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Chapter 460 - 461 Battle Against the Demon Monk

Chapter 460: Chapter 461 Battle Against the Demon Monk

All eyes turned in that direction.

There stood a woman who seemed like a celestial beauty descending from the ninth heaven, clad in snow-white garments, her face blossoming with grace, her form ethereal, exuding an aloofness akin to an ice mountain!

A mist appeared to shroud her body, obscuring a clear view of her face, but her silhouette alone sent countless men into fervor!

"The Holy Maiden of the Royal Clan!"

"The unrivaled beauty in all the lands!"

Everyone was abuzz with excitement.

"Wow, that’s the young mistress!"

"She’s so beautiful!" Knife Maniac and others couldn’t help but exclaim upon their first sight of Su Yueli.

"Sister Yueli has become even more beautiful, just like a fairy," Xia Shiqi couldn’t help but express her envy.

Ye Wudao cast his gaze over, his heart racing.

"Yueli, wait for me, I will definitely take you away!"

Dragon Mountain bowed his fist to the Holy Maiden of the Royal Clan in respect, then turned to the nine champions and said, "The second match will now begin. The nine contestants will choose their opponents for one-on-one challenges, and the victors will advance to the final!"

"Tie Bu, I’ll have a bout with you!" Lin Feng, the son of the King of Lin, spoke.

"Very well!" The burly man known as Tie Bu nodded.

"Qin Jian, they call you ’Sword Devil’, I will challenge you to battle!" Xue Tu, a formidable warrior from overseas, set his sights on Qin Jian.

"You’re going to suffer a miserable death!" Qin Jian replied coldly.

At this moment, the contestants were all choosing their opponents, intentionally avoiding Lei Fengzi, the strongest among them!

After all, Lei Fengzi was the number one on the Hidden Dragon List, a freak of nature who killed Liu Dao in a second!

"This monk called ’King Slayer’, shall I be your opponent?" The Demon Monk gazed at Ye Wudao with interest, picking the softest target as he could tell at a glance that this man was the weakest.

Ye Wudao said indifferently, "As you wish!"

"Hehe, I won’t be merciful," the Demon Monk sneered.

Ye Wudao replied, "I’ve killed no small number of monks, you won’t be an exception."

"Arrogant!" The Demon Monk’s eyes hardened as he launched a palm strike filled with terrifying killing intent at Ye Wudao.

"Buddha’s Shocking Palm!"

Ye Wudao, fearless, struck back with a palm of his own.

Bang!

The clashing palms released a dull sound!

Stagger!

Ye Wudao remained stationary, while the Demon Monk stumbled backward several meters.

The Demon Monk’s face changed as he thought, "This kid has some strength, I used a third of my power and yet he was unmoved!"

"Eh, the Demon Monk is actually at a disadvantage against that stranger carrying a huge bow!"

"This is quite unusual; the Demon Monk is ranked fourth on the Hidden Dragon List and is a hot favorite for the championship!"

"What’s the story with that kid carrying the huge bow?" Many eyes turned toward Ye Wudao.

"Kid, you do have some skills to force me to use my true power!" said the Demon Monk as a terrifying aura suddenly burst forth from him, revealing that he was a Second-Rank War King-level fighter.

"Hiss, the Demon Monk is actually a Second-Rank War King warrior!"

"That guy’s unlucky!"

The Demon Monk pulled out a blood-red zen staff, filled with killing aura; it seemed as if the wails of wronged souls echoed around it.

"This is the legendary treasure of the Blood Soul Temple from one of the eight great monasteries of Buddhism—the Blood Soul Zen Staff!"

"That’s a rare mid-grade artifact!"

"The Demon Monk killed his master and everyone in the Blood Soul Temple just to get his hands on this Blood Soul Zen Staff!"

The Demon Monk, holding the Blood Soul Zen Staff, had his aura soar once again.

With a fiendish smile, he said, "Boy, have you ever experienced the pain of death?"

"It’s nothing new to me!" Ye Wudao answered nonchalantly.

"Pretentious!"

Furious, the Demon Monk swung the staff in his hand viciously towards Ye Wudao.

"Zen Slaughter!"

This strike, so powerful it could instantly kill any First-Rank War King warrior and severely injure a Second-Rank War King.

Ye Wudao’s eyes remained level as he swung his fist.

Boom!

The two formidable forces collided, creating a massive wave of energy!

The Demon Monk’s full-powered strike was actually withstood by Ye Wudao.

"Damn it, who is that guy with the huge bow, exactly?"

"Bare-handedly catching the Blood Soul Zen Staff?"

"This is ridiculous!"

The evil monk watched as Ye Wudao stood unharmed, his pupils shrinking; "It seems I’ve run into a tough one today!"

