l celebration due to illness, Liu Quan was taken away again, and Chang Hao became the highest-ranking school leader at the scene.He stood still, doing nothing himself but desperately urging others to...At this moment, Gonzales couldn't care less what others thought. All he felt was fear.

Being held in Ye Bufan's hands, he knew the other party's purpose and felt like a guinea pig.

He wanted to struggle, but under the restraint of Zhenyuan's great hand, he couldn't exert even a sliver of strength.

"You cannot touch me, Olympus will not let you get away with this..."

In a panic, this guy was completely flustered. He even tried to threaten the other party at this moment!

Ye Bufan ignored him completely and unleashed a divine sense blade.

With his current mental strength, it would be as easy as turning his hand over to destroy Gonsalves' consciousness. He instantly cleansed the core of his being, leaving nothing behind.

González stiffened instantly, ceasing his struggle and roar. His eyes lost all focus, leaving behind only a vacant shell.

For this kind of person, Ye Bufan had no mercy. In his heart, anyone who wanted to violate China should die, and the fact that the other party could leave a physical body was already very lucky.

Having destroyed the enemy's three souls and seven spirits, he extended his hand, and Yin Jiu Zhu's soul immediately flew over, transforming into a wisp of blue smoke that entered the Dantian.

For Yin Jiuzhu, this wasn't even considered a possession. After all, the house was already ready-made, completely cleaned out. All he needed to do after entering was merge and control the body.

Everything happens naturally, with Ye Bufan here to ensure the smooth merging of soul and body.

Just a few breaths of time, Gonzalez's eyes lit up again, but now he was no longer the disciple of Mount Olympus, but Yin Jiuzhu, the headmaster of the Three Ghosts Sect.

"Haha, I'm alive again, and I still have a good skin…"

Yin Jiu Zhu burst into laughter, then with a loud thud, he knelt down and kowtowed to Ye Bufan, expressing his gratitude.

"The little one thanks the Immortal Doctor for his grace in rebuilding me!"

"It's okay, just step back!"

Ye Bufan waved his hand, and Yin Jiuzhu went directly to the back to reunite with his disciples.

Although the time was short and we were always together, just now we were separated by life and death. Now that we meet again, it is quite emotional.

The three major factions were completely dumbfounded. At this moment, they had learned a lesson about the domineering nature of the young man before them.

He actually, right in front of them, extinguished a soul and took away a body.

Having witnessed Yin Jiu Zhu come back to life with their own eyes, the disciples of Tie Dao Men were overjoyed and prostrated themselves on the ground.

"Please, Great Immortal Doctor, save our Sect Leader!"

Ye Bufan sighed. Zhang Tie Dao had just revealed that his Yuanshen was already dead and couldn't be saved, even if Ye Bufan had heaven-defying medical skills.

Your Sect Leader has died for their country and there is no way to resurrect them.

But rest assured, this revenge will be had. They will pay back a thousandfold.

At this point, he turned his head back, fixing the crowd with a piercing gaze.

"I wonder who gave you the guts to dare invade my homeland, China! Since you're here, you can all stay!"

Although he was alone, his powerful aura pressed down on the entire Western army, causing some of the more timid soldiers to tremble in their boots.

Seeing that the morale on their side had plummeted to rock bottom, the Divine Court, as the initiator of this eastern expedition, couldn't just remain silent at this juncture.

The second of the Seven Archangels, Raphael, stepped forward.

This guy put on a saintly facade, crossed himself dramatically, and declared in a holy tone.

"Descendants of China, this is the will of the gods, something you cannot defy..."

Before he could finish his words, a sharp sword glow slashed through the air, carrying with it the might of heaven and earth as it descended.

"Ah!"

Raphael was taken aback, he didn't expect the other party to be so hot-tempered, saying they would do it and actually doing it.

As a saint who had slumbered for many years, his power far surpassed that of the former God-Emperor Adams. He could even wield the sacred arts of the Divine Court without any incantations.

He raised his hand, and a massive shield of holy light appeared before him.

With his power, this holy light shield is completely impenetrable. Even modern-day weaponry would be unable to break through it.

Unfortunately, he was facing Qingqiu, a tribulation peak expert whose swordsmanship had reached its pinnacle.

A flash of sword light, like a knife slicing through tofu, instantly shattered his holy shield and cleaved him in two.

The seventh victor of the Divine Court, ranked second, was only able to utter half a sentence before being slain by a single sword strike.

"Hiss!"

A gasp of surprise echoed through the room, everyone's faces paling with fear. This woman was truly too powerful.

"Brother Ye says whatever he wants, you guys with your so-called god, get out of the way! Anyone who speaks another word dies!"

The solitary autumn figure stood tall, his sword held aloft, as if a peerless divine weapon had just been unsheathed, its murderous aura palpable.

If this were any other time, anyone who dared to be so disrespectful to the gods of the Divine Court would probably have been enraged and lashed out immediately. But now, not a single person dares to utter a word.

This is what strength means, whoever has the strength controls everything. This is true in the cultivation world and also on Earth.

All eyes in the Divine Court turned to Sanders, but he seemed oblivious to it all. He simply stood there silently, without any reaction whatsoever.

This guy, although he was shouting about going on an eastern campaign and letting the light of God shine in every corner of the Earth.

He was very clear about his own strength. Although he ranked first among the Seven Great Saints, everyone's strength was not much different.

Raphael was sliced to pieces with a single sword strike. What hope does he have The outcome of his actions is obvious even without thinking about it.

This woman is too powerful, they are no match for her.

At this moment, he recalled Helena's previous words, that China was a magical country, something the Pantheon couldn't provoke, not even these ancient monsters awakened from their slumber.

It's only now that I realize these things, but it's too late. Now I'm in a difficult position. I don't have the courage to act, and going back would be humiliating. All I can do is wait and see how things develop.

Though thousands were present, there was an unusual silence at this moment.

The hearts of others were also quite turbulent. They had been filled with ambition and zeal, believing that the time had finally come to dominate China.

Who would have thought that before even setting foot on the land of China, they would be so scared by someone else's strongmen.

Ye Bufan curled the corner of his mouth into a disdainful sneer: “Didn't you covet my China Didn't you want to go on an eastern expedition”

Come on, give me a show. Don't you even have the courage to make a move

"Little babies of China, with me around you're not even qualified to run wild!"

From the dark world, someone stepped forward with a raspy, unpleasant voice.

This guy was tall, but you couldn't see his features at all. He was covered in slimy green goo from head to toe, making him look utterly repulsive at first glance.

Aubameyang, a slumbering zombie from ages past, the green liquid is deadly corpse poison that would kill any ordinary person on contact.

This guy dared to stand up at this time because he had his own backing. As a thousand-year-old zombie, his defense was extremely strong, and ordinary swords and blades could not hurt him at all.

Furthermore, his corpse poison is such that even without contact, prolonged exposure to its miasma will result in harm.

Coming forward, his eyes, like dead fish, glanced at Ye Bufan and the others.

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