Chapter 771 - 551: Wei Fan Is Here, Unrivaled Might
Wei Fan’s murderous intent was fierce, his battle blood burning, and his anger seemed about to overturn the Ninth Layer of Heaven.
In this past month, his hands were stained with the blood of hundreds of thousands, killing off two to three dozen Saint Realm powerhouses. Yet, his fury did not subside, as he had never been pushed to such a degree where he didn’t dare to use his true form even for revenge.
Before leaving, he was worried that the Demon Fiends couldn’t find him and would seek revenge on Li Jianchen, who was quite close to him. Unexpectedly, Li Jianchen was fine, but it was Zhang Ye, the Town Territory Envoy he first met upon arriving in the Holy City, who ran into trouble.
Under the overwhelming cover of Blood Qi, his punch erupted with anger, unleashing power that could shake the heavens, even causing the two Demon Saints fighting against the Black Dragon Great Saint to subconsciously turn their heads to look.
"Retreat quickly!"
The Five-Colored Demon Bull King’s expression changed dramatically, his scalp tingling with fear from the overbearing momentum of the punch, which shattered the Demon Qi surrounding him, revealing his muscular Demon Body beneath.
Not to mention, he wasn’t even the target of the attack, yet just being near and suppressed by the punch’s momentum subjected him to such terrifying pressure. If that punch landed on him, it could explode him on the spot.
"Roar..."
The Golden Scale Python King was naturally retreating, his entire Scale Armor bristling as if exploded, terrified out of his wits. As the target of the attack, no one knew the extent of the terrifying pressure he was enduring right now; even his snake gall was at the brink of bursting.
While frantically maneuvering his body to retreat, he opened his mouth wide and roared, spewing a beam of golden light at the overwhelmingly powerful punch.
However, it was all futile. Wei Fan operated the Nine Heavens Kunpeng Body, his feet stepping out Dao Patterns in the void, moving like lightning at an unbelievable speed.
The golden light from the Golden Scale Python King’s mouth was barely three feet out when Wei Fan’s punch had already struck, instantly annihilating the light, and bore through the Python King’s mouth.
"Boom..."
No scream was heard, as the Golden Scale Python King vanished from the spot, blooming like a firework and turning into a mist of blood.
This scene was quite astonishing; a Dharma Demon Saint was actually killed with one punch, exploded directly, as if struck by a Great Saint level figure, fierce and domineering.
"Python King!"
"Golden Scale brother..."
"Damn, you Humans have killed our Demon Race’s Demon Saint again, haven’t you suffered enough pain?"
The Demon Saint, who had ties with the Golden Scale Python King, let out a sorrowful roar, rushing quickly toward them.
[Slain Golden Scale Python King, gained 500,000 years of ordinary power, 4,200 years of Martial Saint’s Power]
[Ordinary Power: 6.39 million years]
[Martial Saint’s Power: 4,200 years]
Wei Fan’s aura was violent, his murderous intent soaring into the sky, and the blood mist formed from the Golden Scale Python King’s body was scattered by his terrifying momentum.
"Rumble..."
Yet his murderous intent did not subside, and the Dao of the Golden Scale Python King just surfaced, not having the chance to shatter on its own, was smacked to pieces by his palm strike.
"Wei Fan... this is impossible..."
The Five-Colored Demon Bull cried out in shock, having seen Wei Fan among all the Demon Saints present.
Even though there were speculations before, witnessing the powerhouse resembling a War God was indeed Wei Fan made him lose composure.
In four months, the time it took for Wei Fan to break through to the Saint Realm was just over four months.
In four months, he had just recovered from the injuries sustained in the battle of the Wilderness, while Wei Fan grew to such a terrifying extent, able to kill the Golden Scale Python King with a punch as though crushing an ant.
Though it was rumored among the Demon Race that Wei Fan killed Yuan Tiansheng in Jinzhou, no Demons had witnessed that battle personally, and few believed that Wei Fan slew Yuan Tiansheng relying solely on his own strength.