"Is this the power of a mid-tier magical artifact? That’s all?" Ye Wudao shook his head.

"Hmph, brat! You have no idea how powerful the Blood Soul Staff in my hand is. I was planning to use it against Thunder Madman or Qin Jian, but let you witness the terror of the Blood Soul Staff!" The evil monk said, biting his finger and squeezing out a drop of blood onto the Blood Soul Staff.

In an instant, a sky-piercing aura of slaughter erupted from the Blood Soul Staff, as if countless vengeful spirits were crazily screaming and wailing, horrifying to the extreme!

"The real terror of the Blood Soul Staff is that it can harm people’s souls and absorb them to enhance its own power!" The evil monk held the Blood Soul Staff, his face hideously saying, "Go to hell!"

"Blood Soul Claw!"

The evil monk swung the staff, and a red force burst out from the Blood Soul Staff, as if turning into a bloody ghost hand, intending to grab Ye Wudao.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, witnessing such a demonic attack for the first time.

"This little evil monk, he’s really sly!"

"This move can grab a person’s soul, it’s too vicious!" Even some kings squinting their eyes couldn’t help but speak out.

Ye Wudao stood in place, his eyes tightly closed.

"Hehe, has your soul been disturbed, brat? Don’t worry, you’ll die cleanly, but your soul will suffer immensely!" the evil monk sneered, as the Blood Soul Claw had already captured Ye Wudao.

"Take it!" The evil monk shouted lowly, ready to seize Ye Wudao’s soul.

However, his expression suddenly changed.

"What’s going on? The Soul Hook Claw can’t grasp this child’s soul at all!" The evil monk couldn’t believe it and tried to exert his power again.

"Why is it not working at all?" The evil monk seemed to get angry, furiously placing the Blood Soul Staff in front of himself, spitting out a mouthful of vital blood, and quickly forming hand seals with his hands.

"This little evil monk, he actually used the power of his vital blood to perform an evil technique!"

"It looks like he won’t give up until he’s hooked the kid’s soul!" The different kings discussed.

The scene switched, now to the Tomb of the North King.

"Ghost Doctor, could the young master be in danger?"

"So worried..."

The Ghost Doctor sat in a chair, his expression serene; "If he could walk out alive from the Tomb of the North King, his soul has become so strong it’s beyond imagination!"

Before his words fell, the evil monk let out an angry shout, his eyes bleeding, and the darkness of his whole being became pronounced as he finished forming the seals.

"Soul Destroying Seal!"

Instantly, an awful blood-colored ghost hand lunged at Ye Wudao, seeking to destroy his soul.

"This move is too cruel!"

"This monk, instead of learning anything else, insists on learning the most venomous, malevolent forbidden move!"

"Against any other genius opponent, one would only die, but facing him, even the soul is at risk of annihilation!" Many strong individuals exclaimed, thinking Ye Wudao was already a dead man.

But just at that moment, Ye Wudao’s tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

Swipe!

A terrifying aura of slaughter erupted from his eyes, Eye of Slaughter activated!

Boom!

Accompanied by a loud explosion, the evil monk’s Soul Destroying Seal, the dreadful blood-colored ghost hand, explosively burst right in front of Ye Wudao!

The entire place was shocked!

"Holy shit, what just happened?"

"The Soul Destroying Seal broke just like that?" The whole place erupted into chaos.

Gape...

The evil monk staggered backward, reeling from the backlash of using such a venomous move, blood spurting from his mouth. He couldn’t care about that, his eyes filled with shock; "How is this possible, why is your soul so strong, as unbreakable as rock..."

"Pfft!" The evil monk spat out blood, as his master’s words echoed in his mind!

You must never provoke someone with an incredibly strong soul!

His face filled with terror, he said, "You, you must be that kind of terrifying creature who has glimpsed hell, freed from death itself!"

With that, the evil monk, as if mad, fled from the arena.

"You use such a venomous move against me and think you can just walk away and harm others elsewhere?" Ye Wudao’s eyes were cold as ice as he drew out the Purple Jiao Bow from behind him, taking out a blood arrow.

The bow was drawn and the arrow nocked, all done in an instant.

Whoosh!

A sharp arrow broke through the air, fierce as a tiger hunting its prey!

The evil monk turned his head, sensing a whiff of death approaching from behind, his pupils suddenly shrinking; "No, no, please no!"

Thud!

Struck by the arrow directly through the heart, the evil monk’s body flew harshly over a dozen meters away, spitting out blood, and crashing heavily onto the ground.

His eyes were wide open in death, unable to close, his face still marked with fear.

One arrow, instant kill!

The entire venue fell deadly silent.