Chapter 577: Chapter 359: A Grand Feast, Frenzied Harvest
"Boom boom..."
The Golden Lion, also filled with terror on its face, without hesitation joined with the Qilin Ape to unleash their Will Power, expanding their respective Domains.
In an instant, the air around both Demon Kings twisted, rippling out terrifying waves, quickly manifesting a Domain that nearly isolated them from the outside world.
"Get down here!" Wei Fan shouted fiercely.
The Golden Lion’s Domain had just expanded over a meter wide when Wei Fan, with the Nine-Ring Saber in hand, dragged it down from the clouds.
At the same time, its Domain continued to swell, attempting to enshroud Wei Fan within it.
"As long as the power is strong enough, even the void can be shattered, let alone a Domain merely formed by Will Power."
Wei Fan’s power surged like a vast ocean, his Qi Blood shooting out from his head, tearing the clouds apart like signal smoke, striking vividly even in the dark night.
The terrifying scene caused many battling experts to pause and instinctively look towards this direction.
Boom!
The void rippled, and a fist filled with overwhelming power smashed the Domain apart, the twisted void disappeared, revealing the Golden Lion inside.
Domain is one of the strongest techniques of King-level experts, the most direct manifestation and utilization of Will Power, rarely used in Martial King’s battles because if the opponent has specialized countermeasures, the consequences can be severe, damaging the Primordial Spirit, potentially destroying it on the spot.
"Roar..."
At this moment, the Golden Lion bled from seven orifices, letting out heart-wrenching screams, blood dripped from its brow, forming terrifying cracks.
Wei Fan’s violent shattering of its Domain nearly collapsed its Heart and Spirit World, inflicting severe injury on its Primordial Spirit.
"Escape!"
Seeing this, the Qilin Ape was terrified, realizing the man before him exhibited invincible traits no Peak Martial King could counter, only a Saint Child-level figure at the peak of the Martial King Ninth Layer might exchange a few blows.
With an airborne palm strike to buy time, it turned and gripped the just-summoned Bronze Staff, fleeing without hesitation.
"The Golden Lion is dead!"
Behind him, the Golden Lion’s screams abruptly ceased. Instinctively looking back, he saw the Golden Lion’s head vanished, a headless corpse lay on the ground. The terrifying Body Refining Martial King did not pursue but held a bow like a Flood Dragon, aiming at him, drawing back rapidly.
The world erupted in brilliant light, the bow like a full moon, resembling a Great Sun falling to the earth.
He felt the Essence Qi of the heavens and earth flowing frantically, converging on the great bow, a terrifying power nearly cracking his Primordial Spirit locked onto him.
"This is a top-level Martial King-grade Divine Bow..."
The Qilin Ape’s hair stood on end, his speed it couldn’t match the arrows shot by this grade of Divine Bow, making him a sitting target.
Boom!
In the next moment, he saw the Body Refining Martial King release his fingers, a massive arrow piercing through the void, coming at him with destructive force.
"I can only take it head on!"
The arrow, like lightning, in almost an instant was at his back, the terrifying glint already stinging his skin, his entire scale armor erect in reflex.
Turning, he swung the Bronze Staff to bear this terrifying arrow.
Of course, the idea was correct, but whether it could be done was another matter.
As the thought crossed the Qilin Ape’s mind, the massive arrow-shaped beam already pierced through his body.
After the blinding light exploded, a half-torn corpse, clutching a Bronze Staff, fell powerlessly from the sky, lifeless.
As Wei Fan’s second most formidable weapon, the Jiaolong Sunset Bow’s power was comparable to the Profound Yellow Tripod, particularly in long-range attacks, certain to hit, the further it fled, the faster it died.
Putting away the Jiaolong Sunset Bow, clearing the battlefield, Wei Fan sensed the nearest battle scene and immediately flew over.
...
Atop a mountain, two old lions sat cross-legged, isolated their aura with an array, concealed their whereabouts, without concern of being discovered by the outside world’s Demon Hunters.
The two old lions, covered in gold, as elders of the Golden Lion Race, had long developed the aura of a superior, though casually sitting, they exuded an inherent dignified presence.
"What a feast, the young ones are killing heartily!"
One old lion sighed, sensing several Human Race Martial Kings’ auras vanish mere moments after the battle started.
As the elder overseeing the Golden Lion Race this time, he was pleased with this outcome, the Human Race’s Demon Hunter Organization likely didn’t expect the Golden Lion Race to hold the Saint Selection here.
"I’d love to kill some Martial Kings personally, but alas, we’re on a mission!"
The other old lion, brimming with murderous intent, also yearned to join the fray.
Before them lay a row of Soul Tokens, not too many, exactly ten, bearing the tokens of the young Demon Kings of the Golden Lion Race participating in this Saint Selection.
Compared to hunting Human Race Martial Kings, selecting a Saint Son was more significant, with the Wilderness Dao Collapse ending soon, a Saint Son must be chosen quickly to then cultivate the Golden Lion Race’s Holy Skill, potentially nurturing another Demon Saint during the Wilderness’s temporary nurturing period.
A Saint Son among many forces signifies not only the highest talent but also the eligibility to cultivate the most powerful Cultivation Techniques, this is the true reason behind a Saint Child-level individual’s formidable prowess.
Good talent is one thing, but powerful Cultivation Techniques are necessary, much like the Human Race’s detested rules, the Demon Race also doesn’t allow just anyone to cultivate the strongest Cultivation Techniques.
