Chapter 294: No Martial Ethics, King's Chariot

Wei Fan roared, his voice resounding through the sky like thunder.

The distance was too far, and even if he attacked now, it would be difficult to hurt the little golden lion king.

"After this is over, upgrade the Dragon Sunset Bow to a Martial King weapon!"

Even though he had already seen Gong Yangbo and the Little Golden Lion King, in fact they were still dozens of kilometers apart.

It’s not that his power can’t reach such a long distance, but after the power is extended over such a long distance, it is nothing to the golden little lion king who is at the third level of demon king.

"Threatening the King?"

The little golden lion king stood on the chariot and looked over with cold eyes.

He was tall and strong, with an aura radiating from him. The chariot under his feet drove across the sky, making a sound like thunder.

Boom!

Hearing Wei Fan's words, he slapped out a golden hand into the air, wanting to press Gong Yangbo to death in the void, and did not take Wei Fan's words to heart at all.

Who is he? He is the little lion king of the Golden Lion Clan, the descendant of the Demon Saint. Even in the outside world, few people dare to say such words to him. How dare people in this barren and lawless wasteland threaten him?

"I will kill him first, then you. It's been a long time since I ate the meat of King Wu!"

The golden giant hand emitted a terrifying wave, making a deafening sound as it rubbed against the air. It slapped Gong Yangbo's body like slapping a fly, and instantly shattered the domain that he had held up with great difficulty.

“Puff…”

Gong Yangbo gushed out blood from his mouth and his body was almost flattened. He didn't know how many bones were broken in an instant. He accelerated in the air like a ball and flew quickly towards Wei Fan.

"He's not dead, damn Dao Beng!"

The little golden lion king frowned. In the outside world, the second-level Martial King could be crushed to death with just one finger of his. However, in the place where the Dao collapsed, he couldn't kill him even with a palm strike of all his strength.

He did not attack again because the two human Martial Kings who had rushed over were already approaching. The man was only a first-level Martial King, so there was nothing to be afraid of. However, the woman exuded the aura of a third-level Martial King, which made him quite afraid.

"It should be from the outside world!"

The little golden lion king guessed Fenghua's identity in an instant. The Wasteland had never heard of a female Martial King who was at the third level of Martial King, so the other party should be from outside the Wasteland like him.

"Palace Master..."

Wei Fan flashed like a flash of lightning and caught Gong Yangbo in his hand.

Although he did not die, Gong Yangbo was half-dead, with cracks all over his body. His internal organs were only barely held together by force, and even his soul was injured.

However, although this kind of injury is serious for a martial king, as long as he does not die on the spot, he will be able to recover slowly afterwards.

"I have finally escaped with my life. It seems that God still doesn't want to take me away!"

Gong Yangbo smiled miserably, and began to heal his wounds as strength surged through his body.

Now that Wei Fan has arrived, it's safe. Although the appearance of a triple demon king is a bit strange, the Holy Lord of the Xuanhe Sect, who was holding the holy weapon and integrated with the demon saint formation, was killed by Wei Fan. There is no way this little golden lion king can survive.

"I leave it to you. When I met him, this beast killed many of our human soldiers. Don't let him go!"

"Don't worry, Palace Master. This beast won't survive!"

Wei Fan nodded, turned around and looked at Feng Hua: "Please help me take care of the Palace Master, I want to kill this beast with my own hands!"

With a cold face, he handed Gong Yangbo to Fenghua!

He couldn't do such things as protecting the human race for hundreds and thousands of years and intimidating the demon king, but he admired people like Gong Yangbo very much. Gong Yangbo's miserable state of being torn all over made the murderous intent in him almost freeze the void.

"His injury isn't too serious!"

Feng Hua flipped her wrist, and a green pill appeared in her hand, emitting a strong vitality. She then handed it to Gong Yangbo: "Old man, please take it, your injury will heal soon."

"Thank you, young lady!" Gong Yangbo took it and swallowed it. In an instant, the injuries on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The little golden lion king narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You can come up with such a pill. It seems that you are also a master from outside. Who are you?"

Many inheritances in the wasteland had long been lost, and there were no elixirs that were useful to the powerful Martial King. Not only were there no elixir recipes, but no elixirs that were useful to the powerful Martial King could be grown.

"I'm not interested in telling the dead my name!"

Fenghua glanced at the little golden lion king, then protected Gong Yangbo and retreated.

Since Wei Fan said that he wanted to kill the Little Golden Lion King himself, she had no intention of taking action. It was a good opportunity to see what means Wei Fan had to destroy the two major holy sects in the wilderness.

Upon hearing this, the Little Golden Lion King's eyes sparkled: "Are you saying that this Martial King Level 1 guy can kill me? I am the Little Golden Lion King, don't you know me?"

"You will soon become braised lion's head!" Fenghua's expression remained unchanged.

The golden little lion king's golden hair fluttered wildly, and he drove his chariot across the sky. "He is just the Martial King of Daobeng Land. I will swallow him first, and then I will capture you and torture you."

The chariot emitted a blinding light, and the monsters on it seemed to come alive, almost splitting the sky apart.

In an instant, a wave of royal soldiers surged up, and the sky and the earth changed color.

The chariot under his feet was actually a holy weapon of the Martial King level. Wei Fan had witnessed the horror of the outside world. A chariot that was just used for transportation turned out to be a king-level divine weapon.

Of course, this also illustrates the terrifying identity of the Golden Lion King. Even in a place like the outside world, not every King of War has such a chariot. If someone is not of a certain status and uses such a thing, he would have been killed long ago.

Boom boom...

