Chapter 576: Chapter 358: Slaying the Peak Demon King—I Am Wei Fan
In the midst of a ruined mountain, the Lion Kite hovered above, overlooking the man who had tracked him here.
"Come and become my food!"
A mere Eighth Level of Body Refining, he didn’t care at all. He was a Demon King of the Golden Lion Race, here for the Saint Son selection trial, aiming to kill a Ninth-layer Martial King powerhouse from the Demon Hunter Organization. This kind of Eighth Level Martial King wouldn’t add any points to his score.
As a Peak Demon King, with his Blood Qi and origin intact, even the Holy Sect Saint Son was within his hunting range; his confidence was backed by strength and composure.
He didn’t even bother to stand, casually swatting down a giant hand to crush the person who appeared before him.
"Eat this, then go on a hunt. It seems the aura just released was a bit too strong. Very few come here to die!"
The Lion Kite was still pondering these thoughts.
The giant hand shattered the air, reverberating through the mountains, raising huge clouds of dust. Blinding golden light rose from the mountainside, as if a sun had fallen here.
"Devouring people in front of me?" Wei Fan’s gaze turned icy. He bent his knees and leaped off the ground, his body soaring like a cannonball.
"What?" The Lion Kite’s pupils shrank as he stood up in shock from the rocks: "Such profound aura, this is the supreme great medicine of the body."
He saw the man he had disregarded, emanating a Qi Blood as vast as an ocean, covering the sky and casting a shadow over the mountains.
Boom!
In the next moment, the giant hand shattering mid-air, fracturing into five or six pieces. Amidst the fluctuation, Wei Fan’s momentum remained undiminished, piercing through like lightning.
"It turns out to be a master!"
The Lion Kite’s battle intent surged. Tossing away the limb in his hand, his aura swelled like a stormy sea.
Although it was a casual swipe, as a Peak Demon King, a Golden Lion, his one swipe was enough to smash some ordinary Ninth-layer Martial King powerhouses. Without certain abilities, he would not dare participate in the Saint Son selection.
"Roar..."
He opened his mouth and let out a roar, terrible sound waves radiating circle after circle.
This was a terrifying sound wave containing a Primordial Spirit attack, pervasive and all-encompassing. Ordinary Body-Protecting Divine Light couldn’t defend against it, only a strong Primordial Spirit Realm could withstand it.
Even Wei Fan felt a stab of pain in his primordial spirit. Only after the golden primordial spirit opened its eyes did it block this attack.
"How could a Body Refining martial artist have such a profound Primordial Spirit Realm!"
The Lion Kite was shocked. Only he knew how terrifying his roar was. Just now, he used this method to roar and kill the first Demon Hunter that found him, directly shattering the Ninth-layer Martial King powerhouse from the Human Race.
But this man before him, after showing some pain, simply ignored his sound waves.
"I didn’t expect that after Wei Fan in the Beiding Continent, another demon like you emerged, the Human Race really does produce demons endlessly. No wonder my Demon Race has been unable to defeat you for so many years!"
In the next moment, the Lion Kite leapt from the rocks, pouncing towards Wei Fan.
Bang!
In mid-air, his massive demon qi exploded, his form twisting rapidly into a two or three zhang tall golden lion.
After Wei Fan blocked his Innate Divine Abilities sound wave attack, he dared not underestimate Wei Fan in the slightest, knowing that he had encountered a super demon that could fight across levels, at least a Saint Child-level Human Race Martial King.
The stench of the demonic wind assaulted the senses, spreading a foul odor across the mountains, while sharp claws stirred ripples in the void, a blood-red maw targeting Wei Fan’s head.
As the Lion Kite’s two claws came together, they stopped halfway, unable to close.
Wei Fan’s arms spread wide, firmly grasping these lion claws thicker than his thighs.
"Who are you?"
The Lion Kite’s face was filled with shock, feeling an unstoppable, overwhelmingly dominant power, as though in the other’s hands, he was as weak as a baby. Despite his body’s quaking and Will Power erupting to the extreme, the two claws remained tightly held.
Hard to imagine that after Wei Fan suddenly emerged from the Beiding Continent, now another unknown Body Refining powerhouse appeared.
"I am the Wei Fan you speak of!" Wei Fan revealed a mouthful of gleaming white teeth, his expression calm.
The Peak Demon King was indeed strong. If not for him elevating his Body Refining cultivation to the Eighth Layer, facing this Golden Lion would not have been so easy. Even Chiliyas Saint Son, Yuan Jie, was somewhat inferior to this Golden Lion.
"What do you mean you’re Wei Fan?"
The Lion Kite’s pupils contracted severely, caught off guard by this revelation.
A realization dawned on his face, and in an instant, he understood how the Qilin Ape Race Saint Son Yuan Jie died.
In the humans’ Jianghu, Yuan Jie’s death had not yet spread, but in the Demon World, news of Yuan Jie’s death had already reached the ears of every demon.
They only knew Yuan Jie went with the Five-Colored Demon Bull Race and Dragon-Horned Deer Race’s Demon Kings to kill Wei Fan, finally dying on Human territory. Whether Yuan Jie was killed by Wei Fan or other Human powerhouses, no demon knew.
But at this moment, he understood Yuan Jie had definitely died at Wei Fan’s hands, and the demon’s knowledge about Wei Fan was entirely inaccurate.
