Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting-Chapter 247 - 135: You Dare Compare Divine Soldiers With Me? Making a Wedding Dress for Another

Chapter 247: Chapter 135: You Dare Compare Divine Soldiers With Me? Making a Wedding Dress for Another

Finger power exploded, leaving cracks all over Fu Shizheng’s chest; under the will power, the wound was slowly healing.

"Bastard!"

He roared angrily, his figure in a sorry state.

He knew that his heart spirit had been disturbed by the martial arts Wei Fan had integrated into his divine soul, leading to such quick injury.

Amidst the roar, his gaze became determined: "I can’t let you live!"

Regardless of any treasure, with Wei Fan’s monstrous performance, today’s matter must be resolved.

After all, he was a grandmaster. Once he adjusted his mindset, his momentum changed dramatically, and a look of resilience appeared in his eyes.

Now it was no longer about snatching treasures, but about eliminating a formidable enemy with boundless potential. Forgetting the issue of the treasure, Fu Shizheng’s battle intent soared.

"Void-Shattering Sun Palm!"

He struck once more at Wei Fan, the essence qi of heaven and earth continuously surging into his palm, the fierce palm momentum unstoppable.

It must be said, the true intent of the Void-Shattering Sun Palm was much like the Great Sun Shattering Fist, regardless of what lay ahead, all effort was put into striking forth.

The surrounding earth shattered, countless tall trees uprooted by the gale.

Wei Fan’s Great Sun True Intent manifested, his spiritual soul illusion opened its eyes, and the terrifying high temperature ignited the tall trees that had been torn from the ground.

He still unleashed a Great Sun Shattering Fist, without even choosing another spot, directly clashing forcefully with Fu Shizheng.

The fiery red Great Sun shattered against the palm, forcefully colliding with Fu Shizheng’s hand.

A pained expression appeared on his face, true power surged through his body, borrowing force to drift backward.

In a battle of fists and feet, he confirmed he could not outmatch Wei Fan.

Wei Fan’s physical body was no weaker than his own; though his will power was inferior, the opponent’s fist technique, step technique, and finger technique had all been integrated into his divine soul, covering up this shortcoming.

He slapped the gourd at his waist, and a glittering gold divine soldier appeared in his hand, looking at Wei Fan with a cold gaze: "In the eyes of the world, Fu Shizheng’s palm technique is unmatched; his Void-Shattering Sun Palm is rarely met with an equal.

But little do they know that my true strength lies in my swordsmanship!

It’s just that those who have seen my swordsmanship are all dead!"

With the sword in hand, his demeanor was soaring with confidence, his entire being emitting an unparalleled keenis; the surrounding rocks were sliced open by invisible sword qi, splitting with a squelching sound.

The rising dust around him, affected by his aura, formed numerous rapiers in mid-air.

Wei Fan halted his steps, nodding lightly: "You are deceitful and insidious; even your colleagues of several decades don’t know the Yellow Dragon Spear belongs to you. Having some hidden tricks is understandable.

Impressive swordsmanship, how do you have the gall to speak so confidently about such deceitful things?"

Fu Shizheng’s face darkened, wasn’t this guy supposed to be an accident? At this moment, he’s still trying to undermine my confidence.

Only to hear Wei Fan’s tone shift: "However, if your swordsmanship is that great, have you forgotten that my saber technique is not to be underestimated either!"

Fu Shizheng’s expression slightly changed, finally remembering that Wei Fan’s strength lay not in fists and feet, but in saber technique.

During Acupoint Realm, he had achieved Sword Intent Perfection, and by the third and fourth layers of Celestial Being, he had grasped the ultimate power of a Celestial Martial Artist, "momentum," his fame largely built on horrifying saber technique talent rather than Horizontal Cultivation of Innate body refining cultivation.

With his monstrosity, he likely already integrated saber techniques into his divine soul, and perhaps even perfected sword momentum.

However, though startled, he was not panicked because he still had an advantage: "Your saber technique is formidable, but for a Divine Realm Martial Sect, the determining factor beyond martial techniques and divine souls is divine soldiers.

You can instantly integrate a martial art into your divine soul, but can you instantly refine a divine soldier?"

The importance of divine soldiers is no less than the cultivation of a divine soul.

In the time of a Divine Realm Martial Sect, it could be said that a third was spent refining divine soldiers, and the remaining time was for enhancing cultivation, refining the body, and training martial techniques. Refining a divine soldier was the most critical step.

For once a divine soldier is refined, one’s strength nearly doubles instantaneously.

No matter how good Wei Fan’s comprehension is, it is of no use; divine soldiers require time to refine, unrelated to talent.

"If the Yellow Dragon Spear were still in your hand, you might have some opportunity. Now, what will you use to block my divine soldier?"

Fu Shizheng activated the divine soldier in his hand, unleashing terrifying ripples, his whole momentum instantly doubling. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

He remained on guard, absolutely not allowing Wei Fan a chance to regain the Yellow Dragon Spear.

Wei Fan raised an eyebrow: "Are you comparing divine soldier levels with me? Who told you divine soldiers must be self-refined?"

Fu Shizheng’s divine soldier was only elementary, the same as Situ Feng’s, barely reaching that level.

He slapped the gourd at his waist, producing the purple Tiger Soul Saber.

With true power and heart spirit infusing it, the next moment, a terrifying divine soldier ripple felt as if it was about to tear the heavens apart, the earth splitting into powder.

"Middle-Level Divine Soldier?"

Fu Shizheng’s scalp tingled, and even his voice slightly changed.

That day, when he, Black Python Demon Lord, and White Ape Demon Monarch joined forces, originally to kill Situ Feng, it was the middle-level divine soldier of Long Jianying that ultimately drove them back.

Looking at the elementary divine soldier in his hand, Fu Shizheng only felt like a beggar showing off a copper plate to a wealthy person.

"No wonder Jia An failed even with the Yellow Dragon Spear; it turns out you have such a divine soldier on you...."

Jia An was the masked man he sent, and he had been puzzled about how Wei Fan had killed Jia An. Seeing the Tiger Soul Saber, he understood why Jia An had failed.

Fu Shizheng trembled, the elementary divine soldier in his hand like a joke.

Even the distant Long Xueyi couldn’t bear to watch this scene.

To actually compete with Wei Fan in divine soldiers.

This guy still had an even more terrifying Great Golden Bell on him.