Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

Chapter 511 - 293: No Honor in Battle, King’s Soldier Chariot

Wei Fan let out a loud roar, his voice resounding across the sky like rolling thunder.

The distance was too great; even if he acted now, it would be difficult to injure the Golden Little Lion King.

"After this is over, upgrade the Jiaolong Sunset Bow to a Martial King Artifact!"

Though he could see Elder Gongyang and the Golden Little Lion King, in reality, they were still tens of kilometers apart.

It’s not that his power can’t reach that far, but over such a distance, the power extended would mean nothing to the Golden Little Lion King of Demon King Third Layer.

"Threaten this king?"

The Golden Little Lion King stood on the chariot, coldly gazing over.

He was tall and robust, his aura boiling, and the chariot beneath him sped across the heavens, emanating a sound akin to thunder.

Boom!

Upon hearing Wei Fan’s words, he slapped out a large golden hand in the void, aiming to crush Elder Gongyang in it, not paying heed to Wei Fan’s words.

Who is he?

He is the Little Lion King of the Golden Lion Race, offspring of the Demon Saint; outside of this desolate land, few dare speak such words to him, yet people in this godforsaken wilderness dare threaten him.

"This king shall kill him first, then you. I haven’t tasted Martial King flesh for a long time!"

The golden hand emitted terrifying waves, rubbing against the air with deafening sounds, swatting Elder Gongyang like a fly, shattering the domain he barely held together.

"Pfft..."

Elder Gongyang coughed up blood, his body nearly flattened, countless bones snapped in an instant, and flew towards Wei Fan like a speeding ball.

"Unexpectedly survived, damn Dao Collapse!"

The Golden Little Lion King frowned; outside, a Martial King Second Layer would be easily crushed by a finger, yet within the Land of Dao Collapse, a full-force palm couldn’t kill.

He refrained from attacking again, for two approaching Human Race Martial Kings were nearby. The man was merely Martial King First Layer — unworthy of note, but the woman emitted Martial King Third Layer aura, making him wary.

"They must be from the outside too!"

The Golden Little Lion King instantly guessed Feng Hua’s identity; in the wilderness, no female Martial King Third Layer was known, thus she, like him, must be from beyond the wilderness.

"Hall Master..."

Wei Fan dashed like lightning, catching Elder Gongyang.

Though alive, Elder Gongyang was half-dead, riddled with cracks, his organs held together by force alone, his Primordial Spirit wounded.

Yet for a Martial King powerhouse, such injuries, while severe, allowed for recovery as long as death was not immediate.

"This old man ultimately escaped death; it seems the heavens aren’t ready to claim me!"

Elder Gongyang grimly laughed, his power surging to begin healing.

With Wei Fan’s presence, safety was ensured. Despite the sudden appearance of a Third Layer Demon King, Elder Gongyang knew that Wei Fan had previously slain the Holy Sect of Profound Crane’s Saint Master wielding a Holy Soldier in conjunction with the Demon Saint Array. The Golden Little Lion King had no chance.

"Leave him to you; when I encountered this beast, it killed many of our Human Race warriors. Don’t let it go!"

"Rest assured, Hall Master, this beast won’t survive!"

Wei Fan nodded, turned to Feng Hua: "Please take care of the Hall Master; I will personally butcher this beast!"

Cold-faced, he entrusted Elder Gongyang to Feng Hua!

For hundreds of thousands of years guarding the Human Race and intimidating Demon Kings is something he couldn’t do, but he profoundly admired people like Elder Gongyang. The pitiful state of Elder Gongyang ignited his murderous intent, threatening to freeze the void.

"His injuries aren’t too severe!"

Feng Hua flicked her wrist, revealing a verdant elixir radiating rich Life Force, offering it to Elder Gongyang: "Take it, and you’ll soon recover."

"Thank you, young lady!" Elder Gongyang accepted and swallowed it, his injuries visibly healing swiftly.

The Golden Little Lion King squinted: "Being able to produce such an elixir, you must be a master from outside. Who are you?"

The Wilderness lacked many legacies capable of aiding Martial King powerhouses; no elixir recipes, nor spirit medicines for them.

"I’m not interested in telling a dead man my name!"

Feng Hua glanced at the Golden Little Lion King, retreating with Elder Gongyang.

Since Wei Fan declared he would personally slay the Golden Little Lion King, she had no intention of intervening — eager to see what methods Wei Fan had to eliminate the two major Holy Sects in the wilderness.

Upon hearing this, the Golden Little Lion King’s eyes gleamed: "You claim this Martial King First Layer can kill me? I am the Golden Little Lion King! Do you not know me?"

"Soon, you’ll become a braised lion’s head!" Feng Hua remained unfazed.

The Golden Little Lion King’s golden mane danced wildly, driving the chariot to fury across the heavens: "Mere Martial Kings from the Land of Dao Collapse, I’ll devour him first, then capture you for interrogation."

The chariot emitted dazzling light, almost appearing alive, threatening to rend the heavens.

In an instant, a wave from the King’s Soldier spread, altering the colors of heaven and earth.

The chariot beneath him was indeed a Holy Soldier of Martial King Level, and Wei Fan realized the outside world’s terror — a mere chariot was a King-Level Divine Soldier.

Thus, indicating the terrifying status of the Golden Little Lion King; even outside, not every Martial King possessed such a chariot, for using such items without appropriate identity risked quick demise.

Rumble...