"Crack!"
A sudden sound drew the two demons’ attention, unexpectedly one of the ten Soul Tokens before them cracked.
"The Lion Kite is dead..."
The expressions on the two old lions changed slightly. They hadn’t expected casualties to occur so quickly. The ten golden lions participating in the selection of the Saint Son were considered the young demon kings with the best chance of becoming demon saints in their race’s future, and losing even one was a huge loss.
"Although Lion Kite is not the strongest among the ten, he is not weak either. He must have been besieged by a peak Martial King!"
They remained relatively calm; the dead were already dead, and what could they do about it.
"Crack!"
But just a few moments later, another soul token shattered, causing the two old lions to stand up in shock.
"Could several Saint Sons have come from the Beiding Continent?"
Unless several Saint Sons had arrived simultaneously, there was no way to explain the death of two golden lions in such a short time. Aside from those who had already cultivated Holy Skills without yet breaching the Saint Realm, no one could kill the golden lions participating in the selection so quickly.
But hadn’t all the Saint Sons from the major forces of Beiding Continent gone to the Wilderness?
"Should we recall all the young ones?" The first old lion to speak showed a look of hesitation, no longer as composed and steady as before.
The selection had just started, and already two golden lions had died. Who knew how many more would die next.
Crack!
Just as they hesitated, a third soul token shattered, as if a terrifying figure was frantically reaping the demon kings of the golden lion race on the battlefield, killing one every dozen breaths or so.
"A terrifying figure has arrived. Suspend the selection and have the young ones leave the battlefield immediately!"
In such a short time, three young ones had died. At this rate, all ten might die. If they didn’t produce a Saint Son, all their geniuses would be wiped out.
The old lion was extremely decisive. With a flip of the wrist, a communication token appeared in his hand. He intended to have the trial demon kings of the golden lion race leave the battlefield immediately.
The next moment, he heard his companion’s anxious voice in his ear: "Be careful, move away quickly..."
The old lion hurriedly turned to look behind, only to see a figure unleashing a torrent of qi blood, like a bolt of lightning, smashing toward the mountain where they were located.
"A Body Refining Martial Artist, he discovered our hidden location..."
The old lion’s mind surged with thoughts, showing a horrified expression. Such a vast torrent of qi blood did not seem like something a Martial King could unleash. Not even the body of Tong Jingchang, the sect leader of the Thousand Peaks Sect, allegedly the top martial expert below a Martial Saint, was so terrifying.
The most crucial thing was that such an unmatched figure had actually discovered their concealed hiding place and was directly attacking their array.
Even though they were elders of the golden lion race, they had merely survived the impact of the demon saint realm by luck and were not in peak demon king state. If they guessed right, the one reaping the young golden lions on the battlefield was this body refining Martial King in front of them.
"Boom boom boom..."
Mountains trembled, and the array they used to hide their aura and forms was shattered in an instant, their bodies appearing in the open.
"Why hide? Attack together!"
The old lion shouted loudly. At this time, hiding was already too late, and separating would be even more dangerous facing such a figure.
"Roar..."
He let out a roar to the sky, shaking the mountains. The terrifying lion’s roar permeated everywhere, shaking apart the ocean-like qi blood above Wei Fan’s head, revealing a handsome young man.
"Bang!"
Almost simultaneously, the two old lions transformed into their true form, emanating dazzling golden light.
"So there were indeed two old rats hiding here!" Wei Fan’s eyes gleamed fiercely.
He passed by this place and discovered traces of an array, which prompted him to break it open. Little did he know that two old demon kings of the golden lion race were hidden inside.
But as the sonic waves that could shatter the primordial spirit came crashing in, the golden primordial spirit opened its eyes, and the will power swept out like a storm, barely affecting Wei Fan.
Having slain several golden lions already, he had become quite familiar with their tricks and was well prepared.
"Boom!"
Two claws struck Wei Fan’s body, intending to shatter it, but instead, they ended with broken bones and torn muscles.
The old lion let out a miserable cry, his face full of horror. It seemed to him that Wei Fan’s body was harder than iron, and the backlash alone shattered his two claws.
As for the other lion, it was Wei Fan’s first target of attack. Before its claws could even reach Wei Fan, his fist had already pierced through its head, which was as large as a cabinet, the light in its eyes fading away.
In the blinding light, Wei Fan bathed in demon blood, shattered the lion’s head with his arm, and then turned to slay the last remaining lion.
Blood splattered, and the last lion’s head was split open.
[Killed a Golden Lion, gained 100,000 years of ordinary power, 900 years of Martial King’s power]
[Killed a Golden Lion, gained 100,000 years of ordinary power, 900 years of Martial King’s power]
[Ordinary Power: 1.8 million years]
[Martial King’s Power: 9,000 years]
"So many soul tokens..."
Wei Fan glanced at the soul tokens on the ground and instantly understood why these two golden lions did not participate in the battle but hid here instead.
"What a treasure!"
Soul tokens are connected to their owner’s primordial spirit and can be used to track them down regardless of distance. With these, he could definitely track down all the golden lions and kill them all.
Initially, the matters concerning Da Xu had nothing to do with the golden lion race, but these guys decided to exploit the situation and set the Saint Son selection here. So, he decided to slaughter this race, wiping out all their young talented demon kings.
After collecting the corpses and soul tokens, Wei Fan used one of the soul tokens to track them, disappearing into the night.
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