"Roar..."
The Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King let out a roar, and this time he was directly blasted away by Wei Fanās punch, his fist covered with countless cracks.
He knew he couldnāt continue like this; if he did, it would only benefit Wei Fan.
The next moment, a pitch-black great halberd appeared in his hand, emanating the aura of a top-level Martial King Divine Weapon.
Everyone was utterly shocked as they watched Wei Fan, who initially was no match for the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King, now suppressing him, forcing him to take out his Kingās Soldier.
Using a Divine Soldier first was quite humiliating for the always proud Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King, as he was always the one crushing opponents of the same rank. This was the first time he was defeated like this.
"Weāve compared fists and feet; now letās compare weapons!"
Wei Fan flipped his wrist, and the Tiger Soul Saber also appeared in his hand, equally exuding the aura of a top-level Martial King Divine Weapon.
His figure flickered, and like a bolt of lightning, he chased and slashed out with a saber.
Boom!
A massive sword aura descended from the sky, aiming to split the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King in two, but the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King placed the great halberd horizontally above his head, blocking the sword aura in a hairās breadth.
"The Heaven-Reaching Saber Manual, Great Sun Shattering Fist, you are not a disciple of the Guangling Sect, but Wei Fan who destroyed the Guangling Sect!"
The Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King finally confirmed Wei Fanās identity, a look of shock filling his eyes.
This wasnāt an outsider with suppressed cultivation like him; the other party truly had only Martial King First Layerās cultivation. For a Martial King First Layer to suppress him to this extent was already astonishing.
Whatās more astonishing was that the other party was a native resident of the Land of Dao Collapse, a Martial King under twenty years old.
He was in the Wilderness now, so he naturally understood the difficulty of becoming a Martial King in the Wilderness.
Previously, when he heard that Wei Fan was under twenty, he sneered, thinking the Desert Demon Hunter Organization made up the story to deify the Human Race.
But everything at this moment proved that Wei Fan was truly in the Land of Dao Collapse, becoming a Martial King before the age of twenty.
Such a prodigy, if nurtured by those top Holy Sects in the outside world, could probably wipe him out with one hand. How could he not be shocked?
"He is actually the Wei Fan who led the Desert Human Race to sweep away the Demon Fiends?"
"What a terrifying prodigy!"
"The legend turned out to be true!"
"Should have seen it coming that it was him!"
Several Demon Kings and Wu Yinghui, among others, had goosebumps, staring in shock at the figure as if he were a War God.
Boom!
At this moment, Feng Hua attacked, piercing through the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon Kingās protective light curtain with one palm and struck heavily on the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King, knocking him back, leaving a palm imprint.
Simultaneously, Wei Fan seized the opportunity, sweeping out with his saber, nearly cleaving the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King in half, cutting a gash deep enough to reveal his innards.
"Take action, the Flood Dragon King cannot die!"
Yuan Lie shouted, charging into the battlefield. Those familiar with Wei Fan knew that after killing the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King, he would surely target these Demon Kings next.
The talk of only killing the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King was clearly a ruse to take down these Demon Kings one by one.
The other Demon Kings clearly understood this too and joined the fight.
"Do you think we are just decorations? Brothers, take action, slaughter these beasts!"
Wu Yinghui and others also joined the fight, knowing that whether they wanted to participate or not, if they allowed Wei Fan and Feng Hua to be besieged and killed by the Demon Kings, theyād suffer the same fate next.
In an instant, both sides were forced into battle.
A chaotic battle erupted, and fortunately, the area was special; otherwise, a fight involving over a dozen Martial Kings and Demon Kings would have shattered the heavens.
"You go help them, Iāll take down this giant worm!"
Wei Fan gripped the Tiger Soul Saber, his battle intent soaring.
Without incident, the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King couldnāt stir up any more trouble; he alone was enough to slay the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King.
"Okay!"
Feng Hua turned and left, knowing that Wei Fan had many cards up his sleeve, including two pieces of Holy Soldiers, ensuring nothing could go wrong.
Seeing this, Wei Fan ignored the external matters and began to engage in full combat with the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King.
Although his Martial Techniques were not as refined as the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon Kingās, his will power kept surging, and his strength had long surpassed the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King.
After exchanging dozens of moves, he severed one of the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon Kingās arms, leaving seven or eight wounds on his body.
"If I had known you were such a prodigy, this king should have killed you before my cultivation got suppressed!"
The Black-Scaled Flood Dragon Kingās hair draped wildly, his body stained with blood, losing all previous momentum.
"Whenever you come, itās death. I could slay that nest of Flood Dragons in the Black Lake, and I can slay you too!"
Wei Fan delivered a heavy slash, knocking the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon Kingās great halberd away. Without the augmentation of Kingās Soldier, the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon Kingās strength plummeted instantly.
Another slash followed, and the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King was cleaved in half, dying miserably on the spot.
[Slaying Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King, obtaining 100,000 years of ordinary power, 100 years of Martial Kingās power]
[Ordinary Power: 240,000 years]
[Martial Kingās Power: 1,000 years]
"Not good, the Flood Dragon King is dead!" Yuan Lieās expression changed drastically.
The Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King, who dominated a region, died at the hands of someone under the age of twenty in the Land of Dao Collapse. If this got out, few would believe it, yet it truly happened.
The Demon Kingās side was already fewer in number than the Human Raceās side, and now that the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King was dead, the fate of these Demon Kings seemed sealed.
"Retreat!"
