Chapter 273: Chapter 147: Slaying Divine Realm Experts—Is This What You Call a Critical Situation?

On the official road, as Wei Fan shattered Wu Yinglong’s head with one palm, the atmosphere instantly fell silent.

All that talk of executing prisoners to prevent them from being rescued was nonsense.

It was obvious they had wanted to kill long ago, just lacking an excuse. The prisoner hadn’t even been rescued yet, and they’d already been executed. Such absurdity—at least exchange a few blows to see they’re not a match before killing.

“This guy…”

Li Qingmeng was stunned.

She hadn’t expected Wei Fan’s first move to be killing the prisoner instead of repelling the enemy.

“It’s Wei Fan!”

Sun Jinglin’s pupils contracted fiercely, instantly identifying Wei Fan. He knew the commanders of the commandery cities nearby; when it came to the bloodthirstiest, it was none other than Wei Fan of Su City.

Only that guy would have such a bloodthirsty nature, never leaving anyone alive.

The people from Prisoner Dragon Stronghold had merely threatened, and he killed the person, as if saying, “If you don’t kill me, you’re looking down on me.”

He was already frightened by such methods and began retreating quietly, not even caring for his son’s life.

[Killed Wu Yinglong, gained 3000 years of ordinary power, 30 years of spirit soul power]

[Ordinary power: 13,200 years]

[Spirit soul power: 40 years]

“Boom!”

Wei Fan indeed wanted to kill Wu Yinglong!

He casually threw Wu Yinglong’s corpse off the carriage, kicking up a cloud of dust!

He couldn’t let Wu Yinglong go; keeping him was a hidden danger, and with the people from Prisoner Dragon Stronghold already here, there was a chance he could be rescued.

If Wu Yinglong were rescued and came back for revenge, it’d be trouble later on.

Since they already had conflicts with Prisoner Dragon Stronghold, he might as well eliminate Wu Yinglong and harvest some power.

“You madman!”

Wuying Gao’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets, not expecting Wei Fan to kill his older brother immediately and saying things like there was no need to spare his life—this was goddamn lunacy. Trading harsh words in the Jianghu is normal, isn’t it?

Wei Fan’s face remained expressionless: “You talk all the time about killing, but when it’s your own, you can’t handle it?”

Wuying Gao was about to go crazy.

This lunatic, he was only talking about killing, but this maniac went real with it, and he still had the nerve to blame others.

“You’re looking for death!”

Boom!

Wuying Gao could no longer control his killing intent, and his Mid-Divine Realm aura erupted like a flash flood, shattering the earth.

Meanwhile, the pair of golden melon hammers in his hand vibrated with the wave of an elementary divine soldier, emitting dazzling golden light.

This was a heavy weapon, and he’d refined it into an elementary divine soldier.

Heavy weapons are hard to refine, but once successful, their power far exceeds the same level divine soldiers.

Crackling sounds erupted from Wuying Gao’s body, swelling by a foot in an instant, muscles rapidly expanding, like a transformation.

A mighty qi blood surging from the top of his head, like wolf smoke.

“A Body Refining expert?”

Wei Fan’s eyes flickered with excitement.

Judging by Wuying Gao’s aura, he should be a Body Refining Celestial Being who broke into the Divine Realm; their physical strength far exceeds other Divine Realm practitioners.

Stepping on Floating Shadow, Wei Fan’s silhouette vanished from the carriage, not wanting the remaining prison carts to be affected by the battle.

Behind him, the Divine Weapon Silver Moon appeared silently, emanating the aura of an elementary divine soldier.

“Divine Weapon Silver Moon! Lin Shiqi is dead?”

Sun Jinglin’s pupils contracted.

Everyone knew the Suzhou Demon Suppression Bureau had wiped out Silver Moon Valley, Qingfeng Sword Sect, and Celestial Gate Mountain, but it was unanimously thought Lin Shiqi and others escaped since no one saw the scene of the three sect leaders and the sect guardian beast’s deaths.

And in any case, the Suzhou Demon Suppression Bureau didn’t appear capable of wiping out the three sects’ Divine Realm entirely; if things went south, Divine Realm isn’t foolish enough not to flee.

But the appearance of Divine Weapon Silver Moon challenged Sun Jinglin’s previous understanding of the events.

If not dead, how could the sect guardian weapon of Silver Moon Valley appear in Wei Fan’s hands?

“Perfect Level Body Technique!”

Wuying Gao drew a sharp breath.

His cultivation had broken through to Mid-Divine Realm, doubling his will power, and Wei Fan’s speed had consequently doubled.

In almost an instant, he arrived in front of Wuying Gao, launching a palm strike.

At this moment, Wuying Gao’s golden melon hammer was just being raised.

Boom!

A spiritual soul illusion surged from above, while the Divine Weapon Silver Moon released an unimaginable sharp aura, flying out with Wei Fan’s palm, slicing through Wuying Gao’s protective true power, a sliver of blood splashing as it pierced his chest.

“I was killed in one move?”

Wuying Gao showed an incredulous look, his raised arm froze.

He had broken through Divine Realm as a Body Refining Celestial Being and emphasized physical refining after the breakthrough, yet was cleaved open by a single palm.

In the Sea of Consciousness, the ripple from the Divine Weapon Silver Moon had already surged in, quickly obliterating his divine soul.

He wasn’t from Tongzhou, completely unaware of who Wei Fan was.

With Horizontal Cultivation of Innate and practice of Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill, against those of the same level, there was basically only death awaiting them.

Even a Late Divine Realm facing Wei Fan would have to be cautious.

“Brother Wu…”

Fu Zhuolin shouted!

It wasn’t anger but fear, watching Wuying Gao’s body being cleaved in half, a fear only he could understand.

In such a place, how could there be such a terrifying figure?

Boom!

Fu Zhuolin’s large staff swept horizontally, emanating terrifying ripples.

He didn’t flee immediately.

Because he was so close to Wei Fan, escaping would only mean quicker death, and this strike had originally been prepared for Wei Fan.

Wei Fan pointed at the staff, the shadow of which shattered, Fu Zhuolin’s arm shook intensely.

The unimaginable force caused the large staff in his hand to slip out, bouncing away as the base of his thumb cracked.

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