"Who would have thought there would be such a harvest!"
Wei Fan sat in the secret chamber, his heart surging with excitement. He had thought it would already be quite good if the martial arts Xuanyuan Peak left behind were Martial Saint inheritances. Who could have imagined it would be a peerless martial art potentially comparable to the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm?
After cultivating the second transformation of the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm and evolving a golden Primordial Spirit, his comprehension was already vastly different from before. Yet he still found the Five Emperors Fist in his hands profoundly mysterious.
Moreover, having reached the Martial King realm, he had developed some insights of his own into martial arts.
Even if the Five Emperors Fist was inferior to the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm, it could not be far behind. It was undoubtedly a shocking, world-defying ultimate art.
Though the Five Emperors Fist was unknown in the Wasteland, he was certain that beyond the Wasteland, its name must have resounded throughout the world.
He had only read through it once and had not even grasped its surface, yet he felt his blood boil and his fist intent surge. It was as though heavenly music rang in his ears.
"What an extraordinary figure!"
He had founded the Demon Hunter Organization with one hand and even left such a divine art behind for it. Xuanyuan Peak's image instantly became lofty and majestic in Wei Fan's heart.
"???"
Suddenly, Wei Fan realized something was wrong. The Five Emperors Fist manual in his hand had begun to glow. Dao Marks emerged across the manual, stirring the invisible Dao between heaven and earth.
A scalding sensation came from it, and Wei Fan hurriedly tossed the manual away.
Bang!
The next moment,