"If we use the imperial soldiers, at worst we will all perish together!"

Ouyang Bolun roared because he felt that he was about to die. The demon hunter organized all parties to negotiate, and finally dispatched three powerful Saint Kings to support him and Mu Chen. There were a total of six Saint Kings, but none of them could match the King of Saint Kings of the demon clan, and they were always suppressed and beaten.

If the six of them had not put on divine armor, someone would have died long ago.

But after fighting for so long, he was almost exhausted. His body was covered with horrible cracks, and there was a huge hole running through his chest and back. As for his divine armor, it had long been shattered.

He really wanted to use the imperial weapon, but the imperial weapon was not in his hand.

"Hurry up, there is still a chance to fight now. If you wait any longer, you won't even have a chance to fight."

Mu Chen was also roaring and looking at Xuanyuan Zhen, who was in charge of the imperial army of the Xuanyuan family.

"Fight? Do you have the strength to fight with me? If you fight with your own strength, you can still live a little longer. If you use the imperial soldiers, you will only die faster. Do you think that my demon race has no imperial soldiers?"

On the opposite side, a man with a head full of golden hair was calm and confident. He emanated an unparalleled aura and his strength was like a raging storm. Under his power, the six Saint Kings were forced to defend themselves and could not truly contend.

He was like strolling in the garden, casually punching out in the air. The domineering force of the punch was like the sky pressing down, and it required the joint efforts of the six holy kings to resolve it.

He was scared away by the imperial soldiers yesterday, but today he also brought the imperial soldiers with him. He was not afraid at all. Once the human race attacked the imperial soldiers, he could also fight back with the imperial soldiers. At most, all the other demon saints would die.

Of course, all the Martial Saints of the human race must also die. He has this courage, but these Martial Saints of the human race do not. If all these Martial Saints really die, the army can march straight in.

This is also the reason why other human martial saints hesitated whether to use the imperial soldiers, because even if they used the imperial soldiers, they might not be able to kill the King of Saint Kings in front of them. If they could not kill the opponent, there was no point in using the imperial soldiers.

But if we don't send out the imperial soldiers, it's only a matter of time before we're all killed.

"Hold him, I will try to summon the power of the imperial soldiers!"

Another powerful Saint King of the Mu family said in a cold voice that he was the least injured and his body could still absorb the power of the imperial weapon. The bodies of the others had already been broken into pieces and they could barely absorb the power of the imperial weapon. Perhaps they would be killed by the power of the previous imperial weapon before they could even unleash it.

They had previously tried to activate the secret technique of the Emperor's Weapons to summon the power of the Emperor's Weapons, but this Demon Saint at the level of the King of Saints was too powerful, and interrupted their secret techniques several times with unmatched force.

"The power of the Imperial Soldier? You can only use it in front of me if I allow you to do so!"

The demon clan's king of saints showed a disdainful smile, and then punched the Mu family's saint king heavily. Although Mu Chen, Ouyang Bolun and others tried their best to resolve the attack, the strong man of the Mu family was still shocked by the punch and his mouth was full of blood.

"Don't hesitate. Use the imperial soldiers. Even if we can't kill him, we can at least injure him severely. Believe me, Wei Fan will be back soon. As long as we buy him some time, he will kill this beast..."

Gu Qingshan shouted not far away, reminding Ouyang Bolun and the others that even if all of them died, as long as they severely damaged the Holy King of Demon Lord, they would win, and as long as Wei Fan came back, he would be able to kill him.

“Puff…”

But just as he was reminding him, a demon saint seized the opportunity and slashed out a blade, cutting him in half.

Hot blood spurted out, Gu Qingshan's willpower rolled up half of his body and counterattacked with a punch.

"Brother Qingshan!"

"Palace Master Gu!"

Many human martial saints roared, their eyes turned red, and fought back. However, the demons also had Saint King-level warriors joining the battle, so they couldn't fight back just because they wanted to.

"Don't kill him, he is friends with Wei Fan, I want to deal with him!"

The demon clan's holy king said, "For many years, no one has dared to kill anyone from our clan. If Wei Fan doesn't come out, I will kill his friends."

He is from the lineage of the Nine-Headed Lion. The three-headed lion at the half-step Saint King level who was killed by Wei Fan before was his younger brother. In fact, most of the demon saints who participated in this battle had relatives or friends who were killed by Wei Fan.

Those who were beaten the worst were all those who had a relationship with Wei Fan. They didn't kill them, but just tortured them slowly, hoping to force Wei Fan out.

"Go fuck yourself, Xuanyuan Zhen, hurry up and send out the imperial soldiers. If you're afraid of death, give me the imperial soldiers and leave!"

Ouyang Bolun's eyes turned red, knowing that what Gu Qingshan said made sense. Even if the imperial soldiers could not kill the King of Saints, they could at least seriously injure him. Even if they died, so what? If they bought some time, Wei Fan would appear.

"There won't be anyone in the Xuanyuan family who is afraid of death. Let's send out the imperial soldiers to buy some time for that kid!"

Xuanyuan Zhen's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he planned to take out the imperial soldiers to wipe out all the demon saints except this king of saint kings.

"It's never going to end, right? All the demons must die!"

Suddenly, an angry roar was heard from the distant sky, like the roar of thunder, which shattered the heaven and earth, and shattered the chains of order and the laws of the universe. Everyone's mind went blank and their sea of ​​consciousness shook.

