Eastern witchcraft dares call itself swordsmanship?

"Humans of the East, you have finally come to meet your end."

A cold, arrogant voice, devoid of any human emotion, came from the other side of the Divine Island.

The one who spoke was the one standing at the very front of the five God's Agent.

He was tall, nearly two meters, and his entire body was covered in a set of sacred heavy armor made of Mithril.

Every seam of the armor radiated a milky-white holy light, as if it were not a creation of this mortal realm.

Her brilliant blonde hair fluttered in the raging sea wind, and her azure eyes held a disdainful indifference as if she were looking at ants.

Gawain, the Chief Paladin of the Church Round Table Council.

Legend has it that he was the reincarnation of King Arthur's most loyal knight, with the sacred blood of Angel flowing through his veins.

Behind him, four other figures also exuded a suffocating aura.

A shadowy figure shrouded in a black cloak, with only a pair of eyes gleaming with a ghastly green light visible.

A woman with a voluptuous figure, long, vibrant green hair that writhed as if alive, licking her scarlet lips.

A berserker over 2.5 meters tall, with bulging muscles and Ancient Bronze skin, wielding two enormous Berserker Battle Axe.

The last person was a gaunt old man dressed in a black High Priest Robe, holding a thick Black Book, surrounded by an ominous aura of death.

Each of them left behind a formidable divine name in the the West world, a terrifying being powerful enough to suppress an entire nation.

"Before the Kingdom of God, our humble mortal bodies can only be saved by kneeling."

Gawain's voice rang out again, carrying an unquestionable divine pronouncement.

The moment he finished speaking, the divine power emanating from him and the four people behind him erupted without reservation!

Boom!

Five distinct yet equally terrifying Divine Power storms converged at this moment into a tangible golden tsunami.

The Thunderclap of Olympus, the deathly aura of the Underworld, the shadows of the Abyss, the rage of the War God, and the holy light of Angel intertwined.

It transformed into a terrifying pressure capable of crushing mountains and evaporating the sea, sweeping down on Yue Xiaofei and his group of five like a tidal wave!

Under this immense pressure, the seawater surrounding the Divine Island was forcibly lowered by tens of meters, forming a huge circular depression!

The violent energy even penetrated the barrier, causing warships from various countries dozens of nautical miles away to sound their piercing alarms at the same time!

"Warning! Extremely high-level energy reaction detected! Energy level... incalculable! Repeat, incalculable!"

"My God! Is this the power of God's Agent? Just its aura alone surpasses the limits of all S-Level powerhouses! How can we possibly fight this?"

"Oh no... The five people that the Dragon Kingdom sent this time don't seem to be that strong?"

As the broadcast unfolded globally, countless the West viewers held their breath, yet their faces involuntarily revealed fervor and excitement.

In their view, this is what gods should look like!

And those five people from the Dragon Kingdom.

Apart from the two tall men who looked somewhat imposing.

A sickly, blind woman, a little girl who hasn't even reached adulthood, and a young man wearing tattered cloth shoes, hands in his pockets, and a blade of grass dangling from his mouth?

This is utterly ridiculous!

However, just when everyone thought that the five people from the Dragon Kingdom would be directly crushed to their knees and vomit blood by this divine power, a strange scene occurred.

Facing the sacred tsunami that seemed to collapse like the sky and the earth, Yue Xiaofei, who was standing at the very front, did not even sway.

He didn't even lift his eyelids; he simply placed his right hand more comfortably on the hilt of the knife.

Beside him, Yue Feng planted the Black Greatsword, which was wrapped in Chains, into the ground with one hand.

With a muffled clang, nine tiny phantom images of True Dragon flashed across the sword.

The oppressive force, powerful enough to crush mountains, seemed to hit an invisible wall and automatically parted to both sides when it came within three feet of him.

Ning Hongye gripped the hilt of the Mo Dao with both hands, her dark red robes remaining motionless in the fierce wind, though she could not see.

However, the Spatial Law within a three-meter radius around him had begun to groan under the strain.

Any external energy that enters this range is instantly annihilated into the most primitive particles.

Han Duoduo yawned listlessly, switched the Lollipop in her mouth to the other side, and muttered to herself:

"Me, the Little Mouse, hate it when people put on airs in front of me. So what if it's an energy fluctuation? I'll show you what Matter-Antimatter Annihilation Cannon is like later."

Li Jiahao, who was ridiculed by the whole world, lazily raised his head, faced the overwhelming divine power, and spat out the foxtail grass in his mouth.

"It's so noisy."

He stuck out his little finger and picked at his ear, looking like he hadn't woken up yet.

"Hey you guys over there, if you're going to fight, then fight. Can you stop buzzing around like flies? You're disturbing my sleep."

Boom!

The moment he finished speaking, Yue Xiaofei stepped forward and placed his right hand on the Black-Gold Hongming Blade at his waist.

A gentle push with your thumb.

Clang!

A clear, resounding metallic cry, like the roar of Heavenly Dragon, instantly tore through the sacred storm!

Long sword, drawn half an inch from its sheath!

A pure, Black Gold Emperor Dragon Aura transformed into a hundred-zhang-long, ferocious black dragon phantom, roaring and soaring into the sky from behind Yue Xiaofei!

The golden tsunami, unleashed by the combined power of the five gods and capable of crushing everything, shattered into pieces the moment it touched the black dragon, like fragile glass!

The holy light and Thunderclap that filled the sky vanished completely.

The entire Divine Island returned to its deathly silence.

Only the black dragon's ethereal aura hovering in mid-air looked down at the five God's Agent opposite them, its dragon eyes filled with contempt.

"..."

For the first time, a hint of astonishment appeared on Gawain's handsome face.

The four people behind him also narrowed their eyes slightly.

Their combined attack was so easily broken by a single opponent?

How is that possible?

"Today, I will make all of the the West vanish into thin air!"

Yue Xiaofei's icy voice echoed in everyone's ears.

He stomped his right foot forward, and a series of rapid cracking sounds emanated from his bones, unleashing the domineering aura of the Black Emperor without reservation!

His hand gripped the hilt of the knife tightly.

The entire Black-Gold Hongming Blade, carrying an unparalleled killing intent capable of annihilating gods, was fiercely pulled forward three inches under the gaze of billions of eyes worldwide!

"The first battle!"

Gawain's face darkened, and he squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

He took a step forward, and the air in his hand distorted. A magnificent longsword, composed entirely of light and engulfed in several meters of milky-white holy flames, was drawn from the void.

The legendary "Sword in the Stone"!

"I'll do it!"

Gawain raised his lightsaber high, pointing it at the opposing Dragon Kingdom camp, his voice filled with anger and arrogance after being provoked.

"Let me use the light of God to sweep away your filthy Witchcraft from the East!"

"Which of you will die?"