The Most Powerful Overlord

Chapter 405: Super Battle

"We don’t have to stew it, as long as you agree to spend tonight with us and later become our... hmm, servant! Yes, that kind of servant, then we won’t stew it."

Hans said cheerfully to Shen Huamo.

At this moment, Ye Qingtian’s voice echoed softly: "First, you insulted my maid; second, you insulted my Da Huang; third, you previously insulted me as well, so you must die!"

"Haha, you sure talk big. You’re just a mortal, how are you going to kill me? In two or three years, I’ll be climbing the War God List, and I’ll become a Prince Consort of the Weiting Clan, marrying Princess Jenny! My life is headed for glory, and you? By then, you might be begging for food with your parents!"

Hans laughed heartily.

Ye Qingtian maintained the same expression, neither sad nor happy.

Hans became even more arrogant, "Little bastard, could it be that you have no parents? You wild breed! How are you going to kill me!"

"Da Huang, I’ll give you a chance, bite him to death," Ye Qingtian said to the little yellow dog.

Da Huang whimpered twice, still hiding behind Shen Huamo.

"Hahaha, it’s killing me with laughter. It’s just a small, ugly mutt, and you expect it to bite me to death? Is your mind kicked by a donkey?"

The laughter erupted again from Hans, and his subordinates began laughing wildly as well.

But at this moment, the little yellow dog started to growl, its eyes radiating fierce light.

In a flash of shadows, the little yellow dog bit into Hans’s neck.

"Ah... Let go, you stinky stray dog!" Hans screamed in pain, reaching to yank the little yellow dog away.

But the little yellow dog refused to let go, clamping down with its jaws.

"Hurry up and get it off me," Hans beckoned to his subordinates.

They snapped out of their stupor and rushed to help.

But even with five men pulling, they couldn’t tear the little yellow dog away.

Finally, the little yellow dog tore out a large chunk of flesh from Hans’s neck before swaggering back to Shen Huamo’s side.

Blood gushed from Hans’s neck uncontrollably.

"You couldn’t even contend with my dog, yet you dare challenge me. Oh, I forgot to tell you, the Weiting Clan branch has already been wiped out by me, and that War God List is worthless. I just killed the Fist Emperor ranked fourth on it. If you really like it that much, I suggest begging King Yama."

Ye Qingtian whispered to Hans.

Hans’s eyes widened in astonishment as he stared at Ye Qingtian, as if looking at a devil.

Then, with a thud, he collapsed onto the ground, drawing his last breath, only now realizing that the person before him was Ye Qingtian!

"Captain!" Hans’s men shouted one by one.

"Da Huang, leave none alive," Ye Qingtian said coldly.

In a flash, Da Huang moved, and with a ’puchi’ sound, a soldier fell.

’Puchi, puchi’—two more soldiers fell.

Puchi-puchi-puchi...

Hans’s special forces, none survived!

In despair, Hans felt deep grief, regretting ever provoking Ye Qingtian.

Woof woof...

After biting Hans’s subordinates to death, Da Huang barked proudly at Ye Qingtian.

"Humph, little beast, it’s just a few kills, nothing to brag about," Ye Qingtian shot a glare at him.

Da Huang whimpered twice, drooping its ears and sulking back to Shen Huamo’s side.

"Master, it’s already impressive. Such strength from something so small," Shen Huamo bent down, stroking Da Huang in praise.

Hearing this, Da Huang immediately looked like a happy dog, drooling all over.

"Damn, useless dog, behaving like that over a little praise!" Ye Qingtian snorted coldly.

The crowd, frozen at the scene, was jolted back to reality by Ye Qingtian’s scolding.

Just then, the Fierce Beast that had been besieged by Hans’s special forces came charging from afar.

Hans, gasping his last, grinned through the blood.

He desperately wanted to see how Ye Qingtian would be trampled by the Fierce Beast before he died!

"The fierce... fierce beast is coming, you won’t escape either," Hans said weakly.

"I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed." With that, Ye Qingtian exhaled lightly.

Before Xiao Jianting and Shen Huamo could act.

The ancient fierce beast died!

Xiao Jianting and Shen Huamo exchanged glances, both reading shock in each other’s eyes!

The grand ancient beast was killed by a single breath from Ye Qingtian.

No one would believe it, but it truly happened.

Black Demon and Jie Kong exchanged glances, each slightly surprised.

Hans stared wide-eyed in shock at Ye Qingtian.

The beast that his entire unit had struggled to subdue was killed by Ye Qingtian’s simple breath!

Hans finally swallowed his last breath, but his eyes remained open.

It seemed he truly died with regrets.

"Donor Ye’s strength is indeed extraordinary—no wonder my junior brother lost to you."

"But Donor Ye’s methods, to this monk, are mere tricks."

At this moment, Jie Kong seemed to descend like a Celestial Buddha!

Ye Qingtian lit a cigarette, looking at him calmly, a wicked smile playing at the corner of his lips: "My little tricks are more than enough to kill you."

"Donor, do not boast!" Jie Kong was infuriated.

"Monk, your vision is too narrow. Why not be my dog, and I’ll give you a few pointers?" Ye Qingtian took a drag from his cigarette, speaking slowly.

"Do not be impudent, Donor," Jie Kong protested angrily.

"Do you know how many heroes seek my guidance, and I haven’t granted them? It’s a gift to you. Your Buddhist Great Technique seems flawless, but it’s actually riddled with flaws."

Ye Qingtian spoke slowly.

Jie Kong was taken aback. Could this young man actually have such insight? Could he truly discern the flaws in his Buddhist Dharma?

However, Jie Kong quickly dismissed this thought.

"Donor, stop this bragging, face my strike!"

As he finished speaking, Jie Kong lowered his head, whispering the Buddhist chants, then suddenly lifted his head, roaring to the sky.

Then, a majestic Buddha Qi burst forth from within him.

The overwhelming Buddha Qi surged like a mighty river, rushing toward Ye Qingtian.

In an instant, countless ice blocks on the icefield shattered, and a gust of wind centered on Jie Kong swept out.

The gust carried the ice, swirling it into a frenzied storm, magnificent and boundless!

Ye Qingtian’s clothes were tousled, his hair disordered, yet he stood undaunted like Mount Tai!

But Shen Huamo and Xiao Jianting couldn’t withstand the wind, being blown away into the distance.

Da Huang clung to Shen Huamo’s leg, yelping in fright.

Only Black Demon stood calmly nearby, observing the scene.

Then, a massive Buddha character suddenly floated out from Jie Kong’s palm, overwhelmingly pressing toward Ye Qingtian.

That tremendous force seemed like tumultuous waves, like Mount Tai descending.

Ye Qingtian took a leisurely drag from his cigarette, nonchalantly casting a glance at the monk, then casually swung his fist!

It was a limp and seemingly weak punch that quickly collided with Jie Kong’s domineering palm.

BOOM!

A thunderous crash sounded, like a thunderclap, causing ice chunks to fly everywhere on the icefield!