The Sect Leader of Profound Crane Sect did not respond to Xuanhe Sectâs Saint Son. His figure was majestic, exuding power, but his expression was somewhat stiff, lacking vitality. His body was merely condensed power and not his true form, just a projection of will.
Once fully formed, a large hand was directly extended, like a terrifying wave crashing towards Wei Fan.
Essence Qi surged violently towards the large hand, enhancing its power.
"Just a projection of will, not even the true body has come, and yet wants to kill me?"
Wei Fan sneered coldly, the Human King Bell within his body vibrated, isolating the pressure brought by the Demon Kingâs will power.
He flipped his wrist, and the Divinity-Sealing Seal appeared in his hand.
The projection of will, in essence, was still something related to the Primordial Spirit. As long as it pertains to the Primordial Spirit, the Divinity-Sealing Seal is its nemesis.
Such things are not particularly mysterious; there is a method for their crafting within the Divine Weapon Technique he learned.
Of course, the cost of crafting was substantial. During the crafting process, one needs to cut off a piece of oneâs Heart Spirit. In ordinary sects, unless one is extremely important, elders typically wonât help with crafting such items, since cutting off a piece of Heart Spirit might take years to recover.
Boom!
Wei Fanâs figure was like a bolt of lightning across the sky, proactively charging towards the large hand.
"Heâs actively confronting the Demon Kingâs projection of will; is he courting death?" Little Lion King exclaimed with wide eyes.
In the next moment, as the large hand was about to strike Wei Fan, Wei Fan suddenly vanished.
Boom!
The large hand struck nothing, and a terrifying palm imprint appeared on the ground below, earth churning to the sides, mountains trembling incessantly.
"Not good, itâs Form Follows Heart!"
Little Ape King shouted.
This ability was invincible. If not suppressed, even with extraordinary power, capable of destroying heavens and earth, hitting Wei Fan was futile.
Kingâs Soldier could suppress the ability of Form Follows Heart, but a trace of the Demon Kingâs projection of will could not invoke Daoâs power, unable to restrict Wei Fanâs ability.
Without restricting this ability, even if the Demon King himself came, he wouldnât be able to kill Wei Fan.
Of course, were the Demon King to truly come, he would undoubtedly possess means to restrict Form Follows Heart; he himself also mastered this ability.
"Sect Leader, be careful. Wei Fan knows the method of Form Follows Heart!"
Xuanhe Sectâs Saint Son shouted, forgetting this was merely a projection of the Demon Kingâs will, lacking consciousness, unable to understand his words!
The next moment, Wei Fan appeared at the side of the Demon Kingâs projection, his hand emitting an eerie aura, smashing down with the Divinity-Sealing Seal.
Pong!
A dull sound erupted, a single ray of light rapidly spread out, engulfing the Demon Kingâs projection, its aura quickly weakened, and then, with a pong, it dissipated into energy falling from the vault of heaven.
"The Demon Kingâs projection was destroyed!"
Xuanhe Sectâs Saint Son, Little Ape King, and Little Ape Kingâs pupils contracted violently, their scalps tingling.
"What on earth is that seal in his hand; could it be a Kingâs Soldier?"
Xuanhe Sectâs Saint Son roared, realizing it was the seal in Wei Fanâs hand causing the trouble. Otherwise, no matter how strong Wei Fanâs power was, he couldnât destroy the Demon Kingâs projection in an instant, unless he too was a King-level powerhouse.
But Wei Fan was neither a Martial King, nor did the seal in his hand exhibit the fluctuation of a Kingâs Soldier, only exuding a mysterious aura.
"Enough talking, run quickly, even the Demon King canât kill him!"
Little Ape King dragged his battered body and turned to flee.
During the previous exchange with the Kingâs Soldier, their Divine Armor was completely shattered, even their bodies were nearly shattered by the vibration of the Kingâs Soldier. At this moment, the three Demon Venerables almost had no intact part.
With the Demon Kingâs projection destroyed by Wei Fan, they had no cards left to fight Wei Fan.
Based on strength, the three Demon Venerables could join forces with the confidence to battle Wei Fan, but Wei Fan had too many Treasures, had even seized the Kingâs Soldier, and dared not clash with Wei Fan.
