Chapter 586: Chapter 368: The Terrifying Primordial Spirit Martial Technique
"Wei Fan..."
The young Martial King of Zilan Sect’s expression changed drastically, not because a madman suddenly attacked them without any reason, but because they encountered Wei Fan.
Compared to when he needed the Profound Yellow Tripod to suppress Fang Nanfei and others, Wei Fan had become more terrifying; just a wave could injure a Peak Martial King like him.
"Knowing is enough for you to die!"
Wei Fan’s hands moved swiftly, tracing profound trajectories. At the same time, within his Sea of Consciousness, his Primordial Spirit opened its eyes, mimicking the movements of his physical body.
In the next moment, a surge of majestic aura burst from Wei Fan’s body, and a phantom of mountains and rivers emerged, with peaks rising and large rivers roaring.
Though illusory, a dreadful pressure descended, as if a real landscape fell from the sky, causing the ground beneath them to shatter and crumble.
"What kind of Martial Technique is this that it can transform into a landscape!"
"Could Wei Fan have already cultivated into a Martial Saint!"
People around retreated in shock, their eyes locked on the stunning scene of the phantom mountains and rivers behind Wei Fan.
This wasn’t something condensed from True Essence, the Martial Kings watching could discern that much; it seemed to be a manifestation of spirit, profound and infinite.
"He has initially cultivated the Mountain and River Seal, Elder Zhou would surely be astonished if he saw this."
Fenghua’s beautiful eyes shone with intrigue, watching the phantom landscape behind Wei Fan in awe.
Primordial Spirit Martial Techniques are not rare, but those who can cultivate them are few, requiring not only high talent but also a strong Primordial Spirit realm. In the Beiding Continent, Primordial Spirit Martial Techniques are mostly exclusive to Martial Saints; occasionally, a few geniuses can grasp them upon advancing as Martial Kings.
But seeing Wei Fan perform it so effortlessly, it’s evident that his cultivation of the Mountain and River Seal is beyond the entry-level realm.
"This demon!"
In just a few days, Wei Fan not only escalated his cultivation from Martial King Seventh Layer to Eighth Layer, but also managed to achieve minor success in both Cyan Nether Travel and the most challenging Primordial Spirit Martial Technique.
"Let’s test my Mountain and River Seal!"
Wei Fan wished to test the power of the Mountain and River Seal, which is why he unleashed it.
His arms shook, seemingly stirring a real landscape, pressing down towards several Martial Kings of the Zilan Sect.
"Boom boom..."
Several Martial Kings from the Zilan Sect unleashed their strikes against the phantom landscape, yet it was useless.
Such Primordial Spirit Martial Techniques are manifest powers of spirit and will, can only be countered by will power, while true essence attacks are mostly ineffective.
In the next moment, Wei Fan saw them suddenly tremble, their bodies stiffening instantly, followed by blood oozing from their nose and mouth, their breath fading rapidly, their Primordial Spirits directly shattered, dying on the spot.
"Using Primordial Spirit Martial Techniques against those of lower Primordial Spirit realm is nearly foolproof killing, unless the opponent possesses the same means, or their Primordial Spirit realm is higher than mine."
Even Wei Fan was somewhat startled by this power; despite full defense by prowess including a Peak Martial King, it was utterly futile, watching helplessly as the Mountain and River Seal crushed through and shattered their Primordial Spirits.
For most Martial Kings, Primordial Spirit Martial Techniques are powers beyond their grasp, methods they cannot master.
"All dead!"
"Wei Fan is determined to fight Zilan Sect to the death!"
"It’s been a longstanding struggle, judging by this, even if Zilan Sect’s Saint Son arrives, they might not be a match for Wei Fan; unless there’s a Martial Saint, Wei Fan may possess the power to annihilate Zilan Sect."
...
The surrounding crowd was left in awe; under the unknown Martial Technique, Wei Fan single-handedly slaughtered three Martial Kings of the Zilan Sect, including one in peak condition.
