Chapter 254: Human King Zhong vs. Wang Bing, the Demon King of Xuanhe Sect

From the box, the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect took out a golden mace. Because it was not activated, Wang Bing did not show any abnormality.

It hadn't been such a long time since he took out Wang Bing. He had taken it out a long time ago. However, Wei Fan was elusive and came and went without a trace, so he couldn't lock onto Wei Fan at all.

He was also worried that Wang Bing would not be able to hit Wei Fan when he attacked, and would kill other demon lords instead.

"Don't worry about them. Killing Wei Fan is the most important thing. If he continues to be violent, they will still die!"

The Little Monkey King and the Little Lion King stood behind the Saint Son of the Xuanhe Sect and asked him to quickly urge the royal soldiers to kill Wei Fan. They could no longer sit still as they watched Wei Fan slaughter the demon lords one by one with his palms.

These demon lords are going to die anyway, so there is not much difference between Wei Fan killing them and killing them.

"Okay, two princes, give me a hand!"

Upon hearing this, the Holy Son of the Xuanhe Sect gritted his teeth and poured his demonic energy into Wang Bing.

Another reason why he was reluctant to use the king's weapon was that this level of weapon was exclusive to king-level masters. If one's cultivation was not high enough and tried to use it forcefully, he would most likely be drained dry.

Even though he has a seven-colored golden body, his strength is pitifully small compared to Wang Bing's. The further one advances in martial arts, the greater the gap between each realm.

Looking across the entire wasteland, there are at least several hundred Martial Honored Ones, if not thousands. However, the number of Martial King-level masters can be counted on one hand, and the gap between them is simply incalculable.

There were records of God Realm masters and Martial Lords fighting each other for a few moves, but between Martial Lords and Martial Kings, there had never been any record of a Martial Lord being able to fight with a Martial King for even a single move.

To the King of Martial Arts, no matter how many Martial Lords you have, you are just ants.

"good!"

The Little Lion King and the Little Monkey King raised their arms and pressed them against the back of the Saint Son of the Xuanhe Sect. The demon energy poured out like a tide. In an instant, the golden mace in the Saint Son's hand emitted a dazzling light curtain, and a terrifying aura revived and permeated between heaven and earth.

"After coming to me, Wang Bing's aura can restrain his form and mind!"

The Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect roared, reminding the other Demon Lords, otherwise when Wang Bing attacked, the remaining Demon Lords would surely be smashed to pieces.

"The Holy Son has mobilized the royal army, run away!"

A demon lord roared, his face full of horror. When the martial lord used the king's weapon, the power was completely uncontrollable. Except for the person wielding it, it was deadly to all objects around it.

The terrifying power of the king-level divine weapon swept across the sky and the earth. In an instant, the ground sank and all things were shattered.

"Holy Son, spare my life!"

Some demon lords begged for mercy in a screaming voice, their bodies rapidly cracking and decomposing. Under the indiscriminate wave coverage of Wang Bing, even the cultivation level of the demon lord with the five-colored golden body and nine-forged body could not withstand such wave, and everything on his body was destroyed.

They wanted to escape, but under Wang Bing's influence, even their bodies were disintegrating, so they couldn't escape at all.

Their pleas for mercy were useless. On one hand, Wei Fan was slaughtering people one-sidedly, and on the other hand, these demon lords were buried with him. There was no way that the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect would stop if there was a chance to kill Wei Fan.

Once they stop urging Wang Bing to move, they will sooner or later be killed by Wei Fan with his ability to follow his mind.

On the golden mace, mysterious traces of Tao emerged, interweaving with the heaven and earth, resonating with the Tao, and triggering the power of Tao.

The void began to boil, rippling like the surface of a lake.

Puff...

The demon lord closest to the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect disintegrated on the spot due to the ripples and turned into ashes.

"Is this the power of Wang Bing?"

Wei Fan's expression also changed. Under Wang Bing's influence, he felt as if his body was about to disintegrate. Even his ability to move with his mind was restricted.

The void was no longer a place he could travel through at will, but became as hard as iron. When he had the thought of traveling through it, he felt a sharp pain in his soul, as if it had hit a bunch of spikes and was injured by an inexplicable force.

"A mere Martial Lord can make so many of our demon race's geniuses use their royal weapons to kill him. Wei Fan, you should be proud of yourself even if you die!"

An excited look appeared on the face of the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect. He had already noticed that under the influence of Wang Bing's movement, Wei Fan's ability to move as his mind moved had completely failed, and Wei Fan was teleporting.

This world now is no longer the same as before. It has been connected with Wang Bing. If Wei Fan wants to travel through it, his spiritual power must exceed that of Wang Bing.

But no matter how magical the soul of a mere Martial Lord is, he can never be stronger than Wang Bing.

"Kill him now!"

The little monkey king's face was pale, but his eyes were full of excitement. His cultivation was almost drained, but he saw hope of killing Wei Fan.

"Be careful, something is wrong. Although his ability to move with his mind has been restricted, his body is still intact under Wang Bing's power!"

The little lion king roared.

Under Wang Bing's power, except for the three of them, the other demon lords had disintegrated and died completely. Although Wei Fan looked like he was carrying a huge weight, his body was not hurt at all.

There seemed to be a layer of golden light surging under his skin, counteracting the damage caused by Wang Bing's fluctuations.

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the Holy Son of the Xuanhe Sect and the Little Monkey King changed drastically. After being reminded by the Little Lion King, they also discovered that something was wrong.

