flstandardbreds Chapter 527 - 309: Dominant Suppression, Invincible Momentum
Chapter 527 - 309: Dominant Suppression, Invincible Momentum
The patrol leader had no idea that the person standing before him was the first Killing God of the Wilderness, who had wiped out many sects, even two Holy Sects, and cleared the Wilderness of all Demon Fiends.
Not to mention the patrol of Zilan City; even if provoked by the Saint Son of Zilan Sect, Wei Fan wouldn’t hesitate to kill.
"Just because this is Zilan City, you think I’ll let you take me down obediently?"
Wei Fan waved his sleeve again, and all the scattered flesh on the ground turned into ashes, leaving no trace.
"Let me see who sent you to trouble me!"
Although he had left the Wilderness and come to the outside world over ten days ago, most of his time was spent in the Bone Tribe. He hadn’t offended anyone in Zilan City, except for Hu Shiqi whom he had just killed, and he didn’t have any enemies.
Though he had quite a few enemies outside, those people didn’t know he had left the Wilderness.
While speaking, Wei Fan reached out to grab the patrol leader, intending to conduct a Soul Search on him.
However, before his hand could reach the patrol leader, the storage gourd at the patrol leader’s waist suddenly exploded, unleashing a terrifying force.
Boom!
The terrifying force instantly engulfed the patrol leader’s body, and the Golden Body rapidly disintegrated.
"Silencing him!"
Wei Fan’s expression turned icy. He hadn’t expected such a turn of events and couldn’t save him in time. All he could do was transform his outstretched palm into suppression, smoothing out the force that killed the patrol leader, preventing it from affecting others.
After everything ended, the patrol leader had vanished into thin air, leaving not a single bone behind, only a large pit where he’d been standing.
The entire tavern shook as dust fell silently.
"That was close!"
Someone wiped the sweat off their forehead, having felt the breath of death in that instant of disturbance.
If Wei Fan hadn’t acted swiftly, letting the force that killed the patrol leader erupt, who knows how many people would have died around.
"What happened?"
Feeling the ripple of Wei Fan’s action, Feng Hua left the room and came here, looking at the large pit inside the tavern with a slight frown.
Wei Fan recounted the previous events, then said: "Originally, I wanted to extract his Primordial Spirit for a Soul Search to see who was targeting me, but the mastermind silenced him instead!"
"Perhaps they’re not targeting you but are targeting me!"
Feng Hua pondered, beginning to scan the surroundings.
Someone able to silence the patrol leader was clearly nearby, able to act swiftly.
She didn’t release her Heart Spirit to scan, considering this was Zilan City, full of Martial King Powerhouses; even she couldn’t afford to anger them all. But what can one see with just eyes alone?
"You?"
Wei Fan was taken aback, thinking it’s very likely Feng Hua was the cause, otherwise it couldn’t be explained why someone targeted him just as he left the Bone Tribe.
"Killing the patrol in Zilan City will cause trouble; let’s leave here first!"
Feng Hua decisively started to walk out, thinking that if a few Divine Realm Martial Sect patrols dared to act against Wei Fan, a Martial King, it wasn’t stupidity but rather based on Zilan City’s regulations and Zilan Sect’s dominance.
Pity they didn’t know what a Killing God Wei Fan truly was; the fame of Zilan Sect meant nothing to him.
"You both wish to leave after killing? Do you take Zilan City for a place without people?"
Wei Fan and Feng Hua were still a step too late; as soon as they stepped out of the tavern, they were blocked by a young man leading a group of patrols.
The man wore a blue outfit, not the standard armor of the patrol team.
Most noticeable was the silver orchid embroidered on his outfit, vivid and seeming real.
"It’s Hou Zhijie, a core disciple of Zilan Sect; they say he’s not yet forty with Martial King Second Layer cultivation, this young man’s in trouble!"
"Certainly those patrols were deliberately causing trouble, but Zilan Sect is indeed unreasonable?"
"No matter the reason, killing a patrol in Zilan City is slapping Zilan Sect’s face; if his background isn’t bigger than Zilan Sect, he either won’t survive or will suffer greatly."
"What do you know, this world’s always been about fists; whoever speaks of reason, whoever has reason can kill Zilan Sect members, Zilan Sect would’ve been wiped out long ago."
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As soon as Hou Zhijie appeared, many recognized him immediately; a core disciple of Zilan Sect, respected in the Jianghu, not to mention Zilan City is his own turf.
"You came just in time!"
Wei Fan looked at Hou Zhijie and said, "Zilan City indeed seems unguarded; otherwise, a Demon King couldn’t have slipped in and needed an outsider like me to handle it."
This statement stirred a flash of anger on Hou Zhijie’s face, letting a Demon King infiltrate the city was indeed disgraceful.
"Sharp-tongued, we’ve long identified the Demon Fiend’s identity; it’s just we’re setting a long bait." Hou Zhijie snorted coldly.
Wei Fan couldn’t help laughing mockingly: "Shameless, I clearly slaughtered a Demon King, now it’s your achievement. Are all Zilan Sect core disciples as shameless as you?"
He glanced over Hou Zhijie and those he brought, finding no panel response, meaning these people weren’t colluding with Demon Fiends, perhaps truly as Feng Hua guessed, today’s incident targeted Feng Hua.
After all, Feng Hua was from outside; having several enemies was normal.
