The toad croaked, its eyes glowing, staring at the powerful figures of the Three Kings Hall, seeing only golden cores in their eyes!
"Run!"
"The Hall Master is dead! The Three Kings Hall is finished!"
With the death of King Wei, the experts of the Three Kings Hall lost their will to fight. Leaderless, they were instantly routed by the cultivators of Ling Tian Pavilion, like a fierce tiger entering a flock of sheep.
The toad feasted, gobbling them up one by one, crunching with a chicken-like flavor, its demonic energy growing more violent and dense.
The demonic horse disdained the flesh of these powerful individuals. Wherever its iron hooves trod, countless experts were crushed, their blood splashing through the air.
Han Hai and the others seized this rare opportunity to hone their skills amidst the bloody battle, with the toad and the demonic horse providing rescue if they encountered danger.
Ling Fan paid them no mind.
His gaze fell upon King Wei's corpse and the fading saintly path in the sky.
"You offer such a grand gift, how could I refuse?"
Ling Fan waved his hand, and the Myriad Laws Origin Flow instantly transformed into a giant dragon, devouring King Wei's corpse in one gulp. It then surged towards the sky, forcing its way into the void and coiling around the disappearing saintly path, preventing its dissipation and madly absorbing it.
"What a powerful quasi-saintly path, about seventy percent complete. Just thirty percent more, and it will be truly perfected, becoming a complete saintly path."
The quasi-saintly path kept burrowing into the void, attempting to vanish completely.
Ling Fan let out a cold snort and flew to the void. He unleashed a punch, and the terrifying power of the Myriad Laws instantly stabilized the void. The Myriad Laws Origin Flow took this opportunity to absorb as much saintly power as possible.
Seven thousand five hundred zhang.
Seven thousand eight hundred zhang.
Eight thousand zhang!
Nine thousand zhang!
Nine thousand nine hundred zhang!
Ten thousand zhang!
The power contained within a quasi-saintly path was immense, far surpassing the saintly path residual power in the three stone tablets on the third level of Guansheng Cliff. After absorbing a massive amount of saintly power, the Myriad Laws Origin Flow finally reached ten thousand zhang, and an unfathomable sense of perfection instantly permeated heaven and earth.
"Hahaha, today, the Dan is formed!"
Ling Fan let out a long roar, his voice swallowing mountains and rivers.
As his voice fell, Ling Fan sat cross-legged in the void. The Myriad Laws Origin Flow detached from the now much smaller, masterless saintly path and returned. The saintly path, seizing this opportunity, vanished into heaven and earth. The void sealed, disappearing completely.
Ling Fan did not force himself to retain the saintly path, as it held little significance. His most important task now was to strike while the iron was hot and condense the Myriad Laws Origin Dan. Dwelling on this Blood Bat Saintly Path would drain his strength considerably, yielding minimal returns.
With King Wei's death, this saintly path, without a master to guide it, would eventually transform into the purest saintly power and dissipate into the world. If anything happened to be immersed and attached by this saintly power, it would form a saintly artifact.
Besides naturally occurring saintly artifacts and those refined by humans, most saintly artifacts in the world came about in this manner.
Ling Fan controlled the Myriad Laws Origin Flow, its head and tail connecting to form a circle. Boundless magical power flowed, creating a perfect circulation.
Soon, the massive magical power overflowed from the Myriad Laws Origin Flow like a rising tide, forming an egg that enveloped this area.
When the demonic horse and the toad returned from their killing spree, they saw the giant egg of magical power suspended above Guansheng Cliff and exchanged bewildered glances.
Han Hai asked, "Brother Toad, what's going on! Where is the Pavilion Master?"
The toad was also confused and mumbled, "Do I need to ask? He's inside this egg."
It quietly asked the demonic horse, "Old Horse, what is the boss doing? Is he cultivating?"
The demonic horse's eyes held a peculiar expression, as if it were contemplating. As its bloodline awakened further, more information, seemingly imprinted from birth, appeared in its mind.
However, after racking its brain, it could not find any cultivation method similar to this.
"Demons have demonic shells, gods have divine molting. I suppose the boss is undergoing metamorphosis, like a silkworm turning into a butterfly. When the boss emerges from seclusion, he will likely reach another level!"
The demonic horse said.
