The Most Generous Master Ever

"Is this the true power of the Nine Leaf Grass Sword Technique?"

At that moment, the sword energy in the world suddenly rose and condensed in the void.

Time?

Space?

No… Not only did the time restriction that Ao Han was proud of not restrict Ye Qiu's sword energy, but it also made him even more excited.

"As expected of the Nine-leaf Grass which was a supreme technique that has existed since ancient times. Even an ancient demon god would not be able to handle such a shocking murderous aura."

"How terrifying! That Nine Nethers Ao is known as the ruler of time and space. However, who knows that that invincible being once defeated him in his domain?"

"He left the brightest mark in that era of blooming flowers."

"The Grass Sword Sword Technique is a one-way trip. How arrogant is that?"

At that moment, everyone seemed to have seen the shocking sword strike from thousands of years ago. The wind blew and the grass rustled, killing from ten thousand miles away! All the vegetation in the surroundings moved, and a murderous sword energy appeared.

At this moment, everyone was focused on the white-robed man in the taboo, looking forward to his crazy slash.

On the other hand, the arrogance in Ao Han's heart was completely stimulated at this moment. Facing the pressure of that shocking sword intent, he was not to be outdone and roared angrily.

"I… will never lose! I will personally take back the honor that once belonged to us.

"Time Cage, lock!"

An angry roar sounded. At that moment, Ao Han had used all his strength. The trident in his hand emitted a dazzling light.

At that moment, the entire world seemed to have stopped. It was completely locked under the domain of time and space.

That was the Nine Nethers Ao's supreme divine power, the cage of time and space. Back then, he had relied on this heaven-defying technique to enter the ranks of the Ten Fiends. Because of this technique, his Dao heart was severed by the Nine-Leaf Grass, and all his pride was severed. From then on, he fell into the cycle of reincarnation and disappeared.

This was a battle of fate. The battle between the two had already reached the final juncture.

Ao Han went all out to snatch back the honor that should have belonged to his clan. As the only successor of the Nine-Leaf Grass, Ye Qiu would continue to maintain the undefeated legend of the Nine-Leaf Grass.

'"Come on! Instant Youth! Slash!"

The blood in his body was constantly boiling. Ye Qiu could already feel that the blood in his entire body was burning.

At that moment, he was like a god who had descended to the mortal world and created an invincible legend.

The world trembled as if a line had been cut open.

The sixth strike! Instant Youth. It was said to have cut through an era, that incomparably familiar sword.

Under everyone's gaze, the terrifying sword energy instantly slashed out, as if it had cut through the shackles of time.

With a bang, the time cage was forcefully cut apart by this sword.

"No!"

Ao Han could not believe it. Even after so many years, they were still defeated. The nightmare that had once destroyed his pride seemed to have become the nightmare of this moment. It was still the scene from ten thousand years ago. The Nine Nethers Ao was defeated by the sword of the Nine-Leaf Grass.

Ao Han was also defeated by Ye Qiu's sword.

"Pfft…"

This nightmare had become a knot that he could not get rid of. The pride in his heart had been completely destroyed, and his faith was starting to collapse.

Could it be that the Nine-Leaf Grass was destined to be their nemesis?

Instant Youth seemed to have cut through all the grudges from ancient times and cut off the past. It would rather not be an immortal than to return to the mortal world.

Looking at that white back, everyone's hearts were stirred, as if they were seeing that invincible expert's peerless appearance again.

Ye Qiu's back was facing everyone as the sword descended. At that moment, he seemed to understand the various mentality of his predecessors.

That invincible demeanor seemed to be right in front of him, unable to be erased.

"Phew…"

Ye Qiu couldn't help but feel sorry for the depressed Ao Han.

The Nine Nethers Ao's precious technique was definitely not weak. The reason why he lost was not because he was not skilled. This was because the Cursive Sword Art was the nemesis of time and space.

Perhaps back then, when the Nine-Leaf Grass created the Cursive Sword, it had an invincible demeanor.

Therefore, he almost did not leave any way out for every strike. That was an extreme desire to attack. The stronger the enemy, the more violent the sword technique. It drank the blood of the enemy and sacrificed the sword in his hand!

This was the true meaning of the Cursive Sword.

The sixth strike, Instant Youth, was used. Ye Qiu gradually felt that he lacked strength and blood.

Ye Qiu had already exhausted all his strength to defeat Ao Han with the Dao of Blood technique without using the Immortal Slayer.

Fortunately, after cultivating the Dao of Blood to the late-stage, its terrifying recovery ability gradually began to show. The blood-colored Dao Flower that gradually rose in his body would become Ye Qiu's endless source of power.

As long as the flower did not wither, his power would be endless.

Ao Han had lost!

He could not accept this fact. Similarly, the surrounding opponents could not accept this fact.

"No… How could Ao Han lose so completely?"

Someone questioned and felt puzzled for him. He could not believe what he had seen.

At this moment, there was only reverence in the eyes of many people. Ye Qiu had defeated Ao Han, which meant that his strength had already entered the top ranks of the younger generation.

He was one of the best of his generation.

In the beginning, many people felt that Ye Qiu had been avoiding Feng Lingyue's pursuit and thought that he was nothing much.

From the looks of it, that didn't seem to be the case.

As they turned around, a gust of wind suddenly blew past while everyone was still in shock.

When they looked over again, Ye Qiu had already arrived beside Ao Han and whispered, "You lost…"

"Pfft…"

Like the last straw that crushed a camel, Ao Han spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Ye Qiu with an extremely dispirited gaze. He was filled with unwillingness as he looked at this opponent who he once looked down on but ruthlessly destroyed his pride.

Seeing his dispirited appearance, Ye Qiu didn't directly take his life. Instead, he took his trident and watched him half-kneel on the ground.

He said, "According to the rules, these treasures of yours are mine!"

Ao Han's eyes were red. He looked at Ye Qiu in confusion and said, "You're not going to kill me?"

He couldn't figure out why Ye Qiu didn't kill him and only took his treasures. Could it be that in his eyes, he wasn't even qualified to become a soul under his sword?

There seemed to be nothing more humiliating than this in the world, let alone to an invincible young man.

How proud was he? How could he withstand such humiliation?