Chapter 248: Chapter 135: You Compare Divine Soldiers with Me? All for Nothing_2

What level of Divine Soldier she couldn’t judge, but when Wei Fan was still a Celestial Martial Artist, he should have used that Great Golden Bell to suppress the White Elephant Demon Monarch.

“He has acquired another Divine Soldier!”

She looked again in shock at the Tiger Soul Saber in Wei Fan’s hand.

Her grandfather painstakingly refined a Middle-Level Divine Soldier, the Eagle Sword, over several hundred years, and Wei Fan casually took out one.

Fu Shizheng was so struck he couldn’t speak for a long time.

Wei Fan looked at him: “What other trump cards do you have, show them all, and I will crush them!”

“…”

Feeling that the Divine Soldier in his hand seemed dim in the presence of a Middle-Level Divine Soldier, Fu Shizheng fell silent again; he had no other trump card.

“Whose disciple are you exactly?”

He raised his head.

Being able to casually bring out Middle-Level Divine Soldiers, he already didn’t think that he was just an ordinary constable from Yun City; surely he had terrifying tutelage.

“It’s time for you to say your last words!”

Wei Fan felt he had played enough, and his eyes immediately showed killing intent.

In the next moment, Fu Shizheng soared into the sky.

“Escape!”

From the moment his Divine Soldier was crushed, he realized he lost, and whether he could live was unknown.

“I’ve long prepared for your escape!”

Wei Fan’s eyes moved, and a spiritual soul illusion rushed out, forming a gesture of grasping a saber to strike.

Instantly, the surrounding world trembled, and terrifying sword intent emanated everywhere.

On the ground, large rocks shattered into blade shapes.

In the sky, the air condensed into an invisible long blade.

In the distant forest, the branches merged and also formed blade shapes.

For a moment, everything seemed to turn into blades.

“Perfect Sword Momentum!”

Long Xueyi, who had always been calm, exclaimed, this was a Sword Dao realm that even Situ Feng hadn’t reached.

Perfection Level Momentum, the ultimate power that Divine Realm Martial Sect could master.

Last night, Wei Fan used over sixteen thousand years of power, most of which was spent cultivating the Heaven-Reaching Saber Manual; it took seven to eight thousand years of power to cultivate the sword momentum to perfection.

“Impossible, break for me!”

Fu Shizheng had long been terrified beyond words.

The soaring figure slowed down, as if trapped in a swamp.

Under the pressure of the sword momentum, heaven and earth exerted terrifying pressure from all sides, slowing his speed.

It seemed as if heaven and earth were against him, and the fearsome pressure massively weakened his will power.

He wielded his Divine Soldier, trying to break through the surrounding momentum.

“Not good!”

A wave that made his heart spirit tremble cleaved down from above, and before he could turn to defend, a purple sword aura split his body and sea of consciousness, exposing his divine soul.

“I’m dead!”

His physical body died, but Wei Fan seemed to have shown mercy, not directly destroying his divine soul with the sword momentum.

As the sword momentum swept, Fu Shizheng’s divine soul appeared before Wei Fan.

“You must be an old monster reborn through possession!”

Fu Shizheng’s divine soul was bound to the Tiger Soul Saber, his spectral soul appearing gray-faced.

He again suspected Wei Fan’s identity, thinking he might not be a disciple of some master, but an old monster whose physical body was destroyed and reborn through possession.

He hit the mark, partly speaking the truth.

“Enough nonsense, tell me the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill, and I’ll grant you a swift death!”

Without killing Fu Shizheng directly, Wei Fan naturally had a purpose.

Fu Shizheng’s Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill, which led to his rebellion against the Human Race, was something Wei Fan was interested in.

With poor aptitude and talent, there would be none worse than him in the Divine Realm Martial Sect.

Fu Shizheng looked utterly miserable: “How laughable that I killed my comrades, slandered, rebelled against the Human Race, condemned for ages, yet it’s you who benefit. The Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill is in the gourd, grant me a swift death.

Given another chance, I wouldn’t be so greedy; just having the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill would be enough.”

At the moment of death, he didn’t regret rebelling against the Human Race, but regretted provoking Wei Fan.

If he hadn’t provoked Wei Fan, with the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill, he would eventually achieve Martial Venerable.

Because he coveted Wei Fan’s treasures, greed led to everything benefiting Wei Fan.