Yet today, Wei Fan displayed his frightening capability of easily killing a Dharma Demon Saint.
"Old Bull, run quickly, he has broken through to the Divine Containment Realm!"
From afar, a Demon Saint shouted, warning the Five-Colored Demon Bull King to flee. A Divine Containment realm Body Ascension Martial Saint was undoubtedly a nightmare for powerhouses at that level, even Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon and Heaven-Shaking Saint Ape, such strong-blooded Demon Saints, would not necessarily be opponents of the same realm, let alone facing this Human monster Wei Fan, whom the Demon Race sought to eliminate as they initiated the war.
"Divine Containment?"
"Wei Fan broke through the Divine Containment?"
"Worthy of being a nineteen-year-old Saint Realm prodigy, setting yet another record."
Once those words were spoken by the Demon Saint, it caused quite the stir, even the Human Race Martial Saints showed faces of incredulity. Among them, only the Black Dragon Great Saint had seen Wei Fan, the others were witnessing for the first time the Human prodigy who made the Demon Race uneasy, unexpectedly more monstrous than the legends, breaking through to Divine Containment after disappearing for a month.
"Die!"
Wei Fan’s murderous intent surged, as he extended a giant hand to strike at the Five-Colored Demon Bull King, divine power surged through heaven and earth, shattering the sky, Chaos Qi boiling intensely.
"Boom!"
Space shook violently, creating terrifying chasms, as he appeared like a demon god emerging from hell, the overwhelming Evil Qi nearly congealed.
"So strong!"
Zhang Yu’s face was full of shock, retreating from the dreadful killing intent, he, who was relatively close to Wei Fan, felt the unmatched power of Wei Fan most deeply.
There were no signs of the Great Dao’s contention, but the overwhelming divine power could shatter everything.
"Could it be that our Human Race is about to produce a Body Refining Emperor..."
This thought couldn’t help but emerge in his mind. The strongest emperor in ancient history was unanimously acknowledged as the Primordial Emperor, but some believed it to be the Golden Emperor, as he was a Body Refining Emperor.
Wei Fan ascended to the level of a Saint with his body, and four months later broke through to the Spirit Concealment Realm. If someone like him cannot become an emperor, then who in this world can?
"Roar..."
The Five-Colored Demon Bull King roared, his expression crazy in that moment of life and death, quickly burning his essence blood, and from within him burst a region of Five-Colored Divine Light.
He knew he couldn’t escape; Wei Fan’s lightning-fast speed was beyond comparison, and continuing to flee would only allow Wei Fan to crush him effortlessly since he wasn’t much stronger than the Golden Scale Python King.
"Boom!"
The Five-Colored Divine Light of their clan was said to be unbreakable, but under Wei Fan’s palm, it was utterly inadequate, disintegrating amidst the collision, with fragments flying everywhere.
It wasn’t that the Five-Colored Divine Light was empty of reputation, but rather that Wei Fan’s physical body was terrifying beyond measure, having undergone the tempering of the Nine-Nine True Skill and the Ten Thousand Dao Bell. Coupled with his Primordial Spirit Cultivation having already reached the Saint King Level, his physical body had surpassed the realm of top-level Saint Soldiers.
With the cultivation of more than two thousand feet in height that the Five-Colored Demon Bull King possessed, even the power of the Five-Colored Divine Light emitted by burning his essence blood was insignificant to him. Without a Great Saint appearing, they lacked the qualification to make him go all out.
"Ah..."
The Five-Colored Demon Bull King screamed, holding a high-level Saint Soldier Wolf Fang Club in his hand, covered in protruding spikes, engraved with Dao Patterns, filled with a murderous aura, swelling to dozens of feet, like a small mountain, which he hefted and swung heavily at Wei Fan.
Chains of Order wrapped around him, the Great Dao roaring behind him, and the power of the Great Dao surged frantically into the Wolf Fang Club, shaking the heavens and earth.
"Bang... Crack..."
But Wei Fan’s fist remained unstoppable and indestructible.