"Wei Fan, may you meet a bad end; one day, when our Zilan Sect Martial Saint returns, your head will definitely be severed!"
The Zilan Sect’s Second Elder lying on the ground had his eyes wide open with fury, his voice shrill.
He was merely acting on Grand Elder Sun Tao’s orders to come down the mountain and feign looking for Wei Fan, just to earn some face for Zilan Sect, without truly seeking Wei Fan.
He deliberately avoided Wei Fan, neither heading toward Da Xu’s direction nor approaching Celestial Star City, yet unexpectedly ran into Wei Fan.
This fellow completely disregards martial integrity, charging forward with a palm, without giving him any chance to defend.
He brought Holy Soldier down the mountain, but never had a chance to use it.
"You better worry about yourself!"
Wei Fan stepped forward and dragged the Zilan Sect’s Second Elder up, flying with Fenghua to a mountain peak: "Tell me, why did Zilan Sect target me back in Zilan City!"
He spared Zilan Sect’s Second Elder in order to clarify the events of that day.
Along the way, he’s killed countless people, but such baseless occurrences were unprecedented.
"Turns out you still don’t know whom you offended..." his tone turned vicious: "If you want me to tell you, no way, if you’ve got the guts, kill me, you won’t live long!"
Wei Fan frowned slightly: "Stubborn mouth!"
Although he learned nothing, there was still some information to be gleaned; Zilan Sect’s Second Elder preferred death to speaking, likely not out of staunchness, but fear of revealing.
He attempted hypnosis using Will Power, but it’s impossible to hypnotize such a Martial King Ninth Layer powerhouse; their Heart Spirit resisted his hypnotic will.
Upon realizing this, Wei Fan no longer cared to waste words, directly smashing the Zilan Sect’s Second Elder’s head with a punch.
...
Da Xu, near Vajra Sect.
Sun Tao sat atop the mountain peak, his mind in turmoil. Zilan Sect, located in Beiding Continent, was one of the weakest Holy Sects, with limited Spirit Crystal reserves. Upon hearing that Vajra Sect had discovered Spirit Crystals, he immediately led the strong members of Zilan Sect to seize a portion of Vajra Sect’s Spirit Crystal Ore.
However, the incident of Vajra Sect’s complete annihilation today struck fear into his heart. The scene of Vajra Sect’s destruction was still vivid in his memory, causing chills down his spine each time he recalled it.
Evil Spirits are not to be provoked. Staying here may put him at risk, yet he couldn’t bear to turn away from the immense Spirit Crystal Ore. With Zilan Sect’s strength, even if all the Holy Sects of Beiding Continent were involved, they could still claim a significant share.
"Grand Elder, something terrible has happened..."
Suddenly, a disciple flew up from the foot of the mountain.
Sun Tao’s expression darkened, "Speak!"
He had developed a psychological aversion to such words, especially at this critical moment.
"News from the sect says the Second Elder and several Martial Kings he brought down the mountain, their Soul Tokens have all shattered!" The disciple said with trembling fear.
"What did you say?"
Sun Tao abruptly rose from the mountain peak, his aura spinning out of control.
Bang...
In an instant, massive rocks rolled down, causing the entire mountain to shake violently.
"The Second Elder is dead..."
Sun Tao felt a darkness engulfing his vision, nearly causing him to collapse.
This wasn’t like the matter of Fang Nanfei and the others being killed. Martial King Ninth Layer experts were few in Zilan Sect, but if they were willing to make sacrifices, they could quickly produce a few when needed.
The Second Elder went down the mountain carrying a Holy Soldier, and his death meant the Holy Soldier was also taken by the enemy.
Throughout Zilan Sect’s long history, there were only three Holy Soldiers.
One was left by the founding Martial Saint, another was obtained by chance, and the third was the weapon of the current Martial Saint. Holy Soldiers are the reliance of Holy Sects; as long as there are enough Holy Soldiers, even if there is no Martial Saint in the future, it won’t be a big problem.
