Chapter 788 - 568: With What Will You Kill Me

"Deploy the Imperial Soldiers, at worst we’ll go down together!"

Ouyang Bolun roared, because he felt he was about to collapse. The Demon Hunter Organization had maneuvered all sides, and in the end, only summoned three Saint King powerhouses to assist him and Mu Chen—six Saint Kings in total, yet they couldn’t match the Demon Race’s King of Saints, always suppressed in battle.

If not for all six wearing Divine Armor, someone would have fallen long ago.

But even fighting until now, he was barely holding on, his body covered in terrifying cracks, a massive hole piercing through his chest and back. As for the Divine Armor, it had long been shattered.

He desperately wanted to deploy the Imperial Soldiers, but they weren’t in his hands.

"Hurry up, there’s still a chance for one last fight; wait any longer, and even the chance to fight desperately will be lost."

Mu Chen also roared angrily, looking at Xuanyuan Zhen, who controlled the Imperial Soldiers of the Xuanyuan Family.

"Fight? Do you have the strength to compete against me? With your own power, you might live a bit longer; deploy the Imperial Soldiers, and you’ll only die quicker. Do you think our Demon Race doesn’t possess Imperial Soldiers?"

Opposite them, a golden-haired man spoke calmly and arrogantly, his whole body emanating an unmatched aura, his power like raging waves. Under his power, the six Saint King powerhouses could only defend passively, unable to truly counter.

He strolled leisurely, casually striking out with a punch, the overbearing force of his fist dropping like the sky, requiring the joint efforts of six Saint Kings to dissolve.

Yesterday, driven away by the Imperial Soldiers, today he brought Imperial Soldiers as well, utterly fearless. Should the Human Race deploy the Imperial Soldiers, he could counter with them too; at most, all the other Demon Saints would die.

Of course, all the Martial Saints of the Human Race would also perish. He had such fortitude, while the Martial Saints of the Human Race did not; if these Martial Saints truly died, the army could drive straight in.

This is why other Human Race Martial Saints hesitated to deploy the Imperial Soldiers; because even if they did, they might not be able to kill the King of Saints before them. Unable to kill him, deploying the Imperial Soldiers was meaningless.

But if they didn’t deploy them, being wiped out was only a matter of time.

"Hold him off, I’ll try to summon the Emperor’s Soldier’s strength again!"

Another Saint King powerhouse from the Mu Family spoke coldly; he was the least injured and could still channel Emperor’s Soldier’s strength, whereas the others’ bodies were already shattered beyond repair. Barely managing to channel it, they might be killed by its shock before deploying its strength.

Their previous attempts to conjure Emperor’s Soldier’s strength were interrupted by this outrageously powerful Demon Saint at King of Saints level, who broke their Secret Techniques with ease.

"Emperor’s Soldier’s strength? Before me, you may only use it if I allow it!"

This King of Saints from the Demon Race sneered disdainfully, then punched heavily at the Mu Family’s Saint King. Although Mu Chen, Ouyang Bolun, and others tried their best to mitigate the blow, the family’s powerhouse was still shaken to the point of spitting blood.

"Don’t hesitate, deploy the Imperial Soldiers, even if we can’t kill him, we can severely wound him. Trust me, Wei Fan will return soon, just buy a little time, and he’ll slaughter this beast..."

Gu Qingshan shouted not far away, reminding Ouyang Bolun and others, that even if they all perished, as long as they severely injured this King of Saints from the Demon Venerable, it would count as a victory. As long as Wei Fan returned, he would surely be able to kill him.

"Pff..."

But just as he was shouting, a Demon Saint seized the opportunity and slashed him into two segments with a blade of light.

Blood sprayed, and Gu Qingshan’s Will Power gathered his lower half to strike back with a punch.

"Brother Qingshan!"

"Hall Master Gu!"

Many Human Race Martial Saints roared with red eyes, rallying to counterattack. However, the Demon Fiend’s side also had Saint King level powerhouses joining the fray; they couldn’t counterattack simply because they wanted to.

"Don’t kill him; he has ties with Wei Fan, I want to deal with him!"

The Demon Race’s King of Saints spoke: "For years, no one dared to mess with our kind. If Wei Fan doesn’t appear, I’ll start with his friends."

He belonged to the Nine-headed Lion lineage, and earlier, Wei Fan had slain the Three-headed Lion of Half-Step Saint King level, his brother. In truth, most of the Demon Saints participating in this battle had relatives killed by Wei Fan.

Those suffering the worst beatings all had connections to Wei Fan. They weren’t killed outright, but slowly tormented to provoke Wei Fan into showing himself.

"Damn it, Xuanyuan Zhen, deploy the Imperial Soldiers quickly! If you’re afraid to die, give them to me, and leave!"

Ouyang Bolun’s eyes reddened, knowing what Gu Qingshan said was reasonable; engaging with Imperial Soldiers might not kill this King of Saints, but would severely wound him. Even if they all died, it would buy time for Wei Fan to appear.

"The Xuanyuan Family doesn’t have cowards fearing death; let’s deploy the Imperial Soldiers to buy some time for that kid!"

Xuanyuan Zhen’s eyes flashed sharply, ready to take out the Imperial Soldiers to sweep away all Demon Saints, except for this King of Saints.

"Enough is enough; all Demon Fiends will die!"

Suddenly, an angry shout echoed from afar like ten thousand thunders, shattering the heavens in a cry, rupturing chains of order and laws of the Great Dao, leaving everyone’s mind blank with their Sea of Consciousness shaken.

