Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

Chapter 567: Chapter 349: Crushing All Resistance, Slaying the Saint Son

"Bipedal sheep, you’ve angered me!" A crimson beam shot out from Yuan Jie’s eyes, as two Qilin Horns emitted a burst of radiant light.

Initially, he wanted to slowly probe into Wei Fan and Feng Hua’s depths, but now he was completely unable to control himself.

The Qilin Ape, this race possessed the divinity of a Qilin, yet simultaneously had the irritability of a typical Ape Demon, prone to sudden rage and emotional outbursts.

His power poured out like a tide, murderous intent almost tangible, the uncontrollable emotions rising like blazing flames.

Boom!

He bent his legs and sprang forth, as soil burst out, his figure shot out like a cannonball.

The Qilin Ape Race’s physical body was extremely formidable, also protected by scale armor, making them best suited for melee battles, fighting bare-handed.

Although there was no concept of "Body Refining Martial Artist" among the Demon Fiends, those with strong physical bodies usually focused on developing this innate ability.

Holy Blood flowed through Yuan Jie’s veins, combined with the Qilin Ape’s talent, his body far surpassed a typical Qilin Ape, making him focus on developing his physical body throughout his cultivation.

Though incensed by Wei Fan’s words, he hadn’t truly fallen into madness, retaining some sense of reason.

Since Wei Fan was a Body Refining Martial Artist, he intended to use the power of his physical body to kill Wei Fan, living up to the title of Saint Son.

His movement was like enveloping the heavens and earth in a killing spree, the isolated realm by the Nine Palaces Locking Heaven Array was trembling, mountains crumbling, earth shattering.

"If the Saint Son doesn’t say anything, no one should act!"

Seeing a fight ensue, the demon king who was slapped earlier cautioned his companions.

Yuan Jie was so full of himself, if they acted now, whether against Wei Fan or Feng Hua, they’d likely be met with a big slap.

Of course, it was because they had confidence in Yuan Jie, not believing Wei Fan could cause any waves.

"Interesting, you want to subjugate me with just your physical body, you’re indeed arrogantly confident!"

Wei Fan chuckled lightly, remaining composed.

Yuan Jie was the direct son of a Demon Saint, Holy Blood ran through him, cultivation reached Demon King Eighth Layer, higher by one layer.

If he fought with all his might, he might have to put in some effort.

But Yuan Jie, merely because his physical body was equally strong, wanted to suppress him, a Body Refining Martial Artist, by attacking with his weakness against strength?

Blood of the Qilin Ape coupled with Demon Saint Bloodline, Yuan Jie might overpower ordinary Body Refining Martial Artists with just his physical body, but he wasn’t an ordinary Body Refining Martial Artist.

He cultivated the Nine-Nine True Skill!

With Thunder Body Refining, a Body Refining Warrior forming into Divinity in the Nine Revolutions, if Yuan Jie could suppress him, it would mean the Nine-Nine True Skill wasn’t worth cultivating.

"Killing you would be as easy as slaughtering a dog!"

Yuan Jie roared, emitting overwhelming Qi Blood, a faint Saint Level fluctuation emerging.

Holy Blood wasn’t just a notion, but a real existence, highlighting Saint Son’s strength.

Though their life level wasn’t Saint Level, they had Saint Level aura, granting them the greatest advantage against opponents.

Though faint, anyone with a weak mind would have their Will Power drastically weakened by this Saint Level fluctuation.

Boom!

Yuan Jie pressed into the void with both hands, his power clashing like a tsunami, instantly causing the earth to churn and crumble.

This physical battle was more magnificent than any demonic power clash.

"You’re right!"

Boom!

Wei Fan casually slapped his hand, resulting in a terrifying occurrence.

Time seemed to reverse, the soil Yuan Jie churned up rolled back, slamming towards him with even more terrifying speed.

"Bang!"

Instantly, Yuan Jie was slammed as if hit by a wall, his Qi Blood surging violently.

His pupils shrank uncontrollably: "Just a palm wind is this frightening? How could this be..."

In his eyes appeared disbelief, could Wei Fan’s Body Refining Cultivation already rival a Martial King Ninth Layer powerhouse, otherwise how could just a palm breeze hurt him.

"Not good!"

Alarms blared in Yuan Jie’s mind, Spiritual Sense warned that Wei Fan’s Body Refining Cultivation reached an unbelievable level, far surpassing ordinary Body Refining Martial Artists, undoubtedly cultivated a shocking, earth-shattering Body Refining Martial Art.

Rumble...

His bottled-up demonic power began to boil, about to erupt with full strength, yet a white jade-like palm flashed through the soil waves, slapping onto his chest.

Unimaginable terrifying force exploded, striking him like a tsunami, the vibrating power rebounded directly, instantly shattering a section of scales equivalent to High-Level Martial King Divine Weapon.

The terrifying force continued, exploding a huge bloody hole in his back, bone and flesh shattered into a spray, internal organs turning into mush and spewing out.

"Ah..."

An uncontrollable screech burst from Yuan Jie’s mouth, his body flung backward.

"Such terrifying Nine-Nine True Skill, an unparalleled martial art, no such records exist in the world..." Feng Hua showed a shocked expression.

It wasn’t twenty moves, nor ten; it only took one strike for Wei Fan to nearly extinguish Yuan Jie, the Saint Son of the Qilin Ape Race.

Of course, this was because she hadn’t expected Yuan Jie to not fight Wei Fan with all his strength, instead arrogantly thinking he could suppress Wei Fan with just his physical body. Additionally, she hadn’t anticipated the Nine-Nine True Skill to be so terrifying, allowing Wei Fan’s physical body to crush the Qilin Ape, who was renowned for his physical prowess.

