Chapter 646 - 428: The Demon Saint Attacks
Within the Sea of Consciousness, Wei Fan’s Dao was rapidly condensing and expanding, like branches extending their tendrils across the surrounding Great Dao. In a short time, his Dao had grown considerably taller.
"One hundred and sixty zhang!"
At this moment, the growth of the Dao began to slow down. After all, he had just transmitted the Cultivation Technique and gained the empathy of the Desert Martial Artists; it was impossible for his Dao to grow infinitely. Next, he would have to wait for the technique to spread throughout the Desert for him to further benefit.
"You all are the first to receive the Cultivation Technique. Upon comprehending it and leaving, remember to spread the technique among the Desert Human Race. Only when the people of the Desert become as powerful as dragons, will no one dare to oppress us Desert people."
"We respect Master Wei’s decree!"
All the Desert Martial Artists shouted in unison, their expressions exhilarated. With the Holy Skill, they now had the capital to compete with powerful entities from the outside world.
Some even declared that after comprehension, they would travel across the Desert to spread the technique.
"In the future, even if Wei Fan demands these people to die, they would not hesitate."
The martial artists from outside were astonished; Wei Fan’s actions were utterly audacious. Most of these outsiders looked down on the Desert Martial Artists, thinking of them as country bumpkins, most without even a Martial Venerate Technique.
But if this was truly a backwater place, how could these self-important people be rushing to the Desert? Even the Martial Saints and Demon Saints ventured into the Desert months ago, risking their lives just to gain the status of the Desert’s original beings.
Now, Wei Fan had directly made a Saint-level Martial Arts available for all Desert people to cultivate. In a few years, the Desert would undoubtedly produce a large number of strong individuals. With Wei Fan’s god-like status in the hearts of the Desert Human Race, and along with this benevolent act of transmitting the technique, he only needs to raise his arm for countless Desert Martial Artists to rally to his cause.
To imagine such a scene is terrifying; even the Holy Sect would be trampled down.
With a huge number of the Desert’s original beings cultivating the Holy Skill, one cannot even begin to imagine how many Martial Kings would emerge. They were aware that many of the Desert’s Martial Venerables didn’t even have a Martial Venerate Technique, but through the earth’s nourishment, they were forcibly nurtured into Martial Venerables, their Golden Bodies forged multiple times.
Many Martial Venerables also broke through to become Martial Kings without any Martial King Technique, their ascension truly frightening.
"Boom!"
The distant void suddenly exploded, and a massive hand emerged to cover the sky, emitting world-destroying Saint-level fluctuations.
In an instant, mountains shook, and all present felt as if their Primordial Spirits were about to shatter, crushed to death by the terrifying pressure.
"Dare to kill my disciple from the Celestial Profound Sect, Wei Fan, prepare to die!"
Elder Xuanqing of the Celestial Profound Sect appeared.
The vast hand covered the sky, blocking out the scorching sun, casting a huge shadow. Under its overbearing aura, the Essence Qi between heaven and earth surged towards the hand, causing everyone present to change their expressions.
Though this giant hand was intended to attack Wei Fan directly, if it truly descended, these people would be either killed outright or severely injured by the Saint Realm Powerhouse’s aura.
"Even if you’re a Martial Saint, if you want to kill this old man, I’ll take a cleave at you first!"
Wei Zhenwu roared with anger, the Holy Soldier Celestial Desolate Halberd already in his hand, emitting rays of light towering to the sky, its Saint Soldier fluctuations soaring up to confront the Martial Saint.
"Let us old fellows experience the might of a Martial Saint!"
Elder Gongyang and several others’ spirits surged with momentum. Having traversed the Wilderness for a lifetime, this was the first time they encountered a Saint Realm Powerhouse, and they were filled with unparalleled battle intent, eager to face off with the Martial Saint.
"Bullying the weak with the strong, running wild in the Wilderness, did you ask this old man first?"
Amidst a thunderous voice that shook heaven and earth, an old man with grey hair tied with weeds, half-naked and wearing animal skins, suddenly appeared in the sky.
Though seeming aged, his muscles swelled like hills, resembling coiled giant pythons, with a bronze hue.
The old man also emitted terrifying Saint Realm fluctuations, surrounded by Chains of Order, holding a giant axe as large as a human head in his hand.
"Roar!"
His physical form was extremely terrifying; with a single roar, he shattered the sky, obliterating all Saint Realm fluctuations showering earth, protecting the mountains and rivers below.
"Dare to extend your hand in the Wilderness, I’ll slice off your claws—do you think the Wilderness is without anyone?"
The old man raised his giant axe and brought it down fiercely; in an instant, the massive hand split open, dissolving into pure power that dispersed.
"Where did this old man come from? So fierce!"
Many stared wide-eyed at the old man who suddenly appeared like a savage.
"A Saint Realm Powerhouse has appeared. As expected, Wei Fan has the backing of a Saint Realm Powerhouse!"
Some showed mixed surprise and understanding—Wei Fan daring to challenge the Celestial Profound Sect couldn’t possibly be just reckless patriotism; sheer zeal would only get him killed faster.
"Quickly retreat, a battle between Saint Realms destroys worlds; don’t wait here to die."
Of course, some, realizing the gravity of the situation, immediately fled for afar.
"Our Wilderness still has a Martial Saint elder?" Wei Zhenwu and others were dumbfounded, understanding from the old man’s words that he, too, seemed to be a person of the Wilderness.
"Old Clan Leader?"
Wei Fan showed an expression of surprise; he thought Gu Qingshan or Zhou Shen might come out to block the Celestial Profound Sect’s Martial Saint. Unexpectedly, the visitor was the Bone Tribe’s old Clan Leader.
The massive hand dissipated, the sky split open, revealing Elder Xuanqing of the Celestial Profound Sect.
