CHAPTER 1217: CHAPTER 1217: PURIFICATION POWER! (THIRD UPDATE)

One hand to annihilate them all?

Upon hearing this, the three exchanged glances and then burst into laughter.

"Do you really think you’re the world’s number one?"

"Ignorant human, though your strength is formidable, in our eyes, it’s just insignificant tricks."

The three men in white were exceedingly arrogant, possessing a natural sense of superiority, looking down upon others as though they were gods observing mere mortals, their eyes full of disdain.

This kind of gaze, Ye Qiu had seen it before. At the beginning when he entered the ancient land, he saw such eyes in the young talents of the three ancient clans, with an air of superiority, as if anyone before them was merely an ant, incredibly repulsive.

"Calling me ignorant? Do you really think you’re gods? You’re just dogs in God’s hands, whoever he tells you to bite, you go and bite." As soon as Ye Qiu spoke, the three men’s faces drastically changed, his words the greatest mockery and insult to them.

"How dare you insult us Knights of the Round Table, you truly seek death."

The three immediately swung their long spears, stomping their feet, as the white horses beneath them charged at Ye Qiu.

The three horses galloped on the sea, stirring up gigantic waves behind them, as if trying to obliterate the island in an instant.

Ye Qiu’s eyes flashed with divine light, he directly vanished in a flash, reappearing beside the three, and struck out with a move called King Yan’s Fury.

"Purify!"

As Ye Qiu unleashed King Yan’s Fury, before it even reached the three men, one among them pointed his spear, emitting a white light from the tip, transforming into thousands of silk threads that enveloped King Yan’s Fury.

The expected explosion did not occur; the tremendous power of King Yan’s Fury was quickly transformed, absorbed into the white energy.

Ye Qiu was astounded; what kind of power is this that can even dispel his King Yan’s Fury.

Seeing Ye Qiu’s surprised expression, one of the men laughed and said, "Shocked, aren’t you? I’ve told you, you’re just a mere mortal, you don’t understand the might of us Knights of the Round Table. Before us, any enemy shall bow before us."

Such tone, still not considering Ye Qiu seriously, Ye Qiu’s thoughts stirred, and he struck again.

"What bullshit Knights of the Round Table, in my eyes, you’re nothing."

This time Ye Qiu did not use King Yan’s Fury again. The opponent’s power was strange, able to convert his energy into theirs.

He directly invoked Flood Dragon Devil Fist, instantly, a flood dragon soared into the sky, especially being over the sea, the flood dragon was like a fish in water, unleashing a massive attack.

"Purify!"

The three long spears pointed once more, targeting the top, middle, and bottom of the Flood Dragon Devil Fist, three directions, again with energy resembling white silk threads, like silkworm silk, binding the attack.

Ye Qiu felt his control over the Flood Dragon Devil Fist diminishing, until he couldn’t feel it at all, and by then, his strength was completely purified into the opponent’s power.

Even Flood Dragon Devil Fist was useless!

Ye Qiu realized these opponents were not easy to deal with. Though their strength seemed to be merely at the mythological level, the white power, as soon as it emerged, was able to neutralize all his forces, and if this continued, Ye Qiu would get weaker and they would grow stronger.

This trend absolutely cannot go on. Ye Qiu this time utilized the essence of Tai Chi.

With Tai Chi emerging, it wasn’t easy for the three men to purify, because the power of Tai Chi is strong yet gentle, transforming yin and yang, purifying costs time.

Purification slowed, but Ye Qiu wanting to eliminate the three merely with Tai Chi seemed somewhat insufficient.

Things became troublesome then, it was the first time Ye Qiu encountered such adversaries.

Knights of the Round Table?

Ye Qiu muttered about Knights of the Round Table, he had only heard a bit, didn’t really understand.

In Ye Qiu’s impression, there were twelve Knights of the Round Table, and the three before him were all members, meaning there were still nine who hadn’t arrived.

The twelve Knights of the Round Table, ranked by strength, divided into twelve levels.

The strongest ranked first, the weakest ranked last, among these three, although Ye Qiu didn’t know their position among the twelve, they seemed neither too weak nor too strong, likely among the last few.

These three didn’t feel particularly threatening to Ye Qiu, but the purifying power appeared to restrict all his forces, or else his attacks wouldn’t turn into theirs.

Since fist techniques were useless, Ye Qiu moved his spiritual power, directly employing it.

Shua.

As the spiritual power emerged, silently, it penetrated into the three’s brains.

Hmm?

Just as Ye Qiu’s spiritual power entered their minds, all three halted their actions, Ye Qiu was preparing a harsh strike when suddenly a glaring light appeared.

Next, again he saw that self-proclaimed God.

As if enemies meeting, they were extremely aggressive, without a word, immediately attacking.

For a moment, the four were motionless, Ye Qiu’s spiritual battle in the three’s minds against God.

This God appeared just like in Pom’s mind; instantly, Ye Qiu concluded, Pom must also be a member of the Knights of the Round Table, somewhat beyond his expectation.

Currently, Ye Qiu’s spiritual power split three ways, the opponent similarly so, their minds became the battleground for the two.

"You mortal, last time you destroyed a good knight of mine, this time, let’s see you escape." God said casually, his tone full of confidence.

Last time it was Pom alone, this time, deploying all three together, Ye Qiu’s pressure increased exponentially.

"Last time I spared that guy, this time I won’t be so kind."

"Once I kill those three, I’ll seek you out myself, to thoroughly erase you, this so-called God, from the world."

Ye Qiu’s eyes were icy cold, clearly intent on killing God.

In Ye Qiu’s mind, whether it’s this God or that Prophet, they all must be eliminated, otherwise being constantly pestered would be unbearable, not to mention Earth’s impending catastrophe left him little time. If he couldn’t quickly enhance his strength along with Earth’s Martial Artists’ strength, Earth’s future would face a life-or-death disaster.

"You intend to slay the gods? Hmph... truly arrogant!" God laughed coldly, hearing this as the biggest joke.

"Slay the gods? This term is good, I shall slay gods, with my own hands I’ll kill you, the so-called God, at that time, what would people think, would they still continue to believe in you?" Ye Qiu sneered coldly.

"Fool, if humans could slay gods, what’s the use of gods, wanting to kill me, dream on."

Haha...

Laughter echoed, Ye Qiu staring at the man before him, without arguing, directly transformed his spiritual power into thousands of swords.

This move was actually Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, Ye Qiu harnessing spiritual power to wield the spiritual swords!

Such a scene, if witnessed by his uncle Dugu Qiujian, would certainly make him proud of Ye Qiu, because even Dugu Qiujian couldn’t claim he could do it every time.