"He’s becoming more and more monstrous; he suppressed the Saint Son of the Qilin Ape, Yuan Jie, with just one move!" Zhi Hua even felt a bit of a chill down her spine.

This wasn’t some nobody, nor was he a Saint Son from the Holy Sect.

A Saint Son from the Holy Sect might be variable in strength, but Yuan Jie, a Saint Son of the Demon Race, was a genuine Saint Son with Demon Saint blood flowing in his veins. His physical body had always been a strong point of such Saint Sons.

Demon King Eighth Layer, catching a high-level Martial King Divine Weapon barehanded was like child’s play to him, as his physical body was on par with a high-level Martial King Divine Weapon.

Yet, under Wei Fan’s palm, a terrifying hole was punched into a physical body comparable to a high-level Martial King Divine Weapon. It was like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, invincible, fierce enough to stir one’s heart and boil the blood.

"Saint Son..." In the distance, the Three-headed Demon King screamed, crazily rushing to assist Yuan Jie.

This was the offspring born a thousand years after the Qilin Ape Saint broke through to Demon Saint, bearing high hopes. Even when great fortunes appeared in the Wilderness, they were reluctant to bring him there to take risks and left him in the outside world.

If Yuan Jie died, the Qilin Ape Saint would definitely go mad, and all three clans would be in trouble.

Wei Fan charged over, grabbing Yuan Jie on the skull before he could recover, his five fingers clamping down like iron pincers into the flesh.

"Let go of the Saint Son!"

The Three-headed Demon King halted, filled with dread, cursing Yuan Jie in his heart. If it weren’t for this arrogant fool trying to show off, if they had all attacked together, how would things have come to this?

The Qilin Ape’s inherent gifts didn’t even have a chance to explode before he was beaten half to death.

"Roar..." The intense pain caused Yuan Jie to howl.

Wei Fan lifted his head, looking down, and said, "Bastard, I’ve been telling you your physical body is useless, but you didn’t believe me. Now, tell me, who kills whom like slaughtering a dog, and who’s the dog?"

"Roar... Who exactly are you? It’s impossible for someone like you to emerge in the Beiding Continent!"

Yuan Jie’s gaping maw exposed sharp fangs. He was an ape, but he had no hair on his body, and his face was covered in a fine layer of scale armor.

His face was filled with horror, not believing Wei Fan was from Beiding Continent.

Beiding Continent had no Emperor Dao Sects; an ordinary Holy Sect couldn’t cultivate someone like this. No matter how monstrous someone is, a strong Heart Method is required to support them, and Wei Fan’s combat prowess clearly exceeded the levels cultivated by Holy Sects; otherwise, it would be impossible to crush him so thoroughly, ignoring the suppression of his Saint-level pressure waves.

Wei Fan raised an eyebrow: "Did you not hear my question?"

Rip...

He extended his other hand, clawing at Yuan Jie’s body, immediately tearing off a piece of flesh. A body at high-level Martial King Divine Weapon grade meant nothing to him.

When Yuan Jie ate human flesh in front of him, the killing intent in his heart was already uncontainable.

Yuan Jie screamed in agony again: "If you have the guts, just kill me. My father is the Qilin Ape Saint; he will definitely kill you."

Among the many Demon Saints in Beiding Continent, the Qilin Ape Saint was at the top tier, but Wei Fan didn’t know who the Qilin Ape Saint was, and even if he did, he wouldn’t care.

"Wei Fan, release the Saint Son. We three clans will settle our grudges with you; we promise to write them off."

The three Demon Kings hurriedly shouted, as all three witnessed the battle in Linyao City that day and knew Wei Fan’s ruthless nature.

Such threats from Yuan Jie were likely to easily provoke Wei Fan.

"No need, even if you’re willing to write off the grudges, I’m not. Sooner or later, I’ll destroy all three of your clans."

"Roll over here and kneel, or I’ll slaughter him!"

While speaking, he exerted force with his five fingers, almost lifting Yuan Jie’s skull.

The head is where the Primordial Spirit resides; once it’s shattered, the Primordial Spirit will be extinguished too.

Yuan Jie let out a miserable cry, with crimson blood already staining his cheeks red.

The three Demon Kings’ expressions shifted, and ultimately, they stepped forward a few paces, and then... knelt down.

"Release the Saint Son!" The Five-Colored Demon Bull Demon King said, his eyes red.

It’s apparent that by kneeling as soon as Wei Fan demanded it, they were very afraid that Wei Fan might truly kill Yuan Jie.

Feng Hua and Zhi Hua were left speechless, having fought with Demon Fiends for so long, it was their first time seeing Demon Kings kneel to the Human Race.

Wei Fan nodded: "Alright, catch him then!"

The three Demon Kings were overjoyed, thinking Wei Fan feared the Qilin Ape Saint’s reputation.

The next moment, they saw Wei Fan lift Yuan Jie’s head, hurling him towards them, prompting them to swiftly extend their hands to catch Yuan Jie.

Thud...

Suddenly, blood splattered as Yuan Jie’s head exploded in mid-air.

In an instant, the expressions on the three Demon Kings’ faces shifted from joy to horror.

"You..."

"Die!" Wei Fan growled.

He certainly didn’t intend to spare Yuan Jie, nor was he sincerely trying to humiliate the three Demon Kings, but he was cautious that they might escape. After all, they had set up the Nine Palaces Locking Heaven Array, possessing unknown capabilities, and he needed to ensure there were no mishaps, slaughtering the three Demon Kings too.

Having them kneel was merely to close the distance, promising to release Yuan Jie was merely to distract them.

At this moment, as the three Demon Kings were dazed, he was already like a thunderbolt crossing over Yuan Jie’s corpse, leaping across the distance to appear right in front of the three Demon Kings.