ReadNovel Chapter 472 - 254: Purple Eyes Soul Capture, Arrival of the Demon King
Chapter 472 - 254: Purple Eyes Soul Capture, Arrival of the Demon King
The Sect Leader of Profound Crane Sect did not respond to Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son. His figure was majestic, exuding power, but his expression was somewhat stiff, lacking vitality. His body was merely condensed power and not his true form, just a projection of will.
Once fully formed, a large hand was directly extended, like a terrifying wave crashing towards Wei Fan.
Essence Qi surged violently towards the large hand, enhancing its power.
"Just a projection of will, not even the true body has come, and yet wants to kill me?"
Wei Fan sneered coldly, the Human King Bell within his body vibrated, isolating the pressure brought by the Demon King’s will power.
He flipped his wrist, and the Divinity-Sealing Seal appeared in his hand.
The projection of will, in essence, was still something related to the Primordial Spirit. As long as it pertains to the Primordial Spirit, the Divinity-Sealing Seal is its nemesis.
Such things are not particularly mysterious; there is a method for their crafting within the Divine Weapon Technique he learned.
Of course, the cost of crafting was substantial. During the crafting process, one needs to cut off a piece of one’s Heart Spirit. In ordinary sects, unless one is extremely important, elders typically won’t help with crafting such items, since cutting off a piece of Heart Spirit might take years to recover.
Boom!
Wei Fan’s figure was like a bolt of lightning across the sky, proactively charging towards the large hand.
"He’s actively confronting the Demon King’s projection of will; is he courting death?" Little Lion King exclaimed with wide eyes.
In the next moment, as the large hand was about to strike Wei Fan, Wei Fan suddenly vanished.
Boom!
The large hand struck nothing, and a terrifying palm imprint appeared on the ground below, earth churning to the sides, mountains trembling incessantly.
"Not good, it’s Form Follows Heart!"
Little Ape King shouted.
This ability was invincible. If not suppressed, even with extraordinary power, capable of destroying heavens and earth, hitting Wei Fan was futile.
King’s Soldier could suppress the ability of Form Follows Heart, but a trace of the Demon King’s projection of will could not invoke Dao’s power, unable to restrict Wei Fan’s ability.
Without restricting this ability, even if the Demon King himself came, he wouldn’t be able to kill Wei Fan.
Of course, were the Demon King to truly come, he would undoubtedly possess means to restrict Form Follows Heart; he himself also mastered this ability.
"Sect Leader, be careful. Wei Fan knows the method of Form Follows Heart!"
Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son shouted, forgetting this was merely a projection of the Demon King’s will, lacking consciousness, unable to understand his words!
The next moment, Wei Fan appeared at the side of the Demon King’s projection, his hand emitting an eerie aura, smashing down with the Divinity-Sealing Seal.
Pong!
A dull sound erupted, a single ray of light rapidly spread out, engulfing the Demon King’s projection, its aura quickly weakened, and then, with a pong, it dissipated into energy falling from the vault of heaven.
"The Demon King’s projection was destroyed!"
Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son, Little Ape King, and Little Ape King’s pupils contracted violently, their scalps tingling.
"What on earth is that seal in his hand; could it be a King’s Soldier?"
Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son roared, realizing it was the seal in Wei Fan’s hand causing the trouble. Otherwise, no matter how strong Wei Fan’s power was, he couldn’t destroy the Demon King’s projection in an instant, unless he too was a King-level powerhouse.
But Wei Fan was neither a Martial King, nor did the seal in his hand exhibit the fluctuation of a King’s Soldier, only exuding a mysterious aura.
"Enough talking, run quickly, even the Demon King can’t kill him!"
Little Ape King dragged his battered body and turned to flee.
During the previous exchange with the King’s Soldier, their Divine Armor was completely shattered, even their bodies were nearly shattered by the vibration of the King’s Soldier. At this moment, the three Demon Venerables almost had no intact part.
With the Demon King’s projection destroyed by Wei Fan, they had no cards left to fight Wei Fan.
