Chapter 779 - 559: Fierce Power Unleashed, Attacked Again by Black Nether Assassins

"Despicable!"

"Shameless scoundrel!"

All the Demon Saints cursed furiously, everyone thought Wei Fan was going to clash head-on with the Three-headed Lion. Who would have thought he’d use another heavy artifact, and not one that’s crafted with numerous divine objects, but rather a heavy artifact that seals the full-force strike from a Saint King powerhouse.

The Three-headed Lion was only a Half-Step Saint King. Being struck by a full-force attack from a Saint King powerhouse, it’s as good as dead even if it somehow survives.

Divine light filled the sky, with overwhelming power surging like a tide. A five-colored giant hand stretched rapidly from the broken jade token, slamming and shattering the fist thrown by the Three-headed Lion.

The Three-headed Lion’s face turned green. While defending itself with power, it retreated frantically, but how could such a great killing weapon be easily avoided, especially when the person who unleashed it was the Saint King powerhouse, mastering the perfect timing.

"Boom..."

The giant hand landed heavily on the body of the Three-headed Lion. After a symphony of cracking bones came heart-wrenching screams.

Blood splattered, as the Three-headed Lion’s body was sent flying horizontally.

When the giant hand dissipated, its body was almost torn apart; two heads and the body were flattened. But with the might of a Half-Step Saint King, it barely held on alive, not crushed to death straight away.

"Still not dead!"

Wei Fan’s eyes shot out a chilling glare as the Kunpeng Wings flapped through the void, stepping out onto Dao Patterns and giving chase.

"Stop him!"

"You want to kill the Lion Saint, did you ask us first?"

A group of Demon Saints roared angrily, swiftly flying to block the way between Wei Fan and the Three-headed Lion. Although the Lion’s injuries were severe, if they could delay a bit, even if it couldn’t regain peak form, it could muster some fighting force.

Watching Wei Fan kill the Three-headed Lion, they would not only offend the Lion’s kin but might also follow in the Lion’s grim footsteps.

Two Great Saints were the first to fly over, reaching out giant hands to strike Wei Fan while retreating with the Three-headed Lion. They too feared Wei Fan’s Profound Yellow Tripod, though with two Great Saints joining hands, they could at least protect themselves for a short while.

"I’ll send you all together on your way!"

With a flick of his wrist, Wei Fan produced another heavy artifact in his hand. Even with two Great Saints and a half-beaten Three-headed Lion, unless powers were unleashed without limits, he couldn’t kill them swiftly.

Anyway, he still had three heavy artifacts; using another posed no problem, as these things held little value for him.

Infuse power and activate; throw—it all happened in one fluid motion as Wei Fan sent the artifact streaming like a ray into the midst of the three Demon Saints.

"Boom..."

The light of destruction blasted forth, shattering the sky, Dao Runes shot forth, and in an instant, the three Great Saint-level Demon Saints were engulfed by the artifact’s force.

"Animal!"

"How does he still have heavy artifacts? How could the Demon Hunter Organization provide him with so many life-saving items?"

A few Demon Saints who were charging halfway stopped in shock, faces turning pale, overturned by the heavy artifact’s ripples. No one expected Wei Fan could unleash yet another heavy artifact.

No less than a Martial Emperor’s influence could forge five or six heavy artifacts, yet Wei Fan had already used three today, plus the previous one, totaling four heavy artifacts, nearly the entire stock of a Martial Emperor’s influence.

Even the likes of Sword Hero and Gu Qingshan bore expressions of disbelief, having not anticipated that Wei Fan possessed such great killing weapons, let alone being willing to use them.

Martial Emperor’s influence could only craft five or six such items, costing less than tens of millions of Spirit Crystals, and in the Holy City’s major trading house, less than a billion Spirit Crystals could not buy such things.

Of course, Wei Fan didn’t truly grasp the value of these items, assuming they valued at most tens of millions Spirit Crystals. The Martial Emperor’s limit was not only due to high cost but also because such items couldn’t last permanently—with time, divinity would gradually dissipate.

Heavy artifacts, once crafted, had a worldly lifespan even less than that of Holy Soldiers, lasting only about a hundred years. Therefore, the Martial Emperor’s influence dared not craft too many at once.

"Ah..."

Amidst the light of destruction came screams and sounds of power clashes.

When the light vanished, the Three-headed Lion was no more, and those two Great Saints who had tried to rescue it became two bloodstained skeletons, flesh nearly obliterated by the light of destruction, appearing terrifyingly gruesome.

Yet their bones were still glowing, the faint Will Power radiating from their heads, clearly indicating they survived the heavy artifact’s bombardment by joining forces.

Of course, their lives were spared, but they teetered close to death.

"Anyone else wanting to save, feel free to come, watch whether I still have heavy artifacts to blast you!"

Wei Fan charged ahead, his words freezing any Demon Saints about to step forward, none daring to gamble whether he had more artifacts.

"Boom..."

Unhesitatingly closing in on two blood-stained skeletons, he punched each one, blasting them apart.

[Slaying Three-headed Lion grants 500,000 years of ordinary power, 11,000 years of Martial Saint’s power]

[Slaying White Crane Great Saint grants 500,000 years of ordinary power, 9,600 years of Martial Saint’s power]

[Slaying Five-colored Deer Great Saint grants 500,000 years of ordinary power, 9,400 years of Martial Saint’s power]

[Ordinary Power: 7,390,000 years]

[Martial Saint’s Power: 84,800 years]

"Excellent!"

"Give them another taste of the heavy artifact!"

