"Wei Fan..."
The young Martial King from Zhilan Sect's expression changed drastically. It was not that some madman had attacked them for no reason—they had run into Wei Fan.
Compared to when Wei Fan had needed the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron to suppress and kill Fang Nanfei and the others, he had become even more terrifying. Mere ripples from him could injure a peak Martial King like this.
"Now that you know, you can die!"
Wei Fan's hands moved swiftly, tracing profound trajectories. At the same time, within his sea of consciousness, his Primordial Spirit opened its eyes and made the same movements as his body.
The next moment, a vast aura surged from Wei Fan's body. A phantom landscape of mountains and rivers appeared, with rolling peaks and rushing rivers.
Though illusory, it carried a terrifying pressure, as if a real expanse of mountains and rivers were descending from the heavens. The ground beneath their feet swiftly cracked and shattered.
"What martial skill is this, to actually manifest an entire landscape of mountains and rivers!"
"Could Wei Fan already have become a Martial Saint?"
The surrounding people retreated in horror, their eyes locked tightly onto the miraculous scene of mountains and rivers behind Wei Fan.
This was not something formed from true essence. The Martial Kings watching the battle could still tell that much. It seemed to be a manifestation of the spirit, unfathomably profound.
"He has already achieved initial mastery of the Mountain River Seal. If Elder Zhou saw this, he would definitely be utterly stunned."
Feng Hua's beautiful eyes shone with strange light as she stared in shock at the phantom mountains and rivers behind Wei Fan.
Primordial Spirit Martial Skills were not rare, but almost no one could cultivate them successfully. They required not only extraordinary talent,