He wasn’t very old, appearing to be in his thirties, with rosy lips and white teeth, possessing fine features, exuding a holy radiance.
"A savage from Cangwu Mountain? Why don’t you savages stay in Cangwu Mountain and dare interfere in the matters of my Celestial Profound Sect?"
Elder Xuanqing’s expression was grim, and the light in his hand surged as the wound he had suffered slowly vanished.
"Celestial Profound Sect is nothing. When my ancestor Qi Daozhen roamed the world, your sect’s founder would kneel and kowtow upon meeting him. Do you even have the qualification to act all high and mighty in front of me?"
The old clan leader spat, completely disregarding Beiding Continent’s so-called number one Holy Sect, Celestial Profound Sect. As for lineage, the Qi Family had produced nearly invincible powerhouses, creating a Martial Emperor Clan. The Celestial Profound Sect was nothing in comparison.
Elder Xuanqing’s pupils contracted sharply: "Are you a descendant of Qi Daozhen?"
Combining the old clan leader’s words before and after, he deduced the old clan leader’s origin, and his heart couldn’t help but tremble.
After Qi Daozhen’s death, his clansmen disappeared. It turns out they went to Cangwu Mountain. No matter how strong the Celestial Profound Sect might be, they would never dare to provoke a Martial Emperor Clan.
"So you are indeed a descendant of Qi Daozhen. No wonder you’re backing Wei Fan. This Wilderness practically belongs to the Qi Family. To cause trouble here is like slapping the Qi Family in the face."
Everyone displayed expressions of sudden realization.
"Our Wilderness now has a Saint Realm powerhouse backing us!"
The Desert Martial Venerables became collectively excited; many of them had been truly worried about Wei Fan, and now all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Those youngsters who bullied the people of our Wilderness, I may not like it, but I’m not going to fuss about it as I don’t want to be accused of bullying the weak. But if you, a Saint Realm powerhouse, dare to jump out, I’m going to chop you down today!"
The old man was clearly not as gentle as when he interacted with Wei Fan, displaying wild and explosive aggression.
After speaking, he unleashed a vast amount of power which transformed into a thunderous strike toward Elder Xuanqing.
"Do you think I fear you? Qi Daozhen died so suddenly; do you still have his Imperial Soldiers? Without them, what kind of Martial Emperor Clan are you?"
Elder Xuanqing reacted promptly, letting out a long howl and charged along with the old clan leader into the Void World.
It was well known that Qi Daozhen had no descendants. The so-called Qi Family was merely of the same clan. Moreover, Qi Daozhen did not die of old age, and chances are the Imperial Soldiers aren’t in the Qi Family’s possession. Strictly speaking, the Qi Family does not qualify as a Martial Emperor Clan, lacking Martial Emperor bloodline and Imperial Soldiers.
"Enough to kill you!"
The old clan leader was exceedingly fierce, his roar shattering the sky, with pathways of the Great Dao emerging around him, producing a rumbling sound.
He swung an axe mightily, and it’s uncertain how far Elder Xuanqing was sent flying, scattering Holy Blood everywhere.
"Buzz Buzz..."
Suddenly, the Divine Ring behind Wei Fan’s Primordial Spirit vibrated, and the Primordial Spirit opened its eyes to warn him.
"A Demon Saint is coming!"
His Martial Arts Spiritual Sense, almost divine, transmitted this message to him.
"A Demon Saint is coming, you must leave quickly!"
He roared lowly, urging Wei Zhenwu and Gu Ziqin among others to depart. Several Demon Saints were arriving, and whether Zhou Shen and others could match them was uncertain. Even at the risk of exposure, he would engage in battle.
Gu Ziqin and Zhi Hua knew he was already a Saint Realm powerhouse, and without hesitation, they turned into streaks of light and flew away, while Wei Zhenwu and several others hesitated.
"We’re baiting the Demon Saint, don’t worry. I fear I won’t be able to care for you later!"
He communicated swiftly through Mind Communication to Wei Zhenwu and the others, and immediately, they understood.
They had all briefly ascended to Martial King Ninth Layer level due to the world’s rebirth, yet with Wei Fan’s demonic talent, there’s no way he would remain on the same level as them. Wei Fan had most likely already become a Saint.
"Watch out!"
Their hearts trembled, and without further ado, they transformed into streaks of light and left.
Almost at the same time, the space near Wei Fan exploded, a furry paw, emitting overwhelming Demon Qi, reached out at Wei Fan.
The paw gleamed golden, as if cast from gold, projecting a sense of fierceness.
"Boom!"
The void continued to collapse, revealing an imposing figure akin to a mountain, and behind the void was indeed a Golden Lion.
The majestic boundless Blood Qi mixed with Demon Qi filled the Void World. It appeared as though a sea of blood had been added there.
Golden Lion King!
The first offspring of a Demon Saint Wei Fan had killed was his son, and at this moment, he suddenly launched an attack on Wei Fan, not letting up despite Wei Fan not being a Saint Realm powerhouse, throwing his full strength.
"Return my son’s life to me!"
Orderly chains emerged around him, and with a roar he shattered the sky, aiming to destroy heaven and earth.
Having already used his paw, he still feared being unable to kill Wei Fan, even deploying the Lion Roar, his ultimate skill, to try to finish off Wei Fan in one blow, showing how much he deemed Wei Fan important.
"Been waiting for you, beast! Golden Lion King, you old beast have regressed, to attack a Martial King and even employ a sneak attack, truly disgraceful for a Saint Realm powerhouse."
"Boom!"
Zhou Shen’s roar echoed, as the space beside Wei Fan cracked open, and Zhou Shen emerged from it, shining brilliantly.
With a stride, he came to Wei Fan’s other side, launching a punch at the Golden Lion.