Chapter 784 - 564: The Manifestation of the Human Dao

"Boom..."

A ferocious dragon claw obscured the sky, tearing through the firmament, shattering the Great Dao, with its target locked on Wei Fan.

The waves of the Emperor Dao permeated the heavens and the earth, making all creatures tremble, laws twisted, as objects defied nature and floated up from the ground.

"Everyone wants to kill me, don’t provoke me!"

In Wei Fan’s eyes, a cold glint surged, and his killing intent boiled.

Everyone wanted to kill him, and he really wanted to take out the Ten Thousand Dao Bell just once, to see if these Demon Emperors could withstand a strike from it.

But he held back; today’s situation was already too big, needing others to clean up the mess. He didn’t want to implicate innocent civilians.

The main thing was that he was always wary not of these Demon Emperors, but of the existence that had forced Xuanyuan Peak and Qi Daozhen to hide.

Of course, he remembered these accounts and would settle them someday!

"If you’re trash, living longer only means you’re trash!"

The Dragon Battle Martial Emperor spoke coldly, shooting terrifying beams from his eyes, and the Ten Thousand Dao floated beneath his feet.

His heroic figure radiated a power that could suppress the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, protecting the humans on the ground, completely unafraid of this old demon, the Purple-Beard Dragon Emperor, who had become an emperor seven or eight thousand years earlier.

He stepped out, reversing the mountains and rivers, appearing instantly from tens of thousands of miles away above Wei Fan and the others, the power of the Emperor Dao tearing the sky and isolating the aura of the Purple-Beard Dragon Emperor, preventing it from affecting the Human Race’s territory.

The Ten Thousand Dao roared between heaven and earth, laws twisted, as the aurae of the two emperors clashed, long having torn fear apart, revealing the myriad stars of the heavens.

"Boom!"

The Dragon Battle Martial Emperor, without much ado, acted directly and dominantly, launching a massive fist seal that filled heaven and earth, to intercept the dragon claw.

In an instant, the essences in heaven and earth surged wildly, the Dao roared, as fists and dragon claw collided.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a terrifying collision sound, space exhibited great destruction, and the destructive waves expanded like a tsunami, seemingly about to invade the Human Race’s lands, destroying tens of thousands of miles, but in the direction of the Human Race’s territory, it was as if an invisible wall blocked all the destructive waves, pushing them toward the Demon Realm.

"Boom..."

As if two continents had parted, the ground of the Demon Realm sank instantly, mountains turned to dust, raising towering tides that surged grandly toward the Demon Realm, instantly turning a thousand-mile territory into a land of death.

"You..."

Such a scene made the Purple-Beard Dragon Emperor’s face change in color, evidently, during his competition with him, the Dragon Battle Martial Emperor still had the strength to push the aftermath of their clash toward the Demon Race’s territory.

"Old loach, the Demon Race has been stirring troubles recently, I’ve long been displeased with you. Let’s battle beyond the heavens!"

The Dragon Battle Martial Emperor had no intention of fighting a life-and-death battle on the ground; protecting the Human Race’s territory while battling the Purple-Beard Dragon Emperor wouldn’t be satisfying enough for him.

He charged upward, his body surging with endless divine light, taking the Purple-Beard Dragon Emperor with him to the beyond-heaven battle.

In front of him, the land was reddened for thousands of miles, the ground sank in a terrifying sight.

Wei Fan looked up, the Emperor Dao waves rolled mightily, the starry sky seemed to have gained four more blazing suns, the world was a field of white light.

"Two seniors, I shall take my leave now!"

Wei Fan intended to leave; if he stayed, more and more Demon Emperors would descend, making the battle reach an uncontrollable level.

Once he was gone, without a target, the Emperor-level battle would naturally cease quickly.

"Alright!"

The two nodded, not saying much, understanding that only with Wei Fan’s disappearance would the battle stop.

With Wei Fan’s current cultivation, unless Emperor-level experts appeared, nobody could harm him, so there was no need to worry about his safety.