"Scatter and escape!"
Little Lion King also reacted, roaring fiercely, now wasnât the time for shock, escaping was the priority; Wei Fan, this Killing God, would not care whether their fathers were Demon Kings, wouldnât hold back when killing.
"Werenât you coming to kill me? Why flee first!"
Wei Fanâs voice seemed to carry a chill, sending shivers through the three Demon Venerables.
He flashed and vanished from his original location.
Witnessing Wei Fanâs disappearance within the consciousness, Xuanhe Sectâs Saint Son could not help but shout: "Wei Fan, dare you kill us? Humans and Demons will inevitably enter full-scale war, when living beings suffer, youâll be the chief culprit for the humans!"
Currently, no background could stop Wei Fan, only by inciting a Human and Demon Races war might he be deterred.
Little Ape King also shouted: "My father is Heaven-Supporting Demon King, dare you kill me, he will wipe out a human nation in retribution!"
Wei Fan silently appeared behind Xuanhe Sectâs Saint Son: "War, then war, when has the Human Race ever feared war with your Demon Fiends? When has there ever been a time without battle in these years?"
His King-Slaying Mace in hand was simple and unadorned, heavily swung out.
He had seen how Xuanhe Sectâs Saint Son and the three Demon Venerables were nearly drained before; he dared not use his power to revive the Kingâs Soldier.
Yet, with his current power, even a dry tree branch in his hand could display earth-shattering power, let alone an unbreakable Kingâs Soldier. With his force, even if not reviving the Kingâs Soldier, the power was sufficient to slay any Demon Venerable.
Pong!
Blood splattered, Xuanhe Sectâs Saint Sonâs head exploded like a watermelon, the Primordial Spirit shattered by the King-Slaying Mace.
His power was almost drained by the King-Slaying Mace, heavily injured, even as a Seven-Colored Golden Body, he stood no chance against Wei Fan.
Xuanhe Sectâs Saint Son, dead!
"Saint Son..."
The Little Ape King let out a piercing cry upon seeing this scene, for soon it would be his turn too.
This madman Wei Fan dared to kill even the Xuanhe Sectâs Saint Son, let alone being just the son of the Demon King. In terms of status and potential, he was inferior to the Xuanhe Sectâs Saint Son.
"Donât run, fight him to the death!"
The Little Lion King roared, knowing that escape was impossible. In short distances, Form Follows Heart was practically invincible; no speed could match the speed of Form Follows Heart.
"Alright!"
The Little Ape King understood this as well and immediately turned back to fight.
"Purple Eyes Soul Capture!"
The Little Lion King bellowed in anger, his purple eyes emitting a purple glow: "Iâll extract his Primordial Spirit, letâs destroy it together!"
Purple Eyes Soul Capture!
This was a talent of the Purple-eyed Demon Lion clan, capable of extracting the Primordial Spirit of any person within a certain distance from their body, including the enemyâs as well as their own.
This talent seemed useless because its indiscriminate attack included himself, but it wasnât actually so, as he was merely at the Demon Venerable level and couldnât really wield this talent.
If his father were to use it, only the enemyâs Primordial Spirit would be extracted, while his own would remain in the body.
Once the Primordial Spirit is extracted, most of oneâs abilities are lost, only allowing the use of Primordial Spirit attacks. Because of this ability, the Primordial Spirits of their clan were much stronger than those of experts at the same level. Once activated, if the enemy wasnât on guard, their Primordial Spirit would either be blown apart or severely injured.
Even if the Primordial Spirit wasnât injured, it would suffer some damage, as even a Martial King would not easily let his Primordial Spirit leave the body unless the physical body was destroyed.
For even the Primordial Spirit of a Martial King, leaving the body recklessly would be harmed by the world outside.
Buzz...
Invisible waves spread out, and Wei Fan only felt a force drilling into his head, but it was blocked by the Golden Bell.
At the same time, a Primordial Spirit emerged from above both the Little Lion King and Little Ape King, blankly staring at Wei Fan, above whom there was nothing.
Where is the Primordial Spirit?