Sword Hero, An Shanhe, and others shouted, ten Great Saint-level Demon Saints mostly killed by Wei Fan thus far, leaving only five.

Among the twenty Demon Saints appearing together, considering Yuan Jiuling and three other Saint Kings distanced, only eight remained, with Wei Fan alone having slain fifteen, his overwhelming ferocity leaving even them frightened.

"Ah... a bunch of useless!"

From a distance, the three Saint Kings, Yuan Jiuling, roared repeatedly, their eyes almost bursting. So many Demon Saints were slaughtered like chickens and dogs by someone with Divine Cultivation in such a short time. Those unaware might think Wei Fan was already a Saint King.

"This kid is a real monster!"

Mu Chen and Ouyang Bolun were full of amazement. They initially did not expect Wei Fan to achieve this. Even for them, battling in Dharma Aspect and Great Saint level battlefields couldn’t ensure the slaughter of so many Demon Saints in such a short time.

"Kill and slaughter these beasts today; let none of them return!"

The Black Dragon Great Saint, Qin Xiao, and others shouted, starting to encircle and hunt down the remaining five Great Demon Fiends. Now, the Human Race had more numbers than the Demon Race. They were confident they could leave all the Great Demon Fiends behind, with their only uncertainty being the three Saint Kings, Yuan Jiuling.

Wei Fan, flapping his Kunpeng Wings, stepped on the Dao Patterns, focusing on a Great Saint entangled by Gu Qingshan.

"Boom!"

The sky trembled as he brought out the Profound Yellow Tripod again.

The tripod was over a meter high, heavy and ancient, covered in mysterious Dao Runes.

"What a terrifying weapon!"

In an instant, the horrifying pressure made even Gu Qingshan’s body sink slightly. Feeling the power of the Profound Yellow Tripod up close, he finally understood why the Celestial Cyan Bull Great Saint would be pinned to death by the tripod.

The terrifying weight, afraid even for an ordinary Great Saint, could barely wield it. The weight was unimaginable; space collapsed under it, and the laws twisted and deformed, seeming as if the world couldn’t contain it.

"Die!"

Taking advantage of the moment, he struck out with a palm, sending that Great Saint hurtling towards Wei Fan, creating an opportunity for Wei Fan to kill.

"Get away!"

The Demon Saint’s expression changed dramatically. His strength was only comparable to the Celestial Cyan Bull, and even the Celestial Cyan Bull couldn’t withstand Wei Fan’s tripod, resulting in death. Likewise, he couldn’t withstand it; feeling the terror of the Profound Yellow Tripod up close.

Merely the emitting aura twisted the laws, unable to bear the terrifying weight; getting hit was an unimaginable fate.

He gripped a battle halberd, frantically sweeping at Wei Fan’s chest and abdomen, trying to force Wei Fan back.

But the Profound Yellow Tripod, over a meter high, thicker than Wei Fan’s body, dismissed the incoming halberd. The tripod crashed down in a brutal manner, smashing onto the halberd.

"Bang!"

There was no suspense; the top-level battle halberd instantly cracked, its Dao Runes extinguished, its divinity scattered, leaving only half in the Demon Saint’s hand.

His eyes widened as if to pop out, his body struck like thunder.

"Bang!"

The Profound Yellow Tripod, unstoppable, slammed down.

There was no scene of blood splattering, nor any cries of agony. The Great Saint before them vanished like a bubble, crushed into ashes under the terrifying pressure.

[Killed a Demon Saint, gained 500,000 years of Ordinary Power, 9,200 years of Martial Saint’s Power]

[Ordinary Power: 7,890,000 years]

[Martial Saint’s Power: 94,000 years]

"Courting death!"

Wei Fan was furious; there was no joy in slaying a Great Demon Fiend. His Martial Arts Spiritual Sense warned him of a presence behind him, but his Heart Spirit perceived no one, and the area behind was empty.

Black Netherworld!

He was all too familiar with this situation. In an instant, he knew it was the Black Netherworld’s assassin appearing again, intending to strike as he slaughtered the Demon Race Great Saint.

However, in his current state, truly invincible in the Saint Realm, his Primordial Spirit, after the baptism of the Ten Thousand Dao Bell, now bore Dao Patterns. His Spiritual Sense was far beyond what it was in Lingxu Cave, allowing a much earlier detection of the hidden threat.

"Get out here!" Wei Fan shouted.

In Gu Qingshan’s inexplicable gaze, he suddenly turned and hurled the tripod into the empty void behind him.

"Boom!"

The Void World shook, and under the power of the Profound Yellow Tripod, a Great Dao revealed itself, the tripod smashing heavily onto the Great Dao.

"How could you discover me first?"

A startled voice came from the Great Dao. He had merely approached Wei Fan, planning to strike, hesitating whether to make a move in the instant Wei Fan killed a Demon Saint, but he never expected Wei Fan to preemptively notice him hidden within the Great Dao.

Such Martial Arts Spiritual Sense was simply incredible.

"Black Nether Assassin?"

Gu Qingshan widened his eyes.

"Bang!"

In the next moment, the Great Dao trembled, cracks densely spreading before it shattered with a bang.

A figure in black armor, a wretched silhouette, flew backward from the broken Great Dao, their chest caved in, spitting blood.

"The Tunneling Technique is indeed profound!"

Wei Fan once again marveled at this divine technique, which not only allowed merging with the Great Dao but also granted defense through the Dao. If not for the Black Nether assassin merging with the Dao, this single smash of the tripod could have directly killed them.