Chapter 310: Strong Suppression, Invincible Aura

The patrol leader had no idea that the man in front of him was the number one killing god in the wilderness. He had destroyed many sects, including two of the Saint Sect, and wiped out all the demons in the wilderness.

Not to mention that they were just patrol officers from Zhilan City, even if they were provoked by the Holy Son of Zhilan Sect, Wei Fan would kill them without mercy.

"Just because this is Zhilan City, do you think I will let you capture me?"

Wei Fan waved his sleeves again, and all the pieces of meat on the ground turned into ashes, leaving no trace.

"Let me see who asked you to cause trouble for me!"

Although he had been away from the wasteland and come to the outside world for more than ten days, he had spent most of the time in the White Bone Tribe and had not offended anyone in Zhilan City. Except for Hu Shiqi, whom he had just killed, he did not have any enemies with anyone.

Although he had many enemies in the outside world, those people did not know that he had left the wilderness.

As he spoke, Wei Fan grabbed the patrol leader and intended to search his soul.

However, before he could grab the patrol leader, he saw the storage gourd on the patrol leader's waist suddenly exploded, sweeping out a terrifying force.

Boom! The terrifying force instantly submerged the patrol leader's body, and his golden body quickly disintegrated.

"Murder to silence the witness!"

Wei Fan's expression was grim, he had not expected such a sudden change at all. It was too late for him to save them. He could only turn his outstretched hand into a suppressive one, eliminating the force that killed the patrol leader so that it could not affect other people.

When it was all over, the patrol leader had vanished into thin air, not a single body was left, only a large pit was left where he had been.

The entire restaurant was shaking and dust was falling.

“That was a close call!”

Someone reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The fluctuation at that moment made most people feel the breath of death.

If Wei Fan had not acted in time and allowed the power to kill the patrol leader to explode, no telling how many people around would have died.

"What happened?"

Feeling the impact of Wei Fan's attack, Fenghua left the room and came here, looking at the big pit in the restaurant with a frown.

Wei Fan recounted what happened before, and then continued, "I originally wanted to twitch his soul and search his soul to see who was targeting me, but I didn't expect the person behind the scenes to kill me to silence me!"

"Maybe it's not directed at you, but at me!"

Fenghua seemed to be thinking about something and began to look around.

That person was able to silence the patrol leader, so he must be nearby, and was able to do so in the first place.

She did not use her mind to scan the area. After all, this was Zhilan City, and there were many powerful martial kings. Even she did not dare to arouse public anger, but how much could she see with her eyes alone?

"You?"

Wei Fan was stunned, thinking that he was most likely affected by Feng Hua, otherwise it would be inexplicable why someone targeted him just after leaving the White Bone Tribe.

"Killing the patrol of Zhilan City will cause trouble, let's leave here first!"

Fenghua walked out decisively. Several patrolling Divine Realm Martial Sect members dared to attack Wei Fan, the Martial King. It was not because they were mentally ill, but because of the rules of Zhilan City and the tyranny of the Zhilan Sect.

It’s a pity that they have no idea what a killing god Wei Fan is, and the reputation of Zhilan Sect is of no use to Wei Fan.

"You two, you want to leave after killing someone. Do you think there is no one in Zhilan City?"

Wei Fan and Feng Hua were still a step too late. As soon as they walked out of the restaurant, they were blocked by a young man and a group of patrolmen.

This man was wearing blue clothes, not the standard armor worn by patrol officers.

The most eye-catching thing is the silver orchid embroidered on his clothes, which is vivid and looks as real as ever.

"It's Hou Zhijie, the core disciple of Zhilan Sect. It is said that he has reached the second level of Martial King before he is forty years old. This young man is in trouble!"

"It's obvious that those patrols were deliberately causing trouble. Is the Zhilan Sect so unreasonable?"

"No matter what the reason, killing the patrol of Zhilan City is a slap in the face of Zhilan Sect. If his background is not bigger than Zhilan Sect, he will be skinned alive if he doesn't die."

"You know nothing. This world has always been about fists. Anyone who talks to you about reason can kill the people of Zhilan Sect. The Zhilan Sect would have been wiped out long ago."

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As soon as Hou Zhijie appeared, he was immediately recognized by many people. As a core disciple of the Zhilan Sect, he was very influential in the martial arts world, not to mention that Zhilan City was his own territory.

"You came just in time!"

Wei Fan looked at Hou Zhijie and said, "There really is no one in Zhilan City, otherwise a demon king wouldn't have sneaked into the city and I, an outsider, wouldn't have been needed to take action."

As soon as these words were spoken, a trace of anger flashed across Hou Zhijie's face. It was indeed a shame to let the Demon King sneak into the city.

"You are so sharp-tongued. We have already discovered the identity of the demon. We just want to play the long game to catch a big fish." Hou Zhijie snorted coldly.

Wei Fan couldn't help but sneered, "What a shameless thing! It was me who killed a demon king, but now it's your credit. Are all the core disciples of Zhilan Sect so shameless as you?"

He looked at Hou Zhijie and the people Hou Zhijie brought with him and found that the panel still had no response, which meant that these people had not colluded with the demons. Perhaps it was just as Fenghua guessed, what happened today was aimed at Fenghua.

After all, Fenghua is an outsider, so it is normal for him to have a few enemies.

