Only one can survive between Prisoner Dragon Stronghold and Wei Fan.
Wei Fan’s ruthlessness has long been fad throughout the world; if he bears a grudge against a household, they are dood to annihilation.
Speaking of brutality, Prisoner Dragon Stronghold pales in comparison to Wei Fan.
To hold a grudge against soone like him, if you don’t destroy him, sooner or later, he’ll destroy you. With Wei Fan’s prowess, now is the only chance we have to kill him; otherwise, in ten days or half a month, we might not even have the qualifications to confront Wei Fan.
It’s known that it’s been just over two months since Wei Fan’s breakthrough to Martial Venerable, a period barely enough for him to take a nap, and Wei Fan has already reached the Golden Body Fourth Forging and cultivated the Seven-Colored Golden Body.
An enemy like this surviving one more day would leave everyone uneasy, and even if they wished to stop, Wei Fan likely wouldn’t oblige.
Wu Qiulong let out a furious roar, the four heads of Prisoner Dragon Stronghold stepped forward, their aura operating in a mysterious manner, quickly rging, their presence subtly unified, amplifying their strength significantly.
This battle formation isn’t actually profound, as it is known by all soldiers of the Demon Suppression Bureau.
The key aspect of this battle formation is that the few forming it all cultivate the sa technique and trust each other.
If the cultivation techniques root from different origins, then no battle formation would be effective; conflicting power would lead to self-destruction.
This is why generally, individuals can only cultivate one main technique, since power from different techniques varies, and disparate power within oneself provides no benefits, potentially causing fatal conflict.
"Dragon-Imprisoning Staff!"
Wu Qiulong shouted, gathering the strength of Prisoner Dragon Stronghold’s Martial Venerable, sweeping out a field of staff shadows, surrounding Wei Fan from all directions.
Wei Fan had witnessed the ultimate skill of Prisoner Dragon Stronghold before, but regardless of who wielded it, none were as terrifying as when Wu Qiulong utilized it personally.
Moreover, Wu Qiulong combined the strength of ng Guangfeng and others, making this staff technique profound beyond comprehension.
Before the staff shadows converged, the powerful aura was already warping the golden light around him.
"Underestimating Prisoner Dragon Stronghold, do you think we dominate various countries without reason?"
The sweeping out of staff shadows wasn’t finished. Wu Qiulong and ng Guangfeng swiftly approached Wei Fan under the montum of a battle array, intending to swiftly kill him.
Wei Fan’s eyelids lifted slightly: "And what do you think I relied on to dare co solo to Prisoner Dragon?"
A gleam lit up between his eyebrows, rippling, as he grabbed the Tiger Soul Saber.
This move, he couldn’t counter with his own strength; the power of Wu Qiulong with his Four-Colored Golden Body Ninth Forging was inherently stronger, coupled with the high-level Martial Venerate Divine Soldiers and the strength of ng Guangfeng and others, Wei Fan wouldn’t be able to kill these individuals without the aid of the Tiger Soul Saber.
Infusing True Essence, the Tiger Soul Saber vibrated ominously, emitting terrifying sword aura, enveloping the surroundings with a frosty chill.
Wu Qiulong’s pupils contracted violently: "Top Divine Soldiers!"
Wei Fan’s strongest weapon, wasn’t it supposed to be a Great Tripod forged from Profound Yellow Stone? When did he co to possess another top-level Martial Venerate Divine Soldier?
He felt sothing was amiss inside. Having lived nearly a thousand years, even with a Four-Colored Nine-Forged Golden Body, he could only forge an advanced Martial Venerate Divine Soldier, indicating the rarity of top-level Martial Venerate Divine Soldiers.
The power of one top-level Martial Venerate Divine Soldier nearly equates to an additional Martial Venerate with a Golden Body Ninth Forging.
Most importantly, Wei Fan’s information was inaccurate; Jianghu initially rumored that his weapon was a terrifying Great Tripod with power akin to basic Martial Venerate Divine Soldiers.
But now, it turns out to be an unprecedented top-level Martial Venerate Divine Soldier.
"Indeed!"
Wei Fan flashed a snow-white grin, the Tiger Soul Saber emanating sharp-edged aura, expanding to two or three zhang in size.
The next mont, Wei Fan swung the Tiger Soul Saber wide, instantly clearing the staff shadows sweeping from every direction, the power returned to its origin and shook heaven and earth incessantly.
"Try to see if my saber is sharp!"
Wei Fan’s eyes glinted with coldness, Will Power surged like a storm.
Boom!
He slashed, causing tremors across heaven and earth.
"Defend!"
Wu Qiulong shouted fiercely, holding the heavy staff across his chest, top-level Martial Venerate Divine Soldiers required him to be cautious.
But he realized that after Wei Fan slashed, seemingly nothing was cut out, no sword aura or sword qi.
"Oh no! This is the Heaven-Reaching Saber Manual of the Demon Suppression Bureau!"
In the next mont, he reacted swiftly and looked up, seeing a gigantic sword aura cleaving from the skies, splitting the clouds, as if hewing heaven and earth apart.
Before the sword aura descended, its terrifying sharpness already made his Golden Body ache, his Primordial Spirit seemingly pinned by the sword edge, filled with a chilling air.
"Transmit your strength to !"
Wu Qiulong shouted fiercely.
If this slash couldn’t be stopped, he felt he would perish; although they’ve ford a grand array, Wei Fan’s power surpasses theirs under the blessing of the top Divine Soldiers.
ng Guangfeng and others transmitted their strength to Wu Qiulong, his aura surged dramatically, he unhesitatingly infused all the power into the high-level Martial Venerate Divine Soldier, maximizing the Divine Soldier’s martial force.
The next mont, the heavy staff swelled, thrusting towards the heavenly sword aura.
As the two clashed, sparks scattered instantly.
Boom!
Wu Qiulong felt the giant staff like it was resisting an imasurably heavy mountain. He, ng Guangfeng, and others involuntarily plumted downward; the counter-shock’s force flushed their faces red, bones and muscles were about to shatter.
"Hold firm!"
Wu Qiulong shouted fiercely, the staff continued to swell against the sword aura, barely stopping them in mid-air.
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