Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

Chapter 501 - 283: I Was Too Impulsive—Killing the Guangling Sect Saint Master

In the sky, Murong Hua’s aura surged, and the terrifying momentum made the mountains below tremble.

With a face full of mockery, he looked at Wei Fan: "You want to flatten Guangling Sect, want to kill me. How will you kill? Do you know what a Holy Sect is? Today, I will show you the invincible prestige of the Holy Sect."

As he spoke, a silver-white long sword appeared in his hand, emitting a dazzling light.

The Holy Soldier of Guangling Sect, the first treasure of the sect, and the foundation of Guangling Sect overlooking the wilderness for two thousand years, even during the era of Xuanyuan Peak’s strength, because of the Holy Soldier’s existence, they did not dare to move against Guangling Sect.

"Since the Battle of the Fallen Saint, for two thousand years, you are the first to die under our Guangling Sect’s Holy Soldier, even in death you are enough to go down in history!"

As power was injected, the Divine Soldier erupted in brilliant light, and the terrifying weapon waves swept the heavens and earth, evaporating the clouds in the sky, revealing the azure sky.

The Holy Soldier’s appearance can destroy the heavens, this is no empty boast. In Wei Fan’s sight, mountains collapsed and quickly disintegrated.

Under its supreme waves, originally a vibrant green world, all flowers, grass, and trees rapidly lost their life force, turning into dust and disappearing.

You must know, this is merely the power of the Holy Soldier stimulated by a Martial King, which cannot exert even one percent of its full power. If a true Martial Saint were to wield it, the power would be unimaginable.

Boom!

In the infinite deep space, Qi Daozhen’s Dao seemed shaken by the awakening of the Holy Soldier, quivering slightly.

"The Holy Soldier is indeed unfathomable in power!"

Wei Fan merely felt it briefly and knew that even if he were ten times stronger, he wouldn’t be a match for the Holy Soldier; such waves are earth-shattering, like a Martial Saint reborn.

In fact, Divine Soldiers are originally a "copy" of the martial artist, containing all the martial paths of the one who refined them; the strength of a Divine Soldier depends not only on its level but also on the one who refines it.

"Just a Martial King Third Layer, can you truly wield the Holy Soldier?"

Wei Fan’s gaze swept past, revealing Murong Hua with a strained expression, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead, his face pale.

Though the Holy Soldier is strong, it cannot be wielded at will; this weapon, almost equal to a Martial Saint in power, is challenging even for a Martial King Ninth Layer to wield, let alone someone like Murong Hua at the Martial King Third Layer.

At this moment, he is like a three-year-old child wielding a knife to kill, unable to control the Holy Soldier at will; he almost can’t grasp the Holy Soldier anymore, feeling like the weapon is as heavy as the Eternal Divine Mountain, about to slip from his hand.

This is only what Wei Fan saw on the surface; the real situation is that the Holy Soldier is not only absorbing Murong Hua’s power but also wildly draining his lifespan, his life force.

In just an instant, it sucked away over a hundred years of his lifespan.

If he could freely wield the Holy Soldier without a price, he would have taken it down the mountain to kill Wei Fan long ago.

"Enough to kill you!"

Murong Hua’s refined face twisted into a sinister expression, even if he can kill Wei Fan, it comes at a great cost, possibly affecting his breakthrough to Martial Saint after this Dao Collapse.

He struggled to wield the Holy Soldier towards Wei Fan, as dreadful waves swept like sky collapse and earth shatter.

"Forgot to tell you, I too have a Holy Soldier..." Wei Fan revealed a mischievous smile.

These words froze Murong Hua’s sinister expression instantly.

Wei Fan also has a Holy Soldier?

How could that be, the wilderness has only three known Holy Soldiers, one in Guangling Sect, one in Profound Crane Sect, and the Holy Soldier of the Celestial Desolation Empire’s Saint Master is with Wei Zhenwu. How could a fourth Divine Soldier appear in the wilderness!

