Stopping was no longer possible.
This sword strike had exhausted nearly all of his Saintly Dao power, like a gambler with bloodshot eyes, pouring all his chips, all his trump cards, into this single strike. His essence, vitality, and spirit reached their peak. The power of this sword strike was such that even the Demon Eye King and the Yan Ke Demon King, the two great demon kings, could have been slain by it if they had joined forces.
This was the most prideful sword strike of Tian Ao Saint King's life.
In that instant.
All the powerhouses were rendered speechless by the might of this sword.
What a terrifying sword strike this was.
Heaven and earth were about to be split in two by this sword.
Could Ling Fan withstand it?
Under the astonished gazes of countless powerhouses.
The sword strike descended.
However, what made their gazes freeze instantly was.
This sword strike landed eighteen zhang away from Ling Fan.
It was as if it had collided with an invisible barrier, unable to advance an inch further.
This distance of eighteen zhang.
Was like the difference between heaven and earth.
A chasm that Tian Ao Saint King could not cross!
Because within eighteen zhang.
Was Ling Fan's heaven and earth!
"If I hadn't refined the five Great Heavenly Demon Realm Saint Kings, as well as the Demon Eye King and the Yan Ke Demon King, your peak Saint King strike might have been able to cleave my world. But now, your sword... is too dull."
Ling Fan simply twisted his waist and unleashed a punch.
Boom!
All things in heaven and earth fell silent.
Only the sound of this punch remained, the light of this punch, filling heaven and earth, blocking the primordial chaos, encompassing the universe!
This was a punch that condensed a heaven and earth, its essence transcending the Saint Dao level by one hundred and eight thousand li. Even the Imperial Dao would dim in its presence.
Boom!
The sword light of Tian Ao Saint King shattered.
Then.
The light of this punch, like a surging torrent of the mortal world, washed over.
When everything calmed down.
Tian Ao Saint King stood in the void, his expression completely stunned.
With a bang.
In less than the time it takes for a finger snap.
His body completely disintegrated into the finest dust.
Countless Saintly Dao fragments floated in heaven and earth like a nebula.
Ling Fan did not absorb these Saintly Dao fragments this time.
Because his current world had expanded to a critical point.
Further absorbing rule fragments at the Saint King level was no longer of much use, and there was no need to waste them.
Ling Fan pondered for a moment.
With a casual grab, he sent half of the Saint King rule fragments into Wang Meng's body.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The power within Wang Meng's body surged wildly, his realm skyrocketing like a rocket. He ascended from the first stage of the Manifestation Saint Realm, to the second stage, to the third stage...
He continued to rise until he reached the peak of the seventh stage of the Manifestation Saint Realm before finally stopping.
Wang Meng looked at his hands and body with disbelief, trembling all over with excitement.
After a while, he came to his senses, knelt down before Ling Fan, as devout as a believer.
Ling Fan nodded slightly.
Wang Meng's talent was not bad.
To be able to reach the peak of the seventh stage of the Manifestation Saint Realm by accepting half of Tian Ao Saint King's Saintly Dao rule fragments was somewhat surprising to him.
He casually sent the remaining half of the fragments into the demon horse's body.
The demon horse immediately raised its head and let out a neigh more resonant and clear than a dragon's roar. The sound caused the space around it to crackle, and spiderweb-like fissures spread outwards.
Boom!
A terrifying aura erupted.
The second stage of the Demon Saint Realm.
The third stage of the Demon Saint Realm.
The fourth stage of the Demon Saint Realm.
...
The demon horse finally stopped at the sixth stage of the Demon Saint Realm.
It was not that its talent, aptitude, or bloodline was inferior to Wang Meng's.
Rather, it was precisely because its bloodline was too extraordinary.
The Bo Long Steed, a supreme race even more powerful and terrifying than ordinary dragons. Although it only advanced to the sixth stage of the Demon Saint Realm, its current combat power was more than ten times more ferocious than Wang Meng's peak seventh stage Manifestation Saint Realm.
"Thank you, Boss!"
The demon horse was not overly excited. The stronger it became, the more restrained it was. It had lost its previous arrogance and had deeply hidden its pride in its bones, not showing it easily.
"Mm."
Ling Fan nodded at it.
He was very satisfied with the demon horse's progress.
Even though it was only at the sixth stage of the Demon Saint Realm.
It was estimated that ordinary eighth stage Manifestation Saint Realm experts would be ruthlessly suppressed by it.
It was likely that only Saint King level powerhouses could stably suppress it.
However, it would be very difficult to kill it.
With the demon horse's world-defying speed, if it wanted to escape, even a Saint King could not stop it.
"I'll go chase down the Sky Eagle Saint Demon King and Xiahou Canghai, kill them too, and enhance your strength!"
Ling Fan said indifferently.
Before his voice had even fallen.
He had already disappeared.
Not long after.
A vast shadow appeared above the ancestral land of the Zhou family.
It was as if someone had thrown a mountain range spanning hundreds of millions of li down.
Everyone looked up in horror.
It was actually the corpse of a colossal eagle, as massive as a mountain range.
"So quickly, Saint Ling has captured and killed the Sky Eagle Saint Demon King!"
Everyone was shocked again.
"Saint Ling, please use your divine abilities. The Sky Eagle Saint Demon King's corpse is too large, it will destroy the Zhou family's ancestral land."
The three great ancestors of the Zhou family were so shocked that cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.
After they finished speaking.
The corpse of the Sky Eagle Saint Demon King rapidly shrank.
As if someone was using supreme means.
Finally, the corpse of the Sky Eagle Saint Demon King shrunk to dozens of zhang in size and crashed heavily outside the Zhou family's ancestral land.
"You take this demon's essence blood, flesh, and rules to enhance the strength of the younger generation of powerhouses. I will continue to hunt down Xiahou Canghai. This old fox is quite fast at escaping."
Ling Fan's colossal figure cast a shadow in the void.
Manifestation Saint with a single thought.
With his current strength, he had completely surpassed the Saint King level. With a single thought, he could project his Manifestation Saint power to any corner of the Jiuhua Realm, making the ends of the earth feel like mere steps away.
Not long after.
A disheveled figure was thrown outside the Zhou family's ancestral land.
A majestic force descended.
The disheveled figure's body creaked under the pressure, and finally, he knelt in humiliation outside the Zhou family's ancestral land.
It was Xiahou Canghai!
And behind Xiahou Canghai, Xiahou Xing, Xiahou Hu, Xiahou Yuan, and others were also thrown down, kneeling in the same manner before the Zhou family's ancestral land.
"You, descendants of the Ten Great Saint Generals, have betrayed your lord and stabbed him in the back. I, Ling, hate betrayers the most. You deserve to die!"
Ling Fan's figure stepped out of the void.
His voice was as cold as if he were judging everything.
"Spare me, I was forced into it!"
Xiahou Canghai still wanted to struggle.
However, before he could finish speaking.
A fist force struck, directly shattering his head. The residual Saintly Dao rule fragments in his corpse were extracted and sent into the body of Zhou Fusheng, the patriarch of the Zhou family.
Boom boom boom!
Zhou Fusheng had been lingering at the peak of the eighth stage of the Manifestation Saint Realm for decades.
His accumulation was incredibly deep.
Now, with the complete Saintly Dao rule fragments of a Saint King infused into him, he had taken that crucial step, like a dragon entering the sea, a phoenix soaring through the nine heavens.