Chapter 1198 - 1197: Celestial South Fierce God, Invincible in the World

As Ye Qingchen's palm struck down, Holy Spirit Mountain sank into a dead silence, soundless for a long time.

"The winner has been decided!"

At this moment.

For those watching from outside the mountain, the same thought surfaced in their minds.

"Who won and who lost?"

More people stretched their necks, eyes wide open, looking towards Holy Spirit Mountain.

However.

The powerful Qi within the mountain remained undiminished, the grand array undisturbed. If one extended their divine sense into the mountain, it was met with an impenetrable mass like granite, unable to advance even an inch. Even formidable celestial beings felt as if their senses were plunged into a swamp.

"It must be the Eight-faced Buddha!"

Ji Xiuling's face was all smiles, her pride almost spilling from her face as she shook her head and said with a smirk, "What is the Celestial South Fierce God? It is nothing significant! As soon as Lord Buddha acts, this Ye the Demon will be sent to hell! Though he managed to hold on for so long, it's beyond my expectation!"

In her eyes.

What caliber of strength was the Eight-faced Buddha?

Not only had his cultivation reached the Celestial Immortal Seventh Layer, but he also possessed eight ghost god puppets; such power could sweep through the Southern Heaven and stand at the absolute pinnacle among the Western Wilderness Celestial Immortals!

That Ye Qingchen could endure against the Eight-faced Buddha for this long exceeded her expectations.

"Indeed, how could our Lord Buddha be an easy rival? Without ten out of ten certainty, why would he personally challenge Ye Qingchen?" A blue-faced, sharp-toothed Ghost God, with hands clasped behind his back, commented with a wry smile, "Ye Qingchen is too young!"

"Haha, and yet he dared to accept the challenge? He even dared to tell us Demon Cultivators to roll back to the Western Wilderness?" One Demon Cultivator laughed wildly without restraint.

The other Demon Cultivators in the scene also looked pleased with themselves when they heard this.

Everyone knew.

The reputation of the Celestial South Fierce God was well-known to them.

And the Eight-faced Buddha, being an old demon of the Western Wilderness, perhaps the strongest among the Twelve Demon Sects, naturally represented the face of the Western Wilderness. If the Eight-faced Buddha were to lose, the other demon sects would surely be cautious, obediently retreating to the Western Wilderness.

Conversely.

If the Eight-faced Buddha won, no one in the Southern Heaven could stop their advance.

"Could it be that Mr. Ye has lost?"

On the other side.

The people of the Southern Heaven were all bereaved at this moment.

Zheng Jiuling, Sea of Zhou, Lu Yanwu, Kong Jing, those who came specifically to watch and cheer for Ye Qingchen, looked at the jubilant demon cultivators from the Western Wilderness, unable to hide their somber expressions.

Even Su Moran's expression darkened slightly, letting out a faint sigh.

Clang clang clang!

At this moment, the sound of chains clattering came.

"What is that?"

Instantly, everyone in the scene widened their eyes and looked ahead. All of a sudden, the immense chains that were originally surrounding Holy Spirit Mountain, formed from numerous ghostly Qis, rapidly disintegrated at this moment, as if ripped apart by invisible giant hands!

The accumulated powerful Qi, ghost Qi, evil Qi, and spiritual Qi within the grand array, accompanied by dust, poured out like a flood accumulated for three days and nights, suddenly rushing out with unparalleled force.

It pushed everyone gathered outside Holy Spirit Mountain to watch back.

Seeing this scene, many demon cultivators in the scene couldn't restrain their wild joy, shouting loudly:

"The Eight-faced Buddha is about to come out!"

And at the same time.

The people from the Southern Heaven, who still had hope, also saw their expressions darken, feeling despair to the extreme.

Everyone knew that this grand array, named Chaos Sky Curtain, was a signature array of the Eight-faced Buddha. Few could unravel it. In everyone's eyes, even if Ye Qingchen could resolve it, it would require considerable methods and might be trapped for three days and nights, never this effortlessly and swiftly.

"Lord Buddha!"