Without further ado, Wei Fan tore through the void and leapt in, disappearing from the place.

A short while later, the Emperor-level battle outside the skies ended, with both Martial Emperor and Demon Emperor retreating, seemingly both suffering losses, leaving the outcome unknown.

That day, the Eastern Domain was shaken.

Accompanying the end of the Emperor-level battle, the cause of the battle swiftly spread wildly through the Jianghu.

Over twenty Saint Realm members of the Demon Race descended on Shuiyun City to kill Wei Fan, but Wei Fan killed them all alone, among the fallen Demons Saints were three powerful Saint Kings.

It was also during this battle that the Black Nether Assassin revealed that Wei Fan and Wei Ran were the same person.

Having become a Saint a little over four months ago, achieving the title of King of Saints, an invincible Saint Realm, even Emperor-level experts disregarded their dignity to descend to kill Wei Fan, triggering the Emperor-level confrontation.

As this news spread, the whole world was shaken, even emperors were speechless for a long time.

"It’s simply a legend!"

"We are witnessing the birth of a legend!"

"It’s simply ridiculous, what Zhou Cheng Ancestor of the Zhou Family, named so because he was expected to become like his ancestor someday, used to sound impressive, but compared to Wei Fan’s glorious achievements, it seems laughable. Even if his ancestor came, he wouldn’t match Wei Fan."

"It is said that Wei Fan has once again vanished. With his demonic talent, he might already achieve Emperor status when he reappears."

"A god-like man, it is said that in his hometown, people worship him as if he were a deity."

...

Everyone was abuzz with discussion, even more so than the battles between Martial Emperors; more people talked about Wei Fan becoming the King of Saints. In the hearts of many, he was already a god-like figure.

"Descend with the Imperial Soldiers, this child cannot be left alive!"

The Mountain Sea Zhou Family’s voice echoed with killing intent.

Breaking through to the Saint Realm at nineteen, and in four months becoming the King of Saints, slaying Saint King powerhouses as easily as slaughtering dogs — even the Zhou Family, as a Martial Emperor Family, felt a chill.

Some clan elders suggested negotiating with Wei Fan, lowering their posture to make amends, considering the enormous risk of failing to kill him; if they failed, it would be the Zhou Family that perished.

With such talent, no one doubted that Wei Fan would one day become an emperor.

Once he became an emperor, the so-called Martial Emperor Clans would be nothing but a joke to a Martial Emperor.

However, this proposal was rejected. Given Wei Fan’s ruthlessness, he would surely seek revenge against the Zhou Family when capable, so their only way out was to eliminate him while they still could, denying him the chance to grow.

That day, another team of powerhouses descended from the Zhou Family.

...

In Divine City of the Xuanyuan Family, the news that Wei Fan had unleashed a massacre in Shuiyun City, withstanding the Demon Emperor’s pressure and becoming the King of Saints, left everyone in silence.

Especially those who had tirelessly arranged for the Venerable Phoenix Body to marry Zhou Cheng Ancestor; they all gasped.

The unparalleled, extraordinary talent terrified these proud disciples of the Martial Emperor Families. Such a cultivation speed would leave even the Martial Emperors speechless.

"Xuanyuan Changming, what do you say now? Do you still think he can’t become an emperor?"

Xuanyuan Ting mockingly looked at Xuanyuan Changming, who was guarding the two brothers, while turmoil raged in his own heart.

Before, he secretly rejoiced, being the only one who knew Wei Fan had become a Dharma Martial Saint, only to realize Wei Fan was more demonic than imagined, having already become the King of Saints.

Xuanyuan Changming shook his head, saying nothing. Such terrifying talent—no one dared to claim Wei Fan wouldn’t become an emperor. If he couldn’t become one, perhaps no one in the world could.

He truly regretted it; while the Xuanyuan Family’s Emperor’s Soldier was important, what additional years could such methods grant it? A few thousand to ten thousand years, at most.

