Chapter 600: Chapter 382: Beating a King Turtle for Nourishment
Yun Jin City, a Martial King took out a communication token and quickly relayed what happened in Yun Jin City.
Soon, the information of Wei Fan appearing in Yun Jin City, slaying twelve Demon Kings including the Golden Kirin Crocodile, and counter-killing Black Nether Assassins, spread to the major forces of the Beiding Continent.
For a time, this news shook many people, and some even described Wei Fan’s astonishing strength as a half-step Martial Saint.
"Another Black Nether Assassin is dead!"
In the Zhilan Sect, Sun Tao’s scalp tingled, Wei Fan’s growth was simply astounding, advancing from Martial King Second Layer to Martial King Ninth Layer in less than three months.
He regretted not trying harder that day to keep Wei Fan, viewing his past caution as a grave mistake.
Now, even if he led all the Martial Kings of the Zhilan Sect down the mountain, it would be difficult to pose a threat to Wei Fan. Furthermore, after consecutively being slain by Wei Fan, the Zhilan Sect had few Martial Kings left.
Even if the Zhilan Sect had Holy Soldiers, it would not suffice, for he knew Wei Fan also had Holy Soldiers, and bringing down more Martial Kings would still not be enough for Wei Fan to kill.
Currently, they either had to wait for the Martial Saints who entered the Wilderness to return to deal with Wei Fan or continue to invest more money to have the Black Nether send out stronger assassins.
"The Holy Soldier cannot be lost, it must be retrieved quickly!"
The Martial Saints of the Zhilan Sect didn’t know when they would return, and with so many forces wanting to kill Wei Fan, if anything were to happen to him, recovering the Holy Soldier would be impossible.
Thinking of this, Sun Tao gritted his teeth and went to the sect’s treasury to withdraw a batch of Spirit Crystals, quickly leaving the Zhilan Sect.
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"No wonder he’s a successor of the Five Emperors Fist, this kid is terrifying, even if not as great as Xuanyuan Peak of old, he’s not far behind."
When Zhou Shen received the news, even as a Martial Saint, he was somewhat moved.
Because he knew all of Wei Fan’s history, he wasn’t a brilliant successor cultivated by some great force, and more than two months ago, he had just walked out from the Land of Dao Collapse in the Wilderness.
This kind of frightening potential, even if not as great as the Xuanyuan Peak, hailed as the first in two thousand years of the Eastern Domain, is absolutely not much weaker, belonging to the same tier of demon.
"If he hadn’t been delayed in the Wilderness for years, he might’ve broken Xuanyuan Peak’s cultivation record!"
As for whether Wei Fan or Xuanyuan Peak was more demonic, he couldn’t really tell. Wei Fan was delayed in the Wilderness for years, but Xuanyuan Peak had also entered the Wilderness during the golden age of cultivation, being delayed for years.
Martial King Ninth Layer Perfection at twenty, breaking through to the Martial Saint Realm at twenty-five.
"We’ll see at what age this kid can break through to the Martial Saint."
He was quite looking forward to Wei Fan surpassing Xuanyuan Peak’s record, bringing forth another like Xuanyuan Peak, capable of safeguarding the Human Race for thousands of years.
"Black Nether!"
Thinking of someone hiring Black Nether Assassins to kill Wei Fan, his face darkened; to enlist Black Nether Assassins to kill such a human race prodigy was unforgivable.
If Wei Fan were an ordinary Jianghu martial artist, it would be another thing, but he had always been fighting for the Human Race, and if such a person died, it would be an enormous loss for the Human Race of the Five Great Domains.
Though the Demon Hunter Organization does not intervene in Jianghu grievances, that’s merely to prevent conflicts between the organization and the sects of the Five Great Domains.
"Such a prodigy must not come to harm!"
With that thought, Zhou Shen took out a communication token: "Fully investigate the Black Nether’s base in the Beiding Continent, then wipe it out, and find out which force hired the Black Nether Organization to kill Wei Fan!"
As a powerful organization spanning the Five Great Domains, leading the Human Race against the Demon Fiends, the Demon Hunter Organization naturally had its own power, even the Territory Guardian War Generals were not the core strength of the organization.
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Yao Mountain is near Yun Jin City, Daxu Kingdom, within demon territory. Of course, ’near’ does not mean within a few miles but within several hundred miles.
Yao Mountain is picturesque and full of Essence Qi. Originally, it was the dojo of a Tiger Demon whose cultivation reached the Demon King Ninth Layer, but later, the Dragon Turtle Demon King, known as the number one Demon King of the Beiding Continent, took a liking to it, making the Tiger Demon a subordinate and claiming it for himself.
The Dragon Turtle Demon King chose to reside there for a simple reason: it was close to a major Human Race city, making it easy to capture humans for food.
The mountain was scattered with white bones, and had a huge cavern.
"This is the real life of demons, it’s foolish to risk life rushing for the Saint Realm. Although I am not a Demon Saint, who dares be reckless towards me except a Demon Saint!"
Before the cavern, a large stone had been polished to a smooth shine, where the Dragon Turtle Demon King lazily basked in the sun.
Several Tiger Demons stood around, holding various Spirit Fruits and Spirit Wine, as well as roasted human flesh readily available.
The Dragon Turtle Demon King reckoned those risking their lives for the Demon Saint Realm were fools; isn’t it better to live comfortably for thousands of years than to die young?
"The great king is right; if I could become a Ninth-Layer Demon King, I wouldn’t risk my life for the Saint Realm."
