What kind of monster is this fellow?
Wei Wang looked down at where Cang Wang had been shot into the ground, his expression turning grim.
Cang Wang was a crucial asset for his upcoming conquest in the Saint Assembly. Without him, even with his own formidable strength, it would be difficult to contend with the top powerhouses from the other nine domains for the unclaimed Saint Path.
"You wicked, monstrous beast, you deserve to die!"
Wei Wang roared, the fire of the Saint Path seemingly burning in his eyes. An aura of immense terror and divine power spread out, engulfing everything.
"I am eternal, existing forever. I will not die. You are the one who deserves to die, you old cur. Let me give you a hoof-mark on your old face!"
The demonic horse let out a defiant laugh, fearless of anything. Even if Wei Wang was a true quasi-saint, it remained unafraid.
Wei Wang's expression grew even fouler.
He reached out, and in an instant, the very fabric of space seemed to freeze. The demonic horse's powerful, agile demonic body was immobilized, its hooves raised high, unable to descend.
Disbelief flickered in the demonic horse's eyes.
Its demonic power was so vast and profound, far exceeding the limits of the Golden Core realm. It was comparable to some quasi-saints. To be so easily restrained by Wei Wang was astonishing. Wei Wang was simply too strong.
The demonic horse struggled fiercely, employing various techniques. It transformed into a Azure Dragon, then a Qilin, shifting into the most powerful ancient divine beasts, yet it could not break free.
Wei Wang let out a cold snort and slammed the demonic horse forcefully onto the ground.
Boom!
The demonic horse's massive body struck the earth, causing the ground for thousands of miles around to sink.
The powerhouses of the Three Kings' Hall cheered loudly.
In contrast, the experts of the Ling Tian Pavilion, including the toad, Han Hai, and Yang Shili, were shocked, deeply awed by Wei Wang's might.
"Damn it! If my horn hadn't been broken by the boss, I would have impaled you to death today!"
The demonic horse's furious voice echoed from the ruins. It shook its head violently, then surged upwards with incredible speed. Its bloodline roared, and scales erupted from its body, fierce and menacing, as it charged at Wei Wang with its broken horn.
"Insolent beast, you dare again!"
Wei Wang snorted coldly, killing intent flashing in his eyes. He brought down a palm, and a terrifying force descended, striking the demonic horse and burying it into the ground once more.
Furthermore, an incredibly potent Saint Path power spread downwards, enveloping the demonic horse's body and infiltrating it. Instantly, the demonic horse let out a pained cry. Its bloodline surged, and blood seemed to seep from beneath its scales and fur as the power began to plunder it.
"Roar!"
The demonic horse's screams grew more piercing. It discovered with horror that its bloodline was being stripped away by an irresistible force.
Wei Wang's eyes glinted with cruelty. He exclaimed with a hint of surprise, "I never expected your bloodline power to be so potent, you beast. This is a fortunate turn for me. After draining your bloodline, my strength should advance further, allowing me to become a top-tier quasi-saint. This will significantly bolster my capital for contending for that unclaimed Saint Path!"
Seeing this, the toad became anxious and cried out, "Boss, quickly save Old Horse! He's not going to make it."
Without the toad's reminder, Ling Fan was already preparing to act.
He unleashed a punch, seemingly ordinary, yet the Saint Path rule that was restraining and plundering the demonic horse's bloodline was repelled from a distance.
The demonic horse quickly flipped over, its body covered in cold sweat, and sprinted back to the Saint Observation Cliff.
"Damn it, you old pig, remember this! Later, I'll devour all your disciples and descendants from the Three Kings' Hall to make up for my lost essence!" the demonic horse declared furiously.
"Hmm?"
Seeing his Saint Path rule interrupted, Wei Wang's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Ling Fan.
"I haven't dealt with you yet, and you dare to disrupt my affairs? Do you not wish to die quickly enough?"
"Break!"
Wei Wang roared, unleashing a palm strike. A surge of Saint power condensed into a colossal palm that covered the entire Saint Observation Cliff, descending to seize them.
Boom!
With this strike, the Saint Observation Cliff let out a thunderous roar. The power that suppressed martial arts had no time to react, allowing the giant palm to penetrate unimpeded, aiming to crush and capture Ling Fan, the demonic horse, and everyone from the Ling Tian Pavilion.
The powerhouses of the Ling Tian Pavilion were utterly defenseless before this colossal palm, feeling their own insignificance. They could only watch as the palm continued its descent.
Just then.
Ling Fan stepped forward, his Myriad Law Yuan Flow surging within him. An incredibly potent Myriad Law force erupted, and with a single punch, it was as if the heavens themselves cracked with thunder. This giant palm, imbued with Wei Wang's Saint power, was shattered by this punch.
Ling Fan did not pause. He flickered forward, appearing on the Saint Observation Cliff, confronting Wei Wang.
"Good lad, your cultivation is truly peculiar! Once I capture you and search your soul, I will extract your bloodline, and then I will uncover your secrets."
Wei Wang narrowed his eyes, dropping all pretense. His boundless Saint power erupted fully, transforming into countless Saint power chains that surged towards Ling Fan, attempting to bind him.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Ling Fan threw consecutive punches, but the chains forged from Saint power were incredibly resilient. Their quality far surpassed Golden Core laws by more than tenfold. Even Ling Fan's fists, imbued with Myriad Law power, could not shatter these Saint power chains. The might of the Saint Path was evident.
Any other cultivator in the Golden Core realm would have been blown apart by Ling Fan long ago.
"Beneath the Saint Path, all are ants. Even if you are an unparalleled prodigy, you cannot defy this eternal iron law!"
Wei Wang sneered repeatedly, radiating immense confidence and an aura of absolute control. With a mere thought, more Saint power chains materialized, sealing off all of Ling Fan's escape routes, constricting them step by step, intending to corner him.
Just as Ling Fan was about to be pushed into a corner by the myriad Saint power chains, he let out a cold snort, and a radiant river of power surged forth from within him.
This river was indescribable, stretching endlessly, containing immeasurable Myriad Laws.
It emanated an all-encompassing, boundless intent. Most astonishingly, such a diverse array of magical powers, converging together, caused no conflict whatsoever. They harmonized and complemented each other, far beyond simple accumulation. A qualitative sublimation had occurred.
This river was unlike the Saint Path, yet as powerful as the Saint Path!
When it collided with Wei Wang's Saint Path, it held its ground, preventing the Saint power chains from advancing further.
Wei Wang's eyes widened, his composure finally breaking for the first time.
The powerhouses of the Three Kings' Hall, on the other hand, were struck with terror, swallowing hard with difficulty.
Among the powerhouses of the Three Kings' Hall, Xuan Ye and Li Mo Bing exchanged glances, their hearts roaring, "Damn it, what is this power? How can he be so strong! Die quickly for me!"
They wished for Ling Fan to be struck down by Wei Wang the very next second, so they could finally be at ease.