Wei Fan was somewhat shocked by this secret art of an Imperial Dao Sect. It could summon the power of an imperial weapon; even a wisp of it could sweep aside experts of the same realm and even suppress and kill those a level higher.
Of course, only by experiencing it firsthand would he know exactly how formidable it was.
The price of this secret art was definitely enormous. Otherwise, He Feihong would not have been slaughtered without ever getting the chance to use it. If it came at no cost at all, He Feihong would have unleashed it at the first opportunity and killed him.
"By the way, could you take a look at my current merit? Is it enough to exchange for an imperial-level martial art?"
When he fought He Feihong today, there had still been a gap between them: their primary cultivation techniques.
Although his current technique had been deduced from the Three Sovereigns Scripture by combining several saint-level martial arts, it still fell short of a true imperial-level martial art. His principles were not as vast and pure as He Feihong's, and he had felt that clearly during their fight.
In the battle at the Wasteland Five Tigers Sect, he had killed He Feiyu and the Golden Lion King. Later, together with Li Jianchen, he had taken down the Dragon-Horned Deer King. Adding He Feihong, whom he had killed today, he had personally slain four demon saints.
Even if half the merit for the Dragon-Horned Deer King had to be given to Li Jianchen, he still had three and a half. Added to that was the merit from using himself as bait to lure out and eliminate the Qilin Ape Saint, that old demon who had nearly broken through to the Demon Emperor realm, as well