Ye Qiu sighed lightly, no longer agonizing over which method to use to defeat Armand, the decision already made in his mind. "Afraid? Or conceding?" Armand said slowly, his nails growing out once more on the newly recovered hand, moving gently with the motion of his fingers. "Conceding? Haha..." Ye Qiu chuckled softly, suddenly, his eyes shot out a burst of brilliance. Armand was completely taken aback, and immediately after, he froze entirely. Ye Qiu took two or three steps, directly closing in, and grasped Armand’s neck with one hand. For a moment, Armand came to his senses, astonished to find himself held in Ye Qiu’s grasp. "Ah!" Armand roared, wanting to break free from Ye Qiu’s hold, but Ye Qiu’s hand gripped him tightly like a vice. "Move again, and you die!" Ye Qiu said directly. Armand immediately calmed down, "Alright, alright... I underestimated you, today I, Armand, admit defeat." Ye Qiu released his grip, beckoning Shangguan Mingyue, while Armand stood silently, letting Shangguan Mingyue and Ye Qiu gradually walk away. Many people around were dumbfounded. Updates are released by ɴovelfire.net "Duke, shall we pursue them?" The members of the vampire clan asked eagerly, seeing Armand’s grim expression. Armand waved his hand, "No need, this person was always hiding his strength, what he showed when we clashed was merely superficial power. Even I wasn’t his match; it would be useless for you to go." Hearing this, several vampire clan elites were stunned, their king spoke so highly of one individual, could that man truly be so powerful? To be honest, the final scene left few who understood why Armand didn’t resist and was easily choked by Ye Qiu. Only Armand knew in his heart how fragile he was in front of Ye Qiu at that time. The sensation of one’s soul swaying, drowsily sleepy, yet unable to remain fully conscious was truly unbearable. What left Armand most powerless was that for several seconds, he couldn’t make any movements, his body was entirely beyond his control. If all this was Ye Qiu’s doing, then it could only be said that Ye Qiu was terrifying. Thus, Armand wisely stopped, despite his strong affection for Shangguan Mingyue and his desire to kill Ye Qiu, he realized through that brief moment that Ye Qiu was not simple. Armand ceased action, allowing Ye Qiu to take Shangguan Mingyue away. The wedding not long begun came to an abrupt end . Besides Armand, Li An was another to feel dejected, witnessing Shangguan Mingyue, typically stern and fairy-like, smile several times at that man. Li An knew what it meant, feeling bitter despite his unwillingness to accept reality. He had to admit he was no match for Ye Qiu, at least not possessing the strength to take Shangguan Mingyue from Armand. This long-standing unrequited love was buried deep in his heart, Li An chuckled bitterly twice and didn’t stay, leaving a unnoticed lonely silhouette. The matter stopped , originally thought by many to lead to an earth-shattering battle, ended abruptly in just a few dozen breaths. Armand let Ye Qiu and Shangguan Mingyue leave, witness by many present, resulting in the vampire clan losing significant face. Additionally, it made the world’s mighty aware. For the vampire clan, this was no small blow; their king was defeated, inexplicably defeated, yet Armand had little to explain about it. Many people took hurried leave from Armand, departing the holy lake, his defeat leading many to reevaluate their thoughts on Ye Qiu, predicting that after today, many mighty figures would seek to establish good relations with Ye Qiu. The wedding itself was more like a farce, Ye Qiu in front of the world harshly slapped the vampire clan. That night, the matter of Ye Qiu stealing the bride and taking away the ravishing bride continued to be hotly discussed on the underground world websites. Meanwhile, in Huaxia, martial artists had another perspective, believing Ye Qiu’s victory over Armand was inevitable because he is the world’s number one strongman, Huaxia’s War God. For those bearing a grudge against Ye Qiu, the mood was not good, initially expecting Armand to thoroughly defeat Ye Qiu, only to witness great embarrassment instead, leaving some feeling unfulfilled, secretly cursing the vampire clan for incompetence. However, ordinary people were baffled by the fight, yet they could clearly see that their silver-haired madman was truly impressive, showing such power globally, bringing great pride to Huaxia. Ye Qiu’s popularity surged once again. For a time, "silver-haired madman" topped the trending search lists, sidelining all gossip news. Actually, Ye Qiu’s worldwide appearance influenced more than just this. His confrontation with Armand had been recorded by many, especially those with animosity towards Ye Qiu, coveting his world’s number one position, hoping the video could reveal a way to defeat Ye Qiu. Ye Qiu’s defeat of Armand surprised many, but in Ye Qiu’s own mind, it was no big deal; he’d made western gods retreat, let alone a vampire surviving solely by drinking blood. His true enemy, Armand isn’t in the ranks; Ye Qiu’s real concern was the impending calamity. In a remote part of Western Europe, a youth knelt before a statue, surrounded by dozens of red-clad archbishops chanting scriptures. Then from the statue before the youth burst a ray of white light enveloping the youth. From the white light emerged a figure; upon closer examination, the heart of the figure was a pulsating flame, the flame of the soul. If Ye Qiu were here, he’d instantly recognize that this was God. The flame entered the youth’s body, causing sudden convulsions, and upon reopening his eyes, all surrounding red-clad archbishops knelt down, chanting, "Congratulations on the return of the divine." The youth perceived his own physical strength, feeling exceedingly content. Those previously clear eyes now turned extraordinarily deep and cold. "With this flesh, my strength can be fully utilized," the youth murmured slowly. Then he recalled the person nearly costing him his life, eyes blazing with fury: "Ye Qiu, our next meeting won’t be long, by then, you’ll pay for what you’ve done." God’s voice echoed through the rundown chapel, with red-clad archbishops repeatedly chanting, "My divine light shines upon the world."