Wei Fan reached out into the void, grabbing Fu Shizheng’s Divine Soldier and Storage Gourd, immersing his heart spirit into the gourd, indeed finding the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill.

Whether real or fake he didn’t know, but even if it were fake, he had no other choice, unless he released Fu Shizheng.

Otherwise, facing inevitable death, Fu Shizheng probably wouldn’t tell him where the real one was.

The likelihood of it being real was high, as Fu Shizheng was on the run, and important items would certainly be carried.

“I wonder if there’s an exotic technique for soul searching!”

The encounter inspired Wei Fan to think of such a thing.

If there were, even if Fu Shizheng was unwilling to speak, the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill could be extracted from Fu Shizheng’s memory.

“If this is indeed the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill, you’ve done a good deed!”

The Tiger Soul Saber fluctuated, instantly shattering Fu Shizheng’s soul, scattering immense divine soul energy, raising a cloud of dust.

A sense of mourning permeated the world.

[Slayed Fu Shizheng, gained 2000 ordinary power, and 20 years of spirit soul power]

[Ordinary Power: 47100 years]

[Spirit Soul Power: 20]

Long Xueyi cleared the dust and approached: “Don’t tell anyone about the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill, and don’t hand it over to the Demon Suppression Bureau!”

Wei Fan nodded lightly.

While they conversed with Fu Shizheng earlier, the army was two to three miles away, out of earshot.

If neither she nor Wei Fan spoke, no one would know Wei Fan obtained the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill.

Wei Fan just finished collecting everything, when the sound of breaking air arrived.

Chen Qiming, Zhang Xianlong, Situ Ying, Li Chuyang, and others descended, shocked to see Fu Shizheng split in half.

Chen Qiming swallowed with difficulty: “You killed Fu Shizheng?”

They knew Wei Fan broke through to Divine Realm Martial Sect but hadn’t seen the scene of Wei Fan slaying the White Ape Demon Monarch; in fact, many believed Situ Feng defeated the White Ape Demon Monarch.

They never imagined Wei Fan was so formidable to slay Fu Shizheng right after breaking through.

Their hearts turned tumultuous; due to the distance, Wei Fan and Fu Shizheng’s battle on the ground was not clearly seen.

As for Long Xueyi, apart from Zhang Xianlong possibly knowing she also broke through to Divine Realm Martial Sect, others thought she was still a Celestial Martial Artist.

“Haha… That beast is finally dead, thank you Wei Fan, you’ve avenged my master!”

Li Chuyang’s eyes were red; he didn’t care how Wei Fan killed Fu Shizheng, he only knew the enemy who killed his master was dead.

After thanking Wei Fan, he drew his sword, walked up, and cut off Fu Shizheng’s head, which had been split in two. As he pieced it together, he laughed and sobbed: “Finally, something to commemorate my master.”

“Keep today’s events confidential, don’t say Wei Fan killed Fu Shizheng, or else don’t blame me for being rude.”

Long Xueyi looked at them; Wei Fan had too many secrets, and keeping this one secret was worthwhile.

Although the Demon Suppression Guard saw Fu Shizheng appear, they hadn’t witnessed Wei Fan killing Fu Shizheng firsthand. If these people didn’t speak out, time could be bought.

With Wei Fan’s monstrous talent, he would only grow stronger in due time.

The group all nodded, Li Chuyang wrapped Fu Shizheng’s head in cloth.

“We will say Fu Shizheng had a change of heart and left!”

The group all nodded in agreement, also thinking of how to explain it to those Demon Suppression Guards.

After dealing with Fu Shizheng’s corpse, the group continued their journey with the army.

With Fu Shizheng, the hidden threat, slain, and obtaining the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill, Wei Fan rode at the front, feeling little joy as he looked at the panel, suddenly inspired.

“Can the method to refine Divine Soldiers be used to refine the Great Leiyin Bell?”

Initially, the Golden Bell Shield was a Martial Technique, but whether it was a Martial Technique or a Divine Soldier now, Wei Fan wasn’t sure.

Yet now it could be verified—if the Great Leiyin Bell was a Divine Soldier, then the Divine Weapon Technique should be able to refine the Golden Bell.

If it can be refined, it would save a lot of power in the future; otherwise, upgrading the Great Leiyin Bell now consumes up to ten thousand years of power, which is quite costly.

If it cannot be refined, it indicates it remains a Martial Technique.

As he pondered, the panel before him began to flash:

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