Chapter 401: Chapter 210: Chilled to the Bone, Sweeping Away Prisoner Dragon Stronghold, Divinity-Sealing Seal_2

"Did you forget about me?"

Wei Fan used the Illusion Moon Body Technique, leaving behind afterimages in the void and instantly appearing beside a Dragon Head of the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold.

"No..."

Amidst a heart-wrenching wail, a flash of golden sword light sliced through the air. The Dragon Head of the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold was split in half as if chopped like firewood, and his two halves fell powerlessly from the sky.

[Killed a Dragon Head of the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold, gained 20,000 years of Ordinary Power, 30 years of Spirit Soul Power]

[Ordinary Power: 51,000 years]

[Golden Body Power: 160 years]

Wu Qiulong and his men felt their scalps go numb, a chill running down their spines.

This was the power of a top-level Martial Venerate Divine Soldier. The golden body of a Martial Venerable powerhouse that could be preserved for thousands of years was sliced open as if cutting through tofu.

"You beast! When did the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold ever offend you that you have to kill so many of us?"

One of the Dragon Heads, eyes bloodshot, broke away from the battle array and charged at Wei Fan.

"Idiot, get back!"

Wu Qiulong’s expression changed dramatically as he cursed aloud.

"You’ve been killing and looting all around. How many people have died at the hands of the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold over these years? Yet when I kill a few of yours, you can’t take it?"

Wei Fan swung his sword, slicing the man and the Martial Venerate Divine Soldier in half.

Anger could increase the strength of a Martial Venerable, but it was not enough to bridge the gap between him and Wei Fan.

[Killed a Dragon Head of the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold, gained 20,000 years of Ordinary Power, 40 years of Spirit Soul Power]

[Ordinary Power: 71,000 years]

[Golden Body Power: 200 years]

This man only exploded with forty years of Golden Body Power.

In fact, all of these Martial Venerables in the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold were only of the third or fourth forging of the Golden Body, not very strong.

Originally, they had two Martial Venerables of the seventh or eighth forging of the Golden Body, but at Bibo Lake, they were caught by Zhou Hu and blown up by that mysterious woman with one palm each.

"Third Brother, what the hell are you waiting for? Waiting for Wei Fan to kill us all?"

Wu Qiulong’s blood pressure surged in a wave, but in just a moment, of the four Martial Venerate Dragon Heads who came out with him, only two were left.

Even at this point, the idiot Third Brother hadn’t activated the Grand Array.

"Boom..."

Following Wu Qiulong’s words, the mountains below started to shake, and a stronghold hidden among the mountains appeared.

The stronghold was not large, about two or three thousand square meters, with few people, even less than a hundred.

Of course, the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold, a bandit nest that robs major sects, would not recruit just anyone like ordinary bandits do. Without the power of a Celestial Martial Artist, one was unqualified to become a member of the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold.

At this moment, a Great Seal was floating above the stronghold, connected to the surrounding mountains, earth veins, and the people in the stronghold, exuding a terrifying aura.

"Kill him!"

Wu Qiulong roared, teaming up with the remaining two Martial Venerate Dragon Heads to strike at Wei Fan.

At the same time, the Great Seal floated in the air, sending out terrifying waves as it came crashing down.

"Finally, everything has appeared!"

A frightening chill emanated from Wei Fan’s eyes. This day, he had come with the intention of wiping out the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold.

Now that the lair of the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold had emerged, there was no need for any further entanglement.

In the next moment, his figure vanished from the spot, completely disappearing.

Wu Qiulong’s pupils contracted, "Gone?"

"Ah..."

Horrifying screams sounded from behind. Wu Qiulong quickly turned around and saw Wei Fan, who had disappeared, reappear behind, slicing a Dragon Head in half with one swing.

"Beast!"

Wu Qiulong couldn’t tell if he was driven by rage or fear. He was utterly furious, swinging his large club fiercely at Wei Fan.

He hadn’t even realized how Wei Fan disappeared and reappeared; it meant that if Wei Fan had targeted him earlier, he would also have been split open with a single slice.

Such a frightening body technique, as if a ghost moving unpredictably, filled him with dread.

Yet, as he swung his club, he hit nothing. Wei Fan vanished again from sight.

In another moment, Wei Fan appeared behind the last Martial Venerate Dragon Head, Meng Guangfeng, and chopped him down with a single strike.

In an instant, the four Martial Venerate Dragon Heads that Wu Qiulong had brought with him were all dead, leaving only himself.

"Run!"

His entire body trembled, teeth chattering. The fear of death finally made this bandit leader lose his nerve, as Wei Fan was truly unleashing his fury, slaughtering the Martial Venerables one-sidedly.

