Chapter 618 - 400: Holy Blood Fruit
With Wei Fan’s current cultivation, he could crush even an ordinary Saint Son with a flick of his hand. Apart from Saint Realm powerhouses, almost no one in the world could counterbalance him, even if Xuanyuan Peak came, he could suppress it.
Killing these ordinary Demon Kings is no different from crushing ants. If they join forces, they could resist a bit, but they are scattered and come from different Demon Clans. Killing them is extremely easy for Wei Fan.
He strolled among these twenty-odd creatures, and wherever he went, the life of a Demon King would be reaped, their body blossoming like fireworks, not even a scream was heard. Within a few breaths, the seven or eight Demon Kings present were completely annihilated, killed outright.
"Tap tap tap..."
The surrounding Human Race Martial Kings felt an indescribable fear enveloping them, a chill rising in their hearts, the sound of teeth chattering everywhere.
Since when did Demon Kings become as weak as ants? They didn’t fight these Demon Kings, partly because of the urgent need to open the palace, but mainly because they were on par with this group of Demon Kings. Trying to kill the opponents would come at a painful cost.
But in just a few breaths, these Demon Kings were all dead. They didn’t even react to escape, all blown up on the spot.
"Spare me, my lord..."
The previously arrogant Martial King trembled all over, scared nearly to death for saying something inappropriate.
"Scram!"
Wei Fan glanced at him, seeing no response on the panel, didn’t act to kill him. He could understand the helplessness of the lower levels, but saying such things was beyond the pale.
You might not kill Demon Fiends, but don’t ridicule those who sincerely slay demons and fiends. This person, as if pardoned, didn’t dare to dwell further on what might be inside the palace and fled quickly.
[Slay the Wolf Demon, gain 100,000 years of ordinary power, 900 years of Martial King’s power]
[Slay the Iron-Eating Beast, gain 100,000 years of ordinary power, 900 years of Martial King’s power]
[Slay the Ox Demon, gain 100,000 years of ordinary power, 900 years of Martial King’s power]
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[Ordinary Power: 3,020,000 years]
[Martial King’s Power: 52,700 years]
The panel keeps flashing, along with the Demon Kings slain earlier, ordinary power quickly reached three million years, enough to impact the Martial Saint Realm.
Furthermore, the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell now held many previously unseen Demon Fiends.
"Bullying the weak, thinking there’s no one in the Demon Race? This Saint Son will come to kill you!"
A furious roar suddenly emanated from afar, a figure charged forth, cracking the earth with every step, soil splattering.
The figure had fur all over, a wolf’s head with a human body, a tuft of white hair resembling a crescent moon at its brow.
A powerful aura filled the heavens and earth, mixed with faint Saint-level fluctuations; he charged along the earth like a lightning bolt, stirring up boundless turmoil.
"It’s the Howling Moon Saint Son!"
"No good, a Saint Son-level battle is imminent, run."
The surrounding Human Race Martial Kings, too shocked to bother, fled like lightning in various directions, recognizing the sudden appearance of a Demon King from the Howling Moon Wolf Clan as the Saint Son, the only offspring born of the current Howling Moon Wolf Clan’s Wolf King after achieving sainthood.
If a Saint Son-level battle erupts nearby and pulls them in, the aftermath could easily kill these ordinary peak Martial Kings.
Mu Feng’s eyelid twitched furiously: "Another Saint Son is about to die..."
The Howling Moon Saint Son’s combat power was only comparable to the Iron-Eating Beast Saint Son, who was killed by Wei Fan, the fierce man, in one palm strike; the Howling Moon Saint Son won’t be any different.
If these Demon Clan Saint Sons joined forces to kill Wei Fan, they could perhaps resist, but confronting Wei Fan alone is certain death, and they likely underestimated Wei Fan, unable to use any hidden aces before it’s too late.
"If another Saint Son dies, can the Human Race’s Martial Saints hold up?"
In warfare between Humans and Demons, rarely do Saint Son-level geniuses fall; Mu Feng isn’t certain of the consequences of a Saint Son’s death, but those Demon Saints treat their offspring with inherited Holy Blood as sole successors, sure to trouble the Human Race.
"Roar!"
The Howling Moon Saint Son roared, spitting out a silver beam at Wei Fan, frost emerging in abundance in the void, and the earth freezing and cracking.
"Seems he can live a bit longer!"
Seeing this, Mu Feng couldn’t help but sigh. Wei Fan could resist Holy Soldiers bare-handed, surely having cultivated Body Refining Martial Arts; his physical body reached an extreme toughness, making close combat virtually a suicidal act.
The Howling Moon Saint Son launching attacks from afar without engaging Wei Fan closely was a very wise move; of course, this wasn’t because the Howling Moon Saint Son recognized Wei Fan’s identity, but simply their clan isn’t strong in physical prowess. Though the Howling Moon Saint Son’s body reached a level comparable to high-level Martial King Divine Weapons, it still doesn’t surpass the previous Iron-Eating Beast Saint Son.
The Iron-Eating Beast Clan’s body was so strong; the Iron-Eating Beast Saint Son tried to overpower Wei Fan physically, leading to a face-to-face strike where he was pierced through a body comparable to top-level Martial King Divine Soldiers.
Moreover, the scene of Wei Fan slaughtering those Demon Kings earlier was also seen by the Howling Moon Saint Son, knowing Wei Fan and he were of the same level. Although words were arrogant, he remained highly cautious.
"Boom!"
