Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

"Pssst pssst..."

The clash between Sword Intent and Saber Intent is terrifying, with sounds of annihilation constantly echoing around.

Blood Qi surges within Wei Fan, his physical form glowing with brilliance. He hasn’t utilized the Condensing Dao, but with his willpower, he can draw out the Blade Dao just by the Sword Intent of the Four Symbols Heaven-Sundering Slash, even without using the Dao.

The Four Symbols Divine Beast roars loudly, revolving around Wei Fan’s arm, and in an instant, Sword Aura and Saber Aura clashed against each other.

This is a battle between one person and one demon, a confrontational showdown between Saber Dao and Sword Dao, and a collision of physical bodies.

"Boom..."

Like thunder exploding, blinding light covered the heavens and the earth, engulfing the figures of Wei Fan and He Feihong. The paths of the Saber Dao and Sword Dao reverberate through both the sky and earth and then retreat together, sending Sword Light and Saber Shadow scattering in all directions.

The destructive waves resonated violently, leading to a fearful development. The ground beneath Wei Fan and He Feihong collapses, and both fall out from the Void World into the real world, as if the Void World cannot withstand the fearsome power brought by this strike clash.

"Humph!"

He Feihong let out a muffled groan of pain; upon closer inspection, blood splatters erupt from his wings, a few feathers shattered, and their glow dimmed.

He felt as though his wings nearly lost sensation, with his body inherited from the Demon Emperor bloodline being cut open, revealing deep wounds down to the white bone.

"Rumble..."

Even though Gu Qingshan intervened in time, the mountains still shook and smoked rose, as the epic battle abruptly intruded into the real world.

"That Crane Demon was hurt by Wei Fan!" someone shouted from Celestial Star City.

Crimson blood like blood diamonds dripped from the sky, striking the ground with intimidating cracks like mountains pressing down, causing lands to shake and shift.

Everyone was tremendously shocked; Wei Fan’s Blood Qi surged like a dragon, spanning the heavens and earth, his body imbued with intricately profound Dao Marks, extending into the void like arcs of lightning. His raging Saber Intent surged forth as he lifted his hand and struck He Feihong back into the Void World.

"Young Master He is injured!"

The Three-Eyed Toad Saint displayed a look of astonishment, as even He Feihong, imbued with Demon Emperor bloodline, suffered injuries at the first true confrontation with Wei Fan, staining the sky with blood.

"The physical body is not the only factor; I possess the Demon Emperor’s Secret Technique that can suppress and kill you."

Ten Thousand Spirits of Divine Light lit up the Void World once more, He Feihong reconfigured his bleeding arm, the flowing brilliance truly recuperating the injury. Utilizing extreme speed, he retreated, within an instant, widening the gap between himself and Wei Fan.

The screeching crane cries were ear-piercing, shattering metal and cracking stones, quickly obliterating the fallen feathers through a terrifying Sound Wave, causing Wei Fan’s aura to distort.

"Eight Desolates and Six Harmonies Demon Suppression Fist!"

He unleashed the Eight Desolates and Six Harmonies Demon Suppression Fist, and instantly, fourteen fists emitting terrifying waves emerged, encircling He Feihong from all directions, from sky to earth.

But, his speed was so rapid that he narrowly evaded these Martial Techniques meant for hard resistance, allowing the fourteen fists from Wei Fan to strike empty air.

"Damn it!"

He Feihong was furious beyond measure; the reason why individuals with body ascension cannot be approached stems not only from their frightening power and defense but also because concentrating power requires almost no time, each fist and palm strike constitutes a fearsome attack.

Although He Feihong possesses some Demon Emperor’s Secret Techniques, he nevertheless needs time to manifest them. Wei Fan’s unmatched physical form and unparalleled strength give him no chance to perform.

Just as he dodged the fourteen fists, Wei Fan darted like a bolt of lightning, fists shattering the sky and stirring the Void World.

He Feihong let out a long whistle, both hands transformed into wings, cutting towards Wei Fan’s fists like a Celestial Saber.

