Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

"We are disciples of the Profound Crane Sect..."

The two white cranes shouted in panic, hoping their identity as disciples of the Profound Crane Sect would intimidate this Killing God, but before they could separate, four fists shattered the void and blasted towards them.

"Damn it, if you kill us, the Profound Crane Sect won’t let you go!"

The two white cranes desperately tried to resist, but under the assault of four fists, they were as fragile as infants, immediately blown apart in mid-air, turning into a mist of blood and dissipating.

"Is he still human?"

Someone screamed in disbelief, their teeth chattering.

The Little Cyan Flood Dragon King, disciples of the Demon Emperor Sect, were crushed like chickens and dogs, completely powerless to resist—even if a Martial Saint personally acted, it would hardly be more terrifying.

"This is not an Overseas Dragon, but a True Dragon!"

Saint Sons of the Demon Race, Holy Sect, and Yuan Yi, disciples of the Xining Royal Family, were just short of wetting themselves, their teeth chattering.

The person before them was not only unmatched in battle prowess but also ruthless in his means, daring to suppress even disciples of the Demon Emperor Sect and the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King, whose parents were Demon Saints, absolutely lawless.

Regardless of him being a Martial King, even a Martial Saint Powerhouse would consider whether they could endure the wrath of the Cyan Flood Dragon King and the Profound Crane Sect before killing them, but this person killed without hesitation.

It was only for a Holy Blood Fruit, earlier everyone chased the woman desperately fleeing for her life, who could have imagined that so quickly things would turn out like this, with the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King and Profound Crane Sect disciples dead.

"I just said to fight for the Holy Blood Fruit, no matter whether you’re from the Human-Demon stance..."

Recalling what he said earlier, Yuan Yi, the Saint Son, felt like slapping himself several times, realizing that person wasn’t afraid and trying to persuade them from a Human-Demon stance, but warning them against sending themselves to death.

"Boom..."

Wei Fan’s murderous intent surged, not contained after slaying the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King and two white cranes, it intensified instead.

He could understand killing Feng Hua for the Holy Blood Fruit, but understanding didn’t mean he would forgive these people, and he’d warned once, Mu Feng had warned once, yet they still colluded with the Demon Fiends, leaving nothing to say.

Even if such people lived, they wouldn’t protect the Human Race; killing them made everything clean.

The murderous intent like tides twisted the surrounding void, wolf-smoke-like Qi Blood piercing the sky, Wei Fan rushed over, slaughtering into the crowd that hadn’t retreated, brutally attacking.

He paid no heed whether they were Demon Fiends or Martial Kings, he slaughtered all living beings that remained on site.

Of course, there weren’t many Martial Kings left actually, since entering the Huangfu Qingyang Dojo, Human Race Martial Kings were mainly Territory Guardian War Generals, Jianghu Wanderers were few, knowing Wei Fan was a Territory Guardian War General from another continent supporting the Treasure Flower Continent, most Territory Guardian War Generals retreated, leaving mostly Jianghu Wanderers.

The Demon Hunter Organization considered character besides talent when selecting Territory Guardian War Generals, so no matter how envious they were of the Holy Blood Fruit, they wouldn’t side with Demon Fiends against their own.

Thus, Wei Fan slaughtered without any concern.

He stormed into the crowd like a Great Sun, the mere fluctuation of power breaking bones and tendons of a group of Demon Kings and Martial Kings, those close were shaken to death alive.

"Kill, we are so many, don’t believe we can’t kill him!"

There were unbelieving people who shouted, inciting everyone to attack together, Sword and Saber Aura rising all around, instantly shattering the void, revealing the pitch-black Void World.

Wei Fan abandoned defense completely, let loose to kill.

Four Symbols Heaven-Sundering Slash!

Great Sun Collapse Fist!

Eight Desolates and Six Harmonies Demon Suppression Fist!

Various martial techniques unleashed wildly, frenziedly reaping, killing dozens of Martial Kings and Demon Kings in a short time.

"Has he already ascended with his body, his flesh is indestructible!"

