The Beautiful CEO's Super Soldier King-Chapter 1640: The Eight Eminent Monks

It was as if they were in a temple annex or a place like the Scripture Pavilion.

Incense burners were placed on both sides, emitting a pleasant fragrance.

Moreover, there were bookshelves on both sides, lined with a variety of scriptures.

And each one was an ancient book!

"This finally feels like a temple. Before, it seemed more like a graveyard."

A rare relaxed smile appeared on the corners of Ye Chenfeng’s mouth.

But in his heart, Ye Chenfeng was even more vigilant, his whole being tense, like the string of a crossbow.

The more peaceful and beautiful the scene appeared on the surface, the more terrifying things were often hidden beneath.

The group cautiously moved forward to a long corridor, all arranged in this manner.

Occasionally, they could see a small Buddha statue, whose craftsmanship and style clearly showed the legacy from Divine Land.

This place resembled a Buddhist holy ground, walking through the corridor felt like being bathed in Buddha’s Light, indescribably comfortable all over.

"Please return, patrons!"

Suddenly, a Brahman Sound echoed like Heavenly Thunder, deafening and resonant.

Ye Chenfeng’s gaze sharpened into dangerous pinpoints.

A short distance ahead, eight monks in yellow robes appeared, all sitting cross-legged on the ground.

They did not have shaved heads but short hair, uniformly black.

Their faces were extremely youthful, giving no hint of their age.

But Ye Chenfeng was certain that these eight monks were old masters of frightening age, only their cultivation was so high that it wasn’t evident on the surface.

The eyes of the eight monks shone like stars, staring intently at Ye Chenfeng and his group.

The monks exuded no trace of a fierce aura, resembling ordinary people.

Yet, Ye Chenfeng and his group felt unparalleled pressure, as if the eight monks’ presence caused a deep-rooted fear.

The nine Divine Warriors they encountered not long ago were already formidable, but compared to these people, they were like ants!

These eight monks gave Ye Chenfeng a feeling akin to encountering Master Ku Ye in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple.

Completely unfathomable.

After glancing at them, Ye Chenfeng focused his gaze on the wooden door behind them.

Surely, if this door was opened, it would lead to the long-yearned-for place.

Having come this far, success is the only option; failure is not allowed!

A cold glint shot from Ye Chenfeng’s eyes...

"In that case, let’s fight!"

Ye Tiannan, holding the blade of Mikazuki Munechika, stepped forward.

"Huh?"

The gazes of the eight monks fell on Mikazuki Munechika, followed by an expression of realization.

They likely thought of Yizang Heitian immediately!

"Masters, asking us to turn back is impossible!"

Ye Chenfeng smiled.

"Amitabha!"

The eight monks collectively chanted, their voices vast, like a long-resonating bell warning worldly sins.

"Old Ye, to save time. I’ll handle them with Near-God Heaven’s Officials, you head to the next stage."

Ye Tiannan whispered.

Ye Chenfeng shook his head: "No chance. Each one here is terrifyingly powerful. No escaping under their eyes without taking them down."

Although they spoke quietly, the eight monks definitely could hear it.

"Then what are we waiting for! Kill!"

Before Ye Tiannan’s words faded, he shot out like an arrow from a bow, creating a terrifying airwave.

"Boom!"

In the blink of an eye, Ye Tiannan appeared before the eight monks, wielding Mikazuki Munechika mercilessly.

Like a dragon emerging from the sea, the strike bore destructive force, unmatchedly coming down.

Ye Tiannan intended to take on everyone with one blow!

"Boom!"

At the critical moment, one monk in front of Ye Tiannan seemed to defy gravity and rose into the air.

Instantly, the monk transformed, diving down like a falcon.

"Ding!"

Moving like lightning, the monk appeared without warning before Ye Tiannan, flicking Mikazuki Munechika, producing a crisp sound akin to a grand bell.

"Buzz, buzz..."

A simple flick reverberated through Ye Tiannan’s ears like thunderclaps, making them ring intensely.

His ears even felt wet, indicating blood seeping out.

Simultaneously, Ye Tiannan retreated several steps.

"Bang!" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Ye Chenfeng slapped Ye Tiannan’s back, helping him stabilize.

Immediately, the eight monks rose, forming a formation to press toward Ye Chenfeng and his companions.

The monk on the left suddenly took a deep breath, visibly signaled by a rising motion between his stomach and throat.

"Roar!"

Then, the monk exhaled.

Enormous sound waves akin to an invisible tsunami storm surged forth, capable of obliterating everything.

It had some of the power of the Shaolin Lion’s Roar!

The overwhelming waves advanced in an instant.

"Heavenly Dragon Roar!"

Building momentum, Ye Chenfeng also exhaled.

Similarly turbulent sound waves attacked back.

"Rumble..."

The collision of sound waves shook the Divine Emperor Temple.

The deafening soundwaves caused blood to flow from Sikong Zhairiyue’s eyes, ears, mouth, and nasal cavity.

Had Ye Tiannan not clamped down, Sikong Zhairiyue would’ve met their end.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Under Ye Chenfeng’s Heavenly Dragon Roar, the monk withdrew several steps.

Ye Chenfeng stood his ground, his gaze chillingly fixed on the eight.

"Poof!"

But then, a stream of blood spewed from Ye Chenfeng’s mouth.

He had been enduring intensely but ultimately couldn’t hold back.

This was due to Ye Chenfeng’s diligent practice of the Wine God Breathing Technique, giving the Heavenly Dragon Roar such power.

Otherwise, the monk’s soundwave alone could’ve sent Ye Chenfeng flying.

In the first two exchanges, Ye Chenfeng and Ye Tiannan were at a disadvantage.

Moreover, even in one-on-one, the other side had eight people.

"Kill!"

Ye Chenfeng and his two companions exchanged glances and suddenly attacked.

They needed to seize control of the offensive pace.

All three launched simultaneously, their speed was fast enough.

Yet, the monks were even faster, charging them like tanks.

Showing no mercy, they attacked together.

"Snap!"

Eight terrifying forces merged into a tidal wave of invisible might, pressing down.

"Bang!"

Ye Chenfeng and the trio were pushed back by the monks, blasted away.

"Screech..."

Sliding back dozen of meters before halting, each one felt their blood surging in their chests.