Ji Xiuling adjusted her clothes, preparing to step forward to greet him.

Meanwhile, the people of the Southern Heaven frowned heavily, worrying about what might happen if the Eight-faced Buddha targeted them.

"Who are you calling for?"

A gentle voice caused Ji Xiuling to turn pale with fear.

"How is it possible?"

She exclaimed, quickly glancing forward, her pupils shrinking to the extreme. Simultaneously, other demon cultivators in the scene also looked forward, their expressions changing drastically!

"What is going on?"

Everyone in the scene looked ahead, trying to discern the unfolding scene.

They saw.

On Holy Spirit Mountain, as the rolling Qi forces and dust dissipated, the scene within gradually came into view. The large Holy Spirit Mountain had completely vanished, replaced by ruins.

Only a young man in a flowing robe, with blue clothes and dark hair, hands behind his back, slowly descended.

When everyone saw this figure, all the demon cultivators from the Western Wilderness turned pale, unable to believe it.

That figure was none other than Ye Qingchen!

"You..."

Ji Xiuling was struck as if by a bolt from the blue, in disbelief.

Ye Qing fiercely clenched his fist, shouting loudly.

Many demon cultivators' expressions changed drastically, as if mourning the dead.

Meanwhile, the Celestial South Cultivators widened their eyes, faces filled with wild joy, feeling a boundless sense of relief. Ever since the Twelve Demon Sects of the Western Wilderness swept through, all the frustration accumulated in their chests was instantly cleared.

Victory!

It was not the Eight-faced Buddha who walked down alive from Holy Spirit Mountain in the end, but Ye Qingchen!

"Who are you calling for?"

Ye Qingchen ignored the astonished, shocked, fearful, or ecstatic gazes around him, slowly descended with hands behind his back, already standing in front of Ji Xiuling.

Facing the Celestial South Fierce God again, how could Ji Xiuling retain her previous confidence? All she felt was a terrifying chill enveloping her. It was as if being stared at by a primeval beast!

"Ye...Ye Qingchen, how is it you?" Ji Xiuling, forcing herself to speak, stammered, "Where...where is Lord Buddha?"

"The Eight-faced Buddha?"

Ye Qingchen chuckled lightly, meeting the expectant gazes of many demon cultivators and numerous Celestial South Cultivators around, and said blandly:

"Dead!"

Upon hearing this.

Ji Xiuling's mind went blank, the last sliver of hope in her heart shattered, feeling as if she had fallen into an abyss. The Western Wilderness Demon Cultivators fell into a dead silence, their faces ashen. Meanwhile, the Celestial Immortals on the Southern Heaven side couldn't hold back their cheers.

Although they did not know why the Eight-faced Buddha, a strong Celestial Immortal Seventh Layer with eight ghost god puppets, lost to Ye Qingchen. But now that it was Ye Qingchen who walked down from Holy Spirit Mountain, it was clear that the Eight-faced Buddha had been defeated!

However.

They didn't know that the Eight-faced Buddha was not dead but suppressed within the Crimson Mist Cauldron by Ye Qingchen. However, this was almost no different from death. Once the time limit was up, the Eight-faced Buddha would naturally dissipate.

Of course, Ye Qingchen didn't bother to explain anything to them.

Instead, he slightly shifted his gaze back onto Ji Xiuling, whose face was ashen, and said blandly:

"Now, it's your turn!"

Ji Xiuling shuddered, her eyes filled with fear, trembling as she asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I gave you a chance to get out of the Southern Heaven, but you didn't take it. What do you think I'll do?" Ye Qingchen looked at her quietly: "Did you think I was joking with you?"

Bang!

With those words, Ye Qingchen already lifted his hand.

A vast force erupted, surging out like a tidal wave, sweeping across in an instant, before anyone could react and already swept over Ji Xiuling.

In an instant, this Celestial Immortal, Ghost God was ground to dust like a dried branch under a torrential flood.

Seeing this scene.

Numerous demon cultivators in the scene trembled to the extreme, a thought relentlessly storming through their minds:

"This Celestial South Fierce God is now unrivaled in the world!"