The heaven, earth, time and space seemed to be imprisoned. No matter whether it was the people who were making a move or planning to make a move, all their movements stopped, their strength dissipated uncontrollably, and their mental methods stopped functioning.

A figure pierced through the sky like thunder, unstoppable. Even the roads blocking the way were smashed to pieces in an instant, without slowing down at all.

Everyone's mind was trembling, not because time and space were imprisoned, but because the terrifying power of will contained in that roar was impacting their minds.

The Martial Saints on the human side were better off, but on the demon side, the souls of all the Martial Saints who had reached the Dao of Condensation exploded immediately, blooming like fireworks.

It was just a roar, but it seemed as if heaven and earth wanted to strangle all demons, and the will became the will of heaven and earth.

The demon saint at the Dharma Realm could still resist, but the demon saint at the Nascent Soul Realm exploded without even a scream.

"die!"

The figure arrived in an instant, at an incredibly fast speed, and flew into the battlefield in an instant, crashing into and killing several demon saints one after another.

"Who is it?"

"Roar... You humans are breaking the rules. Does the Martial Emperor want to intervene?"

There was a demon saint roaring, because even the great sage-level demons could not see the figure of the person coming, and his domineering posture made them think that a Martial Emperor of the human race had arrived.

"boom!"

A big hand reached out and smashed half of the body of the Holy King, then grabbed it and held it in his hand like a chicken.

"Ah..." The King of Holy Kings screamed, and six identical lion heads appeared, and all six heads screamed together.

Everyone gasped. This was definitely the Martial Emperor, otherwise it would be impossible for the Saint King to not be able to take a single move.

No, the nine-headed lion with six heads was beaten half to death before he could even react. They were not in the same league at all.

The divine light in the sky dissipated, revealing a handsome young man.

"It's you who's clamoring to frame my friends and force me out."

Wei Fan grabbed this demon saint at the king of saint kings level and looked down.

King of Holy Kings?

Before he underwent the fifth transformation, it only took him two or three moves to kill a Saint King. Now that his soul has further transformed, who in the world can compete with him if the emperor master does not come out? He may not even be able to find a match for him. The Saint King is just an ant that he can easily crush to death.

"Wei Fan?"

"Roar... You finally showed up. If you don't come out, we'll all die!"

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All the human race's martial saints shouted, their faces flushed, and they were extremely excited. Xuanyuan Zhen almost unleashed the imperial soldiers. Once the imperial soldiers were unleashed, everyone would die.

They were simply unable to resist the aftermath of the clash between the imperial troops.

Even people like Ouyang Bolun and Mu Chen were so excited that their faces turned red. No one wanted to die if they could avoid it.

Moreover, the methods displayed by Wei Fan were even more invincible. The King of the Holy Kings was captured before he could even take a single move. If he had been killed, he would have been left with no trace.

On the other hand, the demons all looked pale and trembling all over.

They wanted to escape, but it was as if they were carrying a mountain on their backs. Their spiritual sense told them that if they dared to move, they would be the first to die.

"Are you Wei Fan?" The six-headed lions spoke at the same time, their faces full of fear.

At this moment he was under terrible pressure, as if he was facing a master of the imperial way.

"It's me. You wanted to force me out. Now that I'm here, what can you use to kill me?" Wei Fan's eyes were cold, and the murderous intent was as cold as the wind.

The six-headed lion was unwilling to give in. He still had the imperial soldiers but they were useless. However, under the suppression of Wei Fan's powerful will, he couldn't even move a finger.

"Impossible, you have already become a Martial Emperor?"

The voices of the six lions were trembling. If Wei Fan had become the emperor, he could have foreseen the day when the demon race would be wiped out.

If he hadn't become emperor yet, that would be even more terrifying.

He has such terrifying fighting power even before he becomes the emperor. It is simply unimaginable what it would be like once he becomes the emperor. Wei Fan’s strength has exceeded his cognition.

“Still a little short!”

Wei Fan shook his head, and the next moment he exerted force with his five fingers, and the six lion heads exploded at the same time, and the brains flew all over the ground. He stretched out his hand again, and the storage gourd of the six lions appeared in his hand.

The power of his will swept out, and after a few breaths, an ancient halberd appeared in his hand.

Imperial soldiers!

It was the imperial army brought by this lion.

He grasped the imperial weapon in his hand and began to massacre the remaining demon saints.

"don't want!"

"Wei Fan, you will die a horrible death!"

"You will be punished for killing so many demon saints of my demon clan!"

The demon saint roared in fear, but Wei Fan passed through like a bolt of thunder, and the demon saints exploded wherever he passed.

[Kill six lions, gain 500,000 years of ordinary power, 12,000 years of martial arts power]

[Kill the Heaven-shaking Saint Ape, gain 500,000 years of ordinary power, 8,300 Martial Saint power]

[Kill the Purple Bearded Golden Dragon, gain 500,000 years of ordinary power, 7600 Martial Saint power]

…

[Ordinary skill: 92.81 million years]

[Martial Saint Power: 300,000 Years]

After a breath or two, except for a trembling figure, all the demon saints were killed. Their broken bodies floated all over the world, and the pungent smell of blood was everywhere.

This person was none other than the defector Shi Yun.

“You…you…”

He was trembling all over, so frightened that he could hardly speak clearly.

"Come here, you beast!"

Wei Fan grabbed Shi Yun in mid-air, and Shi Yun flew over involuntarily. (End of this chapter)