Purple Eyes Soul Capture failed to extract Wei Fanâs Primordial Spirit, or perhaps he had none at all.
Despair spread across the Little Lion Kingâs face: "Itâs bad, his Golden Bell can actually resist the talent of my Purple-eyed Demon Lion clan!"
In fact, he had no idea that even if they could extract Wei Fanâs Primordial Spirit, he wouldnât be harmed. During Wei Fanâs time in the Divine Realm, he had used a large amount of Spirit Soul Power to reinforce his back, then underwent another Spirit Soul transformation using the Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations.
His Primordial Spirit strength had long surpassed that of ordinary people.
"This talent of yours seems like itâs courting death!"
Wei Fan stepped out into the void, swinging the King-Slaying Mace in his hand. The Little Ape King tried to return his Primordial Spirit to his body, but was swept by the King-Slaying Mace, shattering instantly into pieces!
The son of the Heaven-Supporting Demon King, the Little Ape King, dead!
The Little Lion King watched, his eyes nearly popping out: "You beast, youâve killed so many of my demon raceâs elites, the Demon King will never forgive you!"
He knew he was doomed, so he might as well curse Wei Fan to vent his anger.
"Sooner or later, Iâll slaughter all the Demon Kings of your demon race, including your father!"
Wei Fan smashed down with the mace, directly smashing the Little Lion Kingâs Primordial Spirit into pieces.
[Slain Little Lion King, gained 20,000 years of Ordinary Power, 90 years of Golden Body Power]
[Slain Little Ape King, gained 20,000 years of Ordinary Power, 90 years of Golden Body Power]
[Slain Xuanhe Sectâs Saint Son, gained 20,000 years of Ordinary Power, 80 years of Golden Body Power]
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[Ordinary Power: 490,000 years]
[Golden Body Power: 990 years]
Ordinary Power was nearing half a million!
Altogether eighteen Demon Venerables, yet he had only slain twelve, the other six were shaken to death by the Kingâs Soldier.
The surroundings seven to eight kilometers had turned into ruins, the ground cracked, mountains disappeared, and as far as the eye could see, it was full of devastation, mainly caused by the collision between the Kingâs Soldier and the Human King Bell.
Luckily, he had stopped at a place far away from the Yunhua Sect, otherwise, even if the Yunhua Sectâs disciples had escaped, the Yunhua Sect itself would have been reduced to ruins.
"The Xuanhe Sectâs Saint Son, son of the Heaven-Supporting Demon King, son of the Purple-eyed Demon Kingâeighteen Demon Venerables in total joined forces, yet he slaughtered them all by himself!"
In the distant mountains, Ji Qingyue floated into the air, her face full of shock.
Even knowing Wei Fan well, she had thought he could at most protect himself this time, never imagining he could kill all the Demon Venerables. She hadnât expected even the Xuanhe Sectâs Saint Son, armed with the Kingâs Soldier, to be killed by Wei Fan instead.
"Quick, letâs go!"
Wei Fan growled: "The Demon Kings are coming!"
The Xuanhe Sectâs Saint Son wasnât a threat to him, but having killed so many Demon Venerables, including ones like the Little Ape King and Little Lion King, the demon race wouldnât spare him, even if it didnât lead to all-out war with the human race.
This time, he had slain more than just the likes of the Double-headed Elephant Venerable. The Xuanhe Sectâs Saint Son, son of the Heaven-Supporting Demon King, son of the Purple-eyed Demon Kingâany one of these names would shake the Wilderness several times.
Ji Qingyue couldnât sense it, but his Spiritual Sense was warning him, causing a feeling of unease.
"Weâll go together!" Ji Qingyue didnât leave.
Wei Fan shook his head: "Separate and go. I have life-saving measures and am not afraid of the Demon Kings. With you, I might end up being burdened!"
Whether the Human King Bell could match a Demon King, he wasnât certain, but it should be effective for survival. The Human King Bell wasnât a weapon and didnât require his activation, serving as his assurance.
"Alright!"
Hearing this, Ji Qingyue no longer insisted, transforming into a stream of light flying towards where Dongfang Ye had disappeared before, while Wei Fan quickly erased his scent and flew in another direction!