Chapter 391: Chapter 205: True Speed, Suppressing the Flying Tiger Venerable (Part 2)

Thud!

The Great Halberd struck down again, shattering the axe blade in front of it.

Only then did the Flying Tiger Venerable see that the person holding the Great Halberd was not Zhong Zhenyu but a cold and stern young man.

"You’re not Zhong Zhenyu. How come his Martial Venerate Divine Soldier is in your hand? Who are you?"

His anger subsided somewhat, and he became cautious.

Having a Divine Soldier is like having a second life; under normal circumstances, no one ever lends out a weapon they’ve refined for life.

Often, when a Divine Soldier appears in the hands of others, the owner has fallen.

Wei Fan slightly lifted the Great Halberd, pointing obliquely at the Flying Tiger Venerable: "He’s been slain by me, seducing and subverting the General of One Province into the Demon Dao; I’ve come to send you to meet him."

The Flying Tiger Venerable’s pupils contracted; he had fought Zhong Zhenyu for many years, and although Zhong Zhenyu wasn’t as strong as him, it was hard to kill Zhong Zhenyu.

The person before him could kill Zhong Zhenyu; even if he couldn’t kill him, maybe he wasn’t his match.

However, from the initial exchange, the opponent’s power seemed not much stronger than Zhong Zhenyu’s, perhaps even inferior.

With a quick glance, he noticed a few figures in the distance.

He didn’t recognize the others, but he did recognize Kuang Shaohua, the Commander of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

"So it was a trap!"

The Flying Tiger Venerable was somewhat reassured; during the brief clash, he had already gauged the opponent’s strength.

"My Flying Tiger Race fears nothing more than group battles!"

Just because Zhong Zhenyu could be ganged up on didn’t mean the same for him.

The Flying Tiger Race moves as fast as lightning, comparable only to the Eagle Race among birds, so they don’t fear being surrounded.

"You ruined my plans; now I’m going to kill you!"

The Flying Tiger Venerable’s aura turned violent, his Martial Venerate waves cracking the clouds. Having managed to collude with the General of One Province, their combined efforts to refine the Celestial Demon Devouring Pill had given him a chance to break through the Demon King boundary.

While he now still had a possibility of becoming a Demon King, it might take thousands more years.

His muscles surged like mountains, and the Flying Tiger Venerable’s figure vanished, with his gigantic axe slicing toward Wei Fan with a heaven-opening force.

His Cultivation Realm matched Zhong Zhenyu’s, also at the Four-Colored Golden Body Eighth Forging.

Yet as a Demon Fiend, his physique was naturally robust, with Qi Blood far surpassing the Human Race.

Thus, generally speaking, humans of the same realm couldn’t compare to Demon Fiends.

"Need a group to kill you?"

Wei Fan’s body burst forth with radiant golden light, and his skin seemed cast in gold, with a seven-colored halo weaving behind him.

The Great Halberd trembled in his hand, its sharp point ceaselessly exuding fierce glints.

Though Wei Fan hadn’t studied Halberd Technique, at his level, the distinctions between blades, spears, swords, and halberds became negligible, and the channeling of "Momentum" doesn’t require a blade.

Boom!

The Great Halberd cleaved out, clashing with the divine giant axe, with destructive ripples radiating from the two toward the heavens and earth.

The Flying Tiger Venerable only felt his divine weapon vibrating as if it would fly from his hand; the opponent’s power seemed nearly as strong as his but not much weaker.

Of course, he wasn’t focused on these things now; his eyes were fixed intently on the seven-colored halo that emerged from the intertwined golden glow.

"Seven-Colored Golden Body!"

The Flying Tiger Venerable gasped; this was indeed a true peerless prodigy.

Despite being at the Golden Body Third Forging in cultivation, Wei Fan could match a Four-Colored Eight-Forged Golden Body Demon Venerable.

"You’re stronger than Zhong Zhenyu; I hope you last longer!"

Wei Fan swung the Great Halberd in a circle, beginning a rapid collision with the Flying Tiger Venerable.

In an instant, the sky was filled with halberd shadows and axe shadows.

"Comparing endurance and stamina with me? The Flying Tiger Race has never lost!"

After trading ten blows, the Flying Tiger Venerable felt he could kill to his heart’s content, as the giant axe slashed heavier and heavier, sparking like stars against the Great Halberd.

"I will kill you!"

After fifty strikes, a notch appeared on his divine axe blade, and he couldn’t help but feel heartache; this lifelong-refined Divine Soldier, damaged, would be nearly impossible to restore.

If nothing unexpected happens, he might have to wield a damaged Divine Soldier for centuries in battle.

