One hand to annihilate them all?
Upon hearing this, the three exchanged glances and then burst into laughter.
"Do you really think you’re the world’s number one?"
"Ignorant human, though your strength is formidable, in our eyes, it’s just insignificant tricks."
The three n in white were exceedingly arrogant, possessing a natural sense of superiority, looking down upon others as though they were gods observing re mortals, their eyes full of disdain.
This kind of gaze, Ye Qiu had seen it before. At the beginning when he entered the ancient land, he saw such eyes in the young talents of the three ancient clans, with an air of superiority, as if anyone before them was rely an ant, incredibly repulsive.
"Calling ignorant? Do you really think you’re gods? You’re just dogs in God’s hands, whoever he tells you to bite, you go and bite." As soon as Ye Qiu spoke, the three n’s faces drastically changed, his words the greatest mockery and insult to them.
"How dare you insult us Knights of the Round Table, you truly seek death."
The three imdiately swung their long spears, stomping their feet, as the white horses beneath them charged at Ye Qiu.
The three horses galloped on the sea, stirring up gigantic waves behind them, as if trying to obliterate the island in an instant.
Ye Qiu’s eyes flashed with divine light, he directly vanished in a flash, reappearing beside the three, and struck out with a move called King Yan’s Fury.
"Purify!"
As Ye Qiu unleashed King Yan’s Fury, before it even reached the three n, one among them pointed his spear, emitting a white light from the tip, transforming into thousands of silk threads that enveloped King Yan’s Fury.
The expected explosion did not occur; the trendous power of King Yan’s Fury was quickly transford, absorbed into the white energy.
Ye Qiu was astounded; what kind of power is this that can even dispel his King Yan’s Fury.
Seeing Ye Qiu’s surprised expression, one of the n laughed and said, "Shocked, aren’t you? I’ve told you, you’re just a re mortal, you don’t understand the might of us Knights of the Round Table. Before us, any enemy shall bow before us."
Such tone, still not considering Ye Qiu seriously, Ye Qiu’s thoughts stirred, and he struck again.
"What bullshit Knights of the Round Table, in my eyes, you’re nothing."
This ti Ye Qiu did not use King Yan’s Fury again. The opponent’s power was strange, able to convert his energy into theirs.
He directly invoked Flood Dragon Devil Fist, instantly, a flood dragon soared into the sky, especially being over the sea, the flood dragon was like a fish in water, unleashing a massive attack.
"Purify!"
The three long spears pointed once more, targeting the top, middle, and bottom of the Flood Dragon Devil Fist, three directions, again with energy resembling white silk threads, like silkworm silk, binding the attack.
Ye Qiu felt his control over the Flood Dragon Devil Fist diminishing, until he couldn’t feel it at all, and by then, his strength was completely purified into the opponent’s power.
Even Flood Dragon Devil Fist was useless!
Ye Qiu realized these opponents were not easy to deal with. Though their strength seed to be rely at the mythological level, the white power, as soon as it erged, was able to neutralize all his forces, and if this continued, Ye Qiu would get weaker and they would grow stronger.
This trend absolutely cannot go on. Ye Qiu this ti utilized the essence of Tai Chi.
With Tai Chi erging, it wasn’t easy for the three n to purify, because the power of Tai Chi is strong yet gentle, transforming yin and yang, purifying costs ti.
Purification slowed, but Ye Qiu wanting to eliminate the three rely with Tai Chi seed sowhat insufficient.
Things beca troubleso then, it was the first ti Ye Qiu encountered such adversaries.
Knights of the Round Table?
Ye Qiu muttered about Knights of the Round Table, he had only heard a bit, didn’t really understand.
In Ye Qiu’s impression, there were twelve Knights of the Round Table, and the three before him were all mbers, aning there were still nine who hadn’t arrived.
The twelve Knights of the Round Table, ranked by strength, divided into twelve levels.
The strongest ranked first, the weakest ranked last, among these three, although Ye Qiu didn’t know their position among the twelve, they seed neither too weak nor too strong, likely among the last few.
These three didn’t feel particularly threatening to Ye Qiu, but the purifying power appeared to restrict all his forces, or else his attacks wouldn’t turn into theirs.
Since fist techniques were useless, Ye Qiu moved his spiritual power, directly employing it.
Shua.
As the spiritual power erged, silently, it penetrated into the three’s brains.
Hmm?
Just as Ye Qiu’s spiritual power entered their minds, all three halted their actions, Ye Qiu was preparing a harsh strike when suddenly a glaring light appeared.
Next, again he saw that self-proclaid God.
As if enemies eting, they were extrely aggressive, without a word, imdiately attacking.
For a mont, the four were motionless, Ye Qiu’s spiritual battle in the three’s minds against God.
This God appeared just like in Pom’s mind; instantly, Ye Qiu concluded, Pom must also be a mber of the Knights of the Round Table, sowhat beyond his expectation.
Currently, Ye Qiu’s spiritual power split three ways, the opponent similarly so, their minds beca the battleground for the two.
"You mortal, last ti you destroyed a good knight of mine, this ti, let’s see you escape." God said casually, his tone full of confidence.
Last ti it was Pom alone, this ti, deploying all three together, Ye Qiu’s pressure increased exponentially.
"Last ti I spared that guy, this ti I won’t be so kind."
"Once I kill those three, I’ll seek you out myself, to thoroughly erase you, this so-called God, from the world."
Ye Qiu’s eyes were icy cold, clearly intent on killing God.
In Ye Qiu’s mind, whether it’s this God or that Prophet, they all must be eliminated, otherwise being constantly pestered would be unbearable, not to ntion Earth’s impending catastrophe left him little ti. If he couldn’t quickly enhance his strength along with Earth’s Martial Artists’ strength, Earth’s future would face a life-or-death disaster.
"You intend to slay the gods? Hmph... truly arrogant!" God laughed coldly, hearing this as the biggest joke.
"Slay the gods? This term is good, I shall slay gods, with my own hands I’ll kill you, the so-called God, at that ti, what would people think, would they still continue to believe in you?" Ye Qiu sneered coldly.
"Fool, if humans could slay gods, what’s the use of gods, wanting to kill , dream on."
Haha...
Laughter echoed, Ye Qiu staring at the man before him, without arguing, directly transford his spiritual power into thousands of swords.
This move was actually Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, Ye Qiu harnessing spiritual power to wield the spiritual swords!
Such a scene, if witnessed by his uncle Dugu Qiujian, would certainly make him proud of Ye Qiu, because even Dugu Qiujian couldn’t claim he could do it every ti.
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