"Beast, you actually cultivated the Nine Dragons Nine Elephants Art. You deserve to die!"
This Perfection Dharma Form Demon Saint was a black flood dragon. Seeing the phenomenon around Wei Fan, he could not help flying into a rage.
The Nine Dragons Nine Elephants Art was the martial art most hated by the flood dragon clan. Once they saw anyone cultivating it, the flood dragon clan would fight them to the death. They had already loathed Wei Fan, yet he had cultivated a martial art that the flood dragon clan detested so deeply.
"The ones who deserve to die are beasts like you who eat people. You will become part of my Nine Dragons Nine Elephants Art too!"
Wei Fan suppressed the urge to kill his opponent with a single punch. Displaying Spirit Infusion cultivation was already something that shook the ages; if he could also suppress and kill a Perfection Dharma Form flood dragon Demon Saint with one punch, a Demon Emperor might charge into human territory at any cost in the very next moment to kill him.
If that truly happened, a thousand miles of scorched earth would be nothing—more than a hundred thousand miles would be reduced to ruins.
Behind him, the phantom of two elephants and one dragon formed from Dao Marks roared and merged into his fist before being thrown out.
Boom!
Amid the deafening explosion, the Perfection Dharma Form Demon Saint was blasted back by his punch, demonic aura surging around him.
Everyone was shaken. In only four short months, Wei Fan had gained the terrifying strength to contend head-on with a Perfection Dharma Form flood dragon.
"Kill!"
At that moment, Zhang Yu and the opponent the black flood dragon had been fighting earlier also rushed over. The three joined forces to besiege the