learning from this native old fool, you’ll be making an enemy of the Saint Heir.” The young man who spoke had a sharp-featured, monkey-like face and was quite unattractive, but his mouth was eloquent. Seeing Ye Qiu remain silent, seemingly assuming Ye Qiu was unaware of the reputation of the Saint Heir, he continued arrogantly, “The Saint Heir is the foremost among the ten saints, an outstanding figure among the younger generation. If you willingly hand over what you have, perhaps the Saint Heir will meet with you, favor you, and if you face difficulties in the future, the Saint Heir will assist you.” “The Saint Heir is destined to be the supreme being illuminating the heavens, an opportunity rarely comes in a lifetime. If you miss it, it will never come again.” Having said so much, he felt he had made the stakes quite clear, thinking Ye Qiu should understand. At this time, just before Ye Qiu could speak, someone beside him said in a daze, “I say, brother, this guy looks somewhat familiar, doesn’t he resemble the number one person on Earth, Ye Qiu?” “The number one, Ye Qiu? Him? You must be mistaken; that guy should have been captured by Elder Mu by now,” the young man immediately denied. In his heart, Elder Mu’s strength was unmatched, and with Elder Mu pursuing Ye Qiu, there was no way Ye Qiu could have escaped, appearing here unscathed, it seemed like a joke; he was a thousand times unbelieving. The person beside continued, “But I really think he resembles him.” “Impossible,” the young man asserted, then turned his words, “Alright, I’m done talking to you, hand it over or not, just one word. I don’t care if you are the number one Ye Qiu or not.” Ye Qiu glanced at this person, feeling amused by his boastful demeanor, even bringing up the Saint Heir to suppress him. “What kind of expression is that? Are you mocking me?” The young man saw Ye Qiu’s faint smile, seemingly underestimating him and even unwilling to answer him. “Heh, what if I am mocking you? Didn’t you say I was just a trivial unworthy opponent who could be crushed with one hand? I’m quite eager to see that,” Ye Qiu said, smiling serenely as he eyed the young man. Ye Qiu’s words instantly changed the face of the young man who had been skeptical about whether the person before him was indeed the number one Ye Qiu. He realized he might have made a mistake, that this was truly Ye Qiu. But how could he be here? Elder Mu would never let him go. The young man couldn’t fathom how Ye Qiu had escaped from Elder Mu’s grip. “What? Afraid to make a move?” Ye Qiu said indifferently. The young man stood there stunned, unable to decide whether to attack or not. Meanwhile, an elder standing not far behind broke into a broad smile and came over, his tone familiar, “Master Ye, it’s fortunate you showed up. Please help us find justice.” Ye Qiu glanced at the elder, thinking he looked familiar but could not recall who he was, though he was sure this elder was indeed someone from the martial world. Ye Qiu was like a lifeline for the elder, who knew his luck had turned upon seeing Ye Qiu, as these alien powers would not succeed. Looking at the golden object in Ye Qiu’s hand, the elder considered retrieving it but hesitated, feeling apprehensive as it was in Ye Qiu’s possession. Ye Qiu ignored the elder; now that this item was in his hand, he would not easily hand it over. “Come with me,” Ye Qiu said to the elder, as the opposing side stayed silent for a moment without action. He indicated for the elder to follow him out. The elder immediately followed along, about to walk off with Ye Qiu, when suddenly the young man spoke, “Hold it.” Ye Qiu slowly stopped and turned his head. “Leave the object, and you may go, you can even take that old fool with you,” the young man said. Ye Qiu chuckled, “What if I don’t?” “Don’t?” the young man pondered for a few seconds, suddenly boasting wildly, “If you won’t, then I’ll beat you until you do.” The young man charged forward instantly, moving as quickly as lightning. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel~fire~net Though not as strong as a saint, he was among the top ranks of sealers. Ye Qiu maintained a smile as the young man attacked. The elder was alarmed, retreating several steps because the young man unleashed a vicious Piercing Heart Hand, wearing something like gloves of unknown material, but capable of defying weapons, able to crush blades and snap swords. If this pierced Ye Qiu, it would spell certain doom. “Watch out,” the elder opened his mouth to warn Ye Qiu, who simply stood there watching without taking action. “Die,” the young man came at him wearing white gloves. His figure loomed larger and larger in Ye Qiu’s eyes. Ten inches! Five inches! Three inches! One inch! Just as his hand was about to touch Ye Qiu’s chest and pierce straight through, suddenly a palm caught the young man’s wrist, his hand unable to advance another inch. The young man’s face contorted with exertion into a twisted mass, but no matter how hard he tried, it was useless. He couldn’t breach Ye Qiu’s grasp. “Do you think with your mere self you can overpower all Earth’s warriors with one hand? You aren’t qualified,” Ye Qiu said calmly. The words were like a slap to the young man’s face, his earlier boasts exposed by Ye Qiu in public, leaving him feeling a burning shame. Ye Qiu gently removed the young man’s arm from in front of his chest, then flung him dozens of meters away, landing on a distant peak of Weapon Mountain. Everyone else looked over, and Ye Qiu glanced at them saying, “Care to try? Come on then.” None of the remaining dared to move; Ye Qiu’s words were powerful and after waiting a moment, since no one moved forward, Ye Qiu turned to leave again. After Ye Qiu and the elder had left for good, the young man, who had been thrown out so easily by Ye Qiu, finally regained consciousness. Hearing that Ye Qiu had left, he clenched his fists, feeling endless humiliation. “Even if I’m no match for you, I’ll use the Saint Heir’s hand against you, Ye Qiu, just you wait and see,” the young man swore viciously, gritting his teeth, causing those around him to shiver involuntarily.