All the demon lords were disintegrated. Even though Wei Fan’s level was the seven-color golden body, it was impossible for him to remain intact under Wang Bing’s fluctuations.

The little ape king screamed: "He also has a king's weapon, hurry up and attack!"

The only explanation is that Wei Fan also has a weapon of the same level, which can counteract Wang Bing's power. No wonder he dared to come to Yunhua Sect alone.

"I don't know if this can be considered a king weapon, but its power should not be weaker than that of a king weapon!" Wei Fan had a blank expression on his face, and a dazzling light began to shine on his body.

At the same time, the sounds of tiger roars and dragon roars came from his body, as if a dragon and a tiger were imprisoned in his body.

Puff puff…

The sound waves and Wang Bing's waves collided, causing violent ripples in the void. The two waves began to annihilate each other during the collision, and the aftermath seemed to split the space apart.

"die!"

The Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect roared, and the fluctuations of Wang Bing formed a huge mace shadow, and then Wang Bing smashed towards Wei Fan with great force.

Wang Bing’s movements were breathtaking, the heaven and earth were shaking, and the dazzling light outshined the scorching sun in the sky.

Boom boom...

Under the terrifying aura, the ground below kept cracking, all things turned into dust, and waves of destruction surged in all directions.

"Even if you have Wang Bing, how much of his power can you exert by yourself?"

The Little Monkey King, the Little Lion King and the Holy Son of the Black Crane Sect stared at Wei Fan in the golden light with burning eyes and did not think that Wei Fan had a chance of turning the tables.

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Even if Wei Fan also has a king's soldier, the king's soldier is so easy to use. The power of the king's soldier exerted by the three demon lords together is not something Wei Fan can contend with.

Buzz...

The next moment, the eyes of the three demon lords popped out.

In the golden light all over the sky, a huge golden bell appeared above Wei Fan's head, spinning around, with the sounds of tigers roaring and dragons howling and the golden crow flapping its wings.

One after another, traces of Tao emitting a mysterious aura emerged, resonating with the heaven and earth in the void, and resonating with the Tao.

In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky, and huge lightning flashed from time to time.

“Is this Wang Bing?”

The Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect screamed. The magic weapon that appeared on Wei Fan's body in front of him was obviously more impressive than the golden mace in his hand. The dragon soul and tiger soul seemed to be real.

With a roar, the royal weapon wave emitted by the golden mace was shattered.

Especially the three-legged golden crow, which actually spit out terrifying sun fire from its mouth, as if it could burn everything.

Is Wang Bing like this? The three demon lords were horrified. Wang Bing was just a king's weapon, infected with the king's will and engraved with Dao marks. There would be no such thing as a living thing or a weapon spirit.

But on Wei Fan's golden bell, there were actually three things that looked like living things.

clang……

The huge mace shadow hit the golden bell, and the dull bell sound spread like ripples and swept out. The golden bell above Wei Fan's head did not move at all, but the mace shadow was broken in an instant and exploded into pieces.

"His golden bell is no match for the king's mace!"

The little lion king, the little monkey king, and the holy son of the Black Crane Sect screamed and their scalps tingled.

They originally wanted to suppress Wei Fan with their Wang Bing, but they didn't expect that the Wang Bing on Wei Fan was more terrifying than their Wang Bing, and instantly shattered the shadows of the Wang Bing that the three demon lords had created together.

Even though they tried their best to activate the magic weapons and armor on their bodies, they were still sent flying with blood spurting out of their mouths under the vibrations of the collision of the king's weapons, and the magic weapons and armor on their bodies quickly disintegrated.

"You don't even have the qualifications to die under the Human King Bell!"

The golden body on Wei Fan's body disappeared and he retracted his body. Without the urging of the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect, the fluctuations of the royal soldiers between heaven and earth disappeared.

With a thought, he instantly appeared above the flying Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect and snatched the Da Wang Mace away.

"Give me back my Wang Bing!"

The Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect's eyes were bloodshot, and he had not come to his senses at all. The most important thing now was not Wang Bing, but their lives.

"Okay, I'll give it back to you!"

Wei Fan didn't even infuse his true energy, he just pulled out the King-beating Mace in his hand. With the terrifying power, a white wave of air was drawn out of the air.

Bang! When he saw the demon essence of the Holy Son of the Xuanhe Sect being blown up and his body about to be blown up by the Da Wang Mace, a piece of divine jade on his body automatically cracked open, and a terrifying force surged out from it, which instantly bounced the Da Wang Mace away.

Wei Fan only felt his arm shaking and his palm going numb. When he raised his arm high, the trump card in his hand was almost bounced away.

"The Demon King of the Black Crane Sect?"

His eyes were cold and sharp, and he stopped the flying body. Then a shrill crane cry came out from the cracked divine jade, and then a tall and majestic figure rose from the divine jade as if it was expanding.

A terrifying aura swept across, and everything around seemed to be frozen. Even the strong wind became quiet, as if it was frightened by the majestic figure.

The tall figure had eyes as sharp as lightning and pupils as bright as stars, looking down at Wei Fan like a god.

"Master, kill him quickly. He has already killed the other demon lords!"

The Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect roared, his forehead already covered with cold sweat. If the Sect Master had not given him something to protect himself, he would have been beaten to death by Wei Fan with his Da Wang Mace.

He didn't expect that so many demon lords would die, and even after taking out Wang Bing, he still couldn't kill Wei Fan, and Wang Bing was even taken away by Wei Fan.

(End of this chapter)