But if the Xuanyuan Family had a Martial Emperor son-in-law, who would dare provoke them in the next hundred thousand years?

"You look down upon those you should lift up—turns out you’ve been looking down only to see how high they truly are!"

Xuanyuan Ting continued his taunt.

This time Xuanyuan Changming spoke: "I admit I underestimated him, but with all his flamboyance, whether he can survive remains uncertain. Not to mention the demons, can he pass the Zhou Family’s checkpoint?

All are Martial Emperor Families, you should understand how many in this world can survive once targeted by a Martial Emperor Family?"

Wei Fan hid himself; though the Demon Emperor could not find him, the Human Race’s Martial Emperor Clans could freely hunt him within the Human realm.

Xuanyuan Ting shook his head: "Do you really think a talent like this would be left to die by Dragon Battle, Ling Xiaoyu, these Martial Emperors? Two Martial Emperors moved to protect him today—doesn’t that signify something?

I never imagined your vision could be so short-sighted, failing to see the bigger picture. The importance of a Martial Emperor to the Human Race doesn’t need my explanation, does it?

If the Zhou Family’s Martial Emperor dared make a move, do you believe Dragon Battle, Ling Xiaoyu, and others wouldn’t immediately wage war against the Zhou Family?"

Xuanyuan Changming’s expression shifted; the Demon Hunter Organization normally wouldn’t intervene in Jianghu feuds, but Wei Fan’s talent was enough to make an exception.

In the Eastern Domain, no power was more domineering than the Demon Hunter Organization — not even the Martial Emperor Clans. When major issues of the Human Race’s safety arose, they would certainly strike like thunder.

Given Wei Fan’s current cultivation, as long as the Zhou Family’s Martial Emperor did not dare act, no matter how many they sent down, it would only mean sending heads to Wei Fan. Even carrying Imperial Soldiers down the mountain was useless if they couldn’t find him.

The general populace might be unaware, but forces like the Xuanyuan Family, existing alongside the Demon Hunter Organization for millions of years, knew that the organization did occasionally intervene in Jianghu feuds, all depending on whether it was deemed worthy.

Thinking the Demon Hunter Organization to be a rule-abiding force was folly; how one died, they wouldn’t even grasp, considering the Dark Hall’s elite weren’t maintained for nothing.

"It’s not for me to decide everything..." Xuanyuan Changming sighed; their branch’s status in the Xuanyuan Family was similarly not high.

"As long as the Clan Leader isn’t befuddled with age, he’ll know what to do. Though a bit late, there’s still time. If we wait until Wei Fan becomes a power before trying to mend relations, with that lad’s temperament, even if he doesn’t make things difficult for the Xuanyuan Family, he may still give them a few slaps."

The Xuanyuan Family was waiting to see who would come out on top, thinking whoever did would favor them. But they knew Wei Fan’s nature too well.

If he truly became an emperor, it wouldn’t be surprising for him to flatten the Xuanyuan Family. Not opposing the demon forces, no number of kills would be enough to satisfy Wei Fan, especially when the Xuanyuan Family tried to break him and his partner apart.

...

"Rumble..."

In a certain mountain belly, within Wei Fan’s heart spirit came a thunderous roar like the creation of heaven and earth, as the twelve-thousand-zhang-high Dao began to tremble, chains of order quivered, and innumerable Great Dao manifested outside his Sea of Consciousness.

"Although the exposure of my identity has brought danger, the benefits are clear!"

It was already the second day after the Emperor Level battle had ended, but he hadn’t cultivated all along, waiting for the impact brought by the revelation of his identity.

Within the Sea of Consciousness, the Divine Ring behind his head was no longer illusory, having materialized — continuously emitting seven-colored divine light, whispers of the masses, and words of gratitude resounding in his ears.

"Rumble..."

Suddenly, an even more massive rumble arose, and a Great Dao he had never sensed before swiftly manifested.