"Martial King First Layer is still far too weak to wield a Sacred Weapon. It's like a three-year-old child swinging a broadsword!"
Wei Fan felt as though he was holding not a sword, but a mountain weighing more than ten thousand jun. Every movement was incomparably difficult.
As he poured power into it, his lifespan was also being drained beyond his control. Even though he did his utmost to safeguard his origin, some of his vitality still seeped away.
But a Sacred Weapon was a Sacred Weapon. Even if it was difficult to move, the ripples it gave off alone could slaughter all enemies. The sacred formation twisted toward him, yet before it could even approach his body, it was blasted back by the Sacred Weapon's fluctuations.
The entire Guangling Sect trembled. Ripples spread across the light barrier as though it might shatter at any moment, while everyone participating in the formation's defense flushed red, their blood and qi churning.
Although they controlled a sacred formation, Wei Fan wielded a Sacred Weapon and was also a Martial King. The two were simply not on the same level.
"This is bad! Wei Fan really has a Sacred Weapon! If that Sacred Weapon sweeps down, none of us will survive!"
With only a light slash from the Sacred Weapon in Wei Fan's hand, the light barrier formed by the sacred formation was torn apart down the middle, revealing the Guangling Sect disciples within.
"Pfft..."
"Pfft..."
At the same time, a series of blood-spurting sounds rang out. The first to suffer was the Guangling Sect's Great Elder, who controlled the formation flag. The backlash covered his golden body in countless cracks, golden blood spraying everywhere. Many disciples were exposed on the spot and turned into clouds of bloody mist.
The next instant, the