A sense of urgency arose within it.
It was a Bolong steed, and its pride would not allow it to fall behind others, even if that person was Ling Fan, the only one it respected.
"Toad, you handle the aftermath. I am also going into seclusion."
The demonic horse finished speaking and descended Guansheng Cliff.
The toad widened its eyes. "Damn it, you're all going to get stronger, and I can't fall behind. I won't deal with these trivial matters!"
The toad called Han Hai over and handed all the tasks to him.
"Don't mess it up."
The toad patted Han Hai's shoulder with an air of seniority and prepared to go into seclusion.
It had consumed no less than fifty golden cores this time, and countless primordial cores. Fortunately, it was a gluttonous demon toad, naturally adept at consumption, possessing its own universe within its belly. Otherwise, any other demonic beast would have exploded.
After thoroughly refining these golden cores and primordial cores, it could at least reach the late stage of the Golden Core realm, and even the peak of the Golden Core realm was a strong possibility.
"Damn it, Brother Mo is finally catching up to Old Horse. Once I catch up, I'll beat him up every day for revenge. The position of the Demon Hall leader will also be mine!"
"Brother Toad, how should these two be dealt with?"
Han Hai looked hesitant and then instructed people to bring two individuals over.
It was Xuan Ye and Li Mo Bing.
"Heh, you two scoundrels, you have quite the lives to still be alive!" The toad sneered. It was about to go into seclusion but was no longer in a hurry.
Han Hai said, "I was going to hand them over to the Pavilion Master, but with the Pavilion Master like this, he definitely won't have time to deal with them."
The toad said, "Naturally. These two good-for-nothings are not worth our boss wasting his energy on. Just kill them!"
Hearing the toad's killing intent, Xuan Ye and Li Mo Bing turned pale with fright and immediately prostrated themselves, begging, "Brother Mo, Brother Mo! For the sake of your past status as a guest elder of Xuanyue Island, spare us this once. We will never dare again!"
Their mention of it only made the toad angrier.
"Damn it, you two birds still have the nerve to mention favors to Brother Mo? Kill them!"
The toad said to Han Hai.
"Don't kill me! I am Xuan Na's brother, Xuan Sheng's son. They are friends of your Pavilion Master. For their sake, spare us!"
Xuan Ye, as if grasping at the last straw, kowtowed frantically and begged.
"That's true."
The toad stroked its chin with its claw.
"This is a bit tricky. Not killing you is very unsatisfying, but killing you makes things difficult for our boss because you are related to Island Master Xuan and Miss Xuan. This would harm the relationship between our boss and Island Master Xuan and the others."
"Yes, yes, yes. For their sake, Brother Mo, please let us go. We swear to disappear from the face of the earth and never appear before you again!"
Xuan Ye rejoiced.
"What are you happy about? Brother Mo hasn't finished speaking!" The toad sneered. "Although killing you would make things a bit difficult for our boss, but since our boss doesn't know, and I'm making the decision to kill you, then there's no problem! Our boss and Island Master Xuan are friends, but I don't care."
The toad grinned sinisterly and swiped its claw. With two sounds like bursting watermelons, Xuan Ye and Li Mo Bing's heads were crushed into powder.
At this moment.
Xuan Sheng and Xuan Na arrived.
Seeing this, Xuan Sheng hesitated to speak, and in the end, could only silently collect Xuan Ye's corpse.
The toad said, "Island Master Xuan, such an unfilial son deserved to be killed. Don't be sad. Cultivators at the Golden Core realm have strong vitality; you can have a few more children."
Xuan Sheng felt bitter but dared not speak.
No matter how much of a scoundrel Xuan Ye was, he was still his biological son. He had originally intended to beg Ling Fan to spare Xuan Ye, and in return, he would cripple Xuan Ye's cultivation himself, ensuring he could never oppose Ling Fan again. However, he was too late; Xuan Ye was already dead, and there was nothing he could do.
"Hmph, this idiot brought his own demise. If I didn't kill him, should I keep him for the New Year?"
The toad sneered inwardly and went into seclusion.
This battle made Ling Tian Pavilion famous.
They had actually brought down the Three Kings Hall, one of the three overlords of the Eastern Lin Domain. This news swept through the entire Eastern Lin Domain like a hurricane.