[Kill him, youâll gain 20,000 years of Ordinary Power, 90 years of Golden Body Power]
[Meng Guangfeng: Golden Body Fourth Forging, Prisoner Dragon Stronghold Dragon Head, murderer and thief, does all manner of evil]
[Kill him, youâll gain 20,000 years of Ordinary Power, 40 years of Golden Body Power]
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Wei Fan swept his gaze over them and found he could harvest power from every single oneâno exceptions.
He turned to Wu Qiulong after hearing that: "Any request, right? Kill yourself right in front of me, and Iâll let your son go. I keep my word!"
The moment he said this, Wu Qiulongâs expression, usually calm as a still pond, turned icy: "Seems you two arenât here for money. Yet my Prisoner Dragon Stronghold doesnât seem to know you two."
He was a bandit, always dealing in this kind of kidnapping and extortion, so he thought these two had snatched his son for ransom.
But the moment Wei Fan spoke, he knew it wasnât about moneyâit was a vendetta.
Still, he was curious. The Martial Venerable standing before him, along with the Dragon Headsâhe didnât know any of them.
"I donât care who you are. Release Zhao Yan immediately, or the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold will wipe out your entire clan, hunt you to death across heaven and earth!"
Meng Guangfeng, the Dragon Head, roared. If Wu Zhaoyan werenât in their hands, they wouldâve already attacked.
"If I donât let him go, youâll wipe out my clan and hunt me to death across heaven and earth?"
Wei Fan shot Meng Guangfeng a look and slowly hoisted Wu Zhaoyan up.
The gesture made Meng Guangfengâs face twist in panic: "What do you think youâre doing?"
Everyone sensed something bad, but with Wu Zhaoyan in Wei Fanâs grip, they didnât dare move.
Wei Fanâs face stayed cold as ice. "Iâm going to kill him. Iâd love to see you chase me to hell and back. If I donât kill him, wouldnât I be letting your threats go to waste?"
Meng Guangfeng felt his scalp go numbâheâd just blurted out something stupid.
If this guy killed Wu Zhaoyan, itâd be Meng Guangfeng himself who got him killed.
"You dare!"
Wu Qiulong roared, unleashing a mountain-crushing tsunami of power. His figure shot across the sky like lightning, aiming to stop Wei Fan and rescue Wu Zhaoyan.
"Attack together!"
The other Dragon Heads shouted, charging in alongside him.
Wei Fan raised an eyebrow: "You think I donât dare?"
His powerful palm came up, ready to smash Wu Zhaoyanâs skull like a watermelon.
Wu Zhaoyan, terror-stricken, screamed, "Donât kill me..."
But Wei Fanâs massive hand was already slamming down, the weight behind it shattering Wu Zhaoyanâs head in an instant. Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, even his Primordial Spirit exploded together.
"Youâre dead!"
Wu Qiulongâs eyes went bloodshot, nearly bursting. No matter his speed, the gap between him and Wei Fan was too big.
The rescue had been pointless from the startâif he couldâve really saved Wu Zhaoyan, he wouldnât have wasted all that time talking.
BOOM BOOM BOOM...
His aura went completely berserk, golden light blazing over him like a great sun in the sky, a four-colored halo swirling behind his back.
Golden Body Ninth Forging!
He was a powerhouse of Four-Colored Golden Body Ninth Forgingâthe reason heâd dominated neighboring countries for years.
"Kill them all! I want to know whoâs behind them, and wipe out everyone tied to their faction!"
Wu Qiulong roared, charging at Wei Fan in rage.
The son he cherished most had died right before his eyes; the killing intent in his heart had boiled over. His brow flashed; a massive golden cudgel appeared in his hand, releasing a terrifying High-Level Divine Soldier aura that made the surrounding mountains tremble.
[Slain Wu Zhaoyan: gained 20,000 years of Ordinary Power, 40 years of Golden Body Power]
[Ordinary Power: 31,000 years]
[Golden Body Power: 130 years]
"You, stand back!"
Wei Fan flung Wu Zhaoyanâs headless corpse down from the skyânot planning to let Ji Qingyue get involved.
Though Ji Qingyue had reached Five-Colored Golden Body and was strong enough to join the fight, Wei Fan didnât want her killing any member of Prisoner Dragon Stronghold.
"Alright!"
Ji Qingyue stepped back quickly at his words. Wei Fan wasnât arrogant; if he told her to step away, he must be confident.
BOOM BOOM BOOM...
The massive shadow of the cudgel, a yard thick, smashed straight through the clouds overhead, punching a hole in the sky. The terrifying fluctuations of the High-Level Martial Venerate Divine Soldier rippled outward, shaking countless birds from the forests below.
