"If Wei Fan can still crush these Demon Kings, he will surely be deified!"
Above Yunjin City, a human Martial King said excitedly.
There were too few records of Martial Kings clashing with Sacred Weapons; there were simply no precedents to draw upon. Moreover, this might not be a Sacred Weapon wielded by a single Demon King, but one jointly activated by several Peak Martial King Demon Kings. The power Sacred Weapons had displayed in the past could not serve as a reference either.
But no matter what, if Wei Fan could kill this group of Demon Kings again, the entire Eastern Domain would be shaken.
"Today, we may witness the birth of a legend!"
Someone murmured. Though they had no particular friendship with Wei Fan, from the human race's standpoint, they all hoped he would sweep away these Demon Kings with overwhelming force.
"We did not wait three days for nothing!" Battle intent surged from Wei Fan's body.
The flaming cudgel shadow emitted the fluctuations of a Sacred Weapon. His body sank as though a mountain had been pressed upon him.
This was not his first time facing a Sacred Weapon. But before, he had always used a Sacred Weapon to fight others, making it difficult to directly experience the pressure a Sacred Weapon brought.
Martial artists fought the heavens and battled the earth; they were all blood-brave people. Many times, they fought to the death at the slightest disagreement, not merely because they were fond of combat and ruthlessness, but because only life-and-death struggles could truly unleash their potential.
Having reached Peak Martial King, he needed battle to release his potential and truly cultivate the Martial King realm to its utmost limit.
The pressure radiating from the Sacred Weapon made his blood boil. The Three Sovereigns Scripture circulated