Chapter 619 - 401: A Killing Spree
"Leave the Holy Blood Fruit, or you won’t walk out of this arena."
In the sky, the void rippled, resembling a vast ocean surging forward, as Feng Hua flew swiftly, followed by a group of Martial Kings and Demon Kings, each with bloodshot eyes.
The Holy Blood Fruit was cultivated by Demon Emperor Huangfu Qingyang. It requires the body of a Demon Saint or Martial Saint to grow, blooming after a thousand years, and bearing fruit after another thousand years.
The sole purpose of the Holy Blood Fruit is to be consumed when aiming to break through to the Saint Realm, increasing the success rate by fifty percent.
The beings entering the Secret Realm, whether from the Human Race or the Demon Race, primarily seek spiritual objects that aid their breakthrough to the Saint Realm. With the appearance of the legendary Holy Blood Fruit, it’s no wonder they have gone mad.
Spurred by the Holy Blood Fruit, even among the pursuers of Feng Hua are Saint Sons of the Holy Sect and the Demon Race, and ordinary Martial Kings have also joined the frenzy.
Mu Feng’s expression changed slightly: "It’s your companion Feng Hua!"
He remembered Feng Hua, and though they hadn’t interacted, he was impressed by how Feng Hua was always by Wei Fan’s side, seemingly inseparable.
A black mass of over a hundred Martial Kings and Demon Kings pursued them, making even Saint-level figures’ scalps tingle, not to mention that there were some Saint Sons among them.
After speaking, he wanted to turn and see Wei Fan’s reaction, only to find that the Wei Fan beside him was just a remnant image, his true body already hundreds of meters away, rushing like thunder towards the distance.
"Does he intend to face all the Martial Kings and Demon Kings alone?"
Gritting his teeth, Mu Feng also joined the chase.
A few breaths later, Wei Fan and Feng Hua met.
Feng Hua had blood at the corner of her mouth, her face pale, and a palm print on her back: "You finally arrived!"
She sighed in relief, standing behind Wei Fan, no longer fleeing.
Her combat strength was formidable, never using her full power in battle, yet defeating all enemies. Today, however, she was injured, indicating how strong her opponent was.
"Are you alright?"
Feng Hua shook her head. Wei Fan scanned the surroundings, and no wonder even someone as powerful as Feng Hua was hurt; practically every notable powerhouse was chasing her, including the four Saint Sons of the Human Race Holy Sect, Yuan Yi the Saint Son, and a disciple of the Xining Royal Family.
The Little Cyan Flood Dragon King and the two disciples of the Profound Crane Sect were also there. With such a force, any ordinary Saint-level figure would’ve been destroyed, making Feng Hua’s mere injury quite impressive.
Of course, another reason was that too many were strong, fearing that while beating Feng Hua, they’d also destroy the Holy Blood Fruit.
Over a hundred Martial Kings and Demon Kings, along with figures like Yuan Yi the Saint Son and the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King, were an invincible force; even Xuanyuan Peak of this realm would have lamented their arrival.
"Who caused her injuries?" Wei Fan stepped forward, rare anger showing.
Along his journey, his hands had been stained with much blood, yet seldom did he show anger.
Instantly, a blood-like aura surged from his head, piercing the heavens. Even with over a hundred Martial Kings and Demon Kings opposing him, they couldn’t suppress his momentum.
Opposite, many people’s expressions changed slightly, halting their pursuit, thinking Wei Fan was also after the Holy Blood Fruit, not expecting him to be with Feng Hua.
Among the crowd, figures continued forward, belonging to the Territory Guardian War Generals from the Beiding Continent. But they were not chasing Feng Hua; they came to help.
With Wei Fan’s appearance, they all flew to his side, beginning a standoff with the others.
"Are our Territory Guardian War Generals from Beiding Continent going to take on this group alone?" Scar and others showed eager expressions, not the least bit intimidated.
"Arrogant, I hacked her with a sword; what will you do? If you don’t hand over the Holy Blood Fruit, I’ll not only hurt her but kill you too!" an Elephant Demon snorted coldly.
He wasn’t a Saint Son of any race but was a renowned Demon King from Treasure Flower Continent, his strength second only to the Saint Sons.
"Die!"
Wei Fan’s robe billowed, hair flailing, the Scripture of the Three Emperors roared into motion, and his Primordial Spirit opened its eyes.
"Boom!"
He struck a palm across the void, causing a terrifying collapse that transmitted a powerful force instantly. Without even hearing a scream, the formidable Elephant Demon vanished with the collapsing void, no bones left.
"So strong!"
"The White Elephant King was killed with a single palm, from afar. When did such a terrifying figure emerge in Treasure Flower Continent?"
"This is an overseas dragon!"
Someone couldn’t help but scream, scalp tingling, as the White Elephant King, capable of dueling with many Saint Sons, was like an ant, eliminated by a single palm from a distance. It was a shocking scene.
"Who else struck?"
Wei Fan’s killing intent surged, descending like a Killing God, his Will Power twisting the void behind him.
"Is this perhaps a Martial Saint entering this arena?"
Such a sight made some retreat, unwilling to oppose Wei Fan. The Holy Blood Fruit was important, but only if they lived to use it.
The opposite side fell silent, even Yuan Yi the Saint Son and the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King were subdued, no longer arrogantly admitting they had attacked.
This was truly an overseas dragon, so fierce it defied description, and facing over a hundred King-level powerhouses, he appeared ready to slaughter them all.
"Who else participated?" Wei Fan spoke coldly.
Mu Feng’s eyelids twitched wildly: "He’s about to unleash carnage!"
