strictlysupreme Chapter 517 - 299: True Mythical Creatures, Unleashing Potential
Chapter 517 - 299: True Mythical Creatures, Unleashing Potential
Inside the underground cavern, light surged around Wang Chunyi as he quickly retreated.
Wei Fan and Feng Hua flanked him from the left and right, murderous intent blazing as they pursued.
Clang!
A crisp ring echoed as he drew the golden sword from his back, slashing fiercely at Feng Hua.
Right now, he cared about Feng Hua the most—only he knew how terrifying her palm strike was. As for Wei Fan, he had no attention left to spare.
Razor-sharp sword qi exploded, chopping down toward Feng Hua’s head. Boosted by the intermediate Martial King divine weapon, this sword slash was powerful enough to cleave mountains and slay an ordinary Martial King powerhouse.
But Feng Hua was clearly not an ordinary Martial King.
Her moves were open and ferocious, seeming nothing like a woman’s. Facing Wang Chunyi’s intermediate Martial King divine weapon, she unleashed a violent punch that shattered the sword qi in an instant—she nearly sent the divine weapon flying with one blow.
Her strength was not only terrifying, her physical body was just as fearsome. Despite only having Martial King First Layer cultivation, she could still physically withstand an intermediate Martial King divine weapon.
"Who the hell is this woman?"
Wu Yinghui and the others were all shaken to their core. A petite-looking lady physically enduring an intermediate Martial King divine weapon—this scene felt discordant, but it was happening right before their eyes.
She was like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, her power shocking, the intermediate divine weapon unable to suppress her. Wang Chunyi’s face twisted in pain, his arm trembling uncontrollably.
Someone like this couldn’t possibly be an unknown figure in the outside world. Too bad she’d changed her face and used unfamiliar cultivation techniques, making it impossible to figure out her origin.
"Both of you, this is a misunderstanding!"
Wang Chunyi’s voice had changed. They were all Martial King First Layer. Even with his divine weapon, he couldn’t suppress her—he knew he’d pissed off someone he couldn’t afford to.
"Misunderstanding my ass!"
Wei Fan seized the moment and struck with a palm.
The palm looked light and effortless, as if there was no power behind it, yet Wang Chunyi’s Martial Arts Spiritual Sense sounded a dire alarm in his mind.
Boom!
The next instant, a mass of snowy-white flames erupted, blasting onto his body.
A bloodcurdling scream tore out, the terrifying flames instantly burning a massive hole through Wang Chunyi, filling the air with the stench of scorched flesh.
"That’s True Sun Fire!" someone cried out, recognizing where Wei Fan’s flames came from.
The fearsome True Sun Fire was impossible to defend against—only certain rare divine objects could counter it. Otherwise, a regular Martial King meeting True Sun Fire could only take the beating.
"How can someone forge the True Sun Fire into a martial technique?"
Everyone stared at Wei Fan in shock. True Sun Fire was an unrivaled flame for subduing Demon Fiends; outside, people used divine weapons to wield it, but this—actively forging True Sun Fire into a martial technique—none of them had ever seen such a thing.
Even Feng Hua glanced at Wei Fan in surprise, clearly not expecting such a terrifying palm technique from him.
Still, she hadn’t forgotten about Wang Chunyi in front of her.
Amidst his screams, she strode forward and launched another palm strike, shattering who knows how many ribs, sending Wang Chunyi flying like a bundle of straw.
"They’re going to kill Wang Chunyi!" Wu Yinghui saw that Wei Fan and Feng Hua showed no intention of stopping, realizing the pair had never planned to let Wang Chunyi escape—they were set on killing the Martial Saint’s descendant.
But he had no intention to intervene—Wang Chunyi brought this on himself, getting praised by the Demon Fiends and thinking he was all that.
The other Martial Kings didn’t dare step in either; they were already intimidated by Wei Fan and Feng Hua’s ruthless methods.
At this point, Wang Chunyi was doomed.
A few breaths later, Wei Fan and Feng Hua teamed up and blasted Wang Chunyi apart in mid-air, his body ripped into pieces.
Everyone stared at the pair in shock and fear—killing even the Martial Saint’s bloodline; these two either had unimaginable backing or guts as big as the sky. People like this were best left alone.
"Too bad I can’t power harvest!"
Wei Fan shook his head secretly and turned to the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King, beckoning with a crooked finger: "Come here, you damn snake. Weren’t you curious about what’s going on here? If you survive, your grandpa will tell you everything."
He was in killing mode now, who cared about relics and whatnot—he didn’t know what was hidden here, but decided to butcher some Demon Kings and power harvest first.
This sentence changed everyone’s expression entirely—no one expected Wei Fan to go after the troublemaker Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King right after killing Wang Chunyi!
"Friend, we agreed already—humans and demons mind their own business!" Yuan Lie strode forward.
Wei Fan snorted coldly. "Get lost, or you’re next!"
He swept out like a raging gale, then bolted straight at the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King.
"Can’t we just explore in peace? Must you provoke this madman!"
Feng Hua shook her head to herself. For someone like Wei Fan, running into Demon Fiends and not attacking was rare enough; she didn’t want extra complications, which was why she’d had him change his face and not make a move for now.
