CHAPTER 1174: CHAPTER 1174: HOLY MOUNTAIN ON THE LONELY ISLAND

Shi Buddha cast a disdainful glance at them and said, "You can forget about it; still can’t kill you. I’ll take you down with just a drop of blood."

All the warriors perished, leaving the Bloodwater Holy Spirit Cult momentarily powerless against the overwhelming assault of the Thirteen Holy Knights.

Gradually, only Alton and a few others from the Bloodwater Holy Spirit Cult remained, while the rest lay on the ground.

On the contrary, the Thirteen Holy Knights had the advantage in numbers...

"Your blood? Who exactly are you? Your blood can actually defeat the warriors baptized by the Empress."

Alton’s eyes revealed disbelief as he gazed at Shi Buddha.

"Hmm?" Shi Buddha was taken aback.

"Your name?" Alton was particularly eager to know Shi Buddha’s name.

It seemed incredible to him that someone could defeat the warriors baptized by the Empress.

Shi Buddha paused, suddenly recalled something, and couldn’t help but say, "My name? Umubwaabuwaeaneatunwenweumesastth..."

"What?"

Once Shi Buddha spoke, everyone was stunned. He rattled off a long string of gibberish that nobody understood, and it was exceedingly hard to pronounce.

"Your name?" Alton was nearly petrified, mechanically asking.

"Umubwa..." Shi Buddha repeated this super strange name again.

"Pfft!"

Alton actually spat out a mouthful of blood.

This name was something Shi Buddha heard online, from an African guy who rose to fame overnight because he had the world’s insanely hard-to-pronounce name.

The power of Shi Buddha reciting this name was even stronger than the Mad King’s fist, injuring Alton the moment it came out.

"You set up an ambush and waited for us?" Ouyang Qingcheng couldn’t help but ask.

Shi Buddha chuckled, "Yes, the boss calculated every step. Especially your warriors, we were prepared long ago."

After listening, Ouyang Qingcheng said nothing, slowly closing her eyes, her gaze desolate.

Sikong Zhairiyue flashed an ambiguous smile, chuckling as he said, "Miss Ouyang, let me tell you another piece of news, the boss already knows your reason for finding him. It’s really so embarrassing!"

"You..."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Qingcheng suddenly opened her eyes, her face full of embarrassment, turning crimson enough to drip blood.

Phoenix’s expression changed, looking at Sikong Zhairiyue, "Tell me, what’s her purpose?"

Others also turned to Sikong Zhairiyue, expressing great curiosity, especially given Ouyang Qingcheng’s demeanor, which led to even more speculation.

"I..."

Sikong Zhairiyue instantly felt on the verge of tears.

Why did I speak out so suddenly for mere momentary satisfaction? This was definitely courting death.

...

The fierce battle raged on like wildfire.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, the real Ye Chenfeng was now near the headquarters of the Bloodwater Holy Spirit Cult.

Beside him were two people, one being the Four Heavenly Envoys, Asura. The other was Ashina Sabi.

When Ye Chenfeng arrived, he brought Ashina Sabi along.

As for the true intention behind Ouyang Qingcheng’s actions, it was Ashina Sabi who told Sikong Zhairiyue.

Observing the expansive base in front of them, Asura sneered, "Now just one command and two possibilities will arise immediately."

"Hmm?" Ashina Sabi looked over curiously.

"One possibility, this place will be flattened instantly. The other possibility, everything here will belong to the Dragon Knight Forbidden Army," Asura stated.

Ye Chenfeng chuckled, "My wish is for world peace; the second option sounds better."

"No problem! The Bloodwater Holy Spirit Cult will soon disappear!"

Ashina Sabi shuddered slightly, such a vast force could vanish overnight.

Last night, Ye Chenfeng was in plain view.

But secretly, the Dragon Knight Forbidden Army was operational, infiltrating the Bloodwater Holy Spirit Cult’s headquarters and investigating the whereabouts of the Holy Mountain, among other things.

"Yet the Bloodwater Holy Spirit Cult is just an assassin organization openly displayed by the Holy Mountain. The true core lies within the Holy Mountain. Entering it to rescue the Queen poses a challenge," Asura commented again.

Ye Chenfeng smiled, glancing at Ashina Sabi, "It’s time for you to shine."

Suddenly, Ashina Sabi wore a troubled expression, shaking his head, "That place is too sinister for me, and the things inside are taboo. I’m powerless."

"Taboo?" Ye Chenfeng furrowed his brow.

"Yes, something within the Holy Mountain invisibly influences, rendering my skills useless. If Heavenly Secret were here, it would be different," Ashina Sabi sighed.

"Who is Heavenly Secret?" Ye Chenfeng casually inquired.

"An actual master, knowing everything and anything," Ashina Sabi responded.

Asura’s enigmatic eyes glared at him, "After all this talk, you have no use at all."

Ashina Sabi looked at Asura’s eyes and exclaimed, "You... you come from that kind of place?"

"Alright, just stay here! Asura, we’re moving out!" Ye Chenfeng said.

Soon after, Ye Chenfeng and Asura boarded a boat, venturing into the depths of the ocean.

The Holy Mountain of the Bloodwater Holy Spirit Cult is situated on a solitary island, and without Ye Chenfeng’s skills, it cannot be found.

Once the boat reached halfway, it stopped.

Ye Chenfeng and Asura dove straight into the sea, deciding to swim there.

...

"Everyone, let’s still take them down. We don’t need to have in-fighting," Sikong Zhairiyue quickly shifted everyone’s attention as he looked at the approaching group of big bosses.

"Alright, let’s take them down first then talk!"

Phoenix and others exchanged glances before choosing to strike at Ouyang Qingcheng and co.

Alton murmured incantations, a layer of dim light appeared over his hands, visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, anomalies occurred around them, gusts of fierce wind wreaked havoc, forcing people to brace themselves against the strange pulses.

"Wind God, grant me power!"

Alton shouted, the gusts gathering into wind blades, ultimately forming a cross of light.

In the instant the cross light glowed brightly, the Cross Wind Blade slashed furiously.

"Boom!"

Yet, unexpectedly, a burst of violent aura emerged in the arena.

The Mad King, like an ancient beast, charged with an unstoppable force.

He bore no weapons, his only arms were his fists.

Using iron fists to withstand Alton’s Wind Blade Cross Slash!

"Courting death!"

Alton’s eyes showed a hint of disdain, confident in his ultimate move.

In his view, the Mad King’s actions were utterly suicidal.

Unbelievably using flesh to counter his mighty wind blades! It was absolute madness!

"Bang!"

Surprisingly, the Mad King’s fists tore through Alton’s wind blades and penetrated directly.