Wei Fan shot past, bathed in He Jiyun's demon blood.
Boom!
Behind him, He Jiyun exploded, shattered bones and feathers scattering everywhere. It was as though a blood-stained snowstorm had fallen from the sky.
In two moves, He Jiyun of the Xuanhe Sect, a Saint King-level white crane, was slain on the spot. Not even his bones remained, and he had not had time to let out a scream.
Wei Fan's hair whipped wildly around him, Great Dao Golden Armor covering his body. Like a war god rampaging through the world, he plunged the surroundings into instant silence. Everyone was cowed by his peerlessly domineering strength.
"He Jiyun died just like that..."
The hairs on Ouyang Bolun, Yuan Jiuling, and the other Saint King experts stood on end. They knew Wei Fan was strong, but they had not imagined he was strong to such an extent. A Demon Race Saint King expert had been killed in merely two moves, no different from an ordinary Great Saint.
They were all Saint King experts, and the gap between them and He Jiyun was not great. In other words, if Wei Fan wished to kill them, it would likewise take only two or three moves. Such was the might of the King of Saint Kings.
Killed He Jiyun, obtained 500,000 years of Ordinary Cultivation Power, 12,000 years of Martial Saint Power Ordinary Cultivation Power: 10.89 million years Martial Saint Power: 147,000 years
Rumble...
He Jiyun's Dao, twelve thousand zhang tall, emerged and drew forth a stretch of Great Dao. Chains of order rumbled and shook, yet for the moment, they did not break apart.
Upon reaching the Saint King realm, a cultivator's Dao had become relatively stable. It was unlike ordinary Saint realm cultivators, whose Dao would immediately collapse and dissipate