Someone among the Demon Kings chattered, shouted in disbelief, any kind of attack blasted on Wei Fan’s body was shattered by his terrifying flesh, unable to harm him at all.

Not just one or two, but hundreds of attacks bombarded Wei Fan’s body.

"Courting death!"

Wei Fan suddenly trembled all over, shaken by two attacks.

Yuan Yi, the Saint Son showed a face full of disbelief, he and a disciple of the Xining Royal Family joined forces for an attack, merely causing Wei Fan’s body to move.

This was a result of their attack combined with others’, without which their attack likely wouldn’t even shake Wei Fan.

The horrifying scene made him feel his liver and gall splitting, unable to imagine a Martial King being so domineering.

"Boom..."

Wei Fan’s hands danced in mysterious trajectories, forming a seal technique.

Instantly, an illusory Mountain and River appeared behind him, suppressing all incoming attacks.

"Primordial Spirit Martial Technique Mountain and River Seal!"

A disciple of the Wang Family couldn’t help but scream, Martial Kings mastering Primordial Spirit Martial Techniques were almost legendary, unseen in reality.

Yuan Yi, the Saint Son, a naturally Divine Realm Martial Sect cultivator for twenty years, hadn’t reached entry level with Primordial Spirit Martial Techniques, Martial Kings training it not only required a strong Primordial Spirit Realm but extraordinary comprehension as well, these techniques were nearly Martial Saint exclusives, rarely practiced by Martial Kings.

"Run!"

Yuan Yi, the Saint Son screamed, he was the strongest in the field, yet first to conceive the idea of escape, the person before them would kill as many as came except Martial Saints, even wielding Holy Soldiers was futile.

Moreover, because the dojo was decaying, the Little World couldn’t withstand too much power, so their elders didn’t allow them to bring Holy Soldiers inside.

"Boom!"

However, just as this thought arose, Wei Fan had already sent an imprint flying over, pressing down the illusory mountains and rivers above their heads.

"Don’t kill me..."

Their eyes rolled back, only feeling as if their Primordial Spirits had been struck by the Eternal Divine Mountain, and the next moment, they knew nothing.

"Is this Killing God going to pierce through the sky of Treasure Flower Continent?"

Mu Feng, who charged in with Feng Hua, Scar, and others to join the battle, felt his scalp tingle. Wei Fan was simply lawless; it was one thing to have slaughtered Little Cyan Flood Dragon King and the disciples of the Profound Crane Sect, these Demon Kings, but he even killed Yuan Yi, the Saint Son, and the disciples of the Xining Royal Family. Even if he had an extraordinary background, it felt like Wei Fan had poked a hole in the sky of the Beiding Continent.

Moreover, the deceased were not just Yuan Yi, the Saint Son, and the Wang Family disciples. Of the several Saint Sons from the Human Race, only one retreated, while two remained. One unlucky soul stood together with Yuan Yi, the Saint Son, and was killed by this very Primordial Spirit Martial Technique.

"Run!"

"That guy’s not human!"

"He must be a Martial Saint!"

...

At this time, cries of despair arose, and the Martial Kings and Demon Kings, whose eyes had been blinded by the Holy Blood Fruit, finally came to their senses, abandoning the ridiculous notion of overwhelming Wei Fan with their numbers and fleeing in a rush.

"Kill!"

"Slaughter all these beasts who dare provoke the people of the Beiding Continent!"

"Don’t let any Demon King escape!"

...

Scarface Golden Roc and others, as if injected with adrenaline, showed high battle intent and began to surround and slaughter the fleeing Demon Kings.

Wei Fan had already done several earth-shattering things on the Beiding Continent, so they weren’t particularly surprised. Instead, they felt it was the greatest honor to fight alongside Wei Fan. Who cared if the so-called Saint Sons lived or died, or how many perished?

Furthermore, they had no positive feelings toward these Saint Sons. In such a situation, they didn’t help Feng Hua resist the Demon Fiends, and at the very least, they shouldn’t have participated in the siege.

