Chapter 639 - 421: Slaying Another Martial Saint
"The Martial Saint of the Zilan Sect achieved the Great Dao approximately six to eight hundred years ago. It is said that there was a great element of luck in his Becoming a Saint. In those days, he was not the Saint Son of his generation, but when the Saint Son perished upon breakthrough, he smoothly broke through to the Saint Realm and became the Saint Master of the Zilan Sect."
Any Martial Saint is considered a living legend in the Five Great Domains. They are invincible all the way, sweeping through their peers, eventually assuming the position of a Saint Son, and then breaking through to the Saint Realm, transitioning from extraordinary to saintly.
However, the Martial Saint of the Zilan Sect is the exception. Although he was remarkable in his youth, he was not at the Saint Child Level figure. Compared to other Martial Saints, he did not have so many proud battle achievements.
Yet precisely because of this, ordinary Martial Kings admired him even more, all hoping to live a life like the Martial Saint of the Zilan Sect. Simply put, they took the Zilan Sect’s Martial Saint as a motivational example.
If only Saint Child Level figures could break through to the Saint Realm, there wouldn’t be so many Martial Kings charging forward unceasingly toward the Saint Realm.
"Does he have any record of killing powerhouses of the same level?" Wei Fan asked.
The wisp of aura collected in his hand was flickering, pointing him to the location of the Martial Saint of the Zilan Sect. Before taking action, he naturally wanted to learn as much as possible about his enemy.
This battle, he wanted to establish his might using the Zilan Sect’s Martial Saint, to intimidate all powerhouses entering the Wilderness, telling everyone that he, Wei Fan, is the king of the Wilderness. Anyone causing chaos in the Wilderness, even a Saint Realm powerhouse, would have to die.
Gu Ziqin shook his head. His family ancestor Gu Qingshan, although the Hall Master of the Beiding Continent’s Demon Hunter Sub-Hall, did not have insight into matters concerning Saint Realm powerhouses.
"No record of killing. Song Lingyun’s strength is only slightly stronger than Tian Chunqiu’s. He merely broke through out of luck back then, and has remained in the first stage of the Martial Saint for so many years!"
Zhou Shen came stepping through the air, shrouded in Holy Light. He had long arrived in the Wilderness, constantly confronting those Demon Saints. Hearing that Wei Fan intended to kill the Zilan Sect’s Martial Saint Song Lingyun, he came over.
"Greetings, Elder Zhou!" Zhi Hua and Gu Ziqin cupped their hands in respect.
Wei Fan also cupped his hands, "Are you here to persuade me not to kill him? I do not wish for the Human Race to lose a Saint Realm powerhouse, but since he has acted against my friends’ sect, one of us is destined to survive."
Every Saint Realm powerhouse is a pillar of strength for the Human Race. Even if they never resist the Demon Fiends, as long as Martial Saint powerhouses exist, the Demons will be apprehensive.
Zhou Shen previously mentioned the Zilan Sect’s Martial Saint Song Lingyun to him, advising not to provoke a Saint Realm war. Whether he or Song Lingyun died, it would be a loss to the Human Race.
The Demon Hunter Organization usually does not intervene in Jianghu vendettas, but matters involving Saint Realm powerhouses, they typically try to mediate first.
Zhou Shen shook his head. "No! The Hall Master sent me to ensure Song Lingyun cannot survive!"
He never expected Song Lingyun would not directly seek Wei Fan but attack a sect in the Wilderness. Thus, they found it impossible to mediate the enmity between Wei Fan and Song Lingyun, knowing one of them was bound to survive.
The outcome was already determined. Between Wei Fan and Song Lingyun, the Demon Hunter Organization needed to choose one, and naturally, they chose Wei Fan.
He came to ensure that if Wei Fan couldn’t kill Song Lingyun, he would do it, because if Song Lingyun became isolated with no hope for revenge, he would likely join the ranks of the Demon Fiends.