Based on strength, the three Demon Venerables could join forces with the confidence to battle Wei Fan, but Wei Fan had too many Treasures, had even seized the King’s Soldier, and dared not clash with Wei Fan.
"Scatter and escape!"
Little Lion King also reacted, roaring fiercely, now wasn’t the time for shock, escaping was the priority; Wei Fan, this Killing God, would not care whether their fathers were Demon Kings, wouldn’t hold back when killing.
"Weren’t you coming to kill me? Why flee first!"
Wei Fan’s voice seemed to carry a chill, sending shivers through the three Demon Venerables.
He flashed and vanished from his original location.
Witnessing Wei Fan’s disappearance within the consciousness, Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son could not help but shout: "Wei Fan, dare you kill us? Humans and Demons will inevitably enter full-scale war, when living beings suffer, you’ll be the chief culprit for the humans!"
Currently, no background could stop Wei Fan, only by inciting a Human and Demon Races war might he be deterred.
Little Ape King also shouted: "My father is Heaven-Supporting Demon King, dare you kill me, he will wipe out a human nation in retribution!"
Wei Fan silently appeared behind Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son: "War, then war, when has the Human Race ever feared war with your Demon Fiends? When has there ever been a time without battle in these years?"
His King-Slaying Mace in hand was simple and unadorned, heavily swung out.
He had seen how Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son and the three Demon Venerables were nearly drained before; he dared not use his power to revive the King’s Soldier.
Yet, with his current power, even a dry tree branch in his hand could display earth-shattering power, let alone an unbreakable King’s Soldier. With his force, even if not reviving the King’s Soldier, the power was sufficient to slay any Demon Venerable.
Pong!
Blood splattered, Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son’s head exploded like a watermelon, the Primordial Spirit shattered by the King-Slaying Mace.
His power was almost drained by the King-Slaying Mace, heavily injured, even as a Seven-Colored Golden Body, he stood no chance against Wei Fan.
Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son, dead!
"Saint Son..."
The Little Ape King let out a piercing cry upon seeing this scene, for soon it would be his turn too.
This madman Wei Fan dared to kill even the Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son, let alone being just the son of the Demon King. In terms of status and potential, he was inferior to the Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son.
"Don’t run, fight him to the death!"
The Little Lion King roared, knowing that escape was impossible. In short distances, Form Follows Heart was practically invincible; no speed could match the speed of Form Follows Heart.
"Alright!"
The Little Ape King understood this as well and immediately turned back to fight.
"Purple Eyes Soul Capture!"
The Little Lion King bellowed in anger, his purple eyes emitting a purple glow: "I’ll extract his Primordial Spirit, let’s destroy it together!"
Purple Eyes Soul Capture!
This was a talent of the Purple-eyed Demon Lion clan, capable of extracting the Primordial Spirit of any person within a certain distance from their body, including the enemy’s as well as their own.
This talent seemed useless because its indiscriminate attack included himself, but it wasn’t actually so, as he was merely at the Demon Venerable level and couldn’t really wield this talent.
If his father were to use it, only the enemy’s Primordial Spirit would be extracted, while his own would remain in the body.
Once the Primordial Spirit is extracted, most of one’s abilities are lost, only allowing the use of Primordial Spirit attacks. Because of this ability, the Primordial Spirits of their clan were much stronger than those of experts at the same level. Once activated, if the enemy wasn’t on guard, their Primordial Spirit would either be blown apart or severely injured.
Even if the Primordial Spirit wasn’t injured, it would suffer some damage, as even a Martial King would not easily let his Primordial Spirit leave the body unless the physical body was destroyed.
For even the Primordial Spirit of a Martial King, leaving the body recklessly would be harmed by the world outside.
Buzz...
Invisible waves spread out, and Wei Fan only felt a force drilling into his head, but it was blocked by the Golden Bell.
At the same time, a Primordial Spirit emerged from above both the Little Lion King and Little Ape King, blankly staring at Wei Fan, above whom there was nothing.
Where is the Primordial Spirit?
