Boom!
Zhou Shen threw a punch, his fist blazing like a great sun and resounding with waves of Dao music.
He looked aged, yet his strength was terrifying beyond compare. Back at Vajra Gate, he had already displayed the power of a Dharma Form Martial Saint. He was no ordinary Saint Realm expert.
The Golden Lion King failed to react in time. The sound waves he unleashed and the claw he struck out with were all blasted back by Zhou Shen's punch. His mountain-like body tumbled through the Void World, sent flying nearly a thousand zhang.
Roar!
After steadying himself, he swiftly transformed into a burly man covered in gold. Glaring furiously at Zhou Shen and Wei Fan, he said, "So this old bastard really was nearby. His appearance was arranged by you."
Wei Fan had already been in the Wasteland for three days. It was not that the Demon Race had lagged behind in receiving news and did not know he had appeared; they feared that Wei Fan's appearance was the work of the Demon Hunter Organization.
After all, Wei Fan was far too conspicuous. His talent was monstrously defiant, and he had too many enemies. Under such circumstances, the wisest thing for him to do would have been to follow Xuanyuan Peak's example from back then: find somewhere to hide, break through to the Saint Realm, and only then emerge.
His sudden appearance was most likely bait.
"You knew, yet you still dared show yourself?" Zhou Shen raised a brow.
In truth, he had never thought the Demon Race would be unable to see through their plan. But using Wei Fan as bait had always been an open scheme, naked and undisguised. Unless these Demon Saints wished to give Wei Fan the chance to become a Saint, they