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Under Wei Fan’s leadership, the Wilderness was cleared of all Demon Fiends, but most of the original territories of the Demon Race still remained Uninhabited Areas, without Human Race expansion into these parts.
The territory held by the Demon Race was vast, even larger than the areas occupied by the Human Race. Although various dynasties were mobilizing people to migrate, the effect was not significant.
Most experts entering the Wilderness from the outside were also found in these regions.
"Master, you destroyed the Yunhua Sect. If you scare Wei Fan, won’t it be even harder for us to find him."
The Saint Son of Zilan Sect looked at his master Song Lingyun in puzzlement. His aura was exhausted, having failed in his attempt to break through to the Saint Realm, though he survived by chance.
Song Lingyun sat cross-legged on the mountain peak, shaking his head, "I inquired about this Wei Fan. He values camaraderie greatly. Hearing about the destruction of the Yunhua Sect, he won’t hide. This is just a warning. If he doesn’t show up, I will personally take his friends."
He was not like those Demon Saints. Those Demon Saints wanted to enter the Human Race’s territories to capture Wei Fan’s kin, but first had to get past the Demon Hunter Organization Martial Saints, which was very difficult.
But he was different, being a Human Race Martial Saint. The Demon Hunter Organization would not protect Wei Fan’s friends and relatives unless Wei Fan did not care about their wellbeing. Otherwise, hearing about the downfall of the Yunhua Sect, he would surely rush to the Wilderness.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the void split open, and a massive fist tore through the sky, hurling forth from a great distance.
"Who dares to sneak attack this old man!"
Song Lingyun’s expression changed slightly, the aura of a Saint Realm powerhouse spreading across the world, causing the mountains to shake.
He turned around and struck out with a palm, but the fist shattered the palm imprint he had sent out and continued blasting towards him.
"A master!"
Song Lingyun’s heart trembled. Even though he was responding hastily, the palm strike he issued held about fifty to sixty percent of his strength.
"Boom boom boom..."
The next moment, the massive fist struck the peak, burying the mountaintop entirely.
In an instant, the mountaintop turned to dust, with smoke and dust surging like a mad dragon into the sky.
"Damn it!"
Song Lingyun roared in anger, emitting ten thousand zhang of Holy Light, shattering the void and dispersing the pervasive dust clouds.
Beside him, the Saint Son of the Zilan Sect, the last disciple of the Zilan Sect, had disappeared. In the clash between him and the assailant, the disciple was caught in the aftermath of the power, turned into ashes. From then on, he truly became a solitary figure, without a single disciple under him.
The sky and earth changed colors, giant chains of order appeared one after another.
He was truly enraged. He hadn’t waited for Wei Fan, but instead encountered an unknown Saint Realm powerhouse’s sneak attack, which killed the last disciple of the Zilan Sect.
"Contemporary Saint!"
Song Lingyun’s pupils suddenly constricted, only to see a man covered with a layer of Holy Light walking over from the direction of the impending punch. This Holy Light wasn’t the kind emitted by a Saint Realm Powerhouse, but kept a distance from the man’s body, as if it was protecting him.
Within the Holy Light, celestial sounds echoed, mixed with the voices of thousands praising him.
He had once read in an ancient book that such phenomena only appeared around the Saints of the era.
"When did such a character emerge in the Five Great Domains!"
Song Lingyun’s heart was secretly shaken. A Saint wasn’t merely an empty title but came with substantial benefits. Throughout history, few were acknowledged as Saints by heaven and earth, but without exception, they all became immensely powerful or invincible figures, with the minimum achievement being a Martial Emperor.
It is said that when the Three Emperors Martial Dao was alive, they became Saints due to the praise of the populace, and ultimately ruled invincibly over an entire era.
"Who are you, and why did you attack an old man without reason, leading to my disciple’s death? If you don’t give me an explanation, even as a contemporary Saint, today I must challenge you."
