[Zuoqiu Yi: Mid-Divine Realm, bullies the weak and fears the strong, a human genius yet has never harbored any protective heart for the human race, forcibly siding with sects that harm other human race sects]
[Kill him: Gains 2,000 years of ordinary power, 20 years of spirit soul power]
[ng Tianrang: Late Divine Realm, Elder of Divine Sword Sect of the human race, bullies the weak and fears the strong, opposes disciples from the Divine Sword Sect descending the mountain to slay demons and evil spirits]
[Kill him: Gains 3,000 years of ordinary power, 30 years of spirit soul power]
In the skies above, Wei Fan’s eyes glead—their power could both be harvested.
Ordinary people might not resist demon fiends, but as top human race experts, refusing to fight against demon fiends is downright outrageous.
These human race sects thrive on the lifeblood of the human race, yet refuse to protect their own people; there’s really no difference between their behavior and that of demon fiends.
Demon fiends devour humans, while these sects exploit and drain ordinary people for resources—the essence is exactly the sa.
Even those evil spirit demon fiends who sit in temples know to protect the humans they breed for themselves—each side gets what it wants; but these sects, just because they’re also human, don’t even bother to protect.
They need the resources of the human race, but refuse to give the protection the human race actually needs; in so ways, they’re even more vile than the demon fiends who keep humans captive.
"Nice to et you, Brother Huo, Commander Wei. This young lady must be Commander Long’s granddaughter—truly, a heroine among n."
It was ng Tianrang’s voice that snapped Wei Fan from his thoughts.
Wei Fan looked over, only to see Huo Tianzheng wearing a sour expression: "So you want to stick your neck out, huh? Funny, never see you when it’s ti to fight demon fiends; but the mont my Demon Suppression Bureau soldiers gain a bit of reputation, before things have even settled down, you lot jump in to step on us. Not afraid you’ll break your legs?"
That tone was clearly edged with killing intent.
No sooner had he spoken than a chill spread among the crowd waiting to watch the Divine Realm battle, especially the Demon Suppression Guard—all of them bristling with murderous glares.
They were starting to realize that the upcoming battle wasn’t just the customary Cyan Cloud City demon duel they had imagined.
Given Su City’s current ss, if Wei Fan were injured by Zuoqiu Yi, the situation—just barely stabilized—might instantly descend back into chaos.
Huo Tianzheng had nailed the point: back when Cyan Cloud City fell and Su City hung by a thread, never did the Divine Sword Sect’s Divine Realm experts show up to fight demons.
It was only after Wei Fan’s rise to fa—when the people of Su City finally tasted peace—that the Divine Sword Sect’s Divine Realm experts jumped out to challenge him. Whatever angle you look at it, their motives are shady as hell.
ng Tianrang’s smile froze instantly; he and Huo Tianzheng were old acquaintances—never expected Huo Tianzheng to shut him down so ruthlessly.
He forced a laugh: "Brother Huo, this is just a friendly spar between juniors; no need to blow things out of proportion."
Huo Tianzheng sneered coldly: "Don’t take us all for fools. I don’t feel like wasting words on you. Xueyi, let’s go!"
He ignored ng Tianrang and withdrew several hundred ters away with Long Xueyi.
"I ask Commander Wei to show so rcy during the contest!"
ng Tianrang followed suit, stepping back several hundred ters as well, leaving just Wei Fan and Zuoqiu Yi on the field.
Wei Fan grinned, flashing perfect white teeth: "Relax. I won’t be showing any rcy!"
Zuoqiu Yi stood proud and cold. He understood ng Tianrang was warning him not to kill Wei Fan. It was fine to beat him up under the guise of a friendly contest, but if soone died, that was no longer ’friendly.’
"Impressive indeed!"
He looked at Wei Fan, unable to help but offer silent praise in his heart.
To break into the Divine Realm at such a young age, in a place like the Demon Suppression Bureau—he felt a twinge of inferiority. If he’d been in Wei Fan’s shoes, he wasn’t sure he could’ve entered the Divine Realm so fast.
While he pondered, a blade radiating intense divine light appeared in Zuoqiu Yi’s hand—the surge of a middle-level divine soldier rippled outward.
This wasn’t a weapon he had personally refined; it was a gift from his Martial Venerable master Qi Zhicun after his breakthrough.
He’d cultivated so quickly precisely because he hadn’t wasted ti refining divine soldiers; since he wasn’t short of weapons, he could wait until breaking through as Martial Venerable before refining his own.
"The sword’s na is ’Gentleman,’ a middle-level divine soldier, forged mainly from Profound Silver Essence. It weighs 158 catties. Brother Wei, please offer your guidance!"
Zuoqiu Yi spun the sword in fluent flourishes; in a flash, sword qi slashed everywhere, rippling with the power of heaven and earth.
Wei Fan snorted: "Don’t sar the word ’gentleman.’ Has this scrap tal ever slain demon fiends or saved any humans? And it’s worthy to be called the Gentleman’s Sword? You and it—both belong to ’fake gentleman.’
A gentleman embodies benevolence and morality. Tell , you and your sword—do you possess either?"
Zuoqiu Yi’s pretentious display provoked Wei Fan—he couldn’t help but mock.
To the untrained eye, Zuoqiu Yi might’ve looked like so righteous hero or elegant master; truth was, he was just a selfish bastard, ek before demon fiends, yet ruthless toward his own race.
Zuoqiu Yi’s eyes filled with fury: "You... You’re utterly vulgar!"
He saw Wei Fan as an equal—a fellow prodigy worth a formal introduction. He never expected Wei Fan to show such brazen disrespect, scorning his very character.
Wei Fan ignored Zuoqiu Yi’s rage and with a flick of his wrist, the Tiger Soul Saber appeared in his hand.
He copied Zuoqiu Yi’s tone: "This blade’s called ’Pigslayer,’ a middle-level divine soldier, forged from Tiger Soul Red Gold and Qilin essence. Weighs 286 catties. ant for slaughtering beasts!
Today we settle both skill and life and death!"
Zuoqiu Yi’s face twisted in anger—he was clearly being called a beast, a pig!
But before he could protest further, he heard Wei Fan declare it was a life-and-death duel.
In the next instant, Wei Fan’s silhouette shimred as his spirit soul illusion erged, transforming him into a streak of light charging forward.
Zuoqiu Yi’s pupils shrank: "Martial Arts Mastery, Perfect Level Body Technique!"
This wasn’t sothing a freshly advanced Divine Realm cultivator should be able to wield. Even Zuoqiu Yi, a prodigy himself and a Grandmaster for ten years, had only managed to integrate one martial art into his spirit soul two years ago.
User Comments
0 comments from readers