At the same time, the Golden Little Lion King stood on the war chariot, delivering a punch through the air aimed at Wei Fan, intending to kill Wei Fan with overbearing momentum before capturing Feng Hua.

The golden fist rapidly expanded in mid-air, emitting a sharp whistle, terrifying waves shaking the mountains.

"Stronger than Murong Hua!"

Wei Fan’s heart sank. Despite both being Martial King Third Layer experts, the momentum of the Golden Little Lion King far surpassed Murong Hua.

This guy isn’t incapable of killing Elder Gongyang; previously, he probably toyed with him like a cat toying with a mouse, and if he had gone all out, Elder Gongyang wouldn’t have lasted until Wei Fan arrived.

"Boom!"

In the next moment, a terrifying aura surged from Wei Fan’s body.

He wielded the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle like a living Martial Saint and unhesitatingly struck at the Golden Little Lion King.

At other times, he would be interested in exchanging a few moves with the Golden Little Lion King to test the methods of outside experts, but Elder Gongyang’s injury had already infuriated him; he only wanted to blow the Golden Little Lion King apart and make him into a dish of braised lion’s head.

So as soon as he acted, he immediately used the Demon Saint Artifact, the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle, which he had just acquired at the Profound Crane Sect.

The Holy Soldier’s aura was earth-shattering; even just activating a strand wielded unimaginable power.

Bang!

Before the golden fist could get close to Wei Fan, it exploded, dispersing into pure power.

The Golden Little Lion King screamed in disbelief, "How can the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle be in your hands?"

He was still unaware of the Profound Crane Sect’s annihilation. In fact, other than Wei Fan and a few Martial Kings, the outside world didn’t know that the revered Saint Sect of Profound Crane, overlooking the Wilderness for thousands of years, had just been wiped out by Wei Fan, leaving only the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle, with everything else erased.

The Golden Little Lion King’s face turned green, frowning frantically in his heart.

This man does not adhere to martial virtue; he presents a Holy Soldier right away, how could anyone fight against that?

Not to mention he’s currently suppressed to the Demon King Third Layer; even if he was in peak condition, encountering a Holy Soldier is a situation where running as far as possible is best. Even for a Demon King Ninth Layer powerhouse, without a Holy Soldier, meeting one is a death sentence.

Only some ancient and unrivaled demons could dare to clash with a Holy Soldier at Martial King Ninth Layer.

"Escape!"

The Golden Little Lion King’s courage nearly shattered; originally thinking these were weak Martial Kings of the Land of Dao Collapse, he could crush them with a flip of his hand, never expecting this guy to have a stronger foundation than his own line as the Demon Saint Son, and directly wielding a Holy Soldier.

Know that his father is a Demon Saint, yet he couldn’t produce a Holy Soldier.

Driving the chariot, the Golden Little Lion King’s figure rapidly retreated, even using secret methods to burn Qi Blood to escape.

"I said I would personally slay you, do you think you can escape?"

Wei Fan shouted fiercely, echoing like thunder.

He steered the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle across the air, resembling a bolt of lightning, and heavily struck the Golden Little Lion King with the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle in hand.

Bang!

The light screen outside the Golden Little Lion King’s body exploded instantly and dissipated like a mirror.

"Dare to kill me? My father is the Golden Lion King..."

He roared angrily, trying to use the Golden Lion King to intimidate Wei Fan, but even if Wei Fan had known his father was a Demon Saint, he wouldn’t be afraid.

If a Demon Saint dared enter the Land of Dao Collapse, who would end up slaying whom is unknown.

Before he could finish his sentence, in the next moment, blood splattered, a ball of blood mist bloomed like fireworks!

To think of Demon King Third Layer, outside world genius, Golden Lion Race’s Demon Saint progeny, is nothing in the face of a Holy Soldier.

Wei Fan controlled the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle with a single blow, blasting the Golden Little Lion King apart, not leaving a trace of bones.

"Indeed, this guy has a heavy killing intent, very explosive temperament, just like that, wiped out the Golden Little Lion King!"

Feng Hua felt his eyelids twitching furiously.

The last words of the Golden Little Lion King weren’t foolish, as the Golden Lion Race had this confidence in the outside world, even a Martial King or Martial Saint had to consider deeply when trying to kill the Golden Little Lion King, whether they could afford the wrath of the Golden Lion Race, or his old lion father.

But Wei Fan didn’t even listen, directly retrieved a Holy Soldier, and without hesitation, blasted the Golden Little Lion King to death.

He didn’t believe Wei Fan couldn’t deduce the Golden Little Lion King’s background, being able to traverse the Dao Collapse Barrier and enter the Wilderness; even a fool knew he must have a Martial Saint-level background, yet Wei Fan simply didn’t care about these.

Blood Qi surged through Wei Fan, heating up, although wielding a Holy Soldier was just a momentary thing, its consumption was more terrifying than triggering the Five Emperors Fist, even his powerful flesh felt aching.

After cutting off the power transmission, the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle returned to normal and was put away.

The King-level war chariot was not damaged, it was deliberately preserved.

Wei Fan rushed over, stepping onto the chariot, immediately injecting power.

This thing wasn’t strong in terms of attack, but had terrifying speed. Without Wei Fan activating the Holy Soldier creating a fearsome domain, the Golden Little Lion King might have truly escaped.

These major forces spend great resources to craft such things not just for appearances and status; they have practical uses.

With just a hint of power infused, the chariot shot forward hundreds of meters in a flash, as swift as lightning.