Chapter 658 - 440: Ten Thousand Spirits Bell Perfection
This was the first time Wei Fan unleashed the Five Emperors Fist after Becoming a Saint, and its terrifying power was beyond imagination. In an instant, Elder Xuanjian’s Dharma Aspect burst and dissipated like a shattered bubble, the shockwave tore into his Sea of Consciousness, where his Primordial Spirit cracked, nearly scattering into oblivion.
"How could you possibly know the Five Emperors Fist?"
He let out a ghastly scream, feeling as if his head was about to explode.
Five Emperors Fist!
This was the secret technique of Xuanyuan Peak. Though not created by Xuanyuan Peak, it demonstrated earth-shattering might in their hands. No one expected Wei Fan to not only obtain Qi Daozhen’s Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations, but also master Xuanyuan Peak’s Five Emperors Fist.
"You still care why I can use the Five Emperors Fist?"
The killing intent surged in Wei Fan’s eyes. His dreadful Fist Intent pierced through heaven and earth, clashing against the pressure from Primordial Saint Master and Jiang Yiyun.
"Don’t hold back! He’s very likely Xuanyuan Peak’s successor. Even if we can’t seize the Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations, kill him!"
Primordial Saint Master roared angrily. There was a chance Xuanyuan Peak still lived, and if Wei Fan was truly their inheritor, few in this era could provoke him. The Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations was valuable, but slaughtering Wei Fan was even more urgent.
Moreover, with the Five Emperors Fist revealed, Wei Fan’s attack power had skyrocketed; his Primordial Spirit and Physical Strength fused, giving him force more fearsome than their own. That punch had already cost Elder Xuanjian half his life—in truth, if it landed on any one of them, the result would be no different.
"Boom boom!"
Two colossal hands seized the moment as Wei Fan’s power burst began to fade, slamming toward him, intent on killing him on the spot. Elder Xuanjian couldn’t withstand a single blow—nor could they.
"Boom!"
The Wind and Thunder Wings trembled—lightning flashed, thunder roared—and Wei Fan’s figure vanished in a blink.
These newly evolved wings weren’t terrifying for their Wind and Thunder Power, but for the unrivaled speed they brought Wei Fan. The two giant palms struck, hitting nothing but empty air: Wei Fan had disappeared as if by teleportation.
"No—"
Elder Xuanjian hadn’t recovered from Wei Fan’s previous onslaught when a bolt of lightning flashed before his eyes—a fist wreathed in electricity descended, smashing brutally into flesh.
"Bang—"
Blood splattered; Elder Xuanjian had become a headless corpse, his skull blasted apart by overwhelming force.
The Great Dao thundered, Chains of Order vibrated—a thousand-zhang stretch of the Dao appeared, only to collapse in an instant.
Profound Sword Elder of the Celestial Profound Sect: dead!
Wei Fan’s Dao shuddered; his aura grew unstable, struck by the shock of Dao Collapse.
By comparison, Primordial Saint Master and Jiang Yiyun’s impact was minimal. The two swung their giant hands, still hellbent on slaughtering Wei Fan.
"Damn it!"
"He killed Xuanjian!"
Primordial Saint Master and Jiang Yiyun’s faces twisted in horror, their scalps numb with dread. To have a Condensing Dao kill a Dharma Aspect Martial Saint—such a thing hadn’t happened in countless years, not even in Xuanyuan Peak’s heyday.
"The first!"
Suppressing the effects of Dao Collapse, Wei Fan let out a long howl. His four-hundred-zhang Dao absorbed Dao Power from the Heaven and Earth Dao, restoring his spent strength.
"Boom!"
With a flap of his wings, he vanished from Primordial Saint Master and Jiang Yiyun’s sight once again—causing their giant hands to strike only emptiness.
"Not good!"
Primordial Saint Master’s heart sounded alarms. Looking up, he saw Wei Fan appear above his Dharma Aspect, the Five Emperors Illusion behind him, swinging his fist down with crushing force.
