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Chapter 742 - 743 Ye Wudao Makes a Move

Chapter 742: Chapter 743 Ye Wudao Makes a Move

"Damn it!" The deputy commander of the Earth Knights, Magus, flew into a rage, a powerful aura erupting from him, that of a peak pseudo-saint!

"Dragon Country’s mighty warrior, you dare to slaughter so many of my men, I will kill you!" Magus brandished his knight spear, riding a double-headed Golden Bull, charging towards Yan Donglai.

"Golden Bull Crushing Spear!"

With a thrust of his spear, aided by the strength of the double-headed Golden Bull, Magus’s attack was powerful enough to severely wound a peak pseudo-saint.

Bang!

Yan Donglai staggered backward.

"Die!" Magus launched a fierce attack, forcing Yan Donglai to continually defend.

After a fierce battle, Magus scoffed, "Dragon Country’s mighty warrior, that’s all the strength you have!"

"Haha, just a warm-up!" Yan Donglai sneered, then suddenly shouted, "Sword One!"

"Sword Two!"

"Sword Three!"

"Sword Five!"

"Sword Eight!"

In an instant, eight swords appeared above Yan Donglai’s head, each capable of wounding a Ninth Grade pseudo-saint.

With the combined force of the Eighth Grade swords, even a peak pseudo-saint was bound to die!

"Kill!" Yan Donglai waved his hand, and the eight swords transformed into beams of light, striking at Magus.

"Not good!" Magus sensed a threat to his life, his face drastically changing.

Just then, Gilbert, who was watching the battle, picked up his staff and murmured a complex spell, "Golden Shield Blessing!"

In an instant, a sturdy golden shield appeared around Magus!

Bang!

The eight swords struck Magus, making a sound as dull as steel.

Boom!

A loud explosion sounded, leaving Magus unharmed!

"This is impossible..."

"Even Brother Two’s Sword Eight couldn’t break through that golden shield!" Lei Fen and Li Dagang were shocked.

"Haha...human warrior, see the might of our Holy Church? With the Golden Shield Blessing granted by the Red Archbishop, no one can break it except the saintly old monster!" Riding the double-headed Golden Bull and wielding his knight spear, Magus leveraged the blessing to launch a counterattack.

Phew!

Yan Donglai was speared in the abdomen, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood!

"Human, die!" Magus attacked frenziedly, putting Yan Donglai in a precarious situation.

"Brother Two, let me help you!" Ye Wudao couldn’t help speaking up.

"No need! Little Brother, take on the strongest Red Archbishop. This man, I must kill!" Yan Donglai’s eyes were resolute, his prideful nature not allowing him to hand his opponent over to someone else.

"A joke! You can’t even break my defense, how can you claim you will kill me?" Magus mocked.

"Is that so?" Yan Donglai sneered, his eyes emitting a sharp murderous intent, his entire demeanor drastically changing, fiercely imposing.

"Sword Nine!" Yan Donglai roared.

Whoosh!

The ninth black sword appeared from behind him, hurtling through the air at sonic speed, carrying terrifying power capable of piercing through anything, aimed at Magus.

"I have the blessing, I’m not afraid of you!" Magus scoffed, but before he could finish, the sword descended from the sky, and a crisp sound followed as his golden shield was pierced by the sword.

"No, no, this can’t be!" Magus’s face showed utter shock, his heart pierced by the sword.

"Phew!" Magus spit out blood and fell from his mount, crashing heavily onto the ground, his eyes wide open, his proud face frozen in a death glare.

Complete silence enveloped the scene.

Almost ten thousand people were as if struck mute.

It’s unknown who first couldn’t contain themselves and let out a scream, breaking the silence.

"Damn, our Vice Hall Master Magus, he’s dead!"

"Killed with a single sword strike!"

"This swordsman from Dragon Country is too terrifying!" All the knights of the Earth Knight Order saw Magus dead, and like a domino effect, they began to flee in panic.