This was a ferocious man who could withstand Holy Soldiers with his bare hands. If he truly went berserk, he could tear through even hundreds of Martial Kings and Demon Kings, though it might take some time.
He wanted to warn some of the Human Race Martial Kings not to throw their lives away, but was reluctant to expose Wei Fan’s identity, hoping these people wouldn’t be blinded by greed.
"Him, him, and him!"
Feng Hua pointed a finger at the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King, He Yuan, and He Xing.
She had been picking Holy Blood Fruits when these three Demon Kings ambushed her from behind. If not for her formidable strength, she would have been killed.
Wei Fan nodded, his eyes emitting two cold glints: "Those who want the Holy Blood Fruit, stay. Those who don’t want to die, back off."
He warned the Human Race Martial Kings because he didn’t want to kill indiscriminately—after all, many of them were Territory Guardian War Generals. Whether they listened or not was out of his control.
"Boom!"
With that said, Wei Fan immediately charged towards the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King and the two disciples of the Profound Crane Sect.
"Nether Fire is a Territory Guardian War General from the Treasure Flower Continent, here to support the Beiding Continent. Even if you want to seize the Holy Blood Fruit, please consider your Human compatriots and stay out of it."
Mu Feng ultimately couldn’t resist giving a reminder. After Wei Fan spoke, some of the Human Race Martial Kings retreated, but many remained in place.
However, once he spoke, knowing that Wei Fan was a Territory Guardian War General, indeed, some Territory Guardian War Generals withdrew, though many had their eyes blinded by the Holy Blood Fruit and didn’t retreat.
The main issue was that even though Wei Fan demonstrated unmatched strength, no one believed he could single-handedly contend with so many powerful figures. Not only did these Saint Child-level demons like the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King not back down, but even Yuan Yi, the Saint Son, and disciples of the Xining Royal Family also stood their ground.
They wanted to obtain the Holy Blood Fruit, but first they had to deal with these Saint Sons.
"We’re vying for the Holy Blood Fruit now. Human-Demon alignments can be discussed later!" Yuan Yi, the Saint Son, snorted coldly, but didn’t make a move. Wei Fan’s target was the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King and the two Profound Crane Sect disciples. He had no reason to ally with a major enemy to kill Wei Fan at this time.
If Wei Fan and these three Demon Race members could mutually wound each other, the Holy Blood Fruit would be his.
"Please, let the two of you hold the line for me. Let me face this Overseas Dragon."
The Little Cyan Flood Dragon King’s hair was wildly dancing; a terrifying aura was rising from him, forcing the Martial King and Demon King behind him to keep stepping back. Even though Wei Fan had killed the White Elephant King with one palm from afar, he still had the confidence to compete with Wei Fan.
He was inherently a Cyan Flood Dragon with exceedingly powerful Jiao Dragon bloodline; both his parents were Demon Saints. For years he dominated without defeat, not even placing Yuan Yi, this naturally gifted Divine Realm Martial Sect member, in his eyes.
Wei Fan was like a thunderbolt streaking across the sky, aiming directly at him. His demonic power struck the void behind him, his body rushing towards Wei Fan like a bolt of thunder.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the man and the demon collided like two blood-stained meteors. Though they both exerted full effort to control their power, the surrounding void shattered in an instant, tearing open terrifying cracks.
"Stronger than the Dragon Turtle Demon King!"
This was the most formidable Demon King Wei Fan had encountered so far, surpassing the Dragon Turtle Demon King in every aspect.
"But that’s all there is to it!"
Cold gleams flickered in Wei Fan’s eyes. With one clash, everything shattered; the fractured void stirred up fearsome ripples, like waves. Amidst the blood splatter, the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King exploded into a mass of broken bones.
No matter how strong the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King was, he could not surpass Xuanyuan Peak in his youth. Even if young Xuanyuan Peak were here, Wei Fan was confident he could suppress him.
If he moved skillfully against Wei Fan, he might last a few more moves, but recklessly clashing head-on was simply a faster way to die.
"What?"
A chorus of screams erupted. The once arrogant Little Cyan Flood Dragon King, a peerless Demon King with Demon Saint parents and a high likelihood of becoming a Saint, was killed just like that.
Mu Feng felt parched; this was the third Saint Son to die. This was no Martial King—it was clearly a Martial Saint. Even Xuanyuan Peak in his prime wasn’t this terrifying.
"This is bad, Brother Qing Jiao died in one move!" The two disciples of the Profound Crane Sect felt their scalps almost explode, drastically changing their expressions.
Because, in terms of combat power, they were inferior to the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King. It was only their identity as disciples of the Demon Emperor Sect that made the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King treat them with respect. It wasn’t because they were stronger than him.
"Run!"
The two White Cranes had no hesitation, turning to flee. Wei Fan’s invincible presence gave the impression that even a Demon Saint couldn’t suppress him, inciting a terrifying momentum that made their courage evaporate.
They instantly transformed into their true forms, flapping their wings to escape.
"Die!"
Wei Fan’s voice seemed to echo from Hell, making the two White Cranes shiver all over, as if falling into an ice cave.
"Boom boom..."
Suddenly, four giant fists appeared in the void ahead, crashing down from above, below, and from both sides.
It was Wei Fan’s newly learned martial technique, the Eight Desolates and Six Harmonies Demon Suppression Fist!
If this Fist Technique reached Perfection, fourteen fists could strike simultaneously in all directions: front, back, left, right, above, below, east, west, north, and south—leaving no escape regardless of one’s prowess.
However, at present, Wei Fan had only achieved Minor Achievement and could only unleash four fists from the front, back, above, and below.