King of Assassins-Chapter 814 - 601: Holy Hall’s Trump Card

Yuan Ping'an was reciting the spell at an incredibly fast pace, completing the chanting and sealing within a second.

Gao Xuan watched from the side, seeing clearly, and he even sensed Yuan Ping'an's boiling divine soul.

According to Yuan Ping'an, the spell should be called the Profound Origin Seven Swords.

A thousand years of evolution had fundamentally improved the combat awareness of the Holy Knights. Their secret techniques emphasized long-range attacks.

Overcoming the near with the distant has always been a combat axiom.

The establishment of the cultivation system allowed even low-level cultivators to use Source Power more flexibly. The widespread use of magical artifacts had significantly enhanced their battle prowess.

The sword box of the Holy Hall, in essence, is a magical artifact imbued with runes.

A thousand years ago, even a Golden Level sword artifact might not have been as effective as this sword artifact. Therefore, the Holy Hall was incredibly strong in individual combat power.

Even though Yuan Anping was vastly outmatched, his divine soul power surged instantly when he used the secret technique. This was also due to the might of the sword artifact.

This made Gao Xuan see him in a new light. This move was truly remarkable!

Unfortunately, although he could see the details of Yuan Ping'an's communication between his divine soul and the sword artifact, he ultimately couldn't see the rune transformation.

He could understand this move, and he could see the essence and core of power changes. But without the corresponding secret technique and sword artifact, he couldn't use it himself.

Yuan Ping'an had no idea he'd been thoroughly observed by Gao Xuan; all his attention was on the White Tiger Demon God.

The White Tiger Cult had a massive influence on the Nanyuan Continent, and their doctrine encouraged bravery and combativeness. Believing in the White Tiger Demon God greatly enhanced individual power.

This particular advantage attracted countless low-level cultivators.

The White Tiger Cult thus shed its limitation of spreading only at the lower levels, gaining significant influence in the middle echelons.

The Holy Hall was also very focused on the White Tiger Cult. After all, the faith of this Evil God was quite unique and valuable for research.

As for the White Tiger Cult, the Holy Hall didn't care much. The Outer Star Realm was merely a testing ground to see what tricks these Evil Gods could pull.

No matter how many cult followers there were, once the Evil God was slain, the cult would inevitably fall apart.

This time, the White Tiger Cult Apostle dared to meddle with the Holy Hall's affairs, clearly overstepping their bounds.

Yuan Ping'an didn't expect that the White Tiger Demon God dared to project and descend. Even if they managed to kill a few of them, the White Tiger Demon God was doomed.

As a shrewd Evil God, for the White Tiger Demon God to act like this truly baffled Yuan Ping'an.

However, he still believed he could kill the opponent. A mere Evil God, no matter how powerful, couldn't compare to the Holy Knights.

The spell was complete, the Profound Origin Seven Swords appeared.

The sword box hidden on Yuan Ping'an's right forearm was activated, and a short sword of twenty centimeters transformed into silver light and shot out.

The silver sword light split into seven in midair, shooting at the White Tiger from various directions.

The White Tiger, suspended in midair, didn't move, letting the seven sword lights stab into it.

The light-transformed body of the White Tiger was slashed by the seven sharp sword lights, creating cracks. The massive body filled with evil qi seemed on the verge of disintegrating.

Gao Xuan, however, knew something was amiss; the Profound Origin Seven Swords were brilliant but hadn't struck the core of the White Tiger Demon God's projection.

The White Tiger Demon God was able to project here using the divine soul power of two Apostles.

Although the White Tiger was a light projection, it had an invisible spiritual core that could gather the two Apostles' divine souls to maintain this light body.

Yuan Anping's swordsmanship and magic were remarkable. His decisive attack, however, was misled by the White Tiger Demon God's divine power. The seven swords all missed their mark.

Sure enough, the light on the White Tiger's body suddenly intensified, the seven divided sword lights were enveloped by the divine light on the White Tiger's body, severing Yuan Ping'an's connection to the flying sword.

At this point, Yuan Ping'an's expression changed. The three young warriors he brought along were even more panicked.

Their power level was vastly inferior to Yuan Ping'an's. Accompanying him was merely for experience.

Since Yuan Ping'an was outmatched, they stood no chance.

Realizing the danger, the three young men were terrified and at a loss for what to do.

With the spiritual power on the sword artifact severed, the split sword lights all dissipated, and the sword artifact reverted to its solid state.

The White Tiger's eyes, like torches, cast divine light like two beams directly onto Yuan Ping'an.

Yuan Ping'an felt as if struck by lightning, his body was electrified instantaneously, and he was blasted backward like a cannonball, crashing through a large hole in the building behind.

The three young warriors stood dumbfounded. They wanted to fight back but were completely suppressed by the evil qi of the White Tiger Demon God, unable to exert any divine soul power at all.

The Paladins' power foundation was based on divine souls. Once the divine soul was suppressed, they could not release the flying sword even with the sword box.

The White Tiger Demon God expanded the Divine Realm; the immense power of the Divine pierced through defenses and directly suppressed the several Paladins, showcasing the mighty power of the Divine.

The faces of the young warriors showed despair.

With Yuan Ping'an's fate unknown, they were thoroughly suppressed by the White Tiger Demon God, left to await death with open eyes. It was a dreadful feeling.

The three young warriors, accustomed to smooth sailing since birth, had never encountered such a scene before. All three were on the brink of mental collapse.

Gao Xuan saw that the situation was dire, that the Holy Hall was on the brink of a complete wipeout.

He formed a seal with his left hand, shouting in a low voice: "Quick!"

Gao Xuan activated the Profound Divine Seal. His divine soul power was incomparably pure, fully comprehending rune transformation, needing no holding seal to activate the Dharma Seal.

But in the presence of several Paladins, Gao Xuan still carefully concealed his actions, ensuring no slip-ups in the details.