Purple Eyes Soul Capture failed to extract Wei Fan’s Primordial Spirit, or perhaps he had none at all.
Despair spread across the Little Lion King’s face: "It’s bad, his Golden Bell can actually resist the talent of my Purple-eyed Demon Lion clan!"
In fact, he had no idea that even if they could extract Wei Fan’s Primordial Spirit, he wouldn’t be harmed. During Wei Fan’s time in the Divine Realm, he had used a large amount of Spirit Soul Power to reinforce his back, then underwent another Spirit Soul transformation using the Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations.
His Primordial Spirit strength had long surpassed that of ordinary people.
"This talent of yours seems like it’s courting death!"
Wei Fan stepped out into the void, swinging the King-Slaying Mace in his hand. The Little Ape King tried to return his Primordial Spirit to his body, but was swept by the King-Slaying Mace, shattering instantly into pieces!
The son of the Heaven-Supporting Demon King, the Little Ape King, dead!
The Little Lion King watched, his eyes nearly popping out: "You beast, you’ve killed so many of my demon race’s elites, the Demon King will never forgive you!"
He knew he was doomed, so he might as well curse Wei Fan to vent his anger.
"Sooner or later, I’ll slaughter all the Demon Kings of your demon race, including your father!"
Wei Fan smashed down with the mace, directly smashing the Little Lion King’s Primordial Spirit into pieces.
[Slain Little Lion King, gained 20,000 years of Ordinary Power, 90 years of Golden Body Power]
[Slain Little Ape King, gained 20,000 years of Ordinary Power, 90 years of Golden Body Power]
[Slain Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son, gained 20,000 years of Ordinary Power, 80 years of Golden Body Power]
...
[Ordinary Power: 490,000 years]
[Golden Body Power: 990 years]
Ordinary Power was nearing half a million!
Altogether eighteen Demon Venerables, yet he had only slain twelve, the other six were shaken to death by the King’s Soldier.
The surroundings seven to eight kilometers had turned into ruins, the ground cracked, mountains disappeared, and as far as the eye could see, it was full of devastation, mainly caused by the collision between the King’s Soldier and the Human King Bell.
Luckily, he had stopped at a place far away from the Yunhua Sect, otherwise, even if the Yunhua Sect’s disciples had escaped, the Yunhua Sect itself would have been reduced to ruins.
"The Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son, son of the Heaven-Supporting Demon King, son of the Purple-eyed Demon King—eighteen Demon Venerables in total joined forces, yet he slaughtered them all by himself!"
In the distant mountains, Ji Qingyue floated into the air, her face full of shock.
Even knowing Wei Fan well, she had thought he could at most protect himself this time, never imagining he could kill all the Demon Venerables. She hadn’t expected even the Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son, armed with the King’s Soldier, to be killed by Wei Fan instead.
"Quick, let’s go!"
Wei Fan growled: "The Demon Kings are coming!"
The Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son wasn’t a threat to him, but having killed so many Demon Venerables, including ones like the Little Ape King and Little Lion King, the demon race wouldn’t spare him, even if it didn’t lead to all-out war with the human race.
This time, he had slain more than just the likes of the Double-headed Elephant Venerable. The Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son, son of the Heaven-Supporting Demon King, son of the Purple-eyed Demon King—any one of these names would shake the Wilderness several times.
Ji Qingyue couldn’t sense it, but his Spiritual Sense was warning him, causing a feeling of unease.
"We’ll go together!" Ji Qingyue didn’t leave.
Wei Fan shook his head: "Separate and go. I have life-saving measures and am not afraid of the Demon Kings. With you, I might end up being burdened!"
Whether the Human King Bell could match a Demon King, he wasn’t certain, but it should be effective for survival. The Human King Bell wasn’t a weapon and didn’t require his activation, serving as his assurance.
"Alright!"
Hearing this, Ji Qingyue no longer insisted, transforming into a stream of light flying towards where Dongfang Ye had disappeared before, while Wei Fan quickly erased his scent and flew in another direction!