Island Nation.
The Warrior Creed was the largest superhuman organization in the Island Nation. It included members from all social classes, had a massive membership, and held immense power and influence throughout the entire nation.
Simultaneously, it was recognized alongside Xia’s Beidou, Western Europe’s Divine Church, and Africa’s Beast Alliance as one of the world’s four major organizations.
Its headquarters was located in Tokyo, one of the most coveted destinations for all superhumans in the Island Nation.
Today was the Warrior Creed’s recruitment day. The entrance was bustling with activity, as many young people were eager to try their luck.
A woman in her twenties, with exceptional looks, figure, and aura, walked straight up to the entrance. Ignoring the guards, she proceeded to walk directly inside.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing? If you want to join, get in line,” a guard shouted to stop her.
The woman acted as if she hadn’t heard him, stepping past the guard and continuing inside.
The guard was shocked, realizing that despite his D-grade strength, he couldn’t even manage to lay a hand on her.
“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!” Knowing a powerful individual had arrived, the guard quickly raised the alarm.
The young people queuing at the entrance curiously looked over, only to be stunned by the scene before them.
Sharp, chilling sword energies danced through the air. The katana wielded by the numerous warriors were all severed into several pieces. Those with lower cultivation levels were even killed on the spot.
All of this happened in an instant!
The warriors stared in terror at the woman approaching step by step. Her stunning figure was like Death itself emerging from hell. With each step forward, someone fell dead.
“You… who are you? How dare you attack our Warrior Creed?” a high-ranking C-grade warrior stammered, his voice trembling.
The woman’s face remained expressionless. “Where are your B-grades? Tell them to come out and face their death. I can’t be bothered wasting effort on small fry like you.”
As she finished speaking, spiritual energy surged within her core, accompanied by a sound like roaring waves, deafening to the ear.
And within those waves, seven snowy mountains stood tall, appearing even more majestic and magnificent amidst the crashing tides.
Suddenly, three figures leaped and bounded from a rooftop in the distance, heading this way. In a moment, they had arrived at the scene of the fight.
“Ye Qingyu!” all three exclaimed simultaneously.
Seeing the woman who had single-handedly thrown the entire Warrior Creed into chaos, the three halted their advance, their expressions turning slightly grim.
They stopped on a rooftop several dozen meters away from Ye Qingyu, positioning themselves in three different directions, ready to flee at any moment.
Led by an old man in black, they organized their thoughts. The old man then questioned Ye Qingyu in the gentlest tone he could muster, “May we ask what business President Ye has gracing us with her presence today?”
Ye Qingyu lightly raised her hand. The sword energies filling the sky suddenly ceased their rampant dance, coalescing into three powerful torrents that shot towards the three men. “I am here to seek justice for the slain souls of my Xia Nation.”
“Does your nation intend to declare war on us?”
The three men fled, each faster than the last, showing absolutely no intention of fighting her.
A smile tugged irresistibly at Ye Qingyu’s lips. Her right hand made a grasping motion in the air, and a straight sword materialized out of nowhere. “I represent only myself!”
As soon as the words left her mouth, a force like a raging tidal wave erupted from her sword, pouncing like a wild beast towards the direction the old man in black had fled.
“Archbishop Uesugi, save me!” Knowing he lacked the power to resist, the old man used every ounce of his strength to dodge and defend while screaming for help.
The sword energy swept through like a tsunami, but far more destructive. Large swathes of buildings were obliterated, and many low-level superhumans perished on the spot.
However, those caught in the attack were basically all superhumans. Ordinary people, who weren’t qualified to live in this area, were not caught up in it.
“Ye Qingyu, do you truly intend to tear apart all pretense of cordiality with us?” A voice, resonant like a great bell, rang out. The sword energy finally halted half a meter in front of the old man in black, exploding with a “Boom!” The old man instantly vomited blood profusely.
“Damn you! How dare you arbitrarily kill a high-ranking member of our Warrior Creed!”
*Clang!*
The clash of swords was also a duel of souls and wills.
A single move decided the outcome.
A burly man with stubble crashed down like a meteor, his feet sinking a foot into the ground. He barely managed to stay upright, propping himself up with great difficulty using his sword.
Following his gaze, Ye Qingyu stood holding her sword in her right hand. Only a few parts of her clothes were slightly torn, and a light sweat beaded her forehead. She appeared calm and unruffled.