Hou Zhijie looked unhappy, and felt that the people around him were looking at him with mockery in their eyes: "Stop talking nonsense, you killed my Zhilan City patrol, you better give me an explanation for the crime."

He no longer worried about the demon. After all, he was not a small figure like the patrol leader who could use this matter to cause trouble for Wei Fan.

"My friend has made great contributions in killing demons, but you, the patrol officers of Zhilan City, are indiscriminate and want to arrest my friend on the pretext that he took action in Zhilan City. Is this how Zhilan City treats the heroes who killed demons?"

Fenghua couldn't help but speak, her tone a little cold, and she became more and more certain that this matter was related to her.

Because she noticed that Hou Zhijie glanced at her several times while he was speaking.

But she had only been to Zhilan City many times and had no grudges with the people from Zhilan Sect. She really couldn't figure out why the people from Zhilan City would cause trouble for Wei Fan because of her.

"Even if the people of Zhilan City are at fault, it is our city that should punish them. If we kill them without asking any questions, can we kill everyone if we just say that the people of Zhilan City are at fault?"

Hou Zhijie did not end the matter because of Fenghua's words.

Wei Fan shook his head and said, "You are so overbearing. Even if your people are wrong, they can only be captured by your people and cannot resist, right? How powerful.

There is no point in saying more. Everyone knows the real reason. Just tell us how you want to describe it."

After talking for a long time, he also understood that Hou Zhijie's arrival was probably not just because he killed the patrol officers in Zhilan City, but was probably also related to the person behind the scenes.

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Since reasoning is useless, let's just see who has the bigger fist.

Hou Zhijie smiled and said, "You are right. Zhilan City is so domineering. If you have the strength, you can also be domineering. Go ahead. If you can beat me, who dares to ask you for an explanation?"

"Here?"

Wei Fan also laughed, his tone calm and peaceful.

"Let's fight outside the city. We can't fight here!" Hou Zhijie shook his head.

The consequences of the two martial kings fighting in the city would be disastrous. Although he wanted to kill Wei Fan, he did not want to cause damage to Zhilan City.

As he spoke, Hou Zhijie flew out of the city.

Wei Fan originally wanted to kill Hou Zhijie on the spot, but seeing this he had to stop.

With his current strength, he was confident that even if he restrained his power, he could easily kill Hou Zhijie.

However, the opponent was already in the air, and if he attacked, others would think he was only able to launch a sneak attack.

"Let's go!"

He and Fenghua broke through the air and flew out of the city.

"Zhilan Sect's core disciple Hou Zhijie is fighting a fierce battle. Brothers, don't miss it."

Someone shouted and followed the arrows to fly out of the city. In an instant, hundreds of people flew into the air like locusts.

"You really dared to come here and didn't take the opportunity to escape. You are quite brave. If this hadn't happened, I would really like to make friends with you."

In the sky outside Zhilan City, Hou Zhijie stood in the void and looked at Wei Fan with admiration.

As a core disciple of the Zhilan Sect, there are not many people in the world who dare to fight with him. The person in front of him has such courage, which can be said to exceed most people in the world.

As he spoke, he grabbed at the void, and an ice-blue sword quickly condensed out, emitting a sword intent that soared into the sky, tearing a hole in the clouds above his head.

"Hou Zhijie is indeed a core disciple of the Zhilan Sect's Void Condensation Sword Technique. He has already practiced the Void Condensation Sword Technique to the point where he can do whatever he wants."

"To be a core disciple of Zhilan Sect, at least one must reach the Martial King level before the age of 40. Why do you think Hou Zhijie could become a core disciple of Zhilan Sect?"

"This young man is in trouble. It is said that the Void Condensation Sword Technique of the Zhilan Sect is one of the unique skills of the Zhilan Sect. The higher the cultivation level, the more terrifying the condensed sword is. I don't know how many martial kings in the martial arts world have suffered at the hands of this technique."

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The people watching the battle from afar couldn't help but be moved by this scene.

The terrifying sword intent surged, and some martial masters who were originally very close could not help but scream and fell from the sky powerlessly.

Wei Fan shook his head: "Unfortunately, I look down on villains like you. I will give you one last chance. Tell me who ordered you to cause trouble for me, and I will spare your life!"

"court death!"

Anger flashed across Hou Zhijie's face, and his figure immediately flashed in the air, like a streak of thunder across the sky.

He became one with the sword, and his entire body was about to transform into a divine sword. The terrifying sword intent emanated from him, and the ice-blue sword in his hand fiercely struck Wei Fan's chest.

Wei Fan did not move until Hou Zhijie approached, then he raised his eyelids and slapped him away as if he was slapping a fly.

Boom! It looked like a casual strike, but the power was extremely terrifying. After changing his main cultivation method to the Three Emperors Sutra, even if he just struck casually, the power was far beyond his previous martial arts.

The Three Emperors Sutra plus the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm can be said to have transformed him completely and made him invincible.

The void vibrated unbearably, like a muffled thunder, deafening.

Boom! What kind of Void Condensed Sword Technique is this? One of the unique skills of Zhilan Sect was completely vulnerable to his terrifying palm power.

Almost in an instant, the ice-blue sword in Hou Zhijie's hand exploded, and the fragments made a whistling sound that pierced through gold and split stone, and rolled back to his body, shooting countless bloody holes on his body.

(End of this chapter)