“Humph, you want to fight me? You’re courting death.”

Chen Dong didn’t take Ye Qiu seriously at all.

In his eyes, although Ye Qiu had some skills, as the head of the Jiangzhou branch of the Shaman God Sect, how could he maintain his position without some real power?

Boom!

When Ye Qiu’s fist was only half a meter away from him, Chen Dong struck out with a punch.

“Bang!”

The two fists collided.

Chen Dong felt an immense force, like a tidal wave, coming from Ye Qiu’s fist, forcing him to retreat uncontrollably.

One step, two steps, three steps…

Ten steps!

Screech—

The sound of his shoes scraping against the ground was sharp and ear-piercing.

Chen Dong retreated ten steps before he could stabilize himself.

A metallic taste rose in his throat, as if something was about to be spat out.

That strike had injured his internal organs.

“To be so young and yet able to hurt me, not bad.”

Chen Dong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, then licked his bloodstained fingers, looking at Ye Qiu. “If this is all you’ve got and you think you can take my life, then I have four words for you—wishful thinking!”

“You’ll soon find out if it’s wishful thinking,” Ye Qiu said, walking towards Chen Dong with clenched fists.

Chen Dong remained silent, his eyes cold. Suddenly, his entire body emitted a series of cracking sounds.

Ye Qiu stopped and observed.

He noticed that every joint in Chen Dong’s body had become incredibly flexible, as if he had no bones.

What kind of martial art is this?

The thought flashed through Ye Qiu’s mind, but he quickly charged forward, aiming to eliminate Chen Dong as fast as possible.

Capture the leader first. Once Chen Dong was dead, the remaining disciples of the Shaman God Sect would be easy to deal with.

Boom!

Just as Ye Qiu reached Chen Dong and was about to throw a punch, Chen Dong’s fist came crashing down.

Ye Qiu was about to counter with his own punch when he suddenly noticed that Chen Dong’s fist had turned a dark purple.

He quickly withdrew his fist and retreated.

Ye Qiu didn’t dare to be careless. He remembered the Dragon King had warned him that the Shaman God Sect’s methods were mysterious and unpredictable. What if Chen Dong’s fist was poisoned?

Seeing Ye Qiu retreat, Chen Dong leaped into the air and kicked, his move as fierce as thunder.

Ye Qiu dodged again.

Chen Dong pressed forward, throwing another punch at Ye Qiu’s face.

Before the punch landed, Ye Qiu felt a sharp pain on his cheek and instinctively tilted his head to avoid the blow.

At that moment, a “smack” sound rang out, followed by a burning pain in his chest.

Ye Qiu was knocked back, stabilizing himself only when his back hit the wall. Looking down, he saw a palm print on his chest.

What happened?

Ye Qiu was puzzled. He had clearly dodged Chen Dong’s punch, so how had he been hit?

He glanced at Chen Dong’s right hand but saw nothing unusual.

So how had he been injured?

Just then, Chen Dong’s fist came at him again.

Ye Qiu took a step back, dodging once more.

Chen Dong pursued, and Ye Qiu seized the opportunity to rush forward, aiming a punch at Chen Dong’s chin.

Chen Dong sidestepped, dodging Ye Qiu’s punch, and countered with a knife-hand strike aimed at Ye Qiu’s neck. Ye Qiu blocked it with an elbow strike, then saw Chen Dong’s right fist coming at his heart.

Ye Qiu quickly sidestepped, causing Chen Dong’s punch to miss. But then he saw something shocking: Chen Dong’s fist rotated 180 degrees at the wrist, defying human anatomy, and struck his chest with a “bang.”

Thud, thud, thud!

Ye Qiu retreated several steps, feeling a surge of blood in his chest, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Qiu was utterly shocked.

What kind of martial art was this?

How could it be so terrifying?

Normally, when throwing a punch, the force travels from the arm to the wrist and then to the fist.

But just now, Chen Dong’s arm and wrist hadn’t moved at all. The power had come entirely from his fist, which rotated freely as if it were detached from his wrist.

It was simply…

Monstrous!

Because a normal person’s fist could never rotate like a ball on the wrist, but Chen Dong’s could!

For a moment, Ye Qiu’s expression turned grave. He thought to himself, this guy becoming the head of the Jiangzhou branch of the Shaman God Sect is no small feat.

“Do you realize how ridiculous you looked just now? With such little skill, you think you can take my life? If that’s not wishful thinking, what is?”

Chen Dong’s lips curled into a cold smile as he stepped closer to Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu glanced back and saw Zhao Yun locked in a fierce battle with two Shaman God Sect disciples.

At the entrance, two men with knives watched them like hawks.

With no way out, there was only one option left—fight!

Ye Qiu quickly made up his mind. His body shot forward like an arrow, charging at Chen Dong.

“Courting death,” Chen Dong sneered, stopping in his tracks.

By now, Ye Qiu had reached Chen Dong, launching an onslaught like a storm.

Boom!

Bang!

The two fought fiercely, neither gaining the upper hand.

…

At a residential building a hundred meters southwest of Gude Temple, a figure in green stood on the rooftop, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

Cao Yuan looked down at the events unfolding inside Gude Temple. After a while, he said calmly, “I gave him three days, but he found the culprit in just one day and even uncovered the Jiangzhou branch of the Shaman God Sect. That’s quite unexpected.”

“Is that all that surprises you? I found the culprit this morning. If you hadn’t stopped me, I would have wiped out this branch of the Shaman God Sect by now.”

A slightly cold voice spoke from behind Cao Yuan, though there was no one in sight.

“You’re one of the four Dragon Envoys of Dragon Gate, the Orient Loong God, and he’s just a small-time surgeon. How can you compare the two?”

“That kid is too dumb. If he had any brains, he wouldn’t have fallen into the Shaman God Sect’s trap.”

“He’s still young and doesn’t know much about the martial world. Making mistakes occasionally isn’t necessarily a bad thing for him,” Cao Yuan said with a smile.

“Do you have your eye on him?”

Cao Yuan avoided the question and asked, “I heard you went to the Northern Territory to fight Xiao Jiu?”

“Yes.”

“And you lost?”

“By half a move,” the cold voice said, somewhat unwillingly. “If I hadn’t heard you were ambushed and worried about your safety, I wouldn’t have lost to Xiao Jiu.”

“Really? Heh heh…”

“You don’t believe me?”

“Heh heh…”

“What do you mean by ‘heh heh’?”

“Nothing, just heh heh…”

The Orient Loong God cursed inwardly, damn it!

Just then, Cao Yuan’s eyes suddenly sharpened. “Ye Qiu is in trouble.”