The fluctuations of the Imperial Weapon swept across heaven and earth, through the eight wastelands and six directions. Wherever they passed, the sky shattered and the land split apart.
As the Wang Family's main stronghold, Guiyun Mountain naturally consisted of more than a single peak. It sprawled across a hundred miles, vast and expansive, with formation patterns carved everywhere.
Yet beneath the fluctuations of the Imperial Weapon, such things were nothing at all. Great swathes of Dao patterns went dark and exploded.
With a single sweep of the Imperial Weapon's fluctuations, the Wang Family disciples were erased before the mountains and rivers exploded.
"Roar... Wei Ran, you'll die a horrible death!"
"You devil, you're not human!"
Some cursed Wei Fan before they died. Seeing wave after wave of people erased by the Imperial Weapon's fluctuations, they could only vent the terror in their hearts through desperate roars.
It was not that they did not wish to flee, but that they simply could not. Compared to the speed of the Imperial Weapon's fluctuations, a King Wu was slower than a snail. Even Martial Saints were not fast enough.
In almost an instant, the Imperial Weapon's fluctuations covered the formation space. Under those fluctuations, King Wu experts were more fragile than ants. Their Primordial Spirits collapsed before their bodies exploded.
"How ruthless. More than a hundred thousand people—Wei Ran truly had the heart to do it."
"This man must never be provoked!"
The spectators in every direction felt their hair stand on end. They had not expected Wei Fan to truly slaughter every last member of the Wang Family. Among those present were many who had walked out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, yet even they were horrified by such a sight.
The Martial Emperor grand formation was blasted