Chapter 1190 - 1189: The Great Battle Approaches

"Mr. Ye, I am here on behalf of Lord Eight-faced Buddha to deliver a challenge to you! Lord Eight-faced Buddha invites you to a duel at Holy Spirit Mountain, and hopes you arrive on time!"

Ji Xiuling stood before Ye Qingchen, ignoring the angry glares from the surrounding Cyan Flame Sect members like Ying Chutian and Sun Gao, and instead looked at Ye Qingchen with a mocking gaze, feeling secretly pleased:

'You certainly didn't expect that just after you released me, I would return with a challenge letter. How does that feel?'

"What did I say before?"

Ye Qingchen glanced at the challenge letter, but spoke calmly.

"What?"

Ji Xiuling's smile froze.

"I told you to crawl back to the Western Wilderness, yet you still have the guts to appear before me?" Ye Qingchen slowly raised his head, his eyes narrowing as a green light instantly condensed into a solid form, crackling in the void.

An enormous spiritual force transformed into a tide in an instant, crushing the void with a crackling explosion, ruthlessly surging towards Ji Xiuling. Ji Xiuling's delicate body trembled, as if struck by lightning, her body swayed violently, retreating several steps, nearly falling, and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The several Ghost Cultivators accompanying Ji Xiuling all had drastic changes in their expressions.

This fierce god merely glanced, and Ji Xiuling suffered a heavy blow. Only then did they remember that the person before them was not some weak and deceitful youth, but the infamous Celestial South Fierce God. For a moment, their previous smug expressions were nowhere to be found.

"Mr. Ye, in the war between two armies, the messenger is not harmed!" Ji Xiuling wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said, forced by circumstances: "Could it be that you will disregard your status and strike at a weak woman like me?"

She knew that someone like Ye Qingchen held himself in high regard, so she used words to hold him in check first.

"You are smart, but smart people often don't live long!" How could Ye Qingchen not be aware of the other's little thoughts, just unwilling to bother, he gave Ji Xiuling a deep look and said:

"I told you to inform the Twelve Demon Sects to retreat to the Western Wilderness, yet you've brought the Eight-faced Buddha to me!"

As Ye Qingchen spoke, he leaned back on the chair, while Ningshuang had already respectfully placed a fragrant tea in front of Ye Qingchen, revealing a lava-like red tea as the porcelain cup lid was lifted.

Red Rock Tea!

The top-tier tea of the Cyan Flame Sect, even Yi Tianli seldom had the chance to taste it.

But now it was offered by the Cyan Flame Sect for Ye Qingchen.

Seeing this, the few Ghost Cultivators present couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. Although the Eight-faced Buddha was only one of the Twelve Demon Sects, he was from the Ghost Cultivators and represented many Ghost Cultivators of the Western Wilderness.

It could be said.

More than 80% of the Western Wilderness's Ghost Cultivators are somewhat connected with the Eight-faced Buddha. If someone else dared to speak this way, they would have already jumped out to mock or attacked in unison. But in front of this Celestial South Fierce God, they dared not utter a word.

"I understand!"

And so, the few Ghost Cultivators exchanged glances with each other, waiting until Ye Qingchen finished drinking the cup of lava-like tea, before he glanced at Ji Xiuling, who was drenched in cold sweat.

He spoke slowly:

"I won't kill you now! Go back to Holy Spirit Mountain and tell the Eight-faced Buddha that I will arrive on time. Tell him to wash his neck and wait for me! After I kill the Eight-faced Buddha, I'll come to sweep away you Ghost Cultivators!"

"Fine, in seven days, at the summit of Holy Spirit Mountain, we await your arrival!"

Ji Xiuling bowed deeply and then led the group away.

The other Ghost Cultivators bowed their heads deeply, not daring to breathe a sigh of relief until leaving the Cyan Flame Sect, feeling like a massive stone had been lifted from their chests:

"Wow, so this is the Celestial South Fierce God! Truly domineering!"

"Yes, yes, I was really worried that in his anger, he'd have left us there! If he wanted to act, I'm afraid all of us combined couldn't stop him!"

The Ghost Cultivators present recalled the scene in front of Ye Qingchen, unable to help but glance toward Ji Xiuling:

"Lord Ji, is Lord Eight-faced Buddha capable of handling someone as terrifying as Ye the Demon?"

Indeed!

Everyone nodded repeatedly.

They originally held some disdain before seeing Ye Qingchen, but when facing this Celestial South Fierce God directly, they realized how terrifying he was. Worthy of his fearsome reputation, pressing down on Southern Heaven single-handedly.

"Rest assured, the power of Lord Eight-faced Buddha is unfathomable, and not something Ye Qingchen can easily contend with!"

Ji Xiuling raised her head, her eyes ice-cold.

...

After Ji Xiuling and the others left.

Ying Chutian spoke with a worried look:

"Mr. Ye, are you really going to accept the Eight-faced Buddha's challenge?"

"Why not?" Ye Qingchen casually placed the teacup down, Ningshuang immediately took it up, "Did you not hope I would drive the Western Wilderness Demon Sect away? Why worry now, are you afraid I'm not a match for the Eight-faced Buddha?"

Ying Chutian's face turned pale upon having his thoughts revealed, he hurriedly wiped his sweaty forehead, awkwardly laughing: "Mr. Ye's Martial Arts Divine Techniques are naturally fearless. It's just that Eight-faced Buddha..."

The Cyan Flame Sect has had deep dealings with the Eight-faced Buddha.

It could be said.

To the Cyan Flame Sect, the Eight-faced Buddha is a nightmare, a being from the same era as its founder. His terrifying nature is like a mark, deeply engraved in the Divine Souls of everyone.

"Is he very strong?" Ye Qingchen asked casually.

"Very strong!" Ying Chutian said solemnly, "The Cyan Flame Sect has had over thirty Sect Leaders since its inception! Nearly half fell at the hands of the Eight-faced Buddha. Besides that, many high-ranking members!"

"That's indeed strong!" Ye Qingchen nodded slightly, then raised his eyebrows: "However, since he's that strong, your Cyan Flame Sect should have been wiped out already!"

Upon hearing this, Ying Chutian gave a bitter smile and said: "The Twelve Demon Sects of the Western Wilderness are inherently at odds, holding grudges against each other, not only acting independently but even striking at one another. If they united, Southern Heaven would have been leveled long ago!"

"Moreover, the Eight-faced Buddha is not just a powerful Ghost God himself, there are eight faces on his body, each one is a Top-level Celestial Immortal in their own right! That means not only do you face the Eight-faced Buddha, but the most exceptional, powerful Top-level Celestial Immortals in the history of the Southern Heaven and Western Wilderness!"

Ying Chutian spoke with a serious expression.

"Is that so?"

Ye Qingchen's eyes slightly raised.

To face a dominating figure that has existed for thousands of years is headache enough, plus eight equally strong Ghost Gods!?

How terrifying is such an existence?

Yet Ye Qingchen was not afraid at all, instead, he gave a faint smile and said:

"Relax, watch how I flatten Holy Spirit Mountain! I'll make that old demon disperse into smoke and ash!"

Hearing this, Ying Chutian bowed his head deeply.

But.

A trace of deep worry inevitably appeared in his eyes.

Could Ye Qingchen really be a match for the Eight-faced Buddha?

In the blink of an eye.

The seven days were up.

The great battle was about to begin!