The time-space appeared to be frozen, whether acting or intending to act, everyone’s movements paused, power dissipating uncontrollably, Heart Method ceased operation.

A human figure pierced the sky like thunder, unstoppable, crashing through any obstruction along the way, even the Great Dao, making way with every strike, with speed unaffected.

Every heart trembled, the intimidation wasn’t temporal confinement, but the terrible Will Power in that roar, assailing their heart spirit.

Human Race Martial Saints fared slightly better, but for the Demon Fiend side, all Primordial Spirits of Pathway Condensing Demon Saints exploded instantly, appearing like fireworks.

With just a roar, it seemed heaven was intent on annihilating all Demon Fiends, the Will Power becoming the will of the heavens.

Dharma Realm Demon Saints could still resist, but Pathway Condensing level Demon Saints didn’t even manage a scream before their Primordial Spirits exploded.

"Die!"

The human figure arrived in an instant, moving impossibly fast, swiftly crashing into the battlefield and exploding multiple Demon Saints.

"Who is it?"

"Roar... you Humans break the rules, is the Martial Emperor going to intervene?"

A Demon Saint roared, as even Great Saint level demons couldn’t glimpse the figure’s form. The unmatched posture led them to believe a Human Martial Emperor had arrived.

"Boom!"

A massive hand reached out and smashed half of the King of Saints’ body, then, just like grabbing a chick, it picked him up and squeezed him in its grasp.

"Ah..." The King of Saints let out a miserable scream, revealing six identical lion heads, each of them screaming in agony.

Everyone gasped in shock. This was definitely a Martial Emperor, otherwise, how could the King of Saints not withstand a single move?

No, even a nine-headed lion with six heads couldn’t react before being beaten half to death. It was simply not on the same level.

The divine light scattered, revealing a handsome young man.

"It was you clamoring to punish my friend, forcing me to come out."

Wei Fan, clutching the King of Saints-level Demon Saint, looked down.

King of Saints?

Before his fifth transformation, he only needed two or three moves to kill such a powerhouse. Now that his Primordial Spirit had further transformed, without an Emperor-level expert appearing, who in the world could compete?

Perhaps he couldn’t even find an opponent who could withstand a single exchange. The King of Saints was nothing more than an ant he could crush casually.

"Wei Fan?"

"Roar... You’re finally here, if you hadn’t come out, we would all be dead!"

All the Martial Saints of the Human Race cheered, their faces flushed with excitement. Xuanyuan Zhen almost used his Imperial Soldiers, and once released, everyone would die.

They simply couldn’t withstand the aftermath of a battle of Imperial Soldiers.

Even Ouyang Bolun and Mu Chen were flushed with excitement at the thought of not dying; no one wants to die.

And the methods Wei Fan displayed were invincible. The King of Saints didn’t even survive one move and was captured. If he had used a killer move, it would definitely have left nothing but bones.

In contrast, on the side of the Demon Fiends, everyone turned ashen and trembled with fear.

They wanted to flee, but it felt as if they were carrying a mountain on their backs. Their spiritual sense told them that if they dared to move recklessly, they would be the first to die.

"You’re Wei Fan?" The lion with six heads spoke with all its mouths, its face full of terror.

At this moment, it was enduring tremendous pressure, as if facing an Emperor-level expert.

"It’s me. You wanted to force me out. Now I’m here. What do you have to kill me?" Wei Fan’s eyes were cold, his murderous intent as chilling as the winter wind.

The six-headed lion was unwilling, and although it still had an Imperial soldier unused, under the suppression of Wei Fan’s Will Power, it couldn’t even move a finger.

"Impossible, have you already become a Martial Emperor?"

The six-headed lion’s voice trembled. If Wei Fan had already become an Emperor, it could foresee the day the Demon Race would be wiped out.

If not, it would be even more terrifying.

Such terrifying combat power without becoming an Emperor—once he became one, it would be unimaginable. Wei Fan’s prowess had already exceeded its understanding.

"Not yet!"

Wei Fan shook his head, and the next moment, he flexed his fingers, causing the six lion heads to explode simultaneously, brains splattering everywhere. He reached out and grabbed, and the six-headed lion’s Storage Gourd appeared in his hand.

Will Power swept out, and after a few moments, an ancient-looking Battle Halberd appeared in his hand.

Imperial Soldier!

It was the Imperial Soldier that the lion had brought with it.

He held the Imperial Soldier in his hand and began a massacre of the remaining Demon Saints.

"No!"

"Wei Fan, you will die a miserable death!"

"Killing so many Demon Saints of our race, you will face retribution!"

Amidst the fear, a Demon Saint roared in anger, yet Wei Fan moved like a bolt of lightning, demons bursting wherever he went.

[Killed the six-headed lion, gained 500,000 years of Ordinary Power, 12,000 years of Martial Saint’s Power]

[Killed the Heaven-Shaking Saint Ape, gained 500,000 years of Ordinary Power, 8,300 Martial Saint’s Power]

[Killed the Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon, gained 500,000 years of Ordinary Power, 7,600 Martial Saint’s Power]

...

[Ordinary Power: 92.81 million years]

[Martial Saint’s Power: 300,000 years]

A moment later, apart from one trembling figure, all the Demon Saints were killed, their shattered remains floating in the Void World, a pervasive stench of blood everywhere.

That person was none other than the traitor, Shi Yun.

"You... you..."

He trembled all over, utterly shocked and unable to speak coherently.

"Come here, you beast!"

Wei Fan made a grasp in the air, causing Shi Yun to fly over uncontrollably.