Chapter 301: Identity Exposed, Palace 20,000 Years Ago

"Roar..."

The Black Scaled Dragon King roared, and this time he was knocked away by Wei Fan's punch, with his fist covered with dense cracks.

He knew that he couldn't go on like this. If he continued, it would only help Wei Fan.

The next moment, a pitch-black halberd appeared in his hand, emitting the vibrations of a top-notch martial king's divine weapon.

Everyone's face was filled with shock. They watched Wei Fan go from being inferior to the Black Scaled Dragon King in the beginning to suppressing the Black Scaled Dragon King and forcing him to take up all his royal weapons.

Being the first to use the magic weapon was quite embarrassing for the always conceited Black Scale Dragon King, because he had always crushed his peers, and this was the first time he was defeated like this.

"After the fist and foot competition, let's compare weapons!"

Wei Fan turned his wrist, and the Tiger Soul Blade appeared in his hand, also emitting the aura of a top-notch martial king's magic weapon.

His figure flashed, and he chased after him like thunder and slashed with a knife.

Boom! A huge blade light descended from the sky, trying to split the Black Scaled Dragon King in half, but the Black Scaled Dragon King held the halberd in his hand across his head, blocking the blade light in the nick of time.

"Tongtian Sword Classic, Great Sun Collapse Fist, you are not a disciple of Guangling Sect, but the Wei Fan who destroyed Guangling Sect!"

The Black Scaled Dragon King finally confirmed Wei Fan's identity, and shock appeared in his eyes.

This wasn't an outsider with his level of cultivation who had been suppressed before. The other party was really just at the first level of Martial King. It was already amazing that a first level Martial King could suppress him to this extent.

What is even more shocking is that the other party is a native resident of this collapsed land in the wasteland, a martial king who is less than twenty years old.

He is now in the wilderness, so he naturally understands the difficulty of becoming a Martial King in the wilderness.

When I heard that Wei Fan was less than 20 years old, he scoffed at the story and thought that the Wasteland was a story made up by the Wasteland Demon Hunter Organization, who wanted to create a god for the human race.

But everything at this moment shows that Wei Fan is really at the point of collapse, and he has become a Martial King before he is twenty years old.

If such a monster were released into the outside world and trained by those top saints, he would probably be able to kill him with one hand. How could he not be shocked?

"He is actually the Wei Fan who led the human race in the wasteland to defeat the demons?"

"What a horrible monster!"

"The legend is actually true!"

"I should have thought it was him!"

Several demon kings, Wu Yinghui and others felt their scalps tingling and looked at the figure that looked like a god of war in shock.

Bang! At this time, Feng Hua rushed over and pierced through the protective light curtain of the Black Scale Dragon King with one palm. His palm heavily chopped down on the Black Scale Dragon King, knocking him back and leaving a palm print.

At the same time, Wei Fan seized the opportunity and slashed out with his sword, almost cutting the Black Scale Dragon King in half, leaving a cut through which the internal organs could be seen.

"Take action! The Dragon King cannot die!"

Yuan Lie roared and rushed to the battlefield. Those who knew Wei Fan's character knew that after killing the Black Scale Dragon King, he would definitely attack these demon kings.

What do you mean by only killing the Black Scale Dragon King? He actually wants to defeat all these demon kings one by one.

The other demon kings obviously understood this as well and followed suit.

"Do you think we are just decorations? Brothers, go ahead and kill these beasts!"

Wu Yinghui and his people also followed suit. Regardless of whether they wanted to join the battle or not, they knew that if Wei Fan and Feng Hua were besieged and killed by the Demon King, they would also suffer next.

All of a sudden, people on both sides were forced to join the war.

A chaotic battle broke out. Fortunately, this place is special, otherwise, with more than a dozen martial kings and demon kings fighting each other, the battle would have been earth-shattering.

"You go help them, I'll kill this long worm!"

Wei Fan held the Tiger Soul Blade in his hand, his fighting spirit high.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Black Scaled Dragon King will no longer be able to cause any trouble, and he alone is enough to kill the Black Scaled Dragon King.

"good!"

Fenghua turned and left. She knew that Wei Fan had many cards up his sleeve, including two holy weapons, so nothing would go wrong.

Seeing this, Wei Fan no longer paid attention to what was happening outside and began to fight the Black Scaled Dragon King with all his strength.

Although his martial arts skills are not as good as the Black Scaled Dragon King's, his willpower has been increasing, and his strength has long surpassed the Black Scaled Dragon King.

After fighting for dozens of moves, he cut off one of the Black Scaled Dragon King's arms, leaving seven or eight wounds on the Black Scaled Dragon King's body.

"If I had known you were such a monster, I should have killed you before your cultivation was suppressed!"

The Black Scaled Dragon King had disheveled hair and his body was stained red with blood. He no longer had the same imposing manner as before.

"No matter when you come, you will die. I can kill the dragons in the Black Lake, and I can kill you too!"

Wei Fan swung his sword hard, directly chopping off the Black Scaled Dragon King's halberd. Without the support of the king's weapon, the Black Scaled Dragon King's strength suddenly dropped.

After another blow, the Black Scaled Dragon King was split in half and died tragically on the spot.

[Kill the Black Scale Dragon King, gain 100,000 years of ordinary power, 100 years of King of Martial Arts power]

[Ordinary skill: 240,000 years]

[King Wu's power: 1000 years]

"Oh no, the Dragon King is dead!" Yuan Lie's expression changed drastically.

The Black Scaled Dragon King, who dominated one side, died at the hands of a man who was less than twenty years old in the Land of Dao Collapse. If this news were to get out, I'm afraid few people would believe it, but it really happened.