The next moment, boundless golden light burst from Wei Fan, releasing a brilliance more dazzling than the scorching sun.

"Buzz buzz..."

"Moo..."

"Roar..."

Simultaneously, amidst the trembling voices, the sound of Tiger Roar and Dragon’s Chant emanated from Wei Fan’s body!

"Holy Soldier?"

Murong Hua’s pupils shrank, seeing a gigantic Golden Bell emerging from Wei Fan, blocking all the Holy Soldier waves.

Clang!

The deafening sound of the bell rang out, the inverted Golden Bell spinning swiftly outside Wei Fan, with Tiger Roar and Dragon’s Chant, and the Three-legged Golden Crow spreading its wings to soar.

The most eye-catching was a golden lightning symbol, emitting world-destroying violent aura.

"Blocked it, this kid wasn’t bluffing, he indeed has a Holy Soldier!"

From afar, Gao Wanfu showed a look of surprise.

When the Holy Soldier waves swept towards Wei Fan, his heart leapt into his throat, fearing Wei Fan might be wiped out by just one wave.

"Golden Bell? When did the wilderness have such a Holy Soldier, how have I never heard of it!"

Along with surprise, Gao Wanfu also felt puzzled, Holy Soldiers aren’t roadside stones, one cannot casually have an extra one, each Holy Soldier is a segment of legend, impossible to have one without a backstory.

"That’s not a Holy Soldier, what is it really?"

Gao Wanfu couldn’t distinguish the difference between the Golden Bell on Wei Fan and the Holy Soldier in his hand, but he could see.

Although Wei Fan’s Golden Bell blocked his Holy Soldier’s strike, its aura was completely different, simply put, the Holy Soldier seemed like the revival of Guangling Sect’s Martial Saint Ancestor, while Wei Fan’s Golden Bell felt more like an inanimate weapon.

"You’ve already unleashed a strike, now taste the power of my weapon!"

With Wei Fan’s chant, the Human Emperor Bell’s light surged again, the bell’s body transformed into tens of zhang tall, its powerful aura overwhelming, suppressing the waves from Murong Hua’s Holy Soldier.

"Not good..."

Murong Hua’s scalp tingled, his entire body shrouded in the shadow of death. The Golden Bell on Wei Fan was clearly both offensive and defensive, while his Holy Soldier lacked defensive capabilities. If the two Holy Soldiers collided, he feared he would be shaken to death.

Most importantly, the fluctuations emitted by that Golden Bell were noticeably stronger than his Holy Soldier, so he would inevitably suffer in the confrontation.

He desperately channeled all his remaining power into the Holy Soldier, even going so far as to burn his own lifespan, because he felt that if he couldn’t block it, he might die.

"Wei Fan, I was too impulsive. It was all a misunderstanding. We can turn hostility into friendship. From now on, the Guangling Sect will no longer oppose you and can even help fight against the Demon Fiends!"

As he activated the Holy Soldier, he attempted to reconcile with Wei Fan.

Seeing that the Dao Collapse was about to end and the Wilderness was about to return to normal, he really didn’t want to die at this moment.

He still wanted to achieve the Martial King Peak and break through to the Martial Saint Realm. If he had known that Wei Fan also possessed a Holy Soldier, he would never have been so impulsive.

"Wei Fan hasn’t even made a move, and this old fart Murong Hua is already begging for mercy?" Gao Wanfu looked on, dumbfounded.

Wei Fan remained unmoved: "You were so arrogant, and now you want peace? Simple, just take a hit from my Human Emperor Bell, and if you survive, then we’ll talk!"

With a thought, the golden lightning symbols became ferocious, with arcs of electricity crackling aloud.

The next moment, a massive golden lightning bolt struck out, as if it were going to pierce through the void itself.

In an instant, the violent aura swept across the heavens and the earth, mutually annihilating the fluctuations emitted by the Holy Soldier.

Rumble...

Huge lightning streaked across the sky, the dazzling electric light too intense to look at directly. It resembled a thunder dragon baring its claws, raging wildly as it struck toward Murong Hua.

