Kill!
Ye Qiu’s soul body wielded the Bahuang Sword and slashed directly, as the opponent received it with a bare hand, grabbing the Bahuang Sword. With a thought, the Bahuang Sword quickly shrank, regaining its freedom, and slashed in mid-air once more.
Bang, bang, bang...
This ti, the Sword Qi hit the opponent, but unfortunately, it didn’t seem to have any effect. He could feel a layer of energy cutting off the Sword Qi. With Ye Qiu’s strength, under the circumstances where the opponent could resist, it was impossible to injure him.
Unless the opponent surrendered willingly.
Ye Qiu refused to accept this and launched a rapid attack, with Sword Qi slashing out like snowflakes, turning into a whirlwind and wrapping around the opponent.
However, at this mont, Ye Qiu was facing a Saint, even if it was just a trace of a spiritual body. A Saint is still a Saint, with an insurmountable chasm compared to the Voidbreaker Realm.
"Break!"
The Saint spoke, grabbing towards the sky with his palm, absorbing all the Sword Qi and causing it to explode.
"Today, you will surely die!" The Saint’s tone was eerie, revealing a murderous intent. Now he could finally kill Ye Qiu personally.
This ti, he wouldn’t let Ye Qiu escape from his sight, nor would he allow another chance to hide within the Taihuang Bell.
The Saint took the initiative to attack, imdiately overwhelming Ye Qiu with a powerful aura, causing his hair to flutter wildly, and his soul body to retreat continuously.
A trace of spiritual power, yet comparable to the will of heaven and earth, gave Ye Qiu a feeling of being irreversibly overwheld.
He bit the tip of his tongue to stay alert. At such a critical mont, he absolutely could not fear the enemy, otherwise, he was dood.
"I’ve even survived nine heavenly tribulations. I will not die here." Ye Qiu’s eyes flashed with determination, encouraging himself. Without helpers and facing a strong enemy alone, Ye Qiu had to be even more resolute.
The battle between Ye Qiu and the Saint continued. Seeing Ye Qiu’s repeated futile attacks, many Chinese people following the battle couldn’t help but worry for him.
"Ye War God, you are not fighting alone. We support you spiritually and will definitely kill these invaders!"
"Indeed, Ye War God is not alone. All of us in China support him, even if we lack powerful strength, our hearts are united as one."
On the internet, nurous Chinese netizens left ssages, expressing that Ye Qiu was not fighting alone.
These foreign martial artists wanted to destroy the Capital City before. If it weren’t for Ye Qiu’s intervention, the Capital City would have likely beco ruins by now.
Now, Ye Qiu risked himself to eliminate these destructive experts, fighting seven of them alone.
It was apparent that these seven were extraordinary, with each strike being breathtakingly intense. It was hard to imagine how terrifying it would be if such an attack landed on ordinary people.
Yet, against such formidable opponents, a full seven of them, Ye Qiu managed to take down five.
While contemplating how to kill the Saint before him, Ye Qiu suddenly felt warmth all over his body.
He concentrated, discovering that countless strands of faith were converging upon him from all directions in the world.
This influx of faith was unprecedentedly abundant and extraordinarily focused. Though innurable, Ye Qiu could feel that it stemd from countless people thinking of him and praying for him, producing this imnse power of faith.
Ye Qiu glanced at the distant city and smiled.
He wasn’t without allies; his allies were all of China, all its people.
With the prayers of the entire Chinese people, Ye Qiu found no reason to die here. He had to live, had to defeat the opponent, even if the adversary was a mighty Saint Realm.
The trendous encouragent from the power of faith led Ye Qiu to form it into a sphere in front of him, which he imdiately launched forth.
Seeing Ye Qiu unleash a white energy sphere, whose aura matched that of an earlier long rope, the Saint instinctively felt an aversion, as this power seed capable of hurting him.
"Break!"
A gigantic hand materialized in the sky, created by the Saint, towering over and larger than a mountain, smacking into the white energy sphere.
The two forces collided, and the white energy sphere exploded as the Saint had expected, shattering under his strike.
"Without this power, how can you possibly defeat ?" The Saint sneered.
Yet Ye Qiu’s movents didn’t cease. His fingers danced as if playing a piano, puzzling the Saint, who couldn’t discern his ploy. However, when the shattered white energy sphere scattered countless white threads of light, the Saint was montarily stupefied.
The white light threads floated around the Saint like silkworm threads, lingering in the air and contracting gradually.
"Not good!"
Realizing he was at risk of being completely entangled by the threads, the Saint imdiately sensed trouble and attempted to break free.
As he surged upwards, the white threads instantly gathered above, blocking all gaps and leaving no escape route.
Swish!
The Saint switched direction, charging to the left, but the white threads ford a barrier ahead, cutting off his path.
After several changes in direction, he found it increasingly difficult to escape.
The threads threatened to envelop him completely, forming a cocoon of sorts.
A Saint, captured by a Voidbreaker, returned to the holand—what a shaful story that would be.
"You won’t trap !" The Saint roared, attacking the weaker sections of the threads. But after consuming most of his power against the Taihuang Bell, he lacked the initial might. Clash after clash with Ye Qiu had drained him, and he couldn’t tear apart the cage ford by the power of faith.
After repeated attempts, the Saint had to concede that Ye Qiu had indeed trapped him.
Upon successfully setting up a cage around the Saint, Ye Qiu finally relaxed.
"Law Dragon!"
Ye Qiu once again harnessed the power of the laws to strike the Saint.
This ti, the Saint couldn’t escape, and as the laws descended, Ye Qiu would open a breach in the cage of faith to allow the law’s power within.
Under the relentless bombardnt of a thousand iterations of the law’s attacks, the Saint gradually weakened until a strand of spiritual power was cleaved apart by the laws, dissipating into energy that nourished the world.
Having slain this Saint, Ye Qiu didn’t rest and imdiately ford another faith-ford cage around the Taihuang Bell.
With a thought, he released the last Saint.
The Saint was about to attack but was suddenly aware of his imprisonnt, furiously assaulting the cage of faith. Yet his power, already largely depleted in the Taihuang Bell struggle, left him unable to resist, and Ye Qiu similarly wore down this final Saint until he was snuffed out.
All seven Saints were obliterated in the end.
Currently, what Ye Qiu was most concerned about was his physical body.
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