Chapter 1376: Chapter 1376: Serious! Second Update Donghua Holy Son stumbled and crawled backward, Luo Fu’s attack was a blatant humiliation to him. “Damn it, if I survive to return to the ancestral land, I will definitely retaliate against your Posa Sect,” Donghua Holy Son said angrily. Luo Fu tilted his head: “In that case, I’m afraid I can’t let you live.” Donghua Holy Son’s heart tightened; he nearly forgot that saying this would only anger his opponent, which was disadvantageous to him. However, he had already spoken harshly; with so many people watching, should he continue to lower his dignity just to survive? To be honest, with his status as Donghua Holy Son, he really couldn’t swallow that pride. Yet soon, Donghua Holy Son was even more miserable, caught in mid-air by Luo Fu and continually battered. Luo Fu’s attacks were non-fatal, aimed at humiliation. Latest content published on novel·fiɾe·net Donghua Holy Son fell to the ground, Luo Fu came over, crouched in front of him, and grabbed the beast pill bag from his waist, weighing it—there were a good few hundred. The beast pills were in hand. Luo Fu sent a message to Ye Qiu, informing him that the objective was achieved, then looked at Donghua Holy Son, hesitating whether to finish off this third holy son. Not far away, Ye Qiu, fighting with Taiyi Holy Son, was delighted to hear Luo Fu had succeeded and then transmitted a message to the Beast God not to entangle further with Taiyi Holy Son. “Leaving now?” The Beast God still wanted to engage more with Taiyi Holy Son and was somewhat reluctant to leave upon hearing it. For the Beast God, battling such a strong opponent as Taiyi Holy Son was beneficial for improving his strength. It was a golden opportunity. “There is plenty of time; when competing for the treasure, determining the victor won’t be too late,” said Ye Qiu. “Little Ye Zi, this guy’s strength isn’t low; if we leave now, and we can’t join forces then, wouldn’t it be worse? Taking this opportunity to try to eliminate him is the proper approach,” the Beast God transmitted. Ye Qiu was tempted; thinking deeper, it did make sense—even if they left now, once they ascended higher on Tai Mountain, Taiyi Holy Son would surely appear again. At that time, they would inevitably have to fight again. If they could eliminate Taiyi Holy Son now, then the chance for the treasure’s ownership would greatly increase; after all, removing the strongest would leave the others insufficient to worry about. After pondering for a moment, Ye Qiu decided to join forces to kill Taiyi Holy Son. Hearing Ye Qiu’s transmission, Luo Fu showed a surprised look, “Killing Taiyi Holy Son here?” After thinking for a moment, Luo Fu decided to help the two, joining forces against Taiyi Holy Son, striving for a quick battle. Shooting a cold glance at Donghua Holy Son, he spared his life and said indifferently, “I spare your life today.” Luo Fu quickly joined Ye Qiu and the Beast God’s battlefield, and Donghua Holy Son, seeing this, breathed a sigh of relief; he had just slowed his breathing because he knew his life and death were in Luo Fu’s hands, and luckily he survived. Donghua Holy Son didn’t show any further killing intent, but in his heart, he had made up his mind to kill Luo Fu. Once he returned to the ancestral land, he would not spare the people of the Posa Sect. “Not killing me, you’ll regret it,” Donghua Holy Son laughed inwardly. On the other side of the battlefield, with Luo Fu’s joining, Taiyi Holy Son faced even greater pressure, having to fend off attacks from three people simultaneously. Luo Fu’s strength was not weak at all and, with Ye Qiu and the Beast God, could indeed be called a strong alliance. The four-person battle grew increasingly fierce; Taiyi Holy Son, facing attacks from the three, was evidently overwhelmed at times, receiving several hits. Yet Taiyi Holy Son’s aura did not decrease but instead grew stronger and stronger. Ye Qiu, seizing the moment when the Beast God and Luo Fu tightly entangled Taiyi Holy Son, increased the Seven-Colored Yan Wang’s Wrath by one color, transforming it into the Eight-Colored Yan Wang’s Wrath. It was said that all of Ye Qiu’s Rule Power was fused into one. Taiyi Holy Son, adapting to the situation, felt like he was battling two powerful holy sons against the Beast God and Luo Fu. The opponents were strong, and the stronger the opponent, the more excited Taiyi Holy Son became. He was the type who grew stronger against strong opponents; not many could force him to use his full strength, but against these two, he now had a premonition that he could fight with all his might. The Beast God and Luo Fu exchanged a glance, combined for one powerful strike, then suddenly separated. Taiyi Holy Son punched to break their combined attack, causing air vibrations, and just when he thought the Beast God and Luo Fu would attack again, he discovered they had retreated to the side. As Taiyi Holy Son was puzzled, his eyes suddenly narrowed, realizing that Ye Qiu’s attack was coming. “Just you?” Taiyi Holy Son never took Ye Qiu seriously; even the combined attack of the Beast God and Luo Fu couldn’t faze him, let alone Ye Qiu alone. As Ye Qiu approached, Taiyi Holy Son’s expression suddenly changed. He saw in Ye Qiu’s right hand, there was a mass of surging power with colors revolving like a rainbow kneaded together into a sphere. He sensed a crisis from this sphere. Ye Qiu smiled faintly at Taiyi Holy Son, then flicked his finger, sending the mass of power abruptly forward. “Eight-Colored Yan Wang’s Wrath!” The Yan Wang’s Wrath trailed a fiery tail, like a fire dragon, assaulting Taiyi Holy Son. The Beast God watched the power of the Yan Wang’s Wrath, like an apocalyptic meteor; it too sensed the eight types of Rule Power within the Yan Wang’s Wrath, and when turning to look at Ye Qiu, a sense of expectation grew in its eyes, who would have thought Ye Qiu could comprehend and fuse eight types of Rule Power. It was eagerly anticipating how far Ye Qiu’s martial path could go in the future. Nine types of Rule Power were getting closer and closer; the Beast God recalled when Ye Qiu spoke of integrating nine types of Rule Power to forge his own martial path, and now he was inching closer, just one short of achieving it. The Eight-Colored Yan Wang’s Wrath exploded spectacularly in front of Taiyi Holy Son, unleashing its immense power. This world-destroying might caused everyone to look at Ye Qiu as if they were seeing a monster. Especially those enforcers and holy sons, all gulped because they couldn’t imagine such an attack coming from a native. However, compared to everyone else, Ye Qiu and the others were more concerned with the life or death of Taiyi Holy Son under the Eight-Colored Yan Wang’s Wrath. The ground suddenly trembled, and within the smoke and dust, a figure emerged. He wasn’t dead, only a strand of hair was disheveled, adding to his imposing manner. “Ye Qiu…” Taiyi Holy Son, for the first time, uttered Ye Qiu’s name; before, he always called him a native. Ye Qiu frowned; Taiyi Holy Son faced the Eight-Colored Yan Wang’s Wrath unscathed, which made his mood heavy. More so now, he felt Taiyi Holy Son seemed changed, as if this was his true self. “All along, I’ve treated this treasure contention as a game because I felt no one could be my opponent, but today I’ve changed my mind. Because of you, I find this game becoming interesting,” “Ye Qiu, you know, you’ve successfully piqued my interest,” Taiyi Holy Son suddenly laughed heartily.