Gao Wanfu gasped: "Golden lightning, whose Holy Soldier is this? Why does it look so similar to the Protective Golden Bell cultivated from the Golden Bell Shield?"

After observing for a long time, he felt that the Golden Bell on Wei Fan was very familiar, almost identical to the Golden Bell cultivated from True Qi Martial Arts Golden Bell Shield.

The only difference was that the Golden Bell cultivated from the Golden Bell Shield did not have lightning symbols, nor did it have the Three-legged Golden Crow, or Dragon and Tiger elements.

"No!"

Murong Hua’s scalp tingled as he struggled to lift his Holy Soldier to cleave the golden lightning.

All his power surged desperately, his lifespan crazily burning to activate the Holy Soldier. In an instant, some of his hair turned white, and a few more wrinkles appeared on his face.

The Holy Soldier emitted terrifying fluctuations to slash through the golden lightning, but it was no use. The ferocious golden lightning exploded instantly, engulfing Murong Hua completely.

Boom...

After a puff of green smoke rose, the colossal lightning continued to strike forward, dissipating into the void after traveling several miles.

There was no trace of Murong Hua at the original site; the golden lightning had turned him into charcoal, evaporating him.

He didn’t even have time to scream; he was already annihilated, both in form and spirit, leaving only the silver Holy Soldier Longsword to fall powerlessly from the void.

"The Saint Master of the Guangling Sect is dead. He came down the mountain wielding a Holy Soldier to kill Wei Fan, but was slain by Wei Fan!"

Gao Wanfu’s eyes were filled with shock, his heart tumultuous.

Initially, he was just angry and had said Wei Fan should kill Murong Hua, because even with a Holy Soldier, Wei Fan could at most contend with Murong Hua, perhaps even dangerously so.

Who would have thought Wei Fan would really use the Holy Soldier to take down Murong Hua, and judging by Wei Fan’s demeanor, he seemed utterly unaffected.

"The Wilderness is about to change!"

An indescribable shock filled Gao Wanfu’s heart, immediately followed by exhilaration.

If Wei Fan could kill Murong Hua, who wielded a Holy Soldier, he could naturally kill the Saint Master of the Profound Crane Sect. The so-called Holy Sect would no longer be untouchable for Wei Fan.

Given Wei Fan’s personality, he would surely annihilate the Guangling Sect and Profound Crane Sect.

Once these two Holy Sects were eradicated, the Wilderness would belong to the Human Race, and he never imagined the day of the Human Race sweeping away the Demon Fiends would come so quickly.

[Slaying Murong Hua, gained 100,000 years of Ordinary Power, 300 years of Martial King’s Power]

[Ordinary Power: 360,000 years]

[Martial King’s Power: 300 years]

The Golden Bell retracted, disappearing into his body, as Wei Fan dashed over and grabbed the Holy Soldier of the Guangling Sect into his hand.

The turbulent waves of energy calmed, leaving behind a devastated land.

"Holy Soldier!"

Wei Fan glanced at the Longsword in his hand. Without the master’s activation, the Holy Soldier became ordinary.

He didn’t attempt to channel power into it, as Murong Hua’s cultivation of the Martial King Third Layer and practice of Martial Saint Technique could only activate the Holy Soldier for one strike. The rest relied on burning lifespan, and his power was insufficient for the Holy Soldier to consume.

Gao Wanfu flew over, his face full of shock: "What do we do next?"

Wei Fan looked up in the direction Murong Hua came from: "The Guangling Sect colluded with the Demon Fiends and betrayed the Human Race. They have no reason to exist anymore."

Destroy the Guangling Sect!

Gao Wanfu showed an expression of excitement. The Martial Kings of their Demon Hunter Organization had long been anticipating this day.

"Great, destroy the Holy Sect. I never thought I would live to participate in such a momentous feat!"

Gao Wanfu let out a long howl, and with Wei Fan, transformed into streams of light and disappeared into the horizon.