Chapter 680 - 462: Lawless and Unrestrained
"In other places, because there are many ordinary people, the weaker martial artists need protection, which is why mighty powers to suppress demon fiends are set up. The Holy City is not a place to protect the weak.
If the weak come here without self-awareness and die, they can only blame themselves. As for fighting demon fiends, if a demon army truly invades the Holy City, any arrays are just for show."
Wei Fan smiled and nodded, realizing he somewhat liked this place. This truly is a gathering place for the strong.
This is the frontline of the human race against demon fiends, and who here hasn’t battled with demon fiends for years? Those demon fiends probably don’t dare enter here either.
"Rules then, are there any rules we should be aware of here?"
The two openly conversed, drawing attention from many as Wei Fan’s clueless demeanor clearly marked him as a newcomer to the Holy City.
In fact, there are newcomers here every day, but someone like Wei Fan who knows nothing is quite rare.
Li Jianchen said in a low voice, "There are no rules whatsoever. In the Holy City, strength reigns supreme. If you dislike someone, feel free to kill them. If someone dislikes you, they can also feel free to kill you.
The mantra remains: The Holy City protects no one. If you have the ability, even if you tear down all four Divine Cities and dismantle the headquarters of the Demon Hunter Organization, there are no issues with that — as long as you possess unbridled power.
As long as you’re not afraid that fighting will affect others, or that battling will destroy someone’s home and get you killed, do as you please."
Simply put, it’s a no-rules world, where a bigger fist means you’re the law. Without power, you can only bow down.
The Holy City is a gathering of strong individuals, all talents from the Eastern Domain. Setting too many rules would be unfavorable. Martial artists thrive on bravery, and even with established rules, they would still kill outside the city.
Better to set no rules, letting everyone exercise caution instead.
If you’re capable, you can even destroy the Holy City with no issue. If you’re incapable, even harming a blade of grass here will have people come to settle the score with you.
"The Holy City is truly unique!"
Wei Fan exclaimed, recalling Zhou Shen’s suggestion to come to the Holy City, saying no one dared use imperial soldiers here. Wei Fan thought it might be full of rules and therefore safe.
Now, it seems the Holy City is truly a mix of dragons and snakes, with people from Martial Emperor Clans and the Martial Emperor Sect abound, preventing anyone from daring to use imperial soldiers here.
Any random house by the roadside may house a disciple from a Martial Emperor Clan. Destroy their house and you’re bound to provoke them.
Inns owned by Martial Emperor Clans, weapon shops run by Martial Emperor Sects — do you dare to cause trouble there?
Though it seems ruleless, the place is governed by rules everywhere, replacing "law" with "self-restraint."
Even in fights, one must hold back their power; Great Saint powerhouses don’t dare run rampant here.
"Haha... Li Jianchen, where did you find such a bumpkin who knows nothing and simply ran to the Holy City? Is he your disciple?"
After a loud laugh, several figures flew in from outside the Holy City, landing in front of Wei Fan and Li Jianchen.
Wei Fan’s gaze fell upon them, noting the man calling him a bumpkin had a somewhat insidious appearance, with curled lips and a mean expression.
He glanced at the faceplate but saw no reaction to the man.
"Yang He, it seems your mouth ate dung, it’s spewing such stench!"
Li Jianchen’s face sank, a murderous intent rising from him. The man was his archenemy, and they’ve fought countless times. Targeting him was one thing, but dragging Wei Fan into it was crossing a line.
"Oh? Such a fiery temper, wanting to fight me? Did you actually take on a disciple these years, bumpkin? Your master is quite useless, how about being my disciple instead? That kind of short-lived cultivation technique, better not train it."
Yang He smiled at Wei Fan, applying a pressure in his approach.
Wei Fan, with fair skin and a still youthful face, would easily be mistaken for a child by most without careful sensing.
"You look more like someone doomed to an early grave!" Wei Fan flashed a bright white smile.
Li Jianchen’s eyelids twitched wildly; Yang He’s expression instantly turned gloomy.
"You seek..."
The word "death" hadn’t even left Yang He’s mouth when Wei Fan’s arm shot out like lightning, so fast that those around couldn’t even see — not even Yang He’s companions saw Wei Fan extend his hand.
Yang He himself barely comprehended it; never did he think the youth alongside Li Jianchen would dare to attack him. He only felt a fierce force crashing in, bending his waist as a knee rapidly enlarged before him.
"Crack!"
Yang He couldn’t react further; an iron-hard knee crashed heavily into his face, bone-cracking sounds echoing alongside the sharp pain hitting his soul.
"Ah..."
Yang He instinctively screamed, feeling as if his nose and mouth were indistinguishable. His vision twisted and blurred, everything appearing flat — he knew his face had collapsed, causing such distortion.
"Did I get attacked by this bumpkin?"
As the thought arose, Yang He felt his head lifted, his vision again showing the youth alongside Li Jianchen.