The Tiger Demon beside him concurred, agreeing with the Dragon Turtle Demon King’s reasoning.
Their father, the Tiger Demon who originally occupied this place, died from backlash while attempting to break through to the Demon Saint Realm; had he not sought the Saint Realm, he would be living well now.
Serving under the Dragon Turtle Demon King, who would dare to provoke except for a Demon Saint?
Even the Demon Hunters from the Human Race’s Demon Hunter Organization passing by would have to detour around here.
"Don’t imitate this king, you don’t have the capital to learn from me. Forget about becoming the first Demon King of Beiding Continent; with your lineage, you won’t even become a Ninth-Layer Demon King in this lifetime. But if you obediently serve this king, you might still ensure a lifetime of peace..."
Peace!
The Dragon Turtle Demon King hadn’t finished saying the word ’peace’ when his slightly squinted eyes suddenly opened wide. In the sky, it seemed like another sun had appeared.
A fist rapidly enlarged in his vision, resembling a blazing sun plummeting down.
"Roar!"
He only had time to let out an angry roar. Before his body could roll off the giant rock, the fist had already smashed down.
The entire Yao Mountain trembled, boulders rolled, terrifying waves swept through, and the Tiger Demon he promised to protect for a lifetime couldn’t even scream before turning into a cloud of blood mist, exploding open.
"Roar...who dares act rashly in this king’s domain!"
Amid the massive dust, the Dragon Turtle Demon King soared into the sky.
His face was full of fury!
For years, no one dared to touch him. Even those Demon Hunters passing by would detour around, and even the Qilin Ape Race, who previously sought him to deal with Wei Fan, approached with utmost politeness.
Since reaching the Ninth-Layer Demon King cultivation and earning the title of First Demon King of Beiding Continent, his domain had never been struck before.
"Sharp instincts, managing to evade my punch; the First Demon King of Beiding Continent possesses some skill!"
Wei Fan’s gaze fell upon the Dragon Turtle Demon King. Although he appeared humanoid, his chest and back were encased in a black shell covered with scale armor. The residual force of Wei Fan’s power only caused a muffled rumble upon impact, without causing any harm.
With his current power, striking casually and being able to block it, the Dragon Turtle Demon King’s turtle shell must be equivalent to top-level Martial King Divine Soldiers, perhaps even harder than typical ones.
"You impudent fool, which sect’s Saint Son are you? Did your elders not tell you about this king’s lineage?"
The anger caused the Dragon Turtle Demon King’s fierce dragon head’s scales to stand up, wild winds surged, and dark clouds gathered in the sky.
With the bloodline of a Flood Dragon, he naturally possessed the ability to influence atmospheric phenomena within a certain range.
However, he didn’t immediately retaliate. Being the First Demon King of Beiding Continent wasn’t just empty bravado; it was a reputation earned through real combat. Even if it was a sneak attack, someone capable of leaving him so disheveled must be a sect’s Saint Son.
The Dragon Turtle Demon King wasn’t afraid of fighting back, but worried about killing the opponent and drawing out a Martial Saint from behind.
He simply wished to live peacefully for a few millennia, not even aiming for the Saint Realm, and naturally didn’t want to provoke a Martial Saint into hunting him down.
"You’re Wei Fan!"
Emerging from the dust, he saw a man and a woman walking gracefully across the sky.
The woman was unfamiliar, but the man left a strong impression—isn’t that Wei Fan, whom the Qilin Ape Race once sought his help to kill?
At the time, he declined, not out of fear that he couldn’t handle Wei Fan, but concern about provoking a strong Martial Saint of the Human Race.
Such a monstrous talent couldn’t have emerged without strong Martial Arts backing, achieving staggering combat abilities.
"Seems you know me. Since you know me, why do you dare linger near Yun Jin City without leaving?"
Wei Fan gazed at the shattered white bones amid the mountain’s devastated landscape, the evil qi in his eyes thickened significantly.
"Wei Fan, I haven’t provoked you!"
The Dragon Turtle Demon King was furious. Having avoided clashing with powerful races like the Qilin Ape to evade troubling Wei Fan, it was unforeseen that Wei would come knocking, excessively pushing his limits.
"Indeed, you haven’t provoked me, but after recent battles against Demon Kings, my body feels somewhat drained. I wanted to cook some old turtle soup to replenish myself. You’re said to be hundreds of years old and possess Flood Dragon bloodline, you should be quite nourishing," Wei Fan chuckled.
"You..."
The Dragon Turtle Demon King’s anger surged. Possessing both Flood Dragon and Crocodile Turtle bloodlines, he viewed himself as noble and powerful, far removed from being comparable to lowly beings like turtles.
One reason he resisted being dispatched by those Demon Saints was his belief in his bloodline’s nobility over those Demon Saints, finding it degrading to his lineage to be commanded.
"Think you’re invincible after slaying the likes of the Golden Kirin Crocodile? This king not fearing you doesn’t mean I’m afraid of you."
As the First Demon King of Beiding Continent, he had quite the temper.
Having Wei Fan come and challenge him first, then being referred to as a soup ingredient, no Demon King could tolerate this, least of all the First Demon King of Beiding Continent.
Moreover, Wei Fan’s posture clearly indicated a desire to kill him—youthful arrogance aiming for renown, reminiscent of Tong Jingchang from years past.
Even if he wished to endure, the Dragon Turtle Demon King knew a battle was unavoidable today. At worst, slaughter Wei Fan and find a Demon Saint to serve; the First Demon King of Beiding Continent would always find a Demon Saint willing to take him in.
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