Chapter 782 - 562: Defying the Demon Emperor

Wei Fan charged forward, bathing in the Demon Blood of He Ji Yun.

"Boom!"

Behind him, He Ji Yun suddenly exploded, shattered bones and feathers flying everywhere, like a blood-stained snowstorm in the sky.

With just two moves, He Ji Yun of the Profound Crane Sect, the Saint King level Bai He, was slain on the spot, leaving no corpse behind, not even enough time to scream.

Wei Fan’s hair was wild and unruly, clad in Dao Golden Armor, like a War God rampaging through the world. In an instant, silence fell in every direction, as everyone was stunned by his overbearing and unmatched strength.

"He Ji Yun died just like that..."

Ouyang Bolun, Yuan Jiuling, and other Saint King powerhouses were hair-raised, knowing Wei Fan was strong, but never expecting him to be this strong, able to kill a Demon Race Saint King powerhouse in just two moves, almost like a normal Great Saint.

They were all Saint King powerhouses, and there was not much difference between them and He Ji Yun. This meant that for Wei Fan to kill them, it would similarly take just two or three moves, demonstrating the might of the King of Saints.

[Killed He Ji Yun, gained 500,000 years of Ordinary Power, 12,000 years of Martial Saint power]

[Ordinary Power: 10,890,000 years]

[Martial Saint Power: 147,000 years]

"Rumble..."

The 12,000-zhang high Dao of He Ji Yun manifested, drawing a section of the Great Dao, the Chains of Order rumbling and vibrating, yet they did not shatter immediately.

Upon reaching the Saint King Realm, a cultivator’s Dao becomes relatively stable, unlike ordinary Saint Realm beings, whose Dao collapses and dissipates instantly upon death. This is also why it took a thousand years for Qi Daozhen’s ’death’ to end his Dao collapse.

A Saint King is not a Martial Emperor, but to some extent, people at this level have already surpassed the realm of the Saint Realm.

"Boom!"

Wei Fan crashed forward like a cannonball, directly splitting He Ji Yun’s Dao into two. He soared across the sky like a dragon, pouncing toward Yuan Jiuling.

"Old demon, last time you escaped with an Imperial Soldier. Who can save you today?"

The boiling killing intent surged like a tide. Wei Fan’s entire being shone with Dao Runes, and his overbearing aura made even the Saint King powerhouses feel a burst of suffocation and oppression.

"Run!"

"Quick, only an Emperor can slay him!"

Yuan Jiuling and the Saint King level Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon turned to flee without any hesitation, lacking the courage to confront Wei Fan. The death of He Ji Yun had already terrified them, and Wei Fan’s unstoppable ferocity had shattered their dignity as Saint King powerhouses.

With Wei Fan alone capable of slaying them, not to mention Ouyang Bolun and Mu Chen, these two Saint Kings on the side—if they didn’t flee, they likely wouldn’t survive until the Demon Emperor arrived.

"Stay here!"

"None of you are getting away!"

Ouyang Bolun and Mu Chen let out long roars simultaneously, naturally not content to merely watch these two old demons escape.

The two unleashed a mighty blow, brilliant beams of light tearing through the defense power of the two old demons, causing their bodies to stagger and eliciting muffled groans.

"Rumble..."

Simultaneously, Wei Fan had already charged over. Although he hadn’t transformed into the True Body of the Kunpeng, his speed was not slow.

Speed is not just about body technique—inner strength, will power, and other factors also play a significant role.

Even without manifesting the True Body of the Kunpeng, his speed still surpassed Yuan Jiuling and the Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon.

"Did I let you go? You think you can leave?"

A massive foot stomped down from the sky, bursting the firmament as it came crashing down, Chaos Qi surging, aiming for Yuan Jiuling’s head.

"Bastard!"

Yuan Jiuling was furious, the ring above his head glowing brightly. Evidently, Wei Fan was insulting him, and as the noble Heaven-Shaking Saint Ape, how could he not be enraged?