Atop the castle of the blood clan.

All the Vampire elites excitedly exclaimed, "He’s so powerful!"

"Truly a powerhouse from Dragon Country!"

Even the old Duke admired him greatly, "Dragon Country is indeed a place where hidden talents lurk, this man may only be at the pseudo-Saint peak level, but the power of that sword just now reached the level of a combat saint."

"Second Senior Brother, strong!"

"Truly impressive!" Lei Fen and Li Dagang admired him greatly.

"Pu!" Yan Donglai suddenly spat out blood, his complexion turning pale.

"Second Senior Brother, what’s wrong with you?" The two looked worried.

"Cough, it’s nothing! It’s just that I overused the Sword Nine just now..." Yan Donglai said.

In contrast, Gilbert, who had been observing Yan Donglai’s condition, showed a sinister look in his eyes when he saw this.

Strike while he’s ill!

Take his life!

Gilbert chanted a spell silently and swung the scepter in his hand forcefully, "Fire Dragon!"

Roar!

A fire dragon rushed toward Yan Donglai, its power terrifyingly formidable, capable of instantly killing any martial artist below a combat saint.

Not good!

Yan Donglai and his companions’ faces changed drastically.

Bang!

A dull sound echoed as the fire dragon was cleaved into two halves.

Ye Wudao’s figure slowly appeared in front of Yan Donglai and he said indifferently, "Ambush, what kind of hero does that make!"

The entire scene was in shock!

"Damn, it’s Mr. Ye Wudao!"

"His strength is actually so terrifying!"

"One sword strike actually defeated Archbishop Gilbert’s attack!" The Vampires were collectively stunned.

The western Holy Court was also dumbfounded.

"Damn, which guy said he was just a battle emperor level martial artist?"

"This is clearly a combat saint-level old monster!"

"To think we actually provoked a combat saint old monster, we’re insane, I don’t want to die, I want to go home and see my mom!" All the members of the western Holy Court were incredibly regretful.

Gilbert’s eyes also became extremely solemn, his tone quite sour, "Tsk tsk, so you are at the level of a combat saint, quite a deep concealment indeed!"

"Just ordinary." Ye Wudao replied indifferently.

Damn!

Gilbert clenched his fists tightly.

A combat saint-level powerhouse, wherever they are, represent the ceiling of power. In the West, as long as they don’t run into those top-tier old monsters, they basically reign supreme!

For the Vampires, the old Duke is a combat saint!

Although the Holy Court has long wanted to eliminate the Brukh family, as long as the old Duke is alive, the Holy Court has to weigh the consequences!

Unless someone is incredibly foolhardy, the Holy Court generally turns a blind eye.

"Archbishop Gilbert, what should we do?" Several close associates asked anxiously.

"Damn, this lad actually has combat saint-level cultivation, we were too careless!" Gilbert’s complexion looked ugly. In the Holy Court, there are clear rules!

If capturing a combat saint, at least three Cardinal Archbishops must be dispatched to ensure an overwhelming advantage!

Although Gilbert usually acts overbearingly, he didn’t dare mess around with this matter. He glared coldly at Ye Wudao and gritted his teeth, "Brat, I will remember this debt! Wait till I come next time, it will be your death day!"

Saying this, Gilbert turned around, a reluctant expression on his face, "Retreat!"

For a Cardinal Archbishop to retreat in defeat was a very embarrassing matter!

"Stop!" Ye Wudao suddenly spoke up.

Gilbert turned around, sneering, "Are you scared now? Heh, since you are at the level of a combat saint, our Holy Court always cherishes talent. As long as you are willing to serve our western Holy Court, we will overlook your past deeds and even focus on nurturing you!"

"Heh, your Holy Court is also worthy of my service?" Ye Wudao mocked.

Gilbert’s eyes turned icy, filled with hostility, "Then what do you mean?"

"Heh, you may leave, but leave your life behind!" Ye Wudao said indifferently.