“You are trying to provoke a war between our two nations!” the stubbled man panted heavily, the tiger mouth of his hand bleeding slightly, his grip on the sword unsteady.
“I am no longer the president of the Qingyu Association, nor am I a member of Beidou. I am merely a rogue cultivator now. What talk of provoking war is this? Are you trying to create trouble out of thin air and stir up conflict?”
For a long moment, no one dared to respond.
“Since you have no objections, I’ll take my leave.”
Just as she was about to turn and leave, an ignorant and overconfident warrior suddenly drew his sword and charged at her. But halfway through his charge, a cold light flashed. His upper torso flew forward a considerable distance, while his lower body had already collapsed to the ground.
“Overestimating your own ability.”
Ye Qingyu pushed off with her foot, her figure rapidly retreating into the distance. Only a cold, clear voice spread for miles around: “Those who dare invade my Great Xia, though distant, shall be punished!”
The old man in black she had killed was one of the masterminds behind the recent terrorist attacks dispatched into Xia territory.
She had been gone for less than three minutes when a short, lean, and powerfully built man flew in from the distance.
What met his eyes was a scene of utter devastation. Buildings were destroyed in large sections, and hundreds lay dead.
“Who did this?” The man suppressed the fury in his heart, asking the already injured Archbishop Uesugi.
Archbishop Uesugi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the fear in his eyes still not receded. “It was Ye Qingyu. That woman is simply too strong. She defeated me with just one strike.”
This man was Sato Ii, the true Archbishop of the Warrior Creed. Uesugi was the deputy.
His brows furrowed tightly, unable to hold back his curse. “Why are these people from Xia so vengeful? Yin Tianxi, Nangong Xuan, Ye Qingyu… do they all treat our Warrior Creed as their personal proving ground?!”
“Which way did she flee?”
Archbishop Uesugi pointed west.
Sato Ii shot skyward, vanishing from sight in an instant.
The flight capability unique to A-grade experts was truly terrifying.
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West Tokyo.
Ye Qingyu moved through the bustling streets, sometimes leaping between rooftops, other times weaving through alleyways.
A trace of blood stained the corner of her lips, left behind from her earlier confrontation with Archbishop Uesugi.
That sword strike might have seemed like she instantly defeated Archbishop Uesugi, but she had actually been injured herself. It was just that her imposing manner had been so overwhelmingly fierce that no one perceived she could have been hurt.
But no matter how strong she was, she was still flesh and blood. A fight against Archbishop Uesugi, who was also at the peak of B-grade, was no easy feat.
However, for a battle between experts of the same level, and such high levels at that, achieving such a result was already quite remarkable.
She had just leaped into a commercial building when Sato Ii caught up and charged in after her. A pinpoint of cold, sharp energy shot straight towards her back.
As Ye Qingyu swiftly dodged, Sato Ii closed in. Two combat blades collided with a deafening “Clang!” One of the figures was sent flying backward.
This time, it was Ye Qingyu.
Her body smashed through several tall bookshelves, sending books tumbling to the floor everywhere.
Ye Qingyu climbed out of the pile of books, a wild flash in her eyes. “Pah! Now *this* is exhilarating!”
She raised her sword and charged forward again, engaging in over a dozen exchanges with Sato Ii, a seasoned A-grade expert. Just as she reached the point of exhaustion, she suddenly shut her eyes tightly. An intense aura erupted from the straight sword in her hand.
Battle Heaven, Fight Earth!
This was not just a technique, but a sword *intent*, a manifestation of spiritual power given form.
The aura radiating from Ye Qingyu surged layer by layer, actually becoming several times stronger than her peak state.
Seeing this, Sato Ii was shocked. “She actually intends to use her battle with me to comprehend the method to break through to A-grade! She’s a complete madwoman!”
Naturally, Sato Ii wouldn’t let her have her way and prepared to intervene. Unexpectedly, a sharp sword blocked his path.
“Your opponent is me.” Nangong Xuan had arrived at some point, his timing impeccable.
Sato Ii sneered dismissively. “You are no match for me.”
“That remains to be seen.” As he spoke, he produced the God’s Skull.
Sato Ii: “Kuso… (Japanese: Damn it…)”