Losing one means Zilan Sect’s heritage is reduced by a third, a severe loss indeed.
"Who did it? Is the Holy Soldier lost?"
Sun Tao almost clenched his teeth as he uttered these words. The Second Elder’s death was insignificant compared to retaining the Holy Soldier.
However, the disciple shook his head, indicating that he had no idea, as the information from the sect did not mention these details.
"Haha... Sun Tao, you seem furious, it appears you already know about the killing of Zilan Sect’s Second Elder!"
Suddenly, someone flew over from afar, and Sun Tao looked to see Elder Deng Bingqiang from Yunxiao City.
"Was it your Yunxiao City?" Sun Tao looked over aggressively.
Zilan Sect and Yunxiao City didn’t get along, and previously, they almost clashed over the Spirit Crystal Ore. Their rivalry is what delayed the matter of Vajra Sect, causing all the Holy Sects of Beiding Continent to get involved.
"Nonsense, why would Yunxiao City kill Zilan Sect’s Second Elder?"
Deng Bingqiang was shocked, he had only come to mock Sun Tao, not to take the blame, "I kindly came to inform you of this matter, but instead of gratitude, you accuse me!"
He showed a puzzled expression, although the death of the Second Elder wasn’t a small matter, Sun Tao’s reaction was excessively intense, as if he had lost his father. He hadn’t considered that the killing of Zilan Sect’s Second Elder also involved a Holy Soldier.
"Tell me, who did it?" Sun Tao realized Yunxiao City wouldn’t dare to assassinate Zilan Sect’s Second Elder; both sides have significant heritage, and the current situation of the Spirit Crystal Ore was unknown. Yunxiao City wouldn’t do something that could provoke a sect war unless they were out of their minds.
Sun Tao wore a teasing expression, "Zilan Sect is genuinely worthless, a grand Holy Sect, killed repeatedly by a no-name figure. Your Zilan Sect’s Second Elder was chasing Wei Fan and encountered Wei Fan near Yunxiao City’s Transmission Domain Gate, where Wei Fan killed him on the spot."
Wei Fan, once again Wei Fan!
In an instant, Sun Tao’s face turned icy cold, he had instructed the Second Elder to descend only as a gesture, never expecting it would be Wei Fan.
He wanted to ask for details but feared exposing the loss of the Holy Soldier.
"Order everyone, return to the sect!"
Previously hesitating, his mind was made up; compared to a Holy Soldier, Spirit Crystals were insignificant.
...
"Didn’t expect to gain a Holy Soldier!"
Wei Fan toyed with the Holy Soldier found in the Second Elder’s Storage Gourd, wearing a surprised expression. Had he not acted swiftly, it would have been more troublesome to deal with the Second Elder once he activated the Holy Soldier.
This Holy Soldier was a saber, silver-white, and very fearsome in shape. Wei Fan attempted to activate it, and instantly, a terrifying Sword Intent erupted, even making his skin feel a bit stung. The quality seemed higher than the Guangling Sect’s Holy Sword level.
"This should be the Hundred Rivers Saber, legend has it that a founding Martial Saint of Zilan Sect once killed another Martial Saint of the same rank and seized their Holy Soldier.
That Martial Saint was named Bai Chuan, and the founding Martial Saint of Zilan Sect named the Holy Soldier after him to demonstrate his victory. Zilan Sect relied on the Hundred Rivers Saber to resolve many near-annihilation disasters..."
In Beiding Continent, every Holy Soldier carries a bunch of legends, their fame often surpasses Martial Saints.
After all, Martial Saints can only live five thousand years, whereas a Holy Soldier can persist for tens of thousands of years without decaying.
Feng Hua showed a look of surprise; she hadn’t expected the Second Elder of Zilan Sect to possess a Holy Soldier, which he hadn’t had the chance to use before Wei Fan struck and nearly killed him.
"It’s said that Zilan Sect only has three Holy Soldiers. Losing this Hundred Rivers Saber diminishes the sect’s heritage by a third..."
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