Wei Fan charged forward, bathing in the Demon Blood of He Ji Yun.
"Boom!"
Behind him, He Ji Yun suddenly exploded, shattered bones and feathers flying everywhere, like a blood-stained snowstorm in the sky.
With just two moves, He Ji Yun of the Profound Crane Sect, the Saint King level Bai He, was slain on the spot, leaving no corpse behind, not even enough time to scream.
Wei Fan's hair was wild and unruly, clad in Dao Golden Armor, like a War God rampaging through the world. In an instant, silence fell in every direction, as everyone was stunned by his overbearing and unmatched strength.
"He Ji Yun died just like that..."
Ouyang Bolun, Yuan Jiuling, and other Saint King powerhouses were hair-raised, knowing Wei Fan was strong, but never expecting him to be this strong, able to kill a Demon Race Saint King powerhouse in just two moves, almost like a normal Great Saint.