"Celestial Imprisoning Rod!"

He swung the rod in his hand with effort, the Dao being drawn out, laws weaving into a Dao cage to enclose Wei Fan, attempting to sever his connection to the Dao.

"Rumble!"

Wei Fan’s foot stomped down heavily, instantly turning the Dao cage into powder, twisting the laws, breaking the Chains of Order, the Great Dao humming as it retreated.

The next moment, Wei Fan stomped on Yuan Jiuling’s face heavily, blood splattering as the sound of cracking bones echoed.

"Roar..."

Yuan Jiuling let out a miserable cry, his head caving in, and even though the rod in his hand ultimately struck Wei Fan’s body, it didn’t injure Wei Fan; instead, it rebounded high, the tiger’s mouth splitting.

Such a scene was astounding; a Saint King unable to cause harm, one might think he was already an Emperor-level powerhouse.

"How can he be so strong? Even the King of Saints shouldn’t be this terrifying!"

The Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon’s Heart Spirit trembled. Wei Fan’s power had exceeded his understanding. Yuan Jiuling, a Saint King level Heaven-Shaking Saint Ape, was supposed to be immensely powerful, yet his attacks injured himself instead—what strength did Wei Fan’s body possess to wound a Saint King level Heaven-Shaking Saint Ape?

Historically, there have been terrifying Demon prodigies like the King of Saints, but none this ridiculously powerful, whose defense alone could injure a Saint King.

"Ancestor, save me!"

Yuan Jiuling’s expression was fearful, having truly experienced Wei Fan’s terror. Just a humiliating stomp nearly took his life, his Sea of Consciousness’s Primordial Spirit already showing numerous cracks—another hit would surely kill him.

Blood sprayed from his face as he flew back like a tattered sack, spitting blood, uttering his final desperate cry.

"Rumble..."

In the next moment, the ten thousand paths in the world trembled, countless Great Dao appeared, piercing through the heavens and the earth. Instantly, space twisted, and the earth wailed and shattered.

In the distant horizon, the colors of the wind and clouds changed, as if a celestial river was roaring and sweeping across the sky towards Shuiyun City, making the world feel like doomsday.

"The Demon Emperor has arrived!"

Ouyang Bolun and Mu Chen’s expressions changed drastically, their Heart Spirits trembling.

The Demon Emperor was actually still in a boundlessly distant place, but just a trace of his weak aura spreading over made it unbearable for them, as the overwhelming fierce might crushed the world.

"The emperor of my race has come, Wei Fan, you’re doomed. No matter how stunning you are, not knowing to be low-key is a dead end..."

Yuan Jiuling’s expression was excited. The emperor of the Heaven-Shaking Saint Ape race had arrived, and this Demon of the Human Race was bound to die.

"Whoever comes, you will still die!"

In Wei Fan’s eyes, a cold light flickered, the killing intent dispersed the emperor’s aura that spread over, like a Golden-Winged Roc he soared through the skies, catching up to Yuan Jiuling, and his glowing fist pounded down heavily.

"Stop!"

An immensely majestic voice roared from within all the Great Dao, shattering space piece by piece. All the Great Dao shined together as a terrifying Will Power swept out from within, trying to stop Wei Fan from killing Yuan Jiuling.

"You think you can stop me from tens of thousands of miles away?"

Wei Fan’s brow glowed, rippling with waves as his Will Power swept across as well, clashing with the Will Power transmitted from tens of thousands of miles away by the Demon Emperor.

"Pfft!"

Chains of Order were annihilated in pieces, turning into dust and dispersing. The destructive aftermath spread as Yuan Jiuling bled from all seven orifices, fear written all over his face.

"You..."

Although this was just a trace of Will Power from the Demon Emperor spread from tens of thousands of miles away, the fact that Wei Fan could withstand it was absolutely an event that shocked the ages, as not even the Demon Emperor could do anything to Wei Fan.

