The old monk met his end!
Ye Qiu gently relaxed his fist, as the dark flames gradually disappeared.
This old monk indeed was fierce, daring to exchange his life for an injury in his dying moments. Ye Qiu touched his chest, still feeling some pain.
The blood force vibrated intensely; the old monk had concentrated all his strength, nearly piercing through Ye Qiu's chest. Fortunately, he had defended in time, thus only sustaining a minor injury.
"Indeed, one must not underestimate any legendary Martial Artists. Those who've reached this stage, each one of them is resolute," Ye Qiu uttered with emotion, leaving behind the old monk's corpse as he slowly walked away.
The fallen monk had a hole pierced through his brow by Ye Qiu's finger, blood gushing out relentlessly.
His eyes wide open, he had not closed them even in death.
...
He was getting closer and closer to the base of Mount Fuji.
