Wei Fan displayed Dao-level saber techniques, and every Saint Realm expert present looked over in shock. Especially the Demon Saints—the more monstrous Wei Fan proved himself to be, the more determined they became to kill him.
"Kill!"
Wei Fan merged with the supreme saber Dao, becoming like a saber god emanating an aura that could destroy all things. He slashed out again, the dazzling blade light illuminating the Void World as the Four Symbol Divine Beasts let out enormous roars.
The Golden Lion King was horrified. His severed arm had not even been reattached before another slash came—who could possibly withstand that?
An attack unleashed by merging with the Dao did not merely wound the flesh. The supreme Dao intent of destroying all things could even sever one's origin and Primordial Spirit.
"Boom!"
He let out an enraged roar. His own Dao emerged above his head, madly drawing in the power of the Great Dao. A gigantic fist seal appeared, but it was utterly useless, shattering beneath the slash. The terrifying blade radiance continued downward, leaving a bloody, flesh-turned wound across his chest. He could neither block it nor evade it.
"Damn it!"
The Golden Lion King finally began to panic. Demon Saints like him possessed surging blood and qi, their bodies far stronger than those of human Martial Saints. When fighting human Martial Saints, the best method was close-quarters combat, using the body to suppress them.
But engaging in close combat with a monster who had achieved Body Sanctification was simply courting death. Yet if he kept his distance, he could only become Wei Fan's living target. Dao-level saber techniques were not only peerlessly powerful—they were also difficult to evade.
He turned to flee, but he was not He Feiyu and did not possess that terrifying speed that could