Chapter 1181: Chapter 1181: Art of Judgment

The originally dark Holy Mountain was now as bright as day.

More than a dozen Guardians of the Holy Mountain suddenly appeared, surrounding Ye Chenfeng.

After glancing at them, Ye Chenfeng said, “Tonight, I won’t fight you. I’m here to see your Empress.”

However, these Guardians remained unmoved, still firmly encircling Ye Chenfeng.

After waiting for a long time, there was no response from the Holy Mountain.

Ye Chenfeng’s chest surged with anger, and he shouted fiercely, “It seems I can only choose to fight my way in.”

Ye Chenfeng suddenly shifted his feet, creating a loud rumbling sound as they scraped the ground.

His body moved eerily, lunging at the foremost Guardian, and suddenly punched out.

The Guardian, who had fought Ye Chenfeng before, was completely unmoved by his aggression.

“Bang!”

However, when Ye Chenfeng’s fist struck, a look of terror appeared in her eyes.

“Crack…”

Ye Chenfeng suddenly turned his fist into a claw, forcibly tearing the special armor from the Guardian’s body.

“Bang!”

His right leg, already fully powered up, swung up like lightning, tracing a breathtaking arc, and landed directly on her shoulder.

Immediately, the Guardian was sent flying horizontally.

The other Guardians changed their expressions, instantly realizing that Ye Chenfeng had held back during the day.

“Move aside!”

The Heavenly Dragon Roar erupted, and Ye Chenfeng’s aura skyrocketed countless times, making him appear like an unparalleled God of Killing.

“Bang! Bang!”

Ye Chenfeng unleashed two punches infused with the power of the Divine Source, leaving two gaping holes in the chests of two people.

The bodies and armor of the Guardians, having been baptized by the Empress, were like paper in front of Ye Chenfeng, completely ineffective.

Ye Chenfeng’s strength was unexpectedly overwhelming, but the Guardians became even more frenzied as they attacked.

In their eyes, the concept of death did not exist!

“Whoosh… Whoosh…”

Just then, an eerie flute sound reached everyone’s ears.

The sound was particularly strange, reminding Ye Chenfeng of the flute used by Snake Charmers to control snakes and scorpions.

It was Catherine’s subordinates acting in secret!

Ye Chenfeng immediately understood, and indeed, the Guardians fell into a trance.

Thus, Ye Chenfeng easily bypassed them and entered the ancient castle directly.

“Those who block me will die!”

But even inside the ancient castle, someone stopped Ye Chenfeng, who used Gang Qi to blast them away, sending two female cultivators flying backward.

The black and white ritualists he had seen during the day blocked Ye Chenfeng’s path with a group of people, glaring at him.

“Quickly summon the six Great Witches and the four Heavenly Concubines!” shouted the black-robed ritualist.

At the same time, she muttered incantations and raised her black staff, causing a sinister, terrifying wind to stir, accompanied by a bone-chilling cold.

“Phoenix Cry Reversal Kill Technique!”

Ye Chenfeng shouted explosively, his figure flickering rapidly, disappearing instantly from everyone’s sight.

“Bang!”

The next second, Ye Chenfeng appeared behind the black-robed ritualist, launching a kick that sent her flying.

Ye Chenfeng twisted in mid-air and attacked the white-robed ritualist.

The white-robed ritualist’s staff glowed with a hazy white light, concealing terrifying power, aimed directly at Ye Chenfeng.

Ye Chenfeng’s eyes flashed as his two fingers stabbed out like an Ice-Breaking Flaming Slash.

“Clang!”

When the staff and fingers made contact, there was a sound like clashing metal.

“Hmm?”

The white-robed ritualist’s expression changed suddenly—her staff was clamped between Ye Chenfeng’s two fingers.

Like solid cement, the white-robed ritualist couldn’t move at all.

“Boom…”

Suddenly, waves of terrifying Hidden Power surged through Ye Chenfeng’s hands, crashing one after another.

“Pfft!”

Instantly, the white-robed ritualist suffered severe internal injuries, spurting a blood arrow before flying out.

“Bang! Bang! Bang…”

Confronting the others, Ye Chenfeng was like a crazed berserker, carving a path through the crowd.

Soon, Ye Chenfeng broke away from them, bypassed the altar, and headed straight for the Holy Temple.

The bright moonlight stretched his shadow long, making it lonely yet like that of an overlord.

“Forbidden God King, you dare to invade the Holy Mountain alone? Courting death!”

A voice of extreme coldness came, sending a chilling sensation through one’s heart.

Before Ye Chenfeng appeared six peculiar women, wearing only animal skins over their sensitive areas, like primitive tribe savages.

Yet each woman was as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal, with voluptuous bodies, each a seductress capable of toppling nations!

But at this moment, their faces showed only killing intent!

They were the six Great Witches mentioned by the black-robed ritualist!

“I said, move aside!”

Ye Chenfeng shouted fiercely, his voice like thunder reverberating in everyone’s ears.

“Boom!”

But the women did not retreat; instead, they charged forward recklessly.

A strange blue pattern appeared on her right arm, flashing momentarily before a torrential force surged forth, overwhelming everything in its path.

Ye Chenfeng struck out with Gang Qi, the two terrifying forces colliding.

“Boom!”

Ye Chenfeng’s chest surged with blood and energy; his expression changed dramatically, and he couldn’t help but exclaim in shock, “You’re not human—you’re an Alien Race?”

“Rumble…”

The witch saw Ye Chenfeng suffer and attacked even more furiously.

However, Ye Chenfeng remained motionless, with eyes like twinkling stars.

“Buzz…”

As the witch’s destructive force surged forth, an invisible great hand seemed to neutralize it around Ye Chenfeng.

“Bang! Bang! Bang…”

Simultaneously, Ye Chenfeng attacked like raging thunder, and before she could react, dozens of punches had landed on the witch, destroying nearly all her internal organs.

Seeing this, the remaining five witches charged.

“Courting death!”

A bloodthirsty curve appeared on Ye Chenfeng’s lips.

“Hiss… Hiss…”

Suddenly, a strange sound reached his ears, and his vision began blurring.

He even began to hallucinate, with the figures of Chu Qingxue and Ye Qingge alternating.

“Illusionist?”

Ye Chenfeng frowned, encountering an extraordinary Illusionist.

The site echoed with strange incantations, and it felt as if countless little bugs were crawling into Ye Chenfeng’s mind, devouring everything.

“Ugh…”

The brain-splitting pain was so intense that even Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but cry out in agony.

“Western Spellcaster!”

Ye Chenfeng instantly understood that these six women were not simple, and the Holy Mountain had formidable depths.

“Whoosh…”

Another witch raised a crossbow, aiming at Ye Chenfeng, and the arrow shot out like a meteor across the void, flashing by.

Its trajectory was utterly elusive—its speed was extraordinarily fast!