Chapter 1715 - 1591: Fear
Hundreds of foreign martial artists watched with cold smiles, unable to resist mocking, "Look, this is Huaxia, they love internal strife the most, which is why Huaxia’s martial arts have declined to this state."
"Heh heh, the inferiority of Huaxia people!"
Two foreign martial artists seized the opportunity to sneer, coldly laughing.
"Swish! Swish!"
Two beams of sword light slashed out; it was Ye Qingfeng’s Futu Sword, instantly slicing through the throats of the two men.
"I said it, martial artists from outside Huaxia, all shut up!"
Ye Qingfeng’s expression was cold and harsh.
The faces of the foreign martial artists turned pale, their bodies couldn’t help but tremble, such a domineering God of Kill from Huaxia.
Immediately, they fell silent, not daring to say another word.
For the first time, they feared Huaxia martial artists so much.
Even before, when Chinese martial arts were flourishing, they weren’t this afraid.
The strong from Huaxia were said to be chivalrous and very friendly, so they didn’t have to fear or dread them.
Only facing this Ye Kill God did they feel such fear, trepidation, and couldn’t help but tremble.
"Damn, it’s so satisfying, I just want to firmly support Ye Kill God, even if it means dying, it’s worth it!"
"It’s the first time seeing foreign martial artists like this, it’s truly exhilarating, even if the Church Court gets involved, so what! We Huaxia martial artists, fear no battle!"
"Huaxia martial artists fear no battle!"
Everyone shouted, their spirits high, blood boiling, eager to follow Ye Qingfeng into battle!
A surge of excitement!
"I kill, only for myself!" Ye Qingfeng said with a cool demeanor, "If you provoke me, I will still kill!"
Everyone’s mouths twitched slightly.
This Ye Qingfeng is truly cold...
"Click!" "Click!" "Click!"
At this moment, faint cracking sounds emerged, weak but still perceived by everyone.
"Do you think it’s over?"
A chilling voice, as if from the Nine Netherworld Hell, sounded in everyone’s ears.
On the lake’s surface, a body covered in scars slowly stood up.
The red robe on him was long shattered and tattered, revealing skin that was also in shreds, turning into pieces of rotten flesh, with stark white bones slightly visible.
Shocking to behold!
His face was dirty, no longer showing his original handsome appearance, but it was extremely icy.
Murderous intent flickered in his eyes!
The Saint Heir! Still alive!
"He actually isn’t dead yet!"
"My god, this Saint Heir, is he even human, to withstand Ye Kill God’s lethal moves!"
Everyone was shocked, dumbfounded; the Saint Heir’s vitality exceeded what they could believe, and genuine anxiety arose in their hearts.
The Saint Heir appeared even more powerful and terrifying!
"Damn it, damn it, forcing me to this point, it’s all you!" The Saint Heir mumbled to himself, exposing his ghastly white teeth.
"Hope the secret on you can compensate for my losses!"
His right hand slowly extended, revealing a golden yellow light, incredibly dazzling, causing the primordial energy of heaven and earth to momentarily freeze.
"Divine’s Right Hand!"
"It is the Church’s treasure, Divine’s Right Hand, far more powerful than the Holy Grail. Who would have thought the Saint Heir actually possesses the Church’s Divine Right Hand!"
"The Divine’s Right Hand, it possesses the power of the divine, too terrifying!"
Everyone exclaimed, stunned, their anxiety intensifying, as the Saint Heir wielding the treasure was terrifying.
"Haha, Ye Qingfeng, let me show you what our Church’s treasure is!"
The Saint Heir laughed, ignoring his injuries.
"Rise, wind and cloud!"
He shouted fiercely, raising a hand, as if holding up the sky, causing the sky to churn with changing colors and the earth to tremble.
Wind and clouds surged!
Standing on a piece of ice, the primordial power of the world surged towards him, the power of heaven and earth becoming chaotic, he seemed like a god controlling the winds and clouds, inviolable.
"God, this Saint Heir, is a true divine!"
"So terrifying, such a powerful person exists in this world!"
A group of young people were already scared silly, speaking with fear and wonder.
"Ye Qingfeng!"
Little Yi bit her red lips, her eyes trembling with worry, the Saint Heir was too powerful, causing her to lose confidence.
"Ye Qingfeng, let me show you what is the power of the divine!"
The Saint Heir shouted fiercely, one hand holding up the sky, controlling the winds and clouds, a powerful killing intent emerged.
Like a divine!
"To hell with your divine!"
Ye Qingfeng moved suddenly, almost instantly appearing in front of the Saint Heir, kicking him flying.
"Bang!" A sound echoed as the Saint Heir met the earth in a dog-eating-dirt posture.
Everyone’s lips twitched, feeling as if struck by lightning!
This was a Saint Heir, plus the Church’s treasure Divine’s Right Hand, stirring up winds and clouds, yet kicked into a dog-eating-dirt by Ye Qingfeng!
This is truly...
Everyone’s hearts trembled, this Ye Kill God, is simply... so damn impressive!
A group of Huaxia martial artists wished to give Ye Qingfeng a thumbs up!
In the midst of everyone’s shocked hearts, Ye Qingfeng, in such a domineering and powerful way, humiliated the Saint Heir.
Slapping the Church and foreign martial artists’ faces hard!
"Pfft, haha, that Saint Heir must be joking, he actually got kicked flying!"
"Haha, scared me, I thought our Huaxia’s Ye Kill God was about to be defeated, but he is indeed awesome!"
"So satisfying, I’m going to fall in love with this Ye Kill God, I declare, from now on, I’m his fan, it’s way cooler than chasing some celebrity!"
A few girls suddenly shouted, their eyes shining with bright little stars, full of admiration.
They originally idolized various handsome stars and some rugged men too, finding them attractive and charming.
But suddenly they realized, compared to this Ye Kill God, everything else was nothing!
The level is too low!
Chasing this Ye Kill God is truly high-class, saying it out loud, now that’s cool!
A group of young girls simply had their hearts racing!
"Ye Qingfeng!"
The Saint Heir climbed up from the ground, covered in wounds, disheveled and looking miserable, he shouted angrily, filled with grievances and dissatisfaction.
It’s simply suffocating to death!
"This is the second time!" The Saint Heir gritted his teeth in rage, wishing he could bite a piece of meat off Ye Qingfeng, his body trembling, "I swear, if I don’t kill you in this life, I’m not a man!!"
His blood surged, the Divine’s Right Hand erupted with golden divine light, dazzling and radiant, like a divine artifact.
The Divine’s Right Hand is the Church’s divine artifact; the Saint Heir originally didn’t want to use it, his strength was insufficient, forcibly using it would consume his own life force.
But now, he couldn’t care less!
This is all forced by Ye Qingfeng!
The brilliant light pierced through the void, lighting up the entire gloomy sky, the dazzling golden light almost made it impossible for people to keep their eyes open, everyone’s hearts shook wildly.