Practicing martial arts is too difficult, so I choose to defeat others.

"The Zhilan Sect's Martial Saint attained enlightenment about six to eight hundred years ago. It is said that his attainment of enlightenment had a lot to do with luck. He was not a Saint Son in his generation, but while Saint Sons broke through the realm of death, he successfully broke through to the Saint Realm and became the Saint Master of the Zhilan Sect."

Any Martial Saint is considered a living legend in the five domains. They are invincible all the way, sweeping away their peers, and eventually sitting on the throne of the Son of God. They then impact the holy realm and become transcendental and holy.

The only exception is the Martial Saint of Zhilan Sect. Although he was also amazing when he was young, he is not a Saint Son-level figure at all. Compared with other Martial Saints, he does not have as many impressive achievements.

But precisely because of this, ordinary Martial Kings worship him even more, and they all hope to live like someone like the Martial Saint of the Zhilan Sect. Simply put, they regard the Martial Saint of the Zhilan Sect as chicken soup.

If only the Son-level characters could break through to the Saint Realm, there wouldn't be so many Martial Kings rushing forward to the Saint Realm.

"He has a record of killing strong people of the same level!" Wei Fan said.

The breath he collected in his hand was beating, pointing him to the location of the Martial Saint of the Zhilan Sect. Several people were about to take action, so he naturally wanted to know as much as possible about the enemy.

In this battle, he wanted to use the Zhilan Sect's Martial Saint to establish his prestige, intimidate all the strong men who entered the wasteland, and tell everyone that he, Wei Fan, was the king of the wasteland. Anyone who dared to mess around in the wasteland would die, even if they were strong men in the Saint realm.

Gu Ziqin shook his head. Although his Gu family ancestor, Gu Qingshan, was the leader of the Demon Hunter branch in Beidingzhou, the affairs of the Saint Realm powerhouses were not something they could understand.

"There is no record of killing. Song Lingyun is only slightly stronger than Tian Chunqiu. He just had a lucky breakthrough back then. He has been in the first realm of Martial Saint for so many years!"

Zhou Shen came flying in the air, with holy light wrapped around him. He had already arrived at the wasteland and had been confronting those demon saints. He only rushed over when he heard that Wei Fan wanted to kill Song Lingyun, the martial saint of Zhilan Sect.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou!" Zhihua and Gu Ziqin bowed.

Wei Fan also bowed: "Do you always come to persuade me not to kill him? I don't want the human race to lose a Saint Realm expert, but since he attacked my friend's sect, it is destined that only one of him and I can survive."

Every powerful Saint is the backbone of the human race. Even if they never fight against demons, as long as there are powerful Martial Saints, demons will be afraid.

Zhou Shen had previously told him about the Zhilan Sect's Martial Saint Song Lingyun, and asked him not to start a war in the Saint Realm. No matter who died between him and Song Lingyun, it would be a loss for the human race.

The Demon Hunter Organization doesn't care about the feuds in the martial arts world, but when it comes to matters involving powerful saints, they will generally mediate first.

Zhou Shen shook his head: "No! The Palace Master sent me here to ensure that Song Lingyun will not survive!"

He had not expected that Song Lingyun would not go directly to Wei Fan, but attack the sect in the wilderness. As a result, they had no way to mediate the feud between Wei Fan and Song Lingyun, knowing that only one of them would survive.

The result is already determined. The Demon Hunter Organization needs to choose one person between Wei Fan and Song Lingyun, and they will naturally choose Wei Fan.

He came here to ensure that Wei Fan would kill Song Lingyun if he couldn't. Otherwise, Song Lingyun would be alone and Wei Fan would become a martial saint. With no hope of revenge, Song Lingyun would most likely join the demon camp.

……

Although all the demons were wiped out in the wasteland under Wei Fan's leadership, most of the demon territories were still uninhabited, and no human race had developed in these places.

The territory occupied by the demon race is too vast, even larger than the territory occupied by humans. Although all major dynasties are mobilizing people to migrate, the effect is not very good.

Most of the masters who entered the wasteland from the outside world were also in these areas.

"Master, if you destroy the Yunhua Sect and scare Wei Fan, wouldn't it be even more difficult for us to find him?"

The Holy Son of the Zhilan Sect looked at his master Song Lingyun in confusion. His breath was weak and he had failed to break into the holy realm, but he survived by chance.

Song Lingyun sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, shook his head and said, "I have inquired about this Wei Fan. He is very loyal. He will not hide after hearing that the Yunhua Sect was destroyed. Moreover, this is just a warning. If he does not show up again, I will arrest his friends."

He is not like those demon saints. If those demon saints want to enter the human territory to capture Wei Fan’s relatives and friends, they must first pass the level of the Martial Saint of the Demon Hunter Organization, which makes it very difficult to succeed.

But he is different. He is the human martial saint. The Demon Hunter Organization will not protect Wei Fan’s relatives and friends. Unless Wei Fan doesn’t care about the life and death of these relatives and friends, they will definitely rush to the wasteland when they hear that the Yunhua Sect has been destroyed.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the void cracked open, and a huge fist tore through the sky, bombarding from a distant place.

"Who dares to attack me?"

Song Lingyun's expression changed slightly, and the aura of a powerful saint filled the sky and earth, shaking the mountains.

He turned around and chopped out with his palm, but the fist shattered the palm print he had made and continued to hit him.

“Master!”

Song Lingyun's heart was shocked. Although he responded hastily, the palm he delivered also exerted 50% to 60% of his strength.

"Rumble..."

The next moment, a huge fist hit the top of the mountain, submerging the entire mountain.

In an instant, the mountaintops were completely reduced to dust, and smoke and dust rushed up to the sky like a mad dragon.