The overbearing Fist Intent shook the heavens, power crashing down like the sky collapsing—the Primordial Saint Master barely had time to resist before he felt his body and mind quake, his Sea of Consciousness on the verge of breaking, the scent of death flooding his soul.
"Aaaah!"
In the face of mortal peril, he roared, mobilizing all his power to block. Hot blood poured from his seven apertures—having already been grievously wounded once by Wei Fan’s Primordial Spirit Martial Technique, his mind was a blank void, even as his body was blasted away without him realizing.
"Bang!"
Divine radiance shattered from Wei Fan’s body, and finally, Jiang Yiyun managed to land a palm strike, sending Wei Fan flying, his Qi Blood churning violently. Yet this only stirred his savage nature, the killing intent in his eyes almost combusting.
Will Power thundered forth; his Wind and Thunder Wings surged, closing the distance to the battered Primordial Saint Master, unleashing two consecutive fists that pulverized him with brute force.
"Only you remain!" Wei Fan turned, murder surging around him like a tidal wave.
Jiang Yiyun’s scalp went numb: "You’re not human!"
Overwhelming fear chilled his entire body, sweat beading on his brow. Two Dharma Martial Saints had been slaughtered so quickly—what kind of Demon had they provoked?
Spinning around, Jiang Yiyun dismissed his vast Dharma Aspect, fleeing as fast as he could. The three combined couldn’t kill Wei Fan—now, only he remained. Carrying on meant certain death.
"Run? You think you could escape?" Wei Fan’s voice was glacial. With a surge of his Wind and Thunder Wings, he transformed into a bolt of lightning, chasing Jiang Yiyun. Willing to wield these powers so openly, there was no doubt he had power to kill them all.
"The Mountain Sea Zhou Family sent me to kill you. Go after the Zhou Family. I swear on my life, today’s matter will stay buried!"
Jiang Yiyun shouted, revealing the mastermind.
And indeed, the Mountain Sea Zhou Family had ordered it—but he’d involved himself, using Feng Hua as a pretense to contact the Zhou Family. Even as he spoke, he spun and fired off a palm, but Wei Fan had already slipped ahead of him.
"I’ll kill the Zhou Family, but you’ll die too."
Wei Fan’s Fist Intent pierced the sky, fists swinging alongside overbearing phantom visions, the Dao roaring ceaselessly.
Jiang Yiyun struggled to lift his hand—instantly, vast Power shattered his protective Demonic Power, crushed his hand bones, his chest hammered, thunder crashing along with it.
"I never crossed the Fire Cloud Cave—but you dogs groveled for the Zhou Family, ambushed me time and again. After I kill you, I’ll wipe out Fire Cloud Cave, send your kin to join you!"
Wei Fan, swift as a lightning bolt, stomped on Jiang Yiyun’s face, leaving a clear footprint—a debt paid for Jiang Yiyun’s first kick to him.
"You dare? Others in Fire Cloud Cave never offended you. How could you be so vicious? Are you even human?"
Half of Jiang Yiyun’s face was crushed flat, teeth spat in a bloody mess. But such details hardly mattered; if Wei Fan had dispatched three Dharma Martial Saints, leveling Fire Cloud Cave would be no great challenge.
For old sect fossils like himself, the most important things were Sect legacy and Sect honor. That’s why, knowing Wei Fan was a Demon, he still chose to keep fighting.
"They may not threaten me, but I make it my habit to root out trouble, leaving no survivors."
No talk of innocence—everyone in a faction shares the same responsibility. If your people do evil outside, even if you weren’t involved, you’re part of it. In an avalanche, not a single snowflake is innocent.
Especially with Fire Cloud Cave’s overbearing, unreasonable ways—judging by Tian Chunqiu and Jiang Yiyun’s conduct, there couldn’t be many good men there. If they weren’t bullies, they wouldn’t keep coming to kill me, again and again.
