Chapter 1375: Chapter 1375: Undefeated! There’s never been a time when the Saint Heir of Taiyi was calculated by others; no one ever dared to plot against him. When the Saint Heir of Taiyi makes a move, it’s not terrifying like thunder, nor does it have an astonishing aura. Without making a sound, he is already close to Ye Qiu and Beast God as though he were air. The two exchange a glance, understanding each other. They had once teamed up against Ji Batian and have some tacit understanding. Immediately, Ye Qiu takes the left, Beast God takes the right; the two launch a pincer attack. Ye Qiu’s figure flashes, seeming to leap through the air, elusive to the eye. The Saint Heir of Taiyi’s eyes like electricity, divine light cold and sharp, with a swift grab towards the void, although Ye Qiu’s figure is nowhere visible. Others can’t understand it, but Ye Qiu, facing the Saint Heir directly, is shocked in his heart, unexpectedly the Saint Heir managed to discern his proximity pattern with that grab, breaking his next move at once. The Saint Heir’s palm waits for Ye Qiu to take the bait, but how could Ye Qiu play along? His body flickers into an illusion, horizontally stretching in the air. “Great Catching Technique!” The Saint Heir’s hand stirs the void, seeming to confound chaos, breaking free from nothingness. In the shadows, a chill runs down Ye Qiu’s back, as if targeted by some danger. Ye Qiu suddenly turns his head, spotting eagle claws in the sky, like a sky eagle hunting the sun. In reality, they are not eagle claws but the Saint Heir’s hand, aiming to restrain Ye Qiu with the Great Catching Technique, to immobilize him first. One step, two steps, three steps… The closer Ye Qiu gets to the Saint Heir, the stronger the feeling of inevitable capture. Within less than two meters apart, the Saint Heir shifts claws into palm, shouting: “Divine Dragon Entanglement.” This is one of the moves in the Great Catching Technique, Divine Dragon Entanglement, turning the palm into a dragon’s head, the arm into a dragon’s tail. Once close to the opponent, it entangles like a divine dragon demanding life, impossible to break free. The source of thɪs content is novel{f}ire.net Ye Qiu abruptly stops, the divine dragon slithering, instantaneously wraps around. Ye Qiu is bound, hearing the Saint Heir’s voice beside him: “So you’re just this after all.” Contempt, disappointment, or perhaps something expected. The Saint Heir’s words carry a complex taste, not expecting Ye Qiu to show no resistance at his first strike. “Mocking me?” Ye Qiu hums indifferently, while his palm suddenly gathers a surge of power. “You think you’ve truly caught me?” Ye Qiu sneers, his bound arm slowly raising, aiming at the Saint Heir’s body, unleashes a powerful burst of light. The fusion of seven forces in King Yan’s Wrath explodes instantly between the two. The Saint Heir’s brow tightens, retracts his hand swiftly, turning away, body flickering, evading the terrifying force of King Yan’s Wrath. Ye Qiu misses his strike, shouts loudly. The Saint Heir hesitates slightly, hasn’t steadied his footing completely when Beast God suddenly charges, opening its mouth with a crimson flame. “Just mere fire Rule Power, trying to harm me?” The Saint Heir dismisses Beast God’s attack, waves his hand trying to extinguish with water Rule Power. Suddenly, the Saint Heir’s expression changes. He finds the water Rule Power disappearing, while the flame grows bigger. How is this possible? The Saint Heir’s water Rule Power should not be unable to extinguish the opponent’s fire Rule Power. Soon, he realizes the truth isn’t as he thought. As the flame approaches, he recognizes this isn’t fire Rule Power but magma, even stronger than fire. “Not Rule but surpassing Rule. You’re not human!” The Saint Heir says to Beast God, knowing using magma to attack isn’t a human trait. Only special races can do this, combined with the shadow of a giant beast he saw while Beast God battled Donghua Holy Son, now understands the girl before him isn’t her true form but a disguise to deceive, her true form is a mythical beast. Beast God does not respond, instead continuously spits magma, burning the air into nothingness. Ye Qiu on the Saint Heir’s other side, using King Yan’s Wrath to assist Beast God, together they make the Saint Heir flustered, struggling to cope. Ye Qiu’s strength is unquestionable, having comprehended multiple Rule Powers, greatly enhancing his power. Moreover, he grew stronger by battling formidable opponents and has profound combat insight, frequently pressing King Yan’s Wrath upon the Saint Heir, causing great trouble. Beast God, as king of ancient beasts, though a young ruler, has ascended to the throne from death, joining forces with Ye Qiu, the Saint Heir is overwhelmed, albeit understandably. But this scene appears differently to others. The Saint Heir is the strongest among the ten Saint Heirs. Not to mention two indigenous people teamed up, even if a group did, they shouldn’t stand a chance against him. Yet the reality is contrary, with Ye Qiu and Beast God attacking from both sides, the Saint Heir hasn’t seized the upper hand and is gradually falling behind, an unimaginable thought to everyone. “This shouldn’t be happening!” Donghua Holy Son, heavily injured, wears a sunken face, isn’t the Saint Heir supposed to be invincible on the battlefield, eliminating the two at first hand? If the Saint Heir is held back, doesn’t it mean he’s in danger? Donghua Holy Son watches Luo Fu approaching, feeling anxious, knowing he lacks the strength to confront Luo Fu. First, he battled Beast God without gaining advantage, depleting most of his energy, then was unexpectedly attacked by Luo Fu, further draining him, knowing he’s likely to fall at Luo Fu’s hand. “In fact, the relationship between Donghua Mountain and your Posa Sect isn’t bad. We needn’t make things this way.” Donghua Holy Son suddenly speaks, forcing a smile. “Donghua Mountain?” Luo Fu sneers, “But to my knowledge, Donghua Mountain has no relation with Posa Sect.” “That’s in the past, previously none, doesn’t mean the future holds the same. If you would cease, I assure, back at the homeland, Donghua Mountain will be the first to support Posa Sect.” “Support? Posa Sect wishes to rise again, we don’t need your support; with enough strength, what does your support matter?” Luo Fu isn’t swayed by Donghua Holy Son. Eyes swirling, Donghua Holy Son offers: “Name your condition, what would it take for you to spare me?” “Beast pill,” Luo Fu says calmly. “You want my beast pill?” Naturally, Donghua Holy Son is unwilling. “If you don’t give it, I will take it. At your current strength, can you truly protect the beast pill on you?” Luo Fu counters. “If I give you the beast pill, I will lose the treasure, you’re dreaming of taking my last hope away.” Donghua Holy Son is determined, ready to resist to the death. Luo Fu smiles: “Then don’t blame me.”