With Wei Fan's cultivation at this point, he could crush even ordinary Holy Sons with a flick of his hand. Other than Saint realm experts making a move, there was almost no one in the world who could restrain him. Even if Xuanyuan Peak from this realm came, Wei Fan could still suppress him.
Killing these ordinary Demon Kings was hardly different from crushing ants. If they joined forces, they might have been able to put up some resistance, but they were scattered and came from different demon clans. Wei Fan found it absurdly easy to kill them.
He strolled among the more than twenty beings. Wherever he passed, a Demon King's life was harvested, their bodies bursting like fireworks. Not a single scream was heard. In only a few breaths, the seven or eight Demon Kings present had their bodies and souls destroyed, all of them blasted to death.
"Clack, clack, clack..."
The surrounding human Martial Kings felt an indescribable terror shroud them, a chill rising in their hearts. Everywhere came the sound of chattering teeth.
Since when had Demon Kings become as weak as ants? They had not fought these Demon Kings, admittedly because they were eager to open the palace, but more importantly because they were evenly matched with this group of Demon Kings. If they wanted to kill them, they too would have to pay a painful price.
Yet in just a few breaths, all these Demon Kings had died. They had not even reacted in time to flee before they were all blown apart on the spot.
"My lord, spare my life..."
The previously arrogant Martial King trembled all over. Because he had said something unpleasant, he was now so terrified his courage nearly burst.
"Get lost!"
Wei Fan glanced at him. Seeing no reaction