The wings covered the sky and shadowed the sun, slicing through the Void World, stretching into the real world.

Each feather possessed the power like that of Divine Soldiers, easily slicing top-level Martial King Divine Soldiers. However, when slicing Wei Fan’s fists, it only sparked a trail of starlights, with feathers akin to Divine Swords falling and being shattered by the aftermath of their clash.

"If this is all your strength, then you’re doomed to die today."

Wei Fan roared loudly, his momentum astonishing, with his fighting blood nearly igniting.

Treading the Cyan Nether Travel, his fingertips emitted dragon cries, seizing upon the hot-blooded wings, yet He Feihong merely flapped his wings once and disappeared from his sight.

This race of theirs excelled in speed; comparing to Martial Artists of the Human Race, there was no equal even among the Demons. Though He Feihong might not defeat Wei Fan, he was confident that his speed outstripped Wei Fan’s by far.

With just a flicker, he reappeared on Wei Fan’s other side, the wings like a Celestial Saber, slicing horizontally towards Wei Fan’s waist.

Under the sharp enhancement of Sword Intent, the space was severed, creating a massive fissure.

Wei Fan squinted slightly; having clashed multiple times, he understood the prowess of He Feihong’s wings. Capable of cutting an ordinary Pathway Condensing Martial Saint or injuring some Dharma Martial Saints, but to him, his body forged by the Nine-Nine True Skill usurps that might, rendering no threat to his defense.

He Feihong sought to suppress with speed, this speed proving lethal to other Martial Saints; however, to him whose physical defenses are terrifyingly formidable, it needn’t be worried.

The wings swept across the sky with a sharp aura, slashing onto Wei Fan’s waist.

"Boom!"

Wei Fan’s body shook, but the wings did not slice through, and countless sparks flew like fireworks.

"Break!"

Wei Fan yelled profoundly; the moment the wings sliced across his waist, he seized the moment for an overwhelming punch downwards.

His fist momentum was overbearing and unmatched in power, more dazzling than the sunlight.

"Crack!"

Amidst the enormous roar came the sound of bones breaking, and blood sprayed, white feathers fell, the divine light dimmed.

Under severe pain, He Feihong couldn’t help but let out a crane’s cry, his expression twisted.

He swept out his Will Power, collecting up the fallen feathers and sprayed blood, disappearing from their original spot, his whole body glowing as he reattached his folded wings.

"Godslaying Slash!"

He shouted loudly, his entire body radiating a terrifying aura, with shocking waves emanating from the center of his brow, causing the chains of order in the world to tremble and Dao Power to flow.

After holding it in for a long time, the Demon Emperor’s Secret Technique he mastered finally finished brewing.

"Be careful, this is a Primordial Spirit Secret Technique!"

Gu Qingshan let out a long cry to warn Wei Fan, worried that Wei Fan might not know what the Godslaying Slash was.

This is a Primordial Spirit Martial Technique created by the Demon Emperor, specifically designed to kill a martial artist’s Primordial Spirit, capable of annihilating an opponent’s consciousness on a spiritual level, extremely frightening.

Wei Fan had actually already sensed the terror of this Secret Technique, his Martial Arts Spiritual Sense had already warned him, his Primordial Spirit opened the Martial Arts Celestial Eye, and the Wind and Thunder Wings nearly opened on their own, trying to pull his consciousness into his Sea of Consciousness, to fully deal with the Godslaying Slash.

"Boom!"

Wei Fan retreated rapidly, opening up the distance between him and He Feihong, while both hands danced.

Only Primordial Spirit Martial Techniques can counter other Primordial Spirit Martial Techniques, ordinary power cannot defend against such things at all, if one were to resist with their Primordial Spirit, even if not dead, they would be crippled.

This is the foundation of the Emperor Dao Sect, generally, Saint Realm Powerhouses simply do not have the means to master Primordial Spirit Martial Techniques unless they are willing to work for the Demon Hunter Organization.

A scene of mountains and rivers appeared, with towering mountains and roaring rivers, every plant and tree was clearly visible.

"The Mountain and River Seal has been evolved by him to an incredible level!"