"Run for what? You don’t want the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill anymore? Didn’t you say that only one between the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold and I could survive?"

As soon as he turned, Wei Fan’s chilling voice, as if an ice cellar, sounded in his ears, accompanied by terrifying waves.

Wu Qiulong tried desperately to evade, simultaneously sweeping his large club behind him.

Splutter!

A flash of golden sword light, although he dodged the critical hit, one of his arms was severed, with golden blood gushing out crazily.

"Hmph..."

He couldn’t help but let out a painful grunt, his face ashen, his entire heart spirit completely enveloped by the shadow of death.

"Third Brother, what the hell are you doing!"

He yelled, realizing that running would only lead to a quicker death. Deciding to fight with all he had left, he turned to engage in battle with Wei Fan using his remaining hand.

"Big Brother, I can’t lock him down, he’s too fast!"

The voice of the Third Brother from the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold echoed, not that he hadn’t put in the effort but because Wei Fan’s elusive unpredictability left even Wu Qiulong helpless. How was he supposed to lock onto and attack Wei Fan?

That terrifying Great Seal spun a few circles in the void, shaking the heavens, yet it couldn’t even touch the hem of Wei Fan’s clothes.

With clenched teeth, Wu Qiulong threw away his large club and lunged at Wei Fan, "Let’s die together!"

He attempted to grab Wei Fan.

But before his eyes, it was as if he caught at thin air.

Boom!

The next moment, the Great Seal came down, smashing his skull open, leaving his primordial spirit nearly shattered.

Wei Fan couldn’t help but laugh, "This is what you call dying together!"

The Third Brother clearly misjudged the situation, not realizing that Wu Qiulong hadn’t grabbed Wei Fan before dropping the Great Seal, almost killing Wu Qiulong instead.

He too was ferocious, knowing it was certain death, trying to take Wei Fan with him, but if Wei Fan didn’t want to get close, he had no chance at all.

In midair, Wu Qiulong’s body was reeling.

His head had been smashed open by the Great Seal; though his primordial spirit wasn’t broken, it was attacked by a force, leaving him unresponsive for a long time.

The sword light flashed past, and Wei Fan split his primordial spirit, sending him completely on his way.

"This Great Seal seems to be different!"

He noticed that until the end, Wu Qiulong remained in a hazy state, as if his primordial spirit lost its external senses.

"This Great Seal can’t be touched!"

Wu Qiulong tried desperately to hold him in a joint death, clearly believing the Great Seal could kill him.

[Killed Wu Qiulong, gained 20,000 years of Ordinary Power, 90 years of Golden Body Power]

[Ordinary Power: 131,000 years]

[Golden Body Power: 350 years]

The Ordinary Power once again exceeded 100,000 years, and the Golden Body Power reached 350 years—this feeling of wiping them all out at once felt great.

"Big Brother!"

Seeing even Wu Qiulong dead, the Third Brother of the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold went mad and once again controlled the Great Seal to strike at Wei Fan.

The Great Seal rapidly enlarged in the air, in a blink of an eye becoming as huge as a mountain, emitting an aura that oppressed one’s primordial spirit, making Wei Fan feel that both his primordial spirit and power flow were somewhat hindered.

This thing was indeed strange, unlike a Martial Venerate Divine Soldier, as its aura wasn’t the same as a Martial Venerate Divine Soldier.

But however strange it was, it was worthless if it couldn’t hit its target.

Within him, the Human King Bell flashed, immediately isolating the oppressive aura, allowing his primordial spirit and power flow to resume smoothly.

In the next moment, his figure flickered, escaping the range of the Great Seal’s suppression.

Rumble...

The Great Seal smashed into a mountaintop, flattening the small mountain and pounding it into the ground.

"How can you not be affected by the Divinity-Sealing Seal?"

The Third Brother controlling the Great Seal exhibited an incredulous expression, utterly astonished at how Wei Fan escaped the Seal’s restraint.

Before, he hadn’t utilized this ability of the Great Seal because it suppressed everything indiscriminately, including Wu Qiulong. But Wei Fan seemed completely unaffected.

"Divinity-Sealing Seal, huh? Sounds impressive!"

Wei Fan’s figure flickered, and before the Great Seal could return, he descended from the sky, striking down towards the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold with a slash.

In an instant, a hundred-zhang-long sword aura manifested in the void, descending with unmatched momentum.

"Not good!"

"Run quickly!"

"The Prisoner Dragon Stronghold is finished!"

...

A frenzy of panic-stricken screams erupted from within the Prisoner Dragon Stronghold. Some frantically channeled power into the array to reinforce the barrier above the stronghold, while others fled from their positions, desperately trying to escape the Grand Array.