However, upon seeing the royal palace of the Liuyun Kingdom, hope flared in his eyes.
"Keep chasing if you dare! My daughter is the consort of the King of Liuyun. The royal family of Liuyun will not stand by and watch me be killed by you! No matter how arrogant you are, do you dare to challenge the Liuyun royal family!"
"Come on then!"
"You'll never be reunited with your wife in this lifetime!"
"And there's one more thing you don't know, the disciples of Xue Wang Palace cultivate the art of forgetting emotions. Upon entering, all disciples must sever their worldly ties. Even if you find your wife, she will have long since changed, unrecognizable. Hahaha!"
Wei Hong turned back.
His eyes blazed with madness and provocation.
Seeing the killing intent surge from Ling Fan, Wei Hong's face contorted with perverse pleasure, and he fled even faster.
"Your Majesty, King of Liuyun, Wei Hong has arrived, please save me!"
Before he reached the palace walls, Wei Hong cried out for help, his voice like rolling thunder echoing through the solemn and majestic royal city.
He had considered simply crossing the palace walls and entering the palace.
But the royal palace of Liuyun was enveloped in an extremely powerful defensive formation. In his current dire state, he couldn't force his way through, so he could only wait for someone inside to open the gate and receive him.
As Wei Hong's voice reached the palace,
Powerful auras erupted from within the Liuyun royal palace.
Among them, a magnificent and majestic aura of a Martial King awakened, soaring into the heavens.
Below the palace walls.
Just as Ling Fan was about to deliver a palm strike to kill Wei Hong, who was leaning against the wall,
A colossal spiritual energy hand, detailed to the finest strand, suddenly extended from the palace and collided fiercely with Ling Fan's palm.
Boom!
The two immensely powerful forces instantly unleashed earth-shattering roars, and the terrifying residual power swept in all directions.
The colossal spiritual energy hand dispersed.
Ling Fan was also forced back several steps.
Two cold glints shot from Ling Fan's eyes as he abruptly looked up at the Liuyun royal palace.
A towering figure clad in a bright yellow dragon robe descended from the sky, like an absolute Martial King looking down upon the world, his aura domineering and unrestrained.
A true Martial King of the Giant Spirit realm!
It was the current ruler of the Liuyun Kingdom.
The King of Liuyun.
Around the royal palace, countless people watched the King of Liuyun with awe and fervor.
Someone couldn't help but say, "Heh, disperse, disperse. With the King of Liuyun appearing, this fight is completely over. Does that brat dare to disrespect the King of Liuyun?"
"What a pity, the show was almost complete. This brat said he would annihilate the Wei family, and now only Wei Hong, the lone survivor, remains."
The powerful individuals watching the scene discussed amongst themselves.
"Young friend, your karma for killing is too heavy. Cease your actions now!"
Above the royal palace.
The King of Liuyun spoke with authority.
Ling Fan slightly raised his eyelids and said indifferently, "Are you sure you want to protect him!"
The King of Liuyun was displeased with Ling Fan's disrespectful tone.
He frowned and said, "The head of the Wei family is my father-in-law. Even if you have a thousand reasons to kill him, I cannot let you take his life."
Upon hearing this,
Wei Hong was completely relieved.
With the King of Liuyun protecting him, his life was safe!
No matter how ferocious and arrogant that brat Ling Fan was, how could he defy the King of Liuyun, a true Giant Spirit realm expert?
Wei Hong stood up with a chuckle.
He grinned, revealing a mouth full of blood.
"Brat, weren't you very capable? Didn't you want to destroy my Wei family? I'm right here, kill me if you can!"
"I'm warning you, if you don't kill me today, I'll go and retaliate against your friends and family in minutes. While I may not be your match, killing a group of ordinary people is as easy as slaughtering chickens and sheep!"
Wei Hong sneered with utter confidence.
He was testing the boundaries of death.
Ling Fan's eyes narrowed.
An astonishing chill instantly spread from him.
A terrifying killing intent enveloped him.
The killing intent was so potent that even those watching from a distance felt a bone-chilling cold, as if they had suddenly been plunged into the depths of winter.
What is he going to do!
Does he still dare to kill Wei Hong in front of the King of Liuyun?
Many people's minds conjured this absurd and audacious thought.
Under the intense gaze of countless eyes.
Ling Fan suddenly looked up at the King of Liuyun above the royal palace.
He said nothing, but a trace of contemptuous laughter at the corner of his mouth suddenly alerted the King of Liuyun.
But before he could react,
Ling Fan moved.
A phantom image of a blazing sun appeared behind him.
A second one was superimposed.
A third afterimage emerged.
His cultivation power and vital energy were unleashed to their utmost at this moment.
Ling Fan, bathed in light, like a deity, unfolded his extreme speed, charging towards Wei Hong with a deafening roar.
At that moment.
Countless experts were struck speechless in horror.
Even the King of Liuyun's eyes trembled violently.
Wei Hong's heart pounded, and a sense of despair grew wildly within him.
You dare!
The King of Liuyun roared in anger.
However, before he could make a move, Ling Fan fiercely turned and glared at the King of Liuyun. The mark of the Heavenly Demon Eyes flashed in his eyes, and an incomparably powerful divine intent struck the King of Liuyun from afar.
In the King of Liuyun's vision, terrifying gods and demons, vast enough to blot out the sky, roared, tearing him to shreds.
The King of Liuyun, who was about to intervene, froze instantly.
Ling Fan ignored him.
He suddenly descended before Wei Hong.
At the brink of death, Wei Hong could no longer hold back. He pushed all his remaining strength and the power of the Snow Jade Violent Yuan Pill to their limits. A terrifying phantom image reappeared behind him.
This phantom image was even more solid than before.
As Wei Hong and the phantom image roared, the phantom image flickered and merged into Wei Hong's body, causing Wei Hong's aura to reach an incredible level. He lunged towards Ling Fan.
Ling Fan's eyes were cold.
His vital energy roared incessantly.
His physical body exuded an indestructible, precious radiance.
Boom!
The two collided fiercely, unleashing an earth-shattering roar that swept in all directions. Visible waves of power exploded outwards, spreading madly.
At that moment.
The palace wall, several feet thick, crumbled under the impact, forming a massive gap.
A figure, covered in blood, was thrown out ignominiously under the gaze of countless eyes.
Ling Fan reached out and grabbed Wei Hong's neck, lifting him as if he were a duck.
"Don't... don't kill me!"
Wei Hong was completely terrified. His eyes showed immense regret and horror as he begged for mercy in a subdued voice.
Ling Fan's expression was icy, and the mark of the Red Lotus appeared in his eyes.
Instantly, the terrifying Demonic Fire Red Lotus transformed into a fiery serpent and spread onto Wei Hong.
Boom!
In that instant, Wei Hong's entire body ignited.
His physical body.
His bloodline.
His cultivation.
All were ignited by the Demonic Fire Red Lotus.
From the inside out.
Even flames spurted from Wei Hong's nose, mouth, and ears.
Ah!
A piercingly tragic scream suddenly tore through the sky.