With Wei Fan's current level of cultivation, he can crush an ordinary Saint Son to death with a single blow. Apart from the Saint Realm powerhouses, almost no one in the world can check and balance him. Even if Xuanyuan Feng of this realm comes, he can suppress him.
Killing these ordinary demon kings is not much different from crushing ants. If they join forces, they can still fight back one or two, but they are scattered and come from different demon tribes, so it is too easy for Wei Fan to kill them.
He strolled among these twenty or so creatures, and wherever he passed, the lives of demon kings were harvested. Their bodies exploded like fireworks, and not even a scream was heard. However, after a few breaths, the seven or eight demon kings present were completely destroyed and killed.
“Da da da…”
The human warrior kings around felt shrouded in unspeakable fear, a chill rose in their hearts, and the sound of teeth chattering could be heard everywhere.
At some point, the demon kings became as weak as ants. They did not fight with these demon kings. Of course, there was an urgent reason to open the palace, but more importantly, they were just evenly matched with this group of demon kings. If they wanted to kill the other side, they would pay a heavy price.
But in just a few breaths, all the demon kings were dead. They didn't even have time to react and try to escape before they were all blown up on the spot.
"Please spare my life..."
The arrogant King Wu was trembling all over. He was almost scared out of his wits because he had said something bad.
"roll!"
Wei Fan glanced at him and found that the panel did not react, so he did not kill him. He could understand the helplessness of the lower class, but it was really a shame for him to say such words.
You may not kill the demons, but don't laugh at those who are determined to kill them. If this person were pardoned, he would not dare to care about the things in the palace and would flee quickly.
[Kill the wolf demon, gain 100,000 years of ordinary power, 900 years of martial arts power]
[Kill the Iron-eating Beast, gain 100,000 years of ordinary power, 900 years of King of Martial Arts power]
[Kill the Bull Demon, gain 100,000 years of ordinary power, 900 years of King of Martial Arts power]
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[Ordinary skill: 3.02 million years]
[King Wu’s power: 52700 years]
The panel kept flashing, and combined with the demon king that had been killed before, his ordinary power reached three million years in a short period of time, which was enough to impact the realm of Martial Saint.
Not only that, there were also many monsters on the Wanling Bell that had never appeared before.
"You bully the weak with your strength. Do you think there is no one left in the demon clan? This Saint Son is here to kill you!"
Suddenly, an angry roar was heard in the distance, and a figure came running towards them, causing the ground to crack and soil to splash.
The figure was covered in fur, with a wolf's head and a human body. A tuft of white hair between the eyebrows looked like a crescent moon.
A tyrannical aura permeated between heaven and earth, mixed with a faint trace of saint-level fluctuations. He was like a flash of lightning galloping across the earth, setting off an endless frenzy.
"It's Holy Son Xiaoyue!"
"Not good, a fight between Saint Son-level warriors is about to happen, run quickly."
The human warrior kings around did not care to be shocked and fled to different directions like lightning. They recognized that the demon king who suddenly appeared was the holy son of the Howling Moon Wolf clan, the only offspring born after the current wolf king of the Howling Moon Wolf clan became a saint.
If a Saint Son-level war broke out next to them and they were caught up in it, the aftermath would be enough to kill ordinary peak martial kings like them.
Mu Feng's eyelids twitched wildly: "Another Saint Son is going to die..."
The fighting power of Saint Son Xiaoyue is only equal to that of Saint Son Iron-eating Beast. Saint Son Iron-eating Beast was killed by a palm strike by the vicious Wei Fan, so there will be no surprise to Saint Son Xiaoyue.
If these demon saints united together to kill Wei Fan, they might be able to put up a fight, but facing Wei Fan alone would only mean death, and they would probably underestimate Wei Fan, so even if they had a backup plan, they would not have time to use it.
"If another Saint Son dies, can our human race's Martial Saint withstand it?"
It was rare for a Saint Son-level genius to die in a battle between humans and demons, and he was not very clear about the consequences of a Saint Son's death. However, those demon saints regarded their offspring who had inherited their holy blood as the only heirs. It was obvious that they would cause trouble for the human race.
"roar!"
The Holy Son of Xiaoyue roared, opened his mouth and spit out a silver beam of light towards Wei Fan. In an instant, a large amount of frost appeared in the void and the earth was frozen and cracked.
"It looks like I can live a little longer!"
Mu Feng couldn't help but sigh when he saw this. Wei Fan could resist the holy soldiers with his bare hands. He must have practiced physical training martial arts and his body was extremely strong. Getting close to him would almost be a death sentence.
It was very wise for Saint Xiaoyue to launch the attack from a distance instead of getting close to Wei Fan. Of course, it was not because Saint Xiaoyue recognized Wei Fan's identity, but the physical body of their clan was not their strong point. Although Saint Xiaoyue's physical body had reached a level comparable to that of a high-level martial king's divine weapon, it was still not as good as that of Saint Iron-eating Beast before.
The Iron-Eating Beast Clan was so powerful that their bodies were too strong. The Saint of the Iron-Eating Beast wanted to use his body to suppress Wei Fan, but at the first sight, his body, which was comparable to the top martial king's divine weapon, was penetrated.
In addition, Xiaoyue Saint Son also saw the scene of Wei Fan slaughtering those demon kings. He knew that Wei Fan was a master of the same level as him. Although his words were arrogant, they were very cautious.
"boom!"
The void was shaking, as if a huge rock was thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples. Wei Fan merely moved his body, and the void was overwhelmed.
