Chapter 868 862: True Strength

At this moment, the Red Demon King asked: "They already see you as a different kind. Why not kill them?"

Ye Fan replied, "Forget it! Even though I enjoy killing, if I truly kill them, I would really become a demon."

"Alright! Suit yourself!"

The Red Demon King didn't attempt to persuade Ye Fan.

Ye Fan said, "The three Demon Kings still haven't come out. It seems like I must resort to some bloody tactics!"

This was already the ninth day after Ye Fan battled with several people. Unsure if he had slaughtered at least two hundred or three hundred Demon Cultivators.

In the Daoist Demon Battlefield, there weren't really many Demon Cultivators left for him to kill.

Yet, the three Demon Kings were still not appearing. Ye Fan could feel their presence, meaning they hadn't retreated, but why not surround him!

In Ye Fan's view, the three Demon Kings were still healing.

The Red Demon King said, "It will be soon. It's already the ninth day; tomorrow they will definitely show up!"

"Alright, then I'll wait for them here!"

Ye Fan declared.

Here was the Land of Death of Yang Jiuxiao, Hua Canglan, and Qing Yi; the leaves of the forest had not yet withered, meaning Yang Jiuxiao's resentment remained unsolved.

He intended to end the three Demon Kings here to dissipate Yang Jiuxiao's resentment.

At night, the weather was chilly, and the Red Demon King's resistance was weak. Thus, she lay on Ye Fan's shoulder, and Ye Fan wrapped her in his arms as they slept.

The Red Demon King slept sweetly and contentedly because only in Ye Fan's embrace could she sleep so peacefully.

Ye Fan understood that the Red Demon King was a pitiful girl deserving of his protection.

The next day, Ye Fan released his aura; soon after, he felt dozens of presences rushing towards him.

Ye Fan knew today was the best day to resolve old grievances.

The Red Demon King stood calmly beside him, without a hint of fear on her face.

Sure enough, the next moment, the three Demon Kings arrived in tandem.

The Orange Demon King, the Purple Demon King, and the Yellow Demon King looked radiant, marking their strength restored and at peak.

Obviously, they were not the only ones; there were dozens of Demon Geniuses, nearly the entirety of the survivors, some having already been killed by the Sword Dao Genius.

Then, widely slaughtered by Ye Fan, there were sixty to seventy Demon Geniuses left, making the abundant number of Demon Geniuses undeniable.

They surrounded Ye Fan and the Red Demon King.

Even the surviving Sword Dao Geniuses arrived, about twenty of them, many injured. Without Ye Fan's widespread slaughter saving them, they wouldn't have survived, yet many Sword Dao Geniuses saw Ye Fan.

But since he had become a demon, no one dared approach them.

At this instant, they didn't retreat, even after being terrified, as their courage returned in this setting.

This was a coexistence of Sword Dao and Demon Path.

These twenty Sword Dao Geniuses were fearless at this moment.

Ye Fan addressed: "Friends, you finally came. I've been waiting for you. How do you wish to die?"

He spoke to the three Demon Kings.

Simultaneously, he spoke to the twenty Sword Dao Geniuses nearby:

"Friends of Sword Dao, today let you be a witness. I've never betrayed Sword Dao."

"Nor have I become a Demon Path. The true culprit in all this is Lu Nianzong, no matter if you believe me or not, they all must die today!"

The surviving twenty disciples were unsure of what Ye Fan sought to prove; clearing himself truly was challenging.

Only Yang Jiuxiao, Qing Yi, and Hua Canglan knew the truth, yet they had faded into the past clouds, leaving Ye Fan like a lone wild goose, understood by none.

Only slaughter could ease his bitterness at this point.

The Yellow Demon King shouted: "Demon Lord of Mayhem, it was your luck escaping last time; this time you won't escape, this place will be your burial ground!"

The twenty Sword Dao disciples wondered why they cooperated and fought simultaneously, questioning the root cause.

The Orange Demon King rebuked the white-haired Red Demon King: "As a Demon King of my clan, you're mixing with this boy, Red Demon King! You won't survive today either."

The Red Demon King responded: "Aren't you jealous of me? Today I'll torture you to death!"

"Why should I be jealous of you with your white hair, in your state, I don't need to act; you'll soon die of old age!"

The Orange Demon King scoffed.

The Red Demon King did not get angry, saying: "Even if I die, you'll die first. I'll make you taste pain and suffering!"

"That taste comes from Hell!"

Though seductive, the Red Demon King's gaze turned icy cold.

The Purple Demon King commented: "Enough talk, kill them!"

The three Demon Kings rushed towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan stood calmly, brewing his momentum. Once he unleashed it, everyone was astounded.

They all felt a powerful pressure.

Unaware, this pressure stemmed from Ye Fan.

"Die!"

The Orange Demon King swung a sword, trying to cleave Ye Fan in two.

But then Ye Fan moved, lightly grasping her sword.

"What?"

The Orange Demon King couldn't believe her eyes.

Her skilled and deadly sword was so fragile against Ye Fan's fingers.

She felt utter despair.

Ye Fan lightly flicked, breaking her sword, then she felt a sharp pain, realizing Ye Fan had punched her.

The Orange Demon King flew backward, spewing blood, smashing into Demon Geniuses who exploded, struggling to rise.

She knew her Spiritual Spring was shattered, the Spiritual Spring forming her God Bridge destroyed by Ye Fan's punch.

"Be careful, his strength is exceptional!"

The Red Demon King immediately warned.

The Yellow and Purple Demon Kings were startled; they hadn't anticipated the formidable Orange Demon King losing with one punch.

The Sword Dao disciples were stunned; Ye Fan had grown immensely powerful, his terrifying Cultivation Technique overwhelmed them.

Yet, it was an inspiring moment.

The Yellow and Purple Demon Kings sensed trouble and attacked jointly.

"Well done!"

Ye Fan remarked.

He gathered his fists to face the two Demon Kings,

The moment the fists met, the Yellow and Purple Demon Kings felt the sheer terror.

Under Ye Fan's punches, despite their combined efforts, they gained little advantage.

Under Ye Fan's fists, they faced an immense despair and profundity. His power exceeded theirs many times over.

Even facing Yang Jiuxiao and others, they hadn't faced this pressure.

They felt that before Ye Fan, they had little resistance, merely subjects for Ye Fan to kill.

Ye Fan struck, sending them flying.

"He's too powerful; we're no match, retreat!"

The Yellow Demon King admitted, terrified of his fragility against Ye Fan, who closed in swiftly.

"Trying to escape? Face me first!"

Ye Fan's hands transformed into dragon claws, gripping the Yellow Demon King's head.

"Ah!"

The Yellow Demon King screamed bitterly.

This was extreme torment for him as he felt his life slipping away, his aura dissipating.

Ye Fan yanked, lifting his head, then tossed it into the crowd, causing a gasp.

In that moment, whether Righteous or Demon Path Geniuses stiffened in fear, who among them could slaughter a Demon King with ease?

No one.

Yet Ye Fan did so effortlessly, a deed easier than drinking water.

Even the Red Demon King, who hadn't focused on the battlefield, was stunned.

"Amazing, so powerful!"

The Red Demon King didn't expect Ye Fan, her peer, to be so outstanding, knowing she ranked third among the seven Demon Kings.

Yet she was so easily slaughtered, too simple a task!

Such was Ye Fan's true strength.

Ye Fan turned, leaving the Purple and Orange Demon Kings in deep despair, realizing Ye Fan shared their realm.

But equal realms had a vast power disparity.