Chapter 641 - 423: Overbearing Momentum Suppression
"Such a Cultivation Holy Land, and you think trash like you can occupy it? Forget it, I’m too lazy to argue with you. Our Vermilion Bird Tower already informed you, if you don’t move, don’t blame us for taking action. Others won’t say we’re bullying you country folk."
Facing the fury of the Iron Sword Sect Leader, the disciple of the Vermilion Bird Tower showed an indifferent expression, even referring to the people of the Wilderness as country folk.
Of course, this wasn’t just his personal opinion; most of the people coming from outside the Wilderness called the martial artists here country folk. Not only were their cultivation levels poor, but their Cultivation Techniques were the kind of stuff only those country folks in the Five Great Domains would practice. What else would they call them if not country folk?
Don’t be fooled by the Iron Sword Sect Leader’s Martial King Fifth Layer cultivation; any Martial King Fifth Layer from the outside can easily take on ten like him.
Because the Iron Sword Sect Leader, even with a Martial King Fifth Layer cultivation thanks to the nourishment of heaven and earth, practices a trashy Martial Venerate Technique and hasn’t cultivated any Martial King Level Techniques at all.
Without proper Cultivation Techniques, how can they compete with the Martial Kings from the outside?
This is also why Huo Tianzheng and others appeared so weak under the aura of several Demon Kings, as ninety-nine percent of the Martial Kings born in the Wilderness now do not have Martial King Level Techniques and rely solely on the nourishment of heaven and earth on the native beings of the Wilderness for such cultivation.
In their view, it is just like a beggar with good luck finding a piece of gold.
"Simply too much bullying!"
"If I had the power, I would surely smash this filth spewing fool."
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All the Desert Martial Artists present couldn’t help but feel a wave of anger, yet they did not dare to show it. There isn’t even a single Martial King Ninth Layer powerhouse in the Wilderness now, and even if there were, how could they match so many external powerhouses?
Those daring to seize territory in the Wilderness aren’t ordinary people; they’re either Holy Sect Disciples or forces with Holy Sect influence. Even if all the Wilderness came together, they wouldn’t be able to take on any external force.
"Boom!"
After finishing his words, the Vermilion Bird Tower disciple pressed his finger down from the sky as if crushing an ant.
A fierce and overbearing aura exploded, shaking the void, and a massive finger emerged.
"Be gentle, don’t destroy the mountain terrain here!" Another Vermilion Bird Tower disciple reminded, fearing the Spirituality here would get damaged if the mountain terrain was destroyed.
"Don’t worry, Senior Brother, I know the gravity of it."
The massive finger pointed down with overbearing momentum, instantly striking the Iron Sword Sect Leader.
The Iron Sword Sect Leader wanted to dodge, but was already locked by a terrifying Heart Spirit and firmly bound in place by powerful Will Power, unable to escape.
He didn’t even have time to scream before he was obliterated by a single finger, exploding into a cloud of blood mist in the air.
"Clap clap..."
A few fragments of bone fell from the sky, striking the Mountain Protection Array of the Iron Sword Sect. Seeing this, the Iron Sword Sect disciples were enraged; all they wanted was to protect the foundation left by their ancestors and their own home. What was wrong with that?
Yet, these brutal external powerhouses directly killed their Sect Leader, rendering his hard-extended life to nothing.
"Sect Leader..."
"These beasts, fight to the end with them!"
"Even if it means destroying the foundation left by our ancestors, we cannot let them succeed!"
"Might as well die together!"
...
An angry wail arose within the Iron Sword Sect. The eyes of all Iron Sword Sect disciples turned red. Though the Desert Martial Artists who came here weren’t as emotionally struck, they too felt a wave of anger, feeling a sense of shared calamity.
"Back when Wei Fan led our Desert Human Race to sweep away the Demon Fiends, the Iron Sword Sect Leader led the sect disciples to suffer heavy losses. Ultimately, our Human Race achieved victory, thinking that our Desert Human Race would usher in eternal peace, yet we never expected such a tragedy to occur today."
Someone couldn’t help but roar.
The situation with the Iron Sword Sect was just one of many tragedies in the Wilderness. The countless sects that were exterminated in recent days are beyond count, and the mountain gates painstakingly managed for thousands of years have all become cultivation bases for external forces here.
"It’s because our Wilderness has no experts. If only there were experts, how would they dare to humiliate us like this? It is said that even those Martial Kings who once guarded the frontier and defended us against the Demon Kings for hundreds of years—some of their mountain gates have also been seized."
"Unfortunately, Wei Fan is no longer here. If he were, who would dare act recklessly."
"Wei Fan... I heard he left the Wilderness long ago and got into trouble with experts outside. Now he doesn’t even dare to return to the Wilderness, powerless even as the Yunhua Sect was wiped out."
"Don’t let these beasts get their wish, even if we have to destroy the ancestral foundation!"
At this moment, the final Martial King powerhouse within the Iron Sword Sect let out a sorrowful roar.
He gathered all his Power, intending to destroy the mountains where the Iron Sword Sect resided, denying the people of Vermilion Bird Tower the advantage.
Simultaneously, the remaining Iron Sword Sect disciples also unleashed all their Power, fiercely pounding towards the ground.
"They are a group of tough bones!"
Everyone looked with admiration at the Divine Sword Sect disciples. Previously, some sects had directly conceded after receiving warnings from external forces, with few daring to fight to the death with such external forces.
"These country folk don’t know their limits; in front of us, even if they wish to die, it’s difficult without our permission!"