Hou Zhijie’s face turned grim, feeling the mocking gazes of people all around him: "Enough nonsense, you killed the patrol of Zilan City, you’d better give Zilan City an explanation."
He no longer dwalled on the Demon Fiend issue; after all, unlike a patrol leader, he wasn’t a small figure who could create trouble for Wei Fan by playing the fool.
"My friend earned merit by slaying a Demon Fiend, yet your Zilan City patrol indiscriminately started trouble with him for fighting in Zilan City. Is this how Zilan City treats its heroes who slay Demon Fiends?"
Feng Hua couldn’t help but speak up, her tone icy, becoming more convinced it had something to do with her.
Because she noticed that when Hou Zhijie spoke, his gaze flitted towards her several times.
But she hadn’t been to Zilan City many times, and she had no grudges with the Zilan Sect. She really couldn’t think of why Zilan City would trouble Wei Fan because of her.
"Even if the people of Zilan City are at fault, it’s up to us to punish them; you can’t just kill them without asking. Does this mean anyone can kill them just by claiming a Zilan City person is at fault from now on?"
Hou Zhijie didn’t end the matter because of Feng Hua’s words.
Wei Fan shook his head and said: "How tyrannical, even if your people are wrong, they can’t resist and must be captured by you. So prestigious.
It’s useless to say more, everyone knows the real reason for this matter, just say how you want to settle this."
After speaking for so long, he realized that Hou Zhijie had come not only because of the person he killed from Zilan City’s patrol but also due to some people behind the scenes.
Since talking reason is no use, let’s see whose fist is bigger.
Hou Zhijie laughed: "Well said, Zilan City is indeed so tyrannical. If you have strength, you can be tyrannical too. Make your move, if you can beat me, who would dare to demand explanation from you?"
"Here?"
Wei Fan smiled as well, his tone calm, as calm as an ancient well.
"Let’s fight outside the city, there’s no room for deployment here!" Hou Zhijie shook his head.
The consequences of two Martial Kings fighting in the city were unthinkable. Although he wanted to kill Wei Fan, he didn’t want to cause damage to Zilan City.
Speaking, Hou Zhijie flew outside the city.
Wei Fan originally wanted to kill Hou Zhijie on the spot, seeing this he had to stop.
With his current strength, he was confident that even if he restrained his power, he could easily kill Hou Zhijie.
But the other party was already in the air; if he attacked, others would think he only knew to ambush.
"Let’s go!"
He and Feng Hua flew towards outside the city, breaking through the air.
"Zilan Sect’s core disciple Hou Zhijie is in a big fight, brothers don’t miss it."
Someone shouted, and also followed, flying towards outside the city, in an instant, nearly thousands of people took off, like a swarm of locusts.
"You really dare to come; you didn’t take the opportunity to escape, you do have courage. If it weren’t for this happening, I would really like to make friends with you."
Above the sky outside Zilan City, Hou Zhijie stood in the void, looking at Wei Fan with an appreciative gaze.
As a core disciple of the Zilan Sect, not many in Jianghu dared to duel him. The courage of the person before him exceeded most Jianghu people.
As he spoke, he grabbed at the void, quickly condensing an ice-blue treasured sword, emitting soaring Sword Intent that tore a rift in the clouds overhead.
"Zilan Sect’s Void Sword Condensation Technique, Hou Zhijie is indeed a core disciple, he has cultivated the Void Sword Condensation Technique with such ease."
"To become a core disciple of the Zilan Sect, one must break through to Martial King before the age of forty, what do you think Hou Zhijie relied on to become a core disciple?"
"This young man is in trouble; it’s said that the Void Sword Condensation Technique is one of the ultimate skills of the Zilan Sect. The higher the cultivation, the more terrifying the sword condensed, countless Martial Kings in Jianghu have fallen to this technique."
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Those watching from afar couldn’t help but be moved by the scene.
The terrifying Sword Intent raged out, and some Martial Venerables who were originally very close, couldn’t help but scream and fell powerlessly from the sky.
Wei Fan shook his head: "What a shame, I can’t stand people like you. I will give you one last chance, tell me who instructed you to find trouble with me, and I’ll spare your life!"
"Courting death!"
Anger flashed across Hou Zhijie’s face, and immediately his figure flickered in the void like lightning across the sky.
His body and sword became one, transforming his whole body into a Divine Sword, emitting terrifying Sword Intent as the ice-blue longsword in his hand fiercely targeted Wei Fan’s chest.
Wei Fan didn’t move from his place until Hou Zhijie approached; he only lifted his eyelids, and then, as if swatting a fly, he casually slapped out.
Bang!
It seemed like a random slap, but the power was extremely terrifying. After changing his main cultivation method to the Scripture of the Three Emperors, even a casual strike’s power far surpassed his previous Martial Techniques.
The combination of the Scripture of the Three Emperors and the Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations left him almost reborn with an invincible aura.
Void emitted heavy tremors, like muffled thunder exploding, deafening.
Bang!
What Void Sword Condensation Technique, one of the ultimate skills of the Zilan Sect, it was completely vulnerable under his terrifying Palm Force.
Almost instantly, the ice-blue Divine Sword in Hou Zhijie’s hand exploded, the fragments emitted wailing sounds, like breaking gold and cracking rocks, rebounding onto him, creating countless bloody holes in his body.