"Die!"
With a final swing of the Five Emperors Fist, Jiang Yiyun exploded in the Void World, horrid bolts of lightning sparking, his body reduced to dust, not even bones remaining—scattered ashes and smoke.
A Dao more than a thousand zhang emerged, snapping and exploding in an instant.
Supreme Elder of Fire Cloud Cave, Jiang Yiyun: dead!
Wei Fan gasped hungrily for breath. Three Dharma Martial Saints slain in bloody battle, every move a burst of unparalleled force—even with Body Ascension, weariness gnawed at him.
Like a whale swallowing the sea, he opened his mouth and inhaled, drawing Essence Qi from the heavens and earth in surging streams. At last the fatigue eased somewhat, but as a Saint Realm powerhouse, he couldn’t recover to his peak quickly—unless he cultivated with Spirit Crystals, but he had precious few left and needed to ration them, the battle already won, no need for waste.
[Slayed Jiang Yiyun, power harvested: 500,000 years Ordinary Power, 3,000 years Martial Saint’s Power]
[Ordinary Power: 4,690,000 years]
[Martial Saint’s Power: 3,000 years]
Seeing three thousand years of Martial Saint’s Power, Wei Fan felt his exhaustion ease, enough to rival killing multiple Pathway Condensing Martial Saints in one move.
"Pity Primordial Saint Master and Elder Xuanjian didn’t power harvest."
If those two had yielded their Power as well, his spoils today might have taken him to Dharma Martial Saint in one leap.
"Next, I’ll perfect the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell, then wipe out the sect."
Aside from destroying Zilan Sect, he hadn’t done much to shake things up in the Five Great Domains. These sects thought him easy prey—when he said he’d annihilate Celestial Profound Sect, Fire Cloud Cave, and Yuan Yi Sect, it wasn’t an idle threat. He truly meant it.
He pocketed their three Storage Gourds, ground the corpses to ash and bone, erased his aura, then tore open space and vanished.
"Boom!"
A cup of tea’s time later, a figure radiating Saint Realm fluctuations appeared here, his face grave: "Dao Collapse happened three times, three Saint Realm powerhouses dead. Who in the world fought here?"
Even my Yellow Sand Valley, thousands of miles from here, was shaken by Dao Collapse—the slain ones must have been Dharma Martial Saints.
This was none other than the Yellow Sand Valley Saint Master—Yellow Sand Valley being one of the six Holy Sects of Beiding Continent. At the first Dao Collapse, he rushed over, only for two more Martial Saints to perish before he arrived.
"Whoosh!"
From afar came the sound of air splitting—the Yellow Sand Valley Saint Master looked back, spotting Vice Hall Master Zhou Shen of the Demon Hunter Organization.
"Did you see who fought here?" Zhou Shen asked.
The Yellow Sand Valley Saint Master was only marginally stronger than Song Lingyun of Zilan Sect, not a player in this clash. He’d been commanding the front lines against the Demon Fiends, and upon sensing Saint Realm power battling, hurried over.
"I arrived too late—didn’t see anyone!" Yellow Sand Valley Saint Master shook his head.
In truth, he deliberately waited, afraid of witnessing something he shouldn’t and only showing up once all was quiet.
"The fight probably happened in the Void World."
Zhou Shen glanced around—the mountains and rivers were damaged, but not too severely.
With a wave of his hand, he split open a swath of space, exposing the pitch-black Void World. But every trace—every aura, corpse—had already been wiped clean. There was nothing to be found.
"Probably not Wei Fan!"
He knew Wei Fan was nearby and feared he’d be ambushed. But given Wei Fan’s current level, there’s no way he could have killed three Dharma Martial Saints—this battle was likely fought by unknown experts.
"Let’s go. We’ve no need for trouble."
Confirmed it wasn’t Wei Fan, Zhou Shen lost all interest in probing further. He turned and departed.