In fact, he had been trying his best to restrain his own strength, fearing that he would break the void of this small world. After all, even the Martial Saints did not dare to come in because there was something wrong with the space here.
Although he is not a Martial Saint, he is not much weaker than a Martial Saint.
Although Saint Xiaoyue was cautious and did not get close to Wei Fan, at this moment Wei Fan could easily kill an ordinary Saint even with the power of his true essence alone. After all, the explosive attack power of true essence depends fundamentally on the realm of the soul.
A fiery red sun rose up, instantly dispelling the coldness all around, and green smoke rose from the ground, as if it was about to burn.
“Boom…”
The beam of light sprayed out by the Holy Son Xiaoyue was shattered in an instant. The Big Sun was unstoppable and went upstream, almost hitting the Holy Son Xiaoyue's mouth.
"What?"
The Holy Son Xiaoyue was greatly surprised. The beam of light he sprayed out could easily penetrate several mountains, but it was broken by a punch from the person in front of him.
The next moment, he didn't care about being surprised. He shut his mouth and twisted his body frantically to avoid it, but the sun still hit him.
A huge mountain in the distance was directly pierced by the sun and caught fire on the spot.
Although there was green smoke coming out of his body, the Holy Son Xiaoyue still felt a chill enveloping his body and he almost died.
Even though the sun just brushed past his body, half of his body was still cracked and burned by the terrifying high temperature.
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"He almost killed Xiaoyue Saint with just one move. When did Baohuazhou produce such a fierce man?"
Those Martial Kings who fled to several sides were shocked. They thought it would be a fierce fight between the Sons of Saints, but they did not expect it to be a one-sided crushing.
"Who are you?"
The Saint Son Xiaoyue's face was filled with horror. How could the King of Martial Arts be so absurdly strong? This was already a combat power beyond the realm of the King of Martial Arts. Even the Saint Son of the Emperor of Martial Arts could have almost killed him with just one move from a distance.
"die!"
Wei Fan stepped on Qingmingyou and rushed over like a bolt of thunder. His body seemed to merge into the void. His speed was so fast that even the Holy Son Xiaoyue could hardly catch him.
"Stop, I am the Holy Son of Howling Moon!"
As Wei Fan approached, murderous intent spread like a tide. After introducing himself, the Holy Son Xiaoyue turned around and ran away, hoping that his identity as the Holy Son Xiaoyue could save his life, because his father, Demon King Xiaoyue, was one of the most powerful demon kings in Baohuazhou, no weaker than King Qingjiao.
Unfortunately, Wei Fan didn’t know any of this, and even if he did, he wouldn’t care.
"boom!"
Wei Fan threw out his second punch, and Xiaoyue Saint Son turned around to defend himself, trying his best to deliver the strongest blow, but Wei Fan still smashed his head with one punch, and his body fell straight down.
"Another Saint Son has died. This fellow hasn't finished killing people in Beidingzhou yet, and has come to Baohuazhou again. Do Wusheng and the others know that this God of Killing has been invited here?"
Mu Feng felt a little scalp-tingling. Only five saints from the Baohua Continent's demon tribe had come in, but two of them had already been killed by Wei Fan.
Baohuazhou and Beidingzhou are different. The Demon Saint and Martial Saint of Beidingzhou have all gone to the wasteland, but the Demon Saints of Baohuazhou are all there. If things go wrong, this incident may turn into a full-scale war between the human and demon races.
This kind of combat power is simply destroying the balance, and the key is that Wei Fan is also very murderous.
"Killed Howling Moon Saint with two punches?"
The King of Wu who was watching felt like his scalp was about to explode, he was stunned by such a domineering method. If the Saint Son of the human race sect died, they could be re-elected, but if the Saint Son of the demon race died, there would be no more.
"Run, Holy Son Xiaoyue is dead, go find Little Green Dragon King."
A demon king who happened to find this place turned around and fled immediately after seeing the Holy Son Xiaoyue being killed.
Wei Fan did not pursue them because there were so many of them. Anyway, the exit to leave the small world was probably in the palace, so he just needed to guard the palace.
He turned and walked to the front of the palace. The bronze gate had no trace of rust and was covered with mysterious patterns, connecting with the surrounding walls.
Wei Fan stretched out his hand and tried to touch it, but a transparent light curtain rose up and bounced his hand away, but the force was not strong.
"After countless tens of thousands of years, even the things left by the Martial Emperor should have decayed. If the force is strong enough, it should be possible to break it."
Mu Feng walked over. The palace exuded a majestic and imposing aura, but it was not as powerful as he had imagined.
Wei Fan did not rush to attack the gate, but floated into the air and looked at the yard. Many things inside had rotted, but there were still a few green plants growing, emitting a faint glow.
"They are all ancient medicines that are more than ten thousand years old!"
Mu Feng took a deep breath. No wonder those martial kings had joined forces with demons to attack this place. Anything that was more than ten thousand years old, even a weed, was a rare treasure in the world. What's more, this was the Taoist temple of Medicine Emperor Huangfu Qingyang. It was definitely not an ordinary thing to be planted in this yard and protected.
"Hand over the Holy Blood Fruit and I'll spare your life!"
When Wei Fan was about to open his martial arts eyes to carefully observe the palace, a whistling sound suddenly came from afar. It was the voice of the Little Green Dragon King.
"Has anyone really found the Holy Blood Fruit that can help people break through to the Holy Realm?"
Wei Fan's heart moved, and he quickly turned to look in the direction of the sound. He saw Feng Hua running in front of him, and a group of people were chasing her behind her, including the Martial King and the Demon King. (End of this chapter)