Suddenly he felt a pain in his claws, as Wei Fan’s terrifying power forced them apart.
The Lion Kite didn’t hesitate, his blood-red maw chomping down towards Wei Fan’s head.
The two hands, white as jade, lightly reached out and instantly grabbed the Lion Kite’s upper and lower lips, and in the next moment, the Lion Kite let out a scream.
His flesh was like it was made of paper, as Wei Fan easily ripped off his jaw. The torn skin and flesh spread to his chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly soaking the Lion Kite’s body.
"Run, he is the true Demon Fiend!"
The Lion Kite trembled all over, finally realizing Wei Fan’s horror. Being able to easily rip off his jaw, smashing his head would be no difficult task.
He turned around and leaped, all in one go, without bothering about the half of his mouth that Wei Fan held in his hand. As for the Saint Son selection, it was already cast aside in his mind.
Compared to the position of Saint Son, life was more important.
"A Peak Demon King is no more than this. Still, your previous sonic attack was somewhat interesting."
So, you rip off my mouth first, damn it?
The voice that made the Lion Kite feel like he fell into an ice cellar rose beside his ears. The next moment, he felt his body sink, as if a mountain was added to his back. His soaring body was directly pressed to the ground, creating countless cracks.
Bang!
Wei Fan raised his fist and smashed it down, causing the Lion Kite’s brain to splatter and his Primordial Spirit to shatter.
[Slayed Lion Kite, gained 100,000 years of Ordinary Power, 900 years of Martial King’s Power]
[Ordinary Power: 1,400,000 years]
[Martial King’s Power: 5,400 years]
"Too weak!"
Wei Fan glanced at the panel. With the Nine-Nine True Skill cultivated to fifty-three frames, even a Peak Demon King was like an ant to him, easily crushed.
Not even enemies of Saint Child Level could withstand a few moves from him, let alone this Lion Kite, who was not even at the Saint Child Level.
If something was astonishing, there wouldn’t be a need for selection among the Golden Lion Race. It was precisely because there was no overly outstanding Demon King that no one could overpower the others, necessitating selection to determine the Saint Son position.
"Roar... bring your life here!"
"You actually killed Lion Kite!"
Just after Wei Fan got up from Lion Kite’s body, intending to collect the corpse, a huge bronze staff and a nine-ring saber came crashing down from the sky.
Two voices, two Divine Soldiers, clearly revealed the appearance of two Demon Kings at the same time. Seeing Lion Kite killed by Wei Fan, these two Demon Kings attacked without hesitation.
By the time Wei Fan heard the sound, the nine-ring saber and bronze staff were almost about to smash on him.
Under the terrifying murderous aura that was almost tangible, a powerful aura shook the mountains and rivers. A dazzling light illuminated the night sky, revealing a Qilin Ape and a Golden Lion in the sky above.
The Qilin Ape wielded the bronze staff, and the Golden Lion wielded the nine-ring saber, both were heavy weapons among the Divine Soldiers.
"Better to come and die on your own!"
Wei Fan’s expression didn’t change much. Although these were also two ninth-layer Peak Demon Kings, he was not afraid at all. Unless seven or eight came at once, the difference between one and two was not significant to him.
A Great Sun appeared in his hand, the first punch targeted the bronze staff that arrived first.
With a cracking sound, the wave emitted by the top-level Demon King’s Divine Soldier was directly dispersed, as the fist clashed with the bronze staff itself.
Surprise instantly appeared on the face of the Qilin Ape, and its arms trembled.
He felt an immense and unmatched power contained within that small fist. The force of the top Demon King’s Holy Soldier got bent into an arc by the two confronting forces, unable to descend by another inch.
Bang!
The indomitably tyrannical power transmitted, surging like overturning seas and collapsing mountains, causing the Divine Soldier in his hand to fly out, unable to hold fast.
"How can this be..."
The Qilin Ape’s eyes were wide open, drawing in a cold breath. A body refining Martial King at the Eighth Level, blocking a top Demon King’s Divine Soldier with just his bare hands was scary enough. What’s scarier was that his physical body was tougher than the top Demon King’s Divine Soldier.
On the bronze staff that flew out of his hand, he saw a fist seal embedded three inches deep, the divinity of the Divine Soldier had been dispelled somewhat, damaging the inscribed Dao Mark!
"This is a matchless figure far surpassing ordinary Saint Child Level experts. Even if the Saint Son of my Qilin Ape Race were here, breaking through to Demon King Ninth Layer wouldn’t be able to match..."
The Qilin Ape was terribly frightened, with his Will Power vibrating crazily, summoning the Divine Soldier blown away.
The next moment, he saw that after the Human Race Martial King punched his Divine Soldier flying, he unexpectedly grabbed the Golden Lion’s nine-ring saber with his bare hands.
The top Demon King’s Divine Soldier saber, which could open mountains and seas, struck the opponent’s palm, sparking like stars. Not even a bit of skin was cut.
"Quick, use the Domain!"
The Qilin Ape screamed. His bronze staff failed to hurt the opponent, and even such a sharp Divine Soldier couldn’t cut the opponent’s skin. This level of physical body had reached an unimaginable level, practically Vajra Indestructible.
In such a situation, trying to compete in strength and physical body with the opponent was basically courting death. The only way was to attempt the King-level expert’s fundamental power—a Domain, to confront the opponent. In a two-on-one situation, there might be a bit of hope.
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