"Damn it!"

Song Lingyun roared angrily, and a thousand-foot-long holy light emanated from his body, shattering the void and dispersing the smoke and dust in the sky.

Beside him, the Holy Son of Zhilan Sect, the last disciple of Zhilan Sect had disappeared. He was turned into ashes by the aftermath of the power during the confrontation between him and the attacker. From then on, he really became a commander without any disciples.

The sky and the earth changed color, and thick chains of order emerged.

He was really angry. Instead of waiting for Wei Fan, he was attacked by an unknown powerful saint who killed the last disciple of Zhilan Sect.

"The saint of the age!"

Song Lingyun's pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw a man covered with a layer of holy light walking towards the direction where the fist came from. This holy light was not the kind of light emitted by a strong man in the holy realm when he blew his power, but it was at a distance from the man's body, as if protecting him. In the holy light, there were bursts of heavenly music, mixed with the voices of praise from all the people.

He had read in an ancient book that this kind of vision could only occur in contemporary saints.

"When did such a person appear in the Five Great Domains?"

Song Lingyun was secretly shocked, sage is not just an empty title, but has substantial benefits. Throughout history, there were not many people who could be recognized as sages by heaven and earth, but these people, without exception, eventually became invincible strong men, and at the very least could become a Martial Emperor.

It is said that when the Three Emperors of Martial Arts were alive, they were praised by the people and became sages, and eventually became invincible overlords.

"Who are you? Why did you attack me and kill my disciple for no reason? If you don't give me an explanation, I will fight you today, even if you are a saint."

Song Lingyun's fury subsided a lot the moment he saw the holy light. If it was his disciple who provoked the other party first and was killed, he would not pursue the matter.

It is best not to make enemies with such contemporary sages if possible. In the legends of those sages, those who were their enemies eventually died.

"The people who came to kill you!"

Song Lingyun actually didn't recognize him, but he was too lazy to explain. He was already furious and filled with murderous intent.

If he had not made arrangements in advance and let Zhihua enter the wilderness to warn, tens of thousands of disciples of the Yunhua Sect would have been killed by Song Lingyun's palm.

"boom!"

His whole body shook, and his blood evaporated like an ocean, covering the sky and the earth. From afar, it looked like a thick red fog had risen in the sky and the earth.

The next moment, he rushed towards Song Lingyun like a bolt of thunder across the sky, with murderous intent shaking the earth.

"You are going too far. Do you think I am afraid of you?"

Song Lingyun was furious. He did not take action immediately due to the other party's status as a sage at the time. However, the other party still clamored to kill him. He really thought that he, a martial saint, was made of clay and had no temper.

He was just a sage at that time, not a Martial Emperor.

"Void Condensation Sword Technique!"

He grasped the void, and a mighty long sword appeared in his hand, emitting a strong holy realm fluctuation.

This is one of the unique skills of the Zhilan Sect, and it is very famous in Beidingzhou. When King Wu uses it, he can grab a long sword in the void that is comparable to King Wu's divine weapon. When a powerful saint like him uses it, he can directly grab a long sword that is comparable to a holy weapon.

It is said that this strange skill was not passed down by the founder of the Zhilan Sect at all, but was obtained from a strange stone in the mountains. It is very magical.

"Let's go to the world of nothingness and fight!"

Song Lingyun slashed with the magic sword in his hand, and a terrifying crack appeared in the void, and then he dived into it.

Wei Fan tore open his hands and entered the world of nothingness.

He stepped on Qingmingyou and arrived in front of Song Lingyun in one step. Golden lines appeared on his body and extended into the boundless void.

"Qiang Qiang..."

In an instant, the great ways contended, and thick chains of order emerged around him, connecting with these lines.

"die!"

The palm covered with golden patterns was raised and slapped towards Song Lingyun's head like a palm-leaf fan.

“Sanctification of the flesh!”

Song Lingyun screamed in shock, his face full of horror. This contemporary sage turned out to be a terrifyingly powerful person who had achieved sainthood in the flesh. All the legends he had heard about sainthood in the flesh told him that he should never engage in close combat with someone who had achieved sainthood in the flesh.

He had felt that the other person's aura was weaker than his own, so he knew that he was too conceited. He had not expected that the person in front of him would be the kind of monster who had achieved sainthood in the flesh.

"Pong!"

Wei Fan's palm covered with lines slapped over like a landslide or tsunami. The long sword that Song Lingyun grabbed from the void was completely vulnerable and instantly turned into energy and dissipated.

This long sword condensed from the void is said to be comparable to a holy weapon, but in fact it is still different from a real holy weapon. It can be comparable to a holy weapon in terms of power, but its hardness cannot be truly compared with that of a holy weapon.

"The one who has become a saint in the flesh is so terrifying!"

Song Lingyun's heart was in turmoil, and the great Dao around him was contending. The power of Dao intertwined in front of him to form a curtain of light to block the huge hand that was coming towards him.

However, it was still useless. His big hand gesture was as fast as a bamboo breaking, and it also shattered the light curtain in an instant, causing blood to ooze from his pores.

"Stop! How did I offend you that you want to kill me?"

Faced with the crisis of life and death, Song Lingyun yelled desperately, not wanting to die in such an unclear manner. If there was any misunderstanding, he might not have to die if he could talk it out. Even if there was any mistake, he planned to apologize to the other party, otherwise he would definitely die today.

"boom!"

Wei Fan chased after him and pressed his big hand heavily on Song Lingyun's chest, breaking his bones and tendons, and leaving cracks all over his body.

Song Lingyun's body was thrown out and holy blood was spilled.

He was much stronger than Tian Chunqiu, so Wei Fan's palm did not kill him, but only seriously injured him. (End of this chapter)