Meanwhile, he felt his Golden Body heating up; Wei Fan became fiercer with each fight, his power seemingly endless, remaining at peak condition.

"Roar... Still want to keep fighting? We’ll just continue until no one can take down the other; maybe it’s better to stop here."

After a hundred exchanges, the Flying Tiger Venerable felt a sense of fear.

His divine weapon dimmed, its divinity weakening rapidly, and the axe blade was now notched like a saw; if they kept fighting, this thousand-year-refined Divine Soldier would become scrap metal.

"Continue; I’m not satisfied yet!"

Wei Fan swung the Great Halberd wildly, his battle intent soaring, unconcerned with endurance or power; the Flying Tiger Venerable surpasses Zhong Zhenyu, enough for a satisfying kill.

The Great Halberd wasn’t his Divine Soldier anyway; if it broke, it broke.

After another hundred exchanges, the Great Halberd and the giant axe exploded simultaneously, scattering scrap metal with no divinity everywhere.

In an instant, the aura around Wei Fan and the Flying Tiger Venerable dropped, returning to normal state.

The Flying Tiger Venerable was briefly stunned: "You destroyed my Divine Soldier!"

A lifelong-refined Divine Soldier is nearly a second life; without it, his strength was permanently reduced by half.

Refining a similar weapon again, even if he was a Demon Venerable, would take four to five hundred years.

"Roar!"

His eyes reddened instantly, launching a frenzied assault on Wei Fan, striking at Wei Fan’s head with both palms.

"So what if I destroyed your Divine Soldier; I’m going to kill you!"

Wei Fan’s fist vibrated as the Great Sun Shattering Fist drove forward like a blazing sun toward the Flying Tiger Venerable’s palms.

Whoosh!

Yet, as soon as fist met palm, he saw a golden wing sprout from the Flying Tiger Venerable’s ribs, exuding an infinitely sharp aura, slashing at his chest like a Celestial Saber.

"Beware of his wings, don’t resist head-on!"

Kuang Shaohua shouted from afar; he knew the terror of the Flying Tiger Venerable’s wings.

"Retreat!"

Wei Fan sidestepped, allowing the golden wings to slash through thin air, leveling the distant mountaintop.

"The wings’ power is no weaker than his Divine Soldiers!"

On the golden wings, each feather emitted a chilling light, akin to a set of sharp swords.

Wings of the Flying Tiger Race are not just for flying but are also their strongest weapon.

"Die! You’ve destroyed my Divine Soldier; only your life can provide compensation. Eating your Seven-Colored Golden Body might allow me to evolve into a Demon King without needing the Celestial Demon Devouring Pill!"

The Flying Tiger Venerable’s aura turned violent as another wing extended from under his ribs like scissors to cut Wei Fan, all while his palms kept striking toward Wei Fan’s head.

He had consumed true prodigious humans and knew their benefits.

Wei Fan’s figure soared, and two terrifying saber shadows swept across, flattening several mountain peaks.

His flesh shuddered, his boundless Qi Blood converged into a great sun, and he launched it from afar, forcing the Flying Tiger Venerable’s wings back and plucking several feathers.

In the next moment, his body transformed into an afterimage, appearing behind the Flying Tiger Venerable again to unleash another punch.

Thud!

The Flying Tiger Venerable’s figure shattered; it turned out only to be a residual shadow.

"I’ve told you, my Flying Tiger Race is unmatched in speed!"

The Flying Tiger Venerable’s voice echoed from another location, his figure appearing at Wei Fan’s side, striking with a palm.

Wei Fan struck backhanded; as they clashed, he sought another engagement. The Flying Tiger Venerable’s wings quivered, allowing him to reappear elsewhere in a blink: "Your speed is inferior to mine; prepare to die!"

"Speed, eh... Don’t you know what true speed is?"

The Flying Tiger Venerable appeared behind Wei Fan again, delivering a palm strike.

In the next instant, the Wei Fan he saw directly vanished, his palm landing in empty air!

"So fast that I couldn’t see?"

The Flying Tiger Venerable’s pupils contracted; how fast must one be to become invisible even to a Golden Body Eighth-Forged Demon Venerable?

"I’m right behind you?"

Wei Fan’s voice echoed behind him; the Flying Tiger Venerable turned to look but saw only emptiness, as if Wei Fan had disappeared from the real world.

The Flying Tiger Venerable shouted: "What kind of Martial Arts is this; how can you be so fast!"

Wei Fan’s speed unnerved him, as he couldn’t even see a shadow.

In the next moment, he felt a sting in his ribs, a powerful hand gripping his wings, as if intending to uproot them entirely.

"He wants to remove my wings!"

Instantly, the Flying Tiger Venerable understood Wei Fan’s intention.