His face was full of disbelief; he was a Saint Realm powerhouse, even unguarded, shouldn’t be easily ambushed.
"Calling me a bumpkin at every turn, do you think you’re high and mighty?"
Wei Fan’s fingers locked firmly onto Yang He’s head, his face had already sunk in, teeth scattered on the ground, blood mixed with tears and saliva dripping down.
Those with Yang He looked with horror, not only refraining from helping but instinctively backing away several steps.
A Saint Realm expert is not someone you can attack stealthily, even if you can strike a Saint Realm expert, you cannot break their flesh.
The person in front is using techniques of the street hooligans, but managed to break open Yang He’s head. This means Wei Fan is at least a Saint Realm expert, otherwise Yang He would not have been unable to see Wei Fan’s movements.
"Who are you?"
Yang He showed a look of fear, knowing now how terrifying the person with Li Jianchen was. He wanted to resist but was overwhelmed by a terrifying will that immobilized all his power, leaving him unable to move a single bit.
He knew his own strength, that even normal Dharma Aspect experts could not render him so powerless.
This is not some disciple found by Li Jianchen outside; clearly, he is a very formidable expert pretending to be a bumpkin, which is just absurd.
"You want to step on me to belittle Li Jianchen? Am I that easy to step on?"
Wei Fan knew the other party didn’t mean to provoke him; they were just here to settle a score with Li Jianchen. But it didn’t matter anymore, they had already stepped on his face; if he didn’t retaliate, then he wouldn’t be Wei Fan.
"Crack!"
Once again a knee hit, Yang He’s head turned into a half-circle, with his eyes bulging out, looking very frightening.
"Yang He is finished!"
Li Jianchen sighed inwardly, knowing that once Wei Fan made a move, he would never leave anyone alive.
"Stop, let’s talk it out, it’s my foul mouth, please forgive this insignificant one."
His head being lifted again, Yang He was terrified and hurriedly begged for mercy, Wei Fan’s power and ruthlessness made him panic, knowing one more move would make his head explode, first bow down to get through the current ordeal.
"If your mouth is foul, then keep it shut!"
With a blank expression, Wei Fan once again rammed his knee into Yang He’s head.
"Bang!"
With a splash of blood mixed with milky white matter, Yang He’s head exploded like a watermelon, his headless body collapsed weakly.
The few people who appeared with Yang He were horrified, with three knee strikes killing a Saint Realm expert, everything seemed unreal.
"Boom!"
A Dao about four hundred yards long appeared and dispersed with a boom, Wei Fan pressed down with hands in the void, stabilizing the dispersing Dao power, containing the rumbling Great Dao so the fall of a Saint Realm expert wouldn’t affect others.
"A Saint Realm expert has fallen!"
Even though Wei Fan contained the aftermath, many noticed what happened when a several-hundred-yard-high Dao appeared in Holy City.
This was no small matter, even here in Holy City, the death of a Saint Realm expert was rare.
In an instant, countless people stopped in their tracks or pushed open doors to come outside, staring dumbfoundedly at Yang He’s headless corpse.
A Saint Realm expert was dead, yet there was no sign of a struggle, clearly they were crushed.
From all directions, even from the four Divine Cities floating above Holy City, gazes fell upon Wei Fan.
"Why force me to kill..."
Wei Fan flicked the blood from his hand, his cold gaze sweeping toward those who appeared with Yang He, the palpable killing intent causing the air temperature to drop abruptly.
"Spare us, great Elder!"
"We’re not familiar with Yang He, just happened to enter the city together."
Their expressions changed drastically, speaking quickly to explain.
Wei Fan’s gaze swept over them, seeing fear on their faces but no hatred or killing intent, they clearly were acquainted with Yang He but did not resent him for killing Yang He.
"They likely have little to do with Yang He!" Li Jianchen also spoke at this moment.
"Scram!"
His words were like a pardon to them, and they quickly left.
Wei Fan took Yang He’s Storage Gourd, casually tore open space to toss Yang He’s corpse in, then struck with a palm, obliterating Yang He completely.
Afterward, under everyone’s gaze, the two walked toward the depths of Holy City; Yang He used his own life to teach Wei Fan a vivid lesson, that in Holy City being lawless was possible, with power you can do anything.
At the moment Yang He was killed, at least five or six Great Saint Powerhouse’s gazes landed on them, but nobody cared about Yang He’s life or death.
"This was my enmity, you should have let me do the killing." Li Jianchen said with a wry smile.
This meant he had implicated Wei Fan.
All along the way, he had advised Wei Fan to be tolerant and low-key, thinking Wei Fan had listened, not realizing Wei Fan was still Wei Fan, he hadn’t listened at all.
"It’s fine, it’s all the same!"
Wei Fan shook his head, he cultivated to prevent being stepped on; if stepped on without retaliating, what’s the point of cultivating.
He wasn’t afraid when he was weak, let alone now as a Saint Realm expert, if he only wanted to stay low and out of trouble, how could he have come to a place like Holy City.