Wei Fan stood in the void, his hair dancing wildly. Not a single one of the twelve Demon Kings could stand against him; all were killed in an instant. Even when Wei