The demon kings’ side was originally smaller than the human side, and now that the Black Scale Dragon King has been killed, the fate of these demon kings seems to be sealed.

"escape!"

He is not even as good as the Black Scaled Dragon King. If Wei Fan can kill the Black Scaled Dragon King, he can definitely kill all their demon kings. Now the only chance of survival is to escape into the depths of the cave and see if he can find something to break the impasse.

With a stick, Wu Yinghui was knocked away and Yuan Lie fled deep into the cave.

"You want to escape? No one can escape unless we fight to the death."

Wei Fan's figure flashed and blocked the way to the depths of the cave. With the increase of his willpower, his speed was also much faster than before.

"Tongtian Sword Canon!"

He raised his hands high and slashed at Yuan Lie with a sword as if to split the sky and earth. With the blessing of the top martial king's magic weapon, the void was almost cut in half, causing waves.

"Wei Fan, you have killed so many of our demon kings. When his Dao collapses, the demon clan will not let you go!"

Yuan Lie shouted fiercely and quickly held the big stick across his chest.

None of these demon kings who can become demon kings before the age of fifty have simple backgrounds. Yuan Lie is a threat, but it is of no use to Wei Fan. Instead, the power of the Tiger Soul Blade increases a bit.

You must know that at this moment Wei Fan's strength is so strong that even the Black Scaled Dragon King cannot withstand it, let alone Yuan Lie who is not as good as the Black Scaled Dragon King.

Ding! Sparks flew up, and the force of more than ten thousand kilograms caused the knuckles of Yuan Lie's hands to explode instantly, splashing blood.

He could no longer hold the big stick in his hand, and it flew back and hit him hard in the chest. His body arched and he flew backwards involuntarily.

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Blood splattered as it was Yuan Lie's former opponent Wu Yinghui who caught up with him and cut a gash in Yuan Lie's body with a knife.

He only had a mid-level martial king magic weapon in his hand, and he didn't kill Yuan Lie with one blow.

“Good knife skills!”

Wei Fan praised Wu Yinghui's swordsmanship, and at the same time, his figure flashed and he chopped the injured Yuan Lie into the air.

[Kill Yuan Lie, gain 100,000 years of ordinary power, 100 years of King of Martial Arts power]

[Ordinary skill: 340,000 years]

[King Wu’s power: 1100 years]

Bang! At the same time, on the other side, Fenghua teamed up with a martial king and also blew up a demon king.

All of a sudden, only three of the six demon kings were left.

"Wei Fan, my demon clan will not let you go!"

"We are all heroes of the demon race, and we all have demon saints behind us. Don't make mistakes!"

"There will be a great demon who will avenge us."

The three demon kings roared in despair and threatened Wei Fan, but it did not change the outcome.

After a few breaths, with Wei Fan's final blow, all the demon kings were killed.

Wu Yinghui and the others were a little excited. Killing so many demon kings at once was a rare occurrence even in the outside world, and all of them were geniuses among the demon kings.

A group of people began to clean up the battlefield and divide up the demon king's body and the things in the storage space. Wei Fan was given several tokens that could lead people to safely cross the collapsing barrier.

Wu Yinghui and others had these things on them, and they were all thrown to him.

"You can take a group of people away now!" He put away the token containing strange power.

After doing all this, the seven people began to walk deeper into the cave.

"What's the origin of this place?" Wu Yinghui looked at Wei Fan and Feng Hua curiously.

Since they had joined forces to kill the Demon King, the situation when he asked this question again was different from Wang Chunyi's previous questioning, and he asked it very calmly.

Wei Fan shook his head: "We don't know either. We just discovered this place by accident. If we knew more about this place, we wouldn't have made such a big noise and attracted so many people."

Wu Yinghui and others were stunned, and then realized that Wei Fan and Feng Hua might really not understand this place.

"So Wang Chunyi died in vain!" he couldn't help but complain.

Wang Chunyi didn't have a problem with his brain, but he was blinded by desire. He thought Wei Fan and Feng Hua knew about this place, but he was just unlucky and offended Wei Fan, the god of death who didn't care about his identity as the descendant of the Martial Saint.

As they walked inside, the cave became narrower and narrower, and under their feet was a small path paved with unknown stones.

After walking for a while, the front suddenly opened up and a larger cave appeared.

Here, a small square was also paved with unknown stones. Four huge pillars stood on the four sides, with blazing flames burning on them, illuminating the place.

There was an unpleasant stench in the air, but after breathing it in, they felt their blood boiling, as if their cultivation had improved.

Wu Yinghui took a deep breath and looked at the raging fire: "These flames are burning with corpse oil made from the flesh and blood of the demon saint!"

The powerful demon saints dominate the outside world and become the founder of a sect. Ordinary martial arts kings cannot even get a drop of demon saint's blood to make medicine.

However, here, it is boiled into lamp oil for lighting lamps.

Some people stared at the giant pillars with burning eyes. It was the Demon Saint's Corpse Oil. If they could get some, the trip would be worthwhile. Even if they ate it raw, it could temper their bodies.

"Have some ambition. When we come to a place like this, our goal should be to find something really good!"

Wu Yinghui scolded those martial kings who were ready to make a move, saying, "How could the things in a place where the oil from the corpse of the demon saint is used to light lamps be bad?"

And judging from the appearance of those giant pillars, it may not be possible to extract the Demon Saint's corpse oil.

"Look there!" someone suddenly shouted, pointing ahead.

A huge and magnificent underground palace appeared before everyone.

It is known when this palace was built. Its style is different from that of the present time and it exudes the vicissitudes of time.

"This architectural style is at least 20,000 years old!" Fenghua's eyes sparkled.

(End of this chapter)