But these idiots insisted on courting death, coming to stir trouble.
"Whoever dares to interfere dies—we’re only here for the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King who started this!"
She shouted sharply, stomping the ground till it shook crazily as she and Wei Fan closed in on the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King from either side.
Yuan Lie’s expression flickered—there were already fewer Demon Kings than Human Race Martial Kings. If Wei Fan and Feng Hua managed to kill the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King, demons would be even worse off in the power struggle.
Just because the Human Race Martial Kings hadn’t made a move yet didn’t mean they were truly afraid.
If the balance of power tipped, these Martial Kings wouldn’t hesitate to act; whenever there was an easy advantage, anyone would jump at it.
"It was the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King who started it. Let them settle their grudge. Whoever dares interfere, don’t blame us for joining the fight!" Wu Yinghui barked, stepping forward to confront Yuan Lie.
His stance immediately prompted two more Martial Kings to unleash their energy, intimidating the Demon Kings.
Yuan Lie didn’t act in the end, deciding to wait and watch for now.
"You think this king is some ant you can squish at will?"
The Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King’s wild hair whirled, surging with an aura of utter supremacy.
Patches of black scale armor sprouted across his skin, as if he were clad in black iron.
Boom!
He only moved slightly, but the air boomed massively. His true form was a Black Flood Dragon—before entering the Wilderness, he’d already cultivated to Demon King Ninth Layer. Even though suppressed to Demon King First Layer now, he still had the qualifications to lord over his peers—he was leagues above Wang Chunyi.
Faced with Wei Fan and Feng Hua teaming up, he took the offensive, slamming out a palm into the void.
In an instant, his strength surged like a tidal wave, smashing the air into a white arc. The terrifying shockwave rippled out in all directions, forcing the weaker Martial Kings and Demon Kings to stagger back.
"This is a true mythic beast—not even comparable to those bloodline-diluted Black Lake Jiao Venerables!"
Wei Fan’s expression grew grave, feeling the overpowering strength he couldn’t match.
All this time in the Wilderness, he’d swept through his peers, undefeated, often killing above his level.
But facing the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King, he felt that, aside from his Primordial Spirit Realm, he matched up to him in nothing—cultivation technique, power, physical strength, the king excelled in all.
Boom!
The blow hit, and Wei Fan felt as if struck by a mountain—he was sent flying uncontrollably.
"Nice!"
His battle intent flared, his aura rising even higher.
In fact, this suited him—he’d always swept the competition, which had stunted the development of his Will Power. He cultivated Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations and had already evolved a golden primordial spirit; by rights, he shouldn’t be sent flying by a single palm.
But after crushing peers for so long, he’d never truly tapped into his potential.
His Will Power battered the void, stopping his retreat. Like lightning, he lunged back in.
This time, he clearly felt himself faster, and his explosive strength greater than before. He was still knocked back by the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King, barely able to get between Feng Hua and the king—but he felt a rush, his primordial spirit heating up, untapped potential gushing forth.
Boom!
His whole body thrummed, his strength surging even higher—his Will Power whipped up the void around him, twisting space.
By sheer aura, he was nearly a match for the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King.
Onlookers all changed expression; even the embattled king stole a glance midfight, face serious.
"How much untouched potential does he still have inside?" Feng Hua’s eyes glimmered.
This was rare. Normally, a martial artist’s techniques and cultivation would draw out their full potential; only those with immense potential and low-grade skills ended up in battles where they relied on battle intent to keep growing stronger.
"Of course—he broke through to Martial King under twenty, he’s got terrifying potential. But in the Wilderness, in this Land of Dao Collapse, what high-level techniques could he have accessed? The only Martial Saint technique he has was taken from the destroyed Guangling Sect."
Feng Hua quickly saw through it.
Martial Kings under twenty in this land had monstrous potential; Martial Saint techniques weren’t even enough for Wei Fan. Aside from his Saint-level Heart Method, he didn’t have a single matching martial technique. He couldn’t fully unleash his potential, forced to rely on battle intent for more power.
Boom!
This time, Wei Fan wasn’t just sent flying—both he and the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King staggered back, the fight nearly even.
The Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King looked troubled. "Who the hell are you people?"
A woman with a body equal to his was insane, considering his black dragon form was born with unmatched physical strength.
But the man, previously weaker, now used the king’s own hands to unlock his potential, and fought on equal terms.
Freaks like this couldn’t possibly be obscure nobodies.
"I’m your daddy!"
Wei Fan roared, his battle intent exploding, his power shooting up again.
He didn’t use the Sun True Flame Palm; though powerful, it wasn’t helpful in unlocking his potential.
He didn’t try his Five Emperors Fist either—he didn’t want to kill off his sharpening stone just yet, so he kept smashing away with Great Sun Shattering Fist against the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King.
Boom!
This time, he held his ground as the king was knocked back, several patches of scale armor falling from his fist.
"Kill!"
Wei Fan howled, his Will Power constantly surging, waves of potential flooding out from every pore, his strength growing ever fiercer.
His aura exploded, like an undefeated War God lording over the world, crashing down upon the Black-Scaled Flood Dragon King once more.