CHAPTER 1194: CHAPTER 1194: GOD KNIGHT! (FOURTH UPDATE)

Atop the mountain, two figures stood, their shadows stretched long under the setting sun.

This scene seemed frozen in time, becoming a tableau of two peerless masters, engaging in a duel.

"How is this foreigner’s strength so formidable?"

In the eyes of many martial artists, the foreign man’s strength was astonishing. His aura and speed left many present in awe.

"Should we help the young master and go together to take this guy down?" Qin Feng glanced at Jin Shanshun.

Jin Shanshun didn’t move and said calmly, "The young master hasn’t asked us to intervene, so we can’t interfere. I believe in the young master’s strength. He is not a match for the young master."

"Why are you so confident in him?" Qin Feng was puzzled.

Jin Shanshun smiled faintly and didn’t answer. In his mind, he recalled the image of Ye Qiu fighting alone against the three ancient clans. With his strength alone, he waged war against the three ancient clans, a feat only Ye Qiu could accomplish, and he successfully eradicated the three clans.

With such strength, Jin Shanshun didn’t believe Ye Qiu would lose, even though Ye Qiu hadn’t defeated the opponent yet. He knew Ye Qiu hadn’t used any formidable techniques, merely countering attacks. Otherwise, with Ye Qiu’s many means, revealing any trump card would defeat the opponent in no time.

Seeing Jin Shanshun remained indifferent, Qin Feng shrugged and continued to watch the fight.

Ye Qiu and the foreign man battled on the cliff, making many onlookers feel intense. However, for them, even the sheer drop below felt as level as the ground, their minds not bothered by the abyss beneath.

The foreign man couldn’t resolve Ye Qiu quickly, feeling quite surprised. This Ye Qiu truly lived up to his reputation in the assassins’ world, being so difficult to contend with.

Though his power was fierce, clashing with Ye Qiu felt like hitting cotton, making him feel deflected.

Ye Qiu used the Tai Chi Entangling Hand, alternating between hardness and softness, naturally controlling the opponent within his rhythm, leaving the foreign man frequently unable to succeed, feeling constantly led by Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu battled him for a long time without swiftly ending the fight because he had his reasons; he was endeavoring to explore the opponent’s energy.

The power in this man intrigued Ye Qiu, so during the fight, he refrained from using any formidable techniques as he observed the opponent.

If he wanted to end the fight, a light move would render the opponent immobile.

"I never thought, besides the power of the dantian, there would be such energy in the world." Ye Qiu confined the power expelled by the opponent before him, feeling it more acutely, which led to this remark.

He discovered that this man’s power gathered from the entire body, not emanating from the dantian, yet its level was comparable to the source power of the dantian.

"I wonder how this person cultivates, but it doesn’t matter. Once I capture him, I can inquire thoroughly." Ye Qiu’s eyes flashed, deciding not to continue the entanglement. This man’s strength was at best equivalent to the peak of the Mythreal Realm and not enough to threaten him.

Whoosh.

Ye Qiu’s large hand twisted in the air, now layered with scales from the Flood Dragon Devil Fist technique, transforming his arm into a Jiaolong Arm, possessing the power of a flood dragon, engaging the enemy.

Slash!

Rip...

Ye Qiu’s Jiaolong arm grasped the opponent’s arm, startling the foreign man. He quickly withdrew, wanting to retreat, but Ye Qiu’s grip was unyielding. The foreign man twisted his arm, finally wrenching free from Ye Qiu’s grasp.

However, his clothes were shredded, revealing a robust physique underneath.

The foreign man steadied himself, realizing that Ye Qiu’s strength suddenly surged. Only then did he understand that Ye Qiu had been hiding his true power all along.

"So this is your true strength. It seems I can’t hold back either." The foreign man totally tore off the torn clothes and threw them away.

On his body was a cross pattern, right on his chest.

Ye Qiu’s attention wasn’t on the cross but on a special symbol below it, on the chest, which seemed familiar, triggering a sense of déjà vu.

"Where have I seen this before?" Ye Qiu frowned, trying to recall.

The foreign man revealed his muscular body, looking incredibly strong and powerful.

"This time, I’ll truly kill you," he said coldly.

Ye Qiu extended one hand, still in the state of the Flood Dragon Devil Fist, his arm jiaolong-transformed, his fingers turned into sharp claws by the power of black flame, capable of easily tearing through steel and iron.

An indestructible Jiaolong claw exuded an intimidating aura.

"Ye Qiu, today I will represent God to erase you from this world."

The foreign man finished speaking, his chest’s cross pattern emitted a dazzling white light, from which a white horse charged out, ridden by a knight who charged at Ye Qiu with a lance.

"This is..." Jin Shanshun and Qin Feng both were startled upon witnessing this bizarre attack, rarely seen in any capacity, at least Jin Shanshun had never seen it before.

However, Qin Feng suddenly furrowed his brow, then seemed to realize something and shouted loudly to Ye Qiu, "Young master, be careful, this is a spiritual attack!"

The foreign man sneered, "Too late, your warning won’t help. Once my God’s knight appears, no one survives."

"He should thank me since being killed by me spares him from entering hell."

"I represent God’s direct judgment on you. You can rest assured and die."

God’s knight rode on horseback, the clattering of hooves resounding in the air.

A flash of light streaked by as the knight reached Ye Qiu and immediately thrust the lance directly at Ye Qiu’s chest.

Whiz!

The lance stabbed forward as the foreign man watched, confident that Ye Qiu couldn’t resist, even though the nearby person had revealed the nature of his attack. Ye Qiu couldn’t withstand it, as the transformation of spiritual power into such a potent attack was rare in the martial world and unmatched globally, according to the foreign man.

This was the source of the foreign man’s confidence. Who was he, but a messenger chosen by God? How could an eastern martial artist defeat his divine western attack?

"No need to struggle, as you cannot change any destined fact."

With the knight’s lance thrust, Ye Qiu was enveloped in white light, seemingly purified, appearing to dissolve into numerous light particles.

Spread and scattered, Ye Qiu’s body truly disintegrated.