Song Lingyun’s furious emotions calmed greatly upon seeing that layer of Holy Light. If his disciple provoked the opponent first and got killed, he decided not to pursue the matter.
To avoid being enemies with such a contemporary Saint is best; in legends, those who opposed them ultimately perished.
"The one who came to kill you!"
Song Lingyun surprisingly did not recognize him, but Wei Fan was too lazy to explain further, already was bristling with anger, filled with murderous intent.
If he hadn’t made arrangements beforehand to send Zhi Hua into the Wilderness as a reminder, the thousands of disciples of Yunhua Sect would have been killed by Song Lingyun with one palm strike.
"Boom!"
His entire body shook, Blood Qi erupted like a vast ocean, covering the heavens and earth. From afar, it seemed as if a red fog had risen over the land.
In the next moment, he darted like lightning across the sky towards Song Lingyun, his murderous intent tumultuous.
"Too deceptive, afraid as if I’m scared of you!"
Song Lingyun was furious. Though he held back from attacking immediately due to the opponent’s status as a Saint, the opponent’s declaration to kill him proved too provocative, as if he, a Martial Saint, was made of clay without any temper.
Just a Saint of the era, not yet a full Martial Emperor.
"Void Sword Condensation Technique!"
He grasped the void, and a mighty long sword materialized in his hand, emanating intense Saint Realm fluctuations.
This was one of Zilan Sect’s exotic techniques, renowned across the Beiding Continent, where a Martial King could grab a long sword from the void comparable to Martial King Divine Soldiers; a Saint Realm Powerhouse like him could produce a sword directly comparable to Holy Soldiers.
It’s said that this exotic technique wasn’t passed down by the founding master of Zilan Sect but originated from a mysterious stone amid the mountains, incredibly wondrous.
"To the Void World for a duel!"
Song Lingyun sliced the air with the Divine Sword in his hand, creating a terrifying crack in the void, and then plunged into it headlong.
Wei Fan tore open space with both hands and followed into the Void World.
With Cyan Nether Travel underfoot, he reached Song Lingyun in a single step, as golden patterns on his body lit up, extending into the boundless void.
"Clang Clang..."
In an instant, the Great Dao resounded as thick chains of order materialized around him, linking with these patterns.
"Die!"
The palm covered in golden patterns lifted, striking toward Song Lingyun’s head like a huge fan.
"Body Ascension!"
Song Lingyun cried out in shock, his face full of terror; this Saints of his time incredibly was a terrifying master of Body Ascension, and all legends related to Body Ascension warned against engaging in close combat with them.
Previously feeling the opponent’s aura was weaker than his own, he realized he had been too confident, not anticipating himself facing such a Body Ascension demon.
"Bang!"
Wei Fan’s pattern-covered palm came down like a collapsing mountain and sea, and the long sword Song Lingyun grasped from the void was utterly unable to withstand it, dissipating into energy in an instant.
The long sword condensed from the void may rival Holy Soldiers in power, but cannot compare to the hardness of actual Holy Soldiers.
"A Body Ascension figure is so terrifying!"
Song Lingyun was deeply shaken, the Great Dao resounding around him, weaving Dao Power into a curtain of light to block the incoming hand.
It was still futile; the large hand broke through the light curtain in an instant, causing his pores to bleed.
"Stop, what grievance could I have caused to make you want to kill an old man?"
Facing mortal peril, Song Lingyun screamed desperately, not wishing to die inexplicably. If there were any misunderstanding, explaining it might save his life; if he was at fault, he was ready to apologize, otherwise, his end seemed inevitable today.
"Boom!"
Wei Fan caught up, his palm heavy upon Song Lingyun’s chest, almost shattering his bones and ligaments, riddled with cracks.
Song Lingyun’s body was flung away, spraying Holy Blood.
He was much stronger than Tian Chunqiu, so Wei Fan’s palm didn’t kill him, but only gravely wounded him.