At the same time, the little golden lion king stood on the chariot and punched Wei Fan from a distance, intending to kill Wei Fan first with his domineering force and then capture Feng Hua.

The golden fist quickly enlarged in the air, emitting a sharp whistle, and the terrifying waves shook the mountains.

"Stronger than Murong Hua!"

Wei Fan's heart trembled. As a master of the third level of Martial King, the Golden Lion King was far more powerful than Murong Hua.

It’s not that this guy couldn’t kill Gong Yangbo. He must have wanted to kill Gong Yangbo like a cat playing with a mouse. If he used all his strength, Gong Yangbo would not be able to survive until he arrived.

"boom!"

The next moment, a terrifying aura surged from Wei Fan's body.

He held the dragon-patterned gilded bottle in his hand like a living martial saint and charged at the little golden lion king without hesitation.

At other times, he would have been very interested in exchanging a few moves with the Little Golden Lion King and trying out the methods of the strong outsiders, but Gong Yangbo's injuries had already angered him, and he just wanted to beat the Little Golden Lion King to pieces and make a braised lion head.

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So when he made a move, he immediately used the dragon-patterned gilded bottle, the demon saint weapon that he had just obtained from the Xuanhe Sect.

The power of the holy weapon is so great that it can shake the world. Even if only a tiny bit of it is activated, it has unimaginable power.

Bang! Before the golden fist got close to Wei Fan, it suddenly exploded and spread out as pure power.

The little golden lion king screamed: "How could the dragon-patterned gilded bottle be in your hands?"

He didn't know yet that the Xuanhe Sect had been destroyed. In fact, except for Wei Fan and a few other Martial Kings, the outside world didn't know that the Xuanhe Sect, the holy sect that had overlooked the wasteland for thousands of years, had just been destroyed by Wei Fan. Except for a dragon-patterned gilded bottle, everything related to it had been wiped out.

The little golden lion king's face turned green and he frowned madly in his heart.

This guy has no moral principles and uses his holy weapons whenever he attacks. No one can beat him.

Not to mention that his current cultivation level has been suppressed to the third level of the Demon King. Even if he is at his peak state and encounters a holy weapon, he will run as far away as possible. Even if he is a strong man at the ninth level of the Demon King, if he does not have a holy weapon in his hand, he will be dead if he encounters a holy weapon.

Only some unprecedented monsters can come into conflict with the holy soldiers at the ninth level of the Martial King realm.

"escape!"

The little golden lion king was almost frightened to death. He originally thought that this was the weak King Wu of the Land of Dao Collapse and he could crush him to death with a single move. However, he never expected that this guy was even stronger than him, the descendant of the Demon Saint, and that he could use a holy weapon as soon as he attacked.

You know, his father is the Demon Saint, but he can't even produce a holy weapon.

Riding the chariot, the little golden lion king retreated explosively, and even used a secret method to burn his blood to escape.

"I said I would kill you myself, can you escape?"

Wei Fan shouted loudly, like the sound of thunder.

He rode the dragon-patterned gilded bottle across the sky like a bolt of thunder, and slammed the dragon-patterned gilded bottle in his hand heavily on the body of the little golden lion king.

Bang! The light curtain outside the golden little lion king's body exploded instantly and dissipated like a mirror.

"You dare to kill me? My father is the Golden Lion King..."

He roared loudly, trying to intimidate Wei Fan with the Golden Lion King. But don’t say that Wei Fan didn’t know that his father was a demon saint. Even if he knew, he would not be afraid.

If the demon saint dares to enter the place where the Dao collapses, it is still unknown who will kill whom.

Before he finished speaking, blood splattered in the next moment, and a cloud of blood mist bloomed like fireworks! What a third-level demon king, a genius from the outside world, the legitimate son of the demon saint of the Golden Lion clan, they were nothing in front of the holy soldiers.

Wei Fan controlled the dragon-patterned gilded bottle and struck with just one strike, destroying the little golden lion king to pieces, leaving no trace of his body.

"This guy is really murderous and has a bad temper. He killed the Little Golden Lion King right away!"

Fenghua felt her eyelids twitching wildly.

The last words of the Little Golden Lion King were not stupid, but the Golden Lion Clan had the confidence to do so. In the outside world, let alone the Martial King, even the Martial Saint would have to think twice if he wanted to kill the Little Golden Lion King, wondering if he could afford to provoke the Golden Lion Clan or the old lion.

But Wei Fan didn't listen. He took out the holy weapon and killed the little golden lion king without hesitation.

He didn't believe that Wei Fan couldn't guess the origin of the Little Golden Lion King. To be able to cross the Dao-collapse barrier and enter the wilderness so quickly, even a fool would know that he must have a background of Martial Saint level. However, Wei Fan didn't care about that at all.

Wei Fan's blood surged and he felt hot. Although activating the holy weapon only took a moment, the consumption was more terrifying than triggering the Five Emperors Fist. Even his strong body felt a pain.

After cutting off the power supply, the dragon-patterned gilded bottle returned to normal and was put away by him.

The king-level chariot was not destroyed and was deliberately preserved by him.

Wei Fan rushed over, put his feet on the chariot, and immediately poured his strength into it.

This thing is not strong in attack, but its speed is terrifying. If he hadn't urged the holy soldiers to form a terrifying field, the little golden lion king might have had a chance to escape.

These big powers spend a huge amount of money to refine this kind of thing, not just for the sake of showing off or demonstrating their status, but also for practical uses.

He just injected a little bit of strength, and the chariot rushed out hundreds of meters, as fast as lightning.

(End of this chapter)