He was even less than the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King; since Wei Fan could kill the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King, he could certainly kill all these Demon Kings. The only chance for survival now was to escape deeper into the cavern and see if anything could break the situation.
A staff blow forced Wu Yinghui back, and Yuan Lie fled deeper into the cavern.
"You want to escape? Without fighting to the death, no one leaves here."
Wei Fanās figure flashed, blocking the path to the depths of the cavern. With the enhancement of will power, his speed was now unparalleled.
"Heaven-Reaching Saber Manual!"
He raised both hands high, as if creating the heavens and earth, and slashed toward Yuan Lie. With the support of a top-level Martial King Divine Weapon, the void nearly split open, creating ripples.
"Wei Fan, for killing so many of our Demon Kings, when the Dao Collapse ends, the Demon Race will not spare you!"
Yuan Lie screamed in anger, quickly raising his great staff horizontally in front of his chest.
Being able to become a Demon King before the age of fifty, none among them had a simple background. Yuan Lie threatened, but it had no effect on Wei Fan, whose power with the Tiger Soul Saber increased even more.
It was known that even the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King couldnāt withstand Wei Fanās power, let alone Yuan Lie, who was no match for the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King.
Clang!
Sparks flew, and the immense weight of tens of thousands of kilograms caused Yuan Lieās hands to burst open, spraying blood.
The great staff in his hands could no longer be held, flying back to strike his chest heavily, causing his body to bend involuntarily and fly backward.
A splash of blood erupted, as Yuan Lieās previous opponent, Wu Yinghui, pursued him and inflicted a slash on Yuan Lieās body.
The weapon in his hand was merely an intermediate Martial King Divine Weapon, so it didnāt kill Yuan Lie with a single blow.
"Nice saber technique!"
Wei Fan complimented Wu Yinghuiās saber technique while his figure flashed, striking the already injured Yuan Lie in the air.
[Killed Yuan Lie, gained 100,000 years of Ordinary Power, 100 years of Martial Kingās Power]
[Ordinary Power: 340,000 years]
[Martial Kingās Power: 1,100 years]
Bang!
At the same time, on the other side, Feng Hua, together with a Martial King, also blew up a Demon King.
Soon, out of the six Demon Kings who had entered, only three remained.
"Wei Fan, my Demon Race will not spare you!"
"We are all elites of the Demon Race, with Demon Saints backing us, do not deceive yourself!"
"Great Demons will avenge us."
The three Great Demon Kings screamed in despair, threatening Wei Fan, but it didnāt change the outcome.
Within a few breaths, with Wei Fanās final strike, all the Demon Kings were slain.
Wu Yinghui and the others were slightly excited, wiping out so many Demon Kings at once was rare even outside, and these were all geniuses among the Demon Kings.
The group began to clean the battlefield, dividing the Demon Kingsā corpses and the items in their storage spaces. Wei Fan received several tokens that could safely guide people across the Dao Collapse Barrier.
These items were all thrown at him in bulk by Wu Yinghui and the others.
"We can now take a group of people and leave!" He put away the tokens containing strange powers.
After finishing these things, the seven began to move deeper into the cavern.
"What is this place exactly?" Wu Yinghui curiously looked at Wei Fan and Feng Hua.
With the experience of jointly besieging the Demon Kings, when he asked this question now, the situation was different from when Wang Chunyi had pressured them, and he asked it very straightforwardly.
Wei Fan shook his head: "We donāt know either, we just stumbled upon this place by accident. If we understood this place, we wouldnāt have made such a big commotion, attracting everyone here."
Wu Yinghui and the others were stunned, realizing that Wei Fan and Feng Hua might truly not know about this place.
"So Wang Chunyi died for nothing!" He couldnāt help but complain.
Wang Chunyi was not necessarily mindless but was blinded by desire, thinking Wei Fan and Feng Hua understood the place, only to have the bad luck of hitting a brick wall, provoking Wei Fan, who didnāt care about his martial prodigy heritage as a Killing God.
The group continued walking inwards. The further they went, the narrower the cavern became, with unknown stones paving the path beneath their feet.
After walking a bit further, the space suddenly opened up, revealing a larger cavern.
There was also a small square paved with unknown stones, with four gigantic pillars standing tall around it, on top of which intense flames burned, lighting up the area.
In the air, there was a foul stench, but with each breath, the group felt their blood boil, as if their cultivation had improved.
Wu Yinghui gasped, looking at the flames: "These flames are fueled by corpse oil made from the flesh and blood of a Demon Saint!"
A Demon Saint is a dominator in the outside world, founding sects and becoming ancestors, and ordinary Martial Kings canāt even obtain a drop of Demon Saint blood for alchemy.
Yet here, it was turned into lamp oil to light lamps.
Some gazed eagerly at the huge pillars; Demon Saint corpse oil, if some could be obtained, coming here wasnāt in vain, and even consuming it could temper the body.
"Have some ambition, coming to a place like this, our target should be the truly good stuff!"
Wu Yinghui scolded the Martial Kings, who were itching to move; the place where Demon Saint corpse oil was used to light lamps, could it be bad?
Moreover, looking at the structure of the giant pillars, it was uncertain if the Demon Saint corpse oil could even be extracted.
"Look there!" someone suddenly shouted, pointing ahead.
A grand and magnificent underground palace appeared before everyoneās eyes.
The style of the palace was unknown but it was not contemporary, exuding an ancient atmosphere.
"This is at least two thousand years old in architectural style!" Feng Huaās eyes gleamed.