A domain expanded down from the sky, enveloping the Iron Sword Sect in an instant. All the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect seemed frozen in place, unable to lower their raised hands.
"We are filled with hatred!"
The disciples of the Iron Sword Sect were in despair, unable to fight valiantly like jade over being broken like tiles.
"You ungrateful fools. Since you want to die, let me fulfill your wish!" The face of the Vermilion Bird Tower disciple turned cold, and a murderous intent dropped the air temperature sharply.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and an arrow enveloped in a storm of lightning came crashing down. Before the Vermilion Bird Tower disciples could react, it struck them, and a burst of lightning drowned the bodies of two Vermilion Bird Tower disciples.
A puff of blue smoke rose, and without even a scream, the two disciples of the Vermilion Bird Tower turned to ashes, leaving nothing behind.
"Finally, a strong warrior couldn’t stand the vile acts of these beasts!"
"That arrow light looks so familiar!"
Someone felt that the earlier scene seemed very familiar and began to ponder.
"Wei Fan, it’s Wei Fan! This is Wei Fan’s Jiaolong Sunset Bow. Back then, he nearly wiped out all the imperial powerhouses with a single arrow from afar!"
Someone shouted out because they had once witnessed Wei Fan shoot and kill a Song Family expert in the capital of the Chu Kingdom.
"Roar... Wei Fan has finally returned! He’s still so fierce. With Wei Fan here, who dares look down on us desert martial artists and call us country bumpkins!"
"Haha... I was wondering why it looked so familiar. It turns out to be Wei Fan. He’s still so domineering, killing two Holy Sect disciples before even showing up in person."
The desert martial artists couldn’t help but roar, feeling a rush of vindicated fury.
"What? Is this Wei Fan? The Zilan Sect’s Martial Saint wanted to kill him, and a group of Demon Saints from the Beiding Continent wanted to kill him. Didn’t he hide in Cangwu Mountain? How dare he show up again?"
The strong warriors from outside were shocked; everyone thought Wei Fan would not dare to appear anymore.
How does it matter being able to withstand a Holy Soldier barehanded or being as stunning as Xuanyuan Peak? Even Xuanyuan Peak hid for years to escape the pursuit of Demon Saints back then.
Without reaching the Martial Saint level, one remains an ant compared to a Saint Realm powerhouse.
Everyone looked in the direction of the arrow light, and they saw three silhouettes strolling towards them. The leading man’s hand held a large bow resembling a flood dragon. Who else could it be but Wei Fan, who once swept through the Wilderness leading the Desert Human Race to purge the Demon Fiends?
"Indeed, it is Wei Fan. He’s appearing once again to lead us Desert Human Race against these outsiders?" someone exclaimed excitedly.
"With Wei Fan here, who dares to bully us from the Wilderness!"
In the hearts of the desert martial artists, Wei Fan is an invincible existence, and they hold a blind adoration for him.
Retrieving the fallen arrow, Wei Fan surveyed the surroundings and said in a loud voice, "Today, I, Wei Fan, spread a word to the outside through you all. The Wilderness welcomes our kin from other continents to come here for cultivation and to establish sects, but the premise is to cultivate peacefully.
If anyone dares to bully the weak and seize the mountain gates of our Wilderness sects, I will cut them down.
For those who have seized the mountain gates of our Wilderness sects, I give you three days to leave, or don’t blame me for coming to wipe you out without warning.
Finally... all Demon Fiends must get out of the Wilderness, or you will regret coming here."
His voice was not loud, but it caused heaven and earth to tremble, and his domineering declaration filled the desert martial artists with boiling emotions.
This is their War God, who dares to challenge all the strong warriors from outside all by himself.
"This Wei Fan is so overbearing, so courageous!" An external Martial King couldn’t help but be moved.
One must know that the forces that have seized mountain gates in the Wilderness are either the Holy Sect or factions that have produced Saint Realm powerhouses, but Wei Fan dared to threaten all these forces alone.
Bear in mind that the forces entering the Wilderness are not only from the Beiding Continent but also from Western Hezhou and Donghua State. There are definitely more than a dozen forces that have Saint Realm powerhouses stationed.
Not to mention just being a Martial King, even a Martial Saint powerhouse may not have the courage to oppose so many forces alone.
"A powerhouse invincible below the Martial Saint level, do you think he is the type of mediocre person? Without the courage to go forward, how could he dare to withstand a Holy Soldier barehanded, and how could he unleash his Will Power to the utmost?"
The most important thing for a martial artist is Will Power; one could say how strong a person can become depends on the extent to which they can unleash their Will Power.
And the power of Will Power is related to one’s mindset and courage. A timid person cannot become an invincible powerhouse.
"Wei Fan, how dare you kill a disciple of my Vermilion Bird Tower? Aren’t you afraid of the wrath of our Martial Saint from the Vermilion Bird Tower?" A silhouette soared into the sky.
The Vermilion Bird Tower did not just send the two who had been shot by Wei Fan; there were experts hiding among the crowd.
"Then bring your Martial Saint along. The Wilderness is my home, and anyone who dares to act recklessly here will face my wrath. We Desert Martial Artists have fought for the common people, killing the Demon Fiends. If they wish to bully the weak, they better go somewhere else."
"Boom!"
After speaking, Wei Fan shook the Jiaolong Sunset Bow and shot an arrow directly killing this Vermilion Bird Tower disciple.
"Are there any more Vermilion Bird Tower disciples? Come out and let me wipe you all out too, and let’s see how your Martial Saint will rage."
Everywhere fell silent, and even if there were more Vermilion Bird Tower disciples, none dared to step forward.