"The battle is on, brothers. The friends from Beiding Continent came to help us. Let’s not make them think that our Territory Guardian War Generals of Treasure Flower Continent lack a strategic view; let’s destroy these Demon Fiends!"

Then, the Territory Guardian War General, who had retreated far away earlier, also shouted, joining the effort to surround and slaughter the fleeing Demon Kings.

They might spare the Martial Kings, but the Demon Kings all had to die.

As chaos erupted, Wei Fan sighed. Killing all the Demon Kings by himself was nearly impossible. When five to six dozen Demon Kings sensed impending doom and scattered, how many could he kill? Scar and the others joining the battle was inevitable.

He then withdrew his killing intent, restraining his power to individually slay those on the battlefield. First, he butchered the two remaining Demon Race Saint Sons. After a while, all fifty to sixty Demon Kings were slaughtered, rivers of blood flowing.

Before Wei Fan acted, none who didn’t retreat survived, whether they were Martial Kings or Demon Kings. The Martial Kings watching shivered as they witnessed this scene.

"Nether Fire? It’s already terrifying enough that there was a Wei Fan from the Beiding Continent, and now there’s someone even more terrifying than Wei Fan?"

The Saint Son of the Seven Stars Sect had chills running down his spine, drenched in cold sweat.

He almost stayed back, but ultimately he didn’t stand with Yuan Yi, the Saint Son, due to the Human-Demon stance. Had his heart not held a sliver of racial duty, he’d be a pile of broken bones by now.

Someone like Yuan Yi, the Saint Son, strong and with a natural Divine Realm Martial Sect foundation, was likely to ascend to sainthood. Now reduced to a lifeless corpse—it was terrifying.

"Saint Son, haven’t you realized yet? This Nether Fire is very likely Wei Fan himself. They are the same person." Said someone beside the Seven Stars Sect Saint Son.

How could there be so many peerless geniuses in the world? In just one continent, how could there be two individuals comparable to Xuanyuan Peak’s demon prowess? They are very likely the same person; otherwise, Xuanyuan Peak wouldn’t be known as the first in the Eastern Domain in two thousand years.

"That’s it, they’re definitely the same person!"

The Seven Stars Sect Saint Son was startled, realizing Wei Fan and Nether Fire were likely one and the same. However, the legendary Wei Fan was reportedly less than Xuanyuan Peak, while this Nether Fire was more terrifying than Xuanyuan Peak, causing him to not connect the two initially.

"A great victory!"

A Territory Guardian War General couldn’t help but shout. This battle eliminated fifty to sixty Demon Kings, three Demon Race Saint Sons died, along with two Profound Crane Sect disciples. Although many Demon Kings were still inside the dojo, they couldn’t stir up any more waves.

"Alas!"

Mu Feng sighed. It wasn’t just three Saint Sons that perished here. All the Demon Race Saint Sons who entered the dojo died. Even the Human Race Saint Sons were slain, leaving just one from the Seven Stars Sect. The sky had been pierced.

"Let’s go, find the remaining Demon Kings and kill them all. This time, our Human Race will ensure these Demon Fiends have no return!"

A Territory Guardian War General turned and left, followed by Jianghu Martial Kings.

They had seen the palace in the distance but dared not entertain thoughts of seizing it. Instead, it was better to search the wilderness for rewards. Competing with Wei Fan over the palace’s contents was a fool’s errand.

This was no longer the dojo of Medicine Emperor Huangfu Qingyang but Wei Fan’s dojo. Competing with Wei Fan was tantamount to courting death.

Moreover, the fact that Feng Hua found a Holy Blood Fruit outside suggested that good treasures still awaited in the wilds.

"Let’s go too!"

Scar called to the Territory Guardian War Generals from Beiding Continent, nodding to Wei Fan before leaving. With Little Cyan Flood Dragon King and these Demon Race Saint Sons dead, the dojo posed little threat to them. With some luck, they might find a second Holy Blood Fruit; staying together was rather unwise.

"I’ll notify you once I find a way out!" Wei Fan watched as Scar and the others departed.