"Die for me!"
Killing intent blazing in Wu Qiulongâs eyes, he brought the cudgel down at full force, aiming to crush Wei Fan on the spot.
Wei Fanâs body shuddered, golden light shooting out across the sky. A holy seven-colored halo wove itself behind his back.
In a flash, a sacred, supreme aura filled the air. All the Essence Qi in the sky rushed to his body, condensing into his fist.
Great Sun Shattering Fist!
He threw the punchâinstantly, the massive cudgelâs shadow shattered and dispersed into scattered energy.
Wu Qiulong felt his arms shake, his Martial Venerate Divine Soldier rebounded instantly, blood and Qi roiling inside him.
"Seven-Colored Golden Body!"
He stared wide-eyed, sucking in a sharp breath. The youth who killed his son Wu Zhaoyan was actually a terrifying prodigy with a Seven-Colored Golden Body.
Seven-Colored Golden Bodyâheâd lived almost a thousand years and never seen one before.
A talent like that would definitely become a Martial King one day, no question. What mattered most was that such a prodigy had to come from an unimaginable lineage.
Prisoner Dragon Stronghold might rule a few countries, but out in the vast Wilderness it was nothing. The force backing a Seven-Colored Golden Body genius was not one they could ever afford to piss off.
The Seven-Colored Golden Body needed not just monstrous talent, but also peerless Cultivation Techniques to create.
"Who are you? Prisoner Dragon Stronghold seriously doesnât want to mess with someone of your level. Isnât this some kind of misunderstanding?"
Wu Qiulong, enraged now but cautious, paused his attack; a son could be replaced, but making an enemy out of someone untouchable meant total destruction for the Stronghold.
And in their brief clash, this kid had blocked his Martial Venerate Divine Soldier bare-handedâtheir strength was evenly matched. He had no confidence he could kill him.
"A Seven-Colored Golden Body prodigy!"
Even Meng Guangfeng and the other Dragon Headsâall hovering mid-airâstopped in shock, faces full of terror. No wonder the killer of Wu Zhaoyan was so fearless; they should be the ones afraid.
Wei Fan shook out his slightly numb, aching fist. A blow from a Four-Colored Golden Body Ninth Forging combined with a High-Level Martial Venerate Divine Soldier was no jokeâeven he felt the pain, his skin on the verge of splitting.
He chuckled, "No misunderstanding. You guys at the Stronghold tried to have me killed several timesâand you claim not to know me!"
Tried to have him killed several times?
Wu Qiulong and the others started calculating furiously.
Seconds later, someone blurted out: "Heâs Wei Fan!"
But wasnât Wei Fan supposed to be Six-Colored Golden Body?
They hadnât recognized him immediatelyâall because of the Seven-Colored Golden Body transformation.
Wu Qiulongâs eyes flashed coldly: "So you achieved Seven-Colored Golden Body thanks to the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill?"
The killing intent heâd held in check spiked again, and now greed flickered just beneath the surface.
Within Prisoner Dragon Stronghold and the Wu Family bloodline, the people Wei Fan had killed could be counted on a full handâWu Ying Gao, Wu Yinglong, Wu Shiping, Martial Dao Hong.
Add a few others, and one hand wasnât enough.
If he were a stranger with Seven-Colored Golden Body Martial Veneration, the Stronghold would have been scared. But if it was Wei Fanânothing to be afraid of.
Theyâd colluded with Zhang Juzheng and knew a bit of Wei Fanâs background: a shocking genius, but with no powerful backingâheâd climbed up step by step from the bottom.
Originally, theyâd wanted revenge against Wei Fan, but after the Capital City battle he vanishedânow, back again, heâd turned into a Seven-Colored Golden Body Martial Venerable, overturning everything they thought about the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill.
"Chief, quit wasting words with him. Kill him for Zhao Yan and take the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill. Donât let him escape!"
One Dragon Head shouted, eyes blazing with greed.
The Strongholdâs rule: if the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill was seized, it wasnât just for Wu Qiulongâevery Martial Venerable Dragon Head here could cultivate it.
You could tell by the fact that all their weapons were gigantic cudgels; every Stronghold Martial Venerable trained in the same Cultivation Technique.
In a blink, their hearts turned not just to hatred of Wei Fan, but to greed.
Wei Fan snorted, "Still drooling over the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill? You think Iâm dumb enough to stroll into the Stronghold just to hand it over?"
Wu Qiulongâs cudgel shuddered: "Doesnât matter anymore. Between the Stronghold and you, only one survives. Letâs settle this todayâform the Jieqiu Dragon Array!"