"Die!"

While resisting the Demon Emperor’s Will Power, Wei Fan’s fist slammed down heavily.

"Boom!"

Blood splattered, bone fragments flew, and Yuan Jiuling’s head exploded in an instant, dying on the spot.

[Killed Yuan Jiuling, gained 500,000 years of Ordinary Power, 12,000 years of Martial Saint’s Power]

[Ordinary Power: 11,390,000 years]

[Martial Saint’s Power: 159,000 years]

Blood Qi surged in Wei Fan, his whole body emitting a radiant light, devouring the mountains and rivers, with the surrounding Great Dao booming endlessly.

Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon, Ouyang Bolun, and others were all shocked, for he had killed Yuan Jiuling, a Saint King, while enduring the Demon Emperor’s Will Power.

"You court death!"

The majestic voice echoed again, full of intent to kill. As a Demon Emperor, when had he ever been so defied?

Not only was he defied, but he was also humiliated, unable to do anything to a nineteen-year-old boy.

A torrential demon aura surged in the world, countless Great Dao turned black, as a terrifying demon aura gushed out like a breached dam. In an instant, mountains and rivers within a thousand miles shattered, and earth, water, wind, and fire replayed chaos.

"Wei Fan, hurry and leave!"

Ouyang Bolun shouted, the Demon Emperor was about to arrive. What Wei Fan had been resisting was merely a fraction of the Demon Emperor’s Power. Once the Demon Emperor truly descended, Wei Fan could be wiped out with a single thought.

Wei Fan didn’t know, but he knew that the Demon Emperor of the Heaven-Shaking Saint Ape race had existed for over ten thousand years and was terrifyingly powerful.

"You guys go first, I still want to slice up this loach!"

Wei Fan’s battle intent was high, his battle blood burning, as Dao Patterns emerged on his Primordial Spirit within his Sea of Consciousness. Although he was only opposing a ten-thousandth of the Demon Emperor’s Power, the impact on his Spiritual Realm was profound. At this moment, his Primordial Spirit seemed washed, and those Dao Patterns became increasingly distinct.

"You still want to act recklessly, thinking I, as the emperor, am just for show!"

A terrifying aura covered the heavens and the earth. Wei Fan felt as if a star was pressing down on him, his speed drastically reduced, a Great Dao suddenly erupted with boundless divine light.

He was relatively better off, but Ouyang Bolun and Mu Chen already let out muffled groans, their bodies powerless, falling towards the ground.

"The Demon Emperor has descended!"

The two’s expressions were fearful, their bodies trembling. They weren’t afraid of death, nor did they lack courage; this was the instinct of any living being facing an emperor-level expert. It’s not about not fearing death and thus not feeling fear.

"Boom!"

In the next moment, the world shook, a majestic figure stepped out from the Great Dao, the ferociously overbearing aura made the Great Dao retreat, space twisted.

His height was ordinary, even relatively small compared to demon fiends whose bodies were often like mountains, not even two meters tall. Yet in the eyes of all who saw him, he filled the sky, overwhelming everyone’s Heart Spirit.

With the Thunder God’s Beak, Chain Armor, wearing a crown, the Great Dao lamented and surged beneath him...

In the hearts of all who saw him, at this moment, there was nothing else in the world but him. They gradually revealed fervent expressions, slowly kneeling as if they were seeing a Divine Spirit.

"Die!"

He gazed at Wei Fan, sending forth two golden beams piercing through the void.

"In the territory of my Human Race, do you think you can kill whoever you want, treating I, as the emperor, as just for show?"

Suddenly, a voice of majestic dominance echoed through the heavens and the earth. At the same time, a gentle Will Power stirred and spread out, instantly transforming the Divine Spirit in everyone’s eyes into a ruthless Great Demon, all behind him was a terrifying scene of a mountain of corpses and sea of blood.