The collision between the two forces caused the Dao Patterns on the Wolf Fang Club to explode on the spot, with divinity disintegrating, revealing numerous cracks, and then with a booming sound, it shattered, leaving only a small half clutched in the Five-Colored Demon Bull King’s hand.
"Impossible!"
The Five-Colored Demon Bull King was drenched in cold sweat, slightly trembling, terrified by what he saw. Wei Fan’s physical body had reached such a terrifying degree that it could shatter high-level Saint Soldiers with bare hands.
To reach this level meant that Wei Fan’s physical body was comparable to top-level Saint Soldiers, otherwise it would be impossible to crush high-level Saint Soldiers with bare hands.
Yet the cultivation Wei Fan exhibited was merely Spirit Containment. Having cultivated a body comparable to top-level Saint Soldiers at the Spirit Containment Realm, it begs the question whether, upon breaking through to the Great Saint Level, he would temper a body comparable to Imperial Soldiers.
This scene did not only shock the Five-Colored Demon Bull King but all the Saint Realm powerhouses present, whether Human Martial Saints or Demon Saints, they were all astonished at this moment.
To break high-level Saint Soldiers with bare hands; one must know that forging a high-level Saint Soldier takes hundreds or thousands of years, yet the creation painstakingly tempered by a Saint Realm powerhouse over hundreds of years seemed like worthless scrap iron in front of Wei Fan.
"No..."
The Five-Colored Demon Bull King turned ashen, knowing he was doomed today as the high-level Saint Soldier had been shattered.
"Bang!"
The next moment, Wei Fan’s palm slapped onto him, and, unable to even let out a scream, he burst apart like the Golden Scale Python King before him, transforming into a mist of blood with no bones left.
Everyone’s eyelids twitched violently; Wei Fan was indeed a monster, and it’s no wonder the Demon Fiends were willing to wage war to eliminate him. How long did it take for him to grow to this extent, surpassing the most dazzling Xuanyuan Peak of two thousand years with no real comparison?
"Madman, you killed two of our Demon Race’s Demon Saints again!"
"Wei Fan has appeared! Quickly gather the experts to Shuiyun City to kill him."
"Don’t give him any time, he is too terrifying, if left unchecked, he will surely massacre our Demon Race one day."
"I will kill him!"
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A group of Demon Saints roared in rage and fear, their fury mixed with trepidation. Such a talent, unheard of throughout ages, even the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors hadn’t grown this fast at this stage.
Should such a person live, he might one day sweep through the Demon Race, fulfilling the Human Race’s long-cherished wish of annihilating the Demon Fiends.
Ignoring attempts to stop them, Demon Saints of the Dharma Aspect Realm Perfection surged toward Wei Fan, and even the two Demon Race Great Saints desperately tried to break free from the Black Dragon Great Saint to slay Wei Fan.
"Wei Fan is here, let any Demon Fiends wishing my death come forth!"
Wei Fan shouted, his hair standing on end, his overwhelming Blood Qi piercing through the void and into the real world.
He had another reason for coming here: to draw the battlefield to Yaozhou, allowing the flames of war in other continents to subside.
The Holy City was located in Yaozhou, a place where the Martial Emperor of the Eastern Domain spent his later years, rich in spirituality, a place near the Dao, abundant with strong individuals and many powers.
Once a great battle broke out here, even if the Demon Fiends weren’t killed back, at least the common people would suffer less, and in extreme crisis, he could choose whether to reveal the Ten Thousand Dao Bell.
In other continents, by the time the news reaches them, people are often already slaughtered, and even if he wished to reveal the Ten Thousand Dao Bell, there would be no opportunity.
"Boom!"
With the Kunpeng Step Technique from the Nine Heavens Kunpeng Body, he left a trail of Dao Marks in the void, two Celestial Horned Elephants and a Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon’s shadow emerging from his body, actively greeting the approaching Dharma Aspect Perfection Demon Saints.
Nine Dragons Nine Elephants Skill!
He had only cultivated the power of two elephants and one dragon so far, failing to capture the Great Saint Level Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon’s corpse during the battle in Jinzhou.