Space vibrated, as if a boulder was thrown into a tranquil lake, causing ripples; Wei Fan’s mere move of his body made space appear overloaded.
He was actually constraining his power to the utmost, worried about breaking the void of this Little World since not even Martial Saints dared to enter, precisely because of spatial issues here.
Though he wasn’t a Martial Saint, he wasn’t much weaker than one.
Howling Moon Saint Son was cautious and kept his distance from Wei Fan, but at this moment, Wei Fan could easily kill an ordinary Saint Son with just the power of True Essence. After all, the true power of True Essence is ultimately determined by the realm of the Primordial Spirit.
A round, fiery Great Sun rose, instantly dispersing the surrounding chill, and steam rose from the ground, seeming ready to ignite.
"Boom boom boom..."
The beam of light emitted by Howling Moon Saint Son was instantly shattered, the Great Sun charged forward like a breaking wave, nearly blasting into Howling Moon Saint Son’s mouth.
"What?"
Howling Moon Saint Son was shocked; the beam he spewed out could easily pierce through several mountains yet was shattered by a punch from the person before him.
In the next moment, he had no time for shock, closed his mouth while frantically twisting his body to dodge, but the Great Sun still grazed his body.
In the distance, a mountain was directly pierced by the Great Sun, instantly blazing into flames.
Although smoke was rising from his body, Howling Moon Saint Son felt a chill envelop him, nearly facing death.
Even though the Great Sun merely brushed past him, half of his body was riddled with cracks and scorched by the terrifying heat.
"With one move, he nearly killed Howling Moon Saint Son. When did Treasure Flower Continent produce such a fierce character?"
Those Martial Kings fleeing to the sides showed expressions of shock, expecting an intense battle among Saint-level figures, but instead, it was a one-sided crushing.
"Who are you?"
Howling Moon Saint Son was filled with fear, thinking it impossible for a Martial King to be so absurdly strong, exhibiting prowess beyond the Martial King Realm. Even a Saint Son from the Martial Emperor’s influence might be likely to nearly kill him from afar.
"Die!"
Wei Fan treaded on Cyan Nether Travel like a bolt of lightning, approaching with a speed so fast that even Howling Moon Saint Son couldn’t catch it.
"Stop, I am Howling Moon Saint Son!"
Killing intent spread like a tide as Wei Fan drew near, causing Howling Moon Saint Son to announce his identity while turning to flee, hoping the identity of Howling Moon Saint Son would spare his life. Since his father, the Howling Moon Demon King, was one of the top Demon Kings in Treasure Flower Continent, equal to the Cyan Flood Dragon King.
Unfortunately, Wei Fan didn’t know this, and even if he did, he wouldn’t care.
"Boom!"
Wei Fan unleashed a second punch, and although Howling Moon Saint Son turned to defend with all his might in the strongest strike, his head was still shattered by Wei Fan’s punch, and his body fell straight down.
"Another Saint Son dead, has this killing spree from the Beiding Continent finally stopped, only for him to come to Treasure Flower Continent? Do the Martial Saints even know about bringing in this Killing God?"
Mu Feng felt a chill at the scalp; among the Demon Race of Treasure Flower Continent, only five Saint Sons came in, yet two have already been killed by Wei Fan.
Treasure Flower Continent and Beiding Continent are different; the Demon Saints and Martial Saints of Beiding Continent went to the Wilderness, whereas all the Demon Saints of Treasure Flower Continent remain, potentially turning this event into an all-out war between the Human and Demon Races.
This level of combat destroys balance, primarily because Wei Fan has heavy killing intent.
"Killed Howling Moon Saint Son with two punches?"
The onlooking Martial Kings felt their scalps nearly explode from such overbearing methods, stunned by the spectacle. It’s possible to select new Saint Sons for human race sects, but it’s impossible for the demon race.
"Run quickly, Howling Moon Saint Son is dead, find the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King urgently."
Upon seeing Howling Moon Saint Son killed, a demon king immediately fled.
Wei Fan didn’t pursue because of the numbers; furthermore, the exit from this little world likely leads to the palace, so guarding the palace is sufficient.
He turned around toward the palace, with the large bronze gates showing no signs of rust and covered in mysterious patterns, connecting with the surrounding walls.
Wei Fan reached out to touch, but a transparent barrier arose, rebuffing his hand gently.
"Countless millennia have passed, even items left by the Martial Emperor should’ve decayed; with enough power, it should be possible to break through."
Mu Feng approached, speaking while the palace radiated a grand, imposing aura, though not as forceful as imagined.
Wei Fan did not rush to attack the gate but instead floated into the air to overlook the courtyard. Inside, many items had decayed, though several verdant plants were growing, emitting a gentle glow.
"These are medicinal herbs over ten thousand years old!"
Mu Feng sucked in a breath, no wonder those Martial Kings had joined forces with Demon Fiends to attack this place—ten thousand-year-old items, even common grass, are extremely rare treasures worldwide, not to mention this is the abode of Medicine Emperor Huangfu Qingyang, and anything protected in this courtyard is definitely no ordinary object.
"Hand over the Holy Blood Fruit, and I’ll spare your life!"
Just as Wei Fan was about to open his Martial Arts Celestial Eye for a close inspection of the palace, a shout came from the distance; it was the voice of the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King again.
"It seems someone truly found the Holy Blood Fruit, which can aid in breaking through the Saint Realm?"
Wei Fan’s heart skipped a beat, quickly turning toward the source of the voice, seeing Feng Hua escaping in front, pursued by a crowd, including both Martial and Demon Kings.