Zhou Shen was shocked, in the battle of the Desert Five Tigers Sect, Wei Fan had also used this Primordial Spirit Martial Technique, but the Mountain and River Seal he manifested at that time was not as powerful as it is now.

This vast momentum seems not like a Martial Technique evolution, but like truly summoning a piece of real mountains and rivers, one can feel a heavy pressure.

"Whoosh!"

A Sword Aura burst out from the center of He Feihong’s brow, with the momentum to cut through all things in the world, the Emperor’s Aura covering the sky and earth.

The Sword Aura flashed like lightning, emitting a blood-red glow like a crescent moon, like a ray of light splitting through the Void World, Wei Fan’s feelings were unknown to Zhou Shen and others, but their Primordial Spirits were all shocked by the aura from the Godslaying Slash, instinctively making defensive actions.

This is not an ordinary Primordial Spirit Martial Technique, but a secret technique created by the Demon Emperor, which He Feihong had brewed for a long time.

The blood moon flashed, transcending spatial limitations, and in an instant, reached in front of Wei Fan. He simply had no time to use the Martial Arts Celestial Eye to see any weaknesses of this Primordial Spirit Martial Technique, fully relying on his profound Martial Arts Spiritual Sense, he smashed the Mountain and River Seal heavily in front of him to block the blood moon from entering his body.

"Bang!"

The blood moon and the mountains and rivers seemed real, but collided, emitting a mind-shaking loud noise. Wei Fan felt a momentary blank in his mind, his Sea of Consciousness shook violently, and his six-hundred-zhang Dao almost manifested from the tremor.

The mountains and rivers shattered, the blood moon collapsed. Wei Fan saw that He Feihong was in worse shape, bleeding from his seven orifices, clutching his head in pain.

Although he used the Demon Emperor’s Secret Technique, Wei Fan’s Mountain and River Seal was just an ordinary Primordial Spirit Martial Technique. Still, Wei Fan’s Primordial Spirit had undergone four transformations, easily enduring the backlash from the collision of Primordial Spirit Martial Techniques, whereas He didn’t have such capability, only feeling like his Primordial Spirit was falling apart, his aura was in disarray.

"Impossible, the Mountain and River Seal is just an ordinary Primordial Spirit Martial Technique, how could it compete with the Godslaying Slash..."

He Feihong looked incredulous, it was surprising enough that the Demon Emperor’s Secret Technique couldn’t kill Wei Fan, but it didn’t even harm him a bit.

In fact, if Wei Fan were an ordinary Saint Realm, the backlash would have been enough to seriously injure him, and the Mountain and River Seal and Godslaying Slash were only evenly matched.

"Kill!"

Wei Fan knew the art of striking when someone is down, and without wasting words, taking advantage of He Feihong’s mind disorder and unstable Primordial Spirit, it was the perfect time to kill He Feihong. Otherwise, if He Feihong recovered, with his speed, unless Wei Fan exposed the Wind and Thunder Wings or Ten Thousand Spirits Bell, it would be very difficult to kill him.

Power surged like a tide, extinguished Qi Blood pierced through the Void World and the real world. In a flash, Wei Fan approached the still suffering He Feihong, his hands formed into a saber for slashing.

"Roar!"

"Moo!"

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The Four Symbols Divine Beast roared, phantom images accompanying Wei Fan’s hand saber slash, the sharp Sword Intent seemed to want to split the heavens and the earth.

"Quickly dodge!" In the distance, the Three-Eyed Toad Saint’s expression changed dramatically, yelling hoarsely.

This confrontation of Primordial Spirit Martial Techniques was the most perilous, usually decided in an instant, he knew He Feihong had lost.

Wei Fan was unharmed, whereas He Feihong was bleeding from his seven orifices, his Primordial Spirit severely damaged, unable to display peak combat strength in a short time, making it highly probable Wei Fan could kill him.

Although he said he wouldn’t interfere before, seeing the mortal danger He’s in, he couldn’t help but make a move. While shouting, he reached out a massive hand to strike.