Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting-Chapter 274 - 147: Slaying Divine Realm Experts—Is This What You Call a Dire Situation? (Part 2)
He also possesses Mid-Divine Realm cultivation, yet in terms of combat strength, he is not even comparable to Wuying Gao.
"Not good!"
As soon as the big stick slipped from his hands, he sensed trouble. Without the Divine Soldier, his combat strength was instantly halved.
His entire body shook with reckless force, Will Power assaulted the void frantically, and Fu Zhuolin’s figure swiftly retreated.
That swing accomplished absolutely nothing.
Suddenly, a blur appeared before his eyes; Wei Fan’s figure rapidly enlarged in his view. He realized this was due to Wei Fan’s speed far surpassing his own.
"Stop! We are from Prisoner Dragon Stronghold!"
Fu Zhuolin shouted anxiously, wondering if this guy didn’t know where Prisoner Dragon Stronghold was.
The Great Victory Dynasty had captured people from Prisoner Dragon Stronghold but dared not kill them, merely imprisoning them. How could this guy not realize what a terrifying place it was?
"Die!"
Wei Fan’s expression was chilling, like a bolt of lightning instantly catching up to the retreating Fu Zhuolin.
He didn’t know Prisoner Dragon Stronghold well, but understood that the larger the force of Prisoner Dragon Stronghold, the more crucial it was not to leave any survivors.
Another finger pointed forth, the Dragon Head Finger image sprayed out like a torrent, instantly tearing through Fu Zhuolin’s external True Power, piercing through his chest.
Terrifying cracks instantly spread throughout his body.
"Boom!"
The next moment, Fu Zhuolin’s body exploded in the void, with residual finger force gouging a massive pit in the ground below before dissipating.
"So he is the demon Wei Fan from Tongzhou!"
Li Qingmeng’s eyes sparkled with complexity; once the purple True Power emerged, she knew who the person in front of her was because her junior sister Cyan Bird had told her about Wei Fan.
Understanding Wei Fan’s identity, she was not surprised.
This kind of demon practicing Horizontal Cultivation of Innate, if they couldn’t instantly kill a peer expert, they wouldn’t be worthy of the title demon.
This kind of person in Horizontal Cultivation of Innate is hard to see even in the Capital City, let alone in a small place like Su City.
"His cultivation speed is so fast!"
She remembered that her junior sister Cyan Bird had gone to the Capital City’s Demon Suppression Bureau to use the Gathering God Space to charge into the Divine Realm. It seemed like it hadn’t even been a month, and Wei Fan had already cultivated to Mid-Divine Realm.
[Slay Wuying Gao, gain 2000 years of Ordinary Power, 20 years of Spirit Soul Power]
[Slay Fu Zhuolin, gain 2000 years of Ordinary Power, 20 years of Spirit Soul Power]
[Ordinary Power: 17200 years]
[Spirit Soul Power: 80 years]
"Luxury awaits those who kill and plunder!"
Power of Heart and Spirit surged forth, revealing Will Power, collecting the fallen Divine Soldier and Storage Gourd from Wuying Gao and Fu Zhuolin. Wei Fan’s body transformed into a streak of purple light slicing through the air, pursuing Sun Jinglin who had fled a significant distance.
Sun Jinglin’s expression was terrified: "Commander Wei, please no, I assure you today’s events will die with me..."
His scalp had already gone numb; Wei Fan had actually cultivated to Mid-Divine Realm.
Of course, the main issue was that he witnessed something he shouldn’t have seen: Wei Fan slaughtering the masters of Prisoner Dragon Stronghold. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Even the Great Victory Dynasty feared Prisoner Dragon Stronghold, capturing people to merely imprison them, yet Wei Fan had killed someone from Prisoner Dragon Stronghold; not silencing him would be odd.
No matter if he was their dear son, he now wished he could slap the source of this trouble to death.
"You think it’s because you saw something you shouldn’t have that I want to kill you? You’re underestimating Wei Fan!"
Wei Fan’s expression carried mockery.
He’s killed so many that he’s lost count, but never indiscriminately murdered innocents.
To kill Sun Jinglin, it naturally wasn’t because Sun Jinglin had seen him kill someone from Prisoner Dragon Stronghold.
His figure flickered in the void, swift as lightning.
Even Wuying Gao and others were crushed by his speed, let alone Sun Jinglin, who was in Early Divine Realm.
Within just two or three breaths, Wei Fan caught up to the retreating Sun Jinglin, shattering the True Power on Sun Jinglin’s body and grasping him firmly.
"You’ve hidden well, but did you think I couldn’t tell you’ve been secretly cultivating Demon Skill? Your whole body reeks of Demonic Qi, easily fooling others but not me."
Wei Fan’s power surged, instantly drawing forth black Demonic Qi from Sun Jinglin.
Sun Jinglin’s face went ashen.
His reputation was large, yet he always kept a low profile, afraid to engage with others due to cultivating Demon Skill, unaware one punch had exposed him to Wei Fan.
The Demon Suppression Bureau intimidates all demon fiends, with the demons often referring to people cultivating Demon Skill like him.
The Demon Suppression Bureau’s most hated are those using compatriots as practice subjects.
Sun Jinglin, akin to a chick, cowered in Wei Fan’s grip, trembling: "Commander Wei, spare me, these are youthful sins, I’ve already turned over a new leaf!"
Wei Fan shook his head: "I spare you, but who spares those you used for practice? Go beg their forgiveness yourself."
He descended from the sky with Sun Jinglin, landing before Sun Jinglin’s son, and lifted him off the horse.
The guy had long been terrified to the point of losing color, never imagining, as he mocked Wei Fan earlier, Wei Fan sat right there.
"Do you think those practicing Demon Skill with people like him are considered our own?"
Wei Fan pointed at Sun Jinglin, addressing his son.
Sun Jinglin’s son was drenched in cold sweat. Saying he was an ally promised slaughter for both him and his father Sun Jinglin; saying otherwise meant just his father’s death.
Between hesitations, Wei Fan slapped out, shattering Sun Jinglin’s head, blood splattering his son.
"Ah..."
Caught off guard, Sun Jinglin’s son screamed and dropped to the ground in shock.
This demon of slaughter!
He regretted deeply fabricating rumors about Wei Fan over Du Haiping’s matters, instigating this calamity.
He lost his father, a member of the Divine Realm Martial Sect, and now his own life seemed in jeopardy: "Commander Wei, spare me..."
He kowtowed to the ground, scared to breaking point.
[Slay Sun Jinglin, gain 1000 years of Ordinary Power, 10 years of Spirit Soul Power]
[Ordinary Power: 18200 years]
[Spirit Soul Power: 90 years]
Wei Fan gazed down upon him, his face expressionless: "You said I am only harsh to my own people, yet beg for mercy from me, a hound!"
Sun Jinglin’s son showed a drastic change in expression.
"You say I am only harsh to my own people; if I’m not ruthless, haven’t I been falsely accused?"
Speaking, Power of Heart and Spirit emerged, directly destroying Sun Jinglin’s son’s spirit.
"So murderous!"
Li Qingmeng’s eyelid twitched; despite these people being worthy of death, Wei Fan’s unflinching massacre cast doubt she’d be spared.
She became vigilant, her entire body tensing.
Eliminating to protect oneself was certainly possible.
Wei Fan smiled, revealing white teeth: "Don’t worry, ma’am, I am not one to kill innocents, you will not be harmed..."
Do you believe that?
Li Qingmeng, rather than relaxing, grew more tense, amazed at this guy’s sensitive Spiritual Sense, even noticing her subtle changes.
Seeing her grow tenser from his words, Wei Fan could only helplessly shake his head, retrieving Sun Jinglin’s Storage Gourd.
Moments later, Deng Boyong and others returned.
Facing a floor full of dead Divine Realm Martial Sect members, and the completely lifeless Wu Yinglong, their mouths ran dry.
On the Jianghu, months might pass without hearing of a deceased Celestial Martial Artist, yet four Divine Realm Martial Sect members were slain here; it was terrifying.
Wei Fan surveyed the returning group, speaking solemnly: "There was a prison break attempted by Divine Realm Martial Sect members, with the situation urgent, I had no choice but to slay the prisoners. Bury the bodies..."
Deng Boyong’s eyelids twitched fiercely, many words reaching his mouth, only to forcefully swallow them.
He knew he was right; Wei Fan wished for a prison break to justify slaughtering the prisoners.
Outright lying!
Though they left, they hadn’t gone far; witnessing the entire scene proved the situation wasn’t urgent.
He killed them like culling chickens; you call this urgency?
Li Qingmeng couldn’t help but roll her eyes: "This guy..."
Initially, she thought the situation urgent and Wei Fan prudently killed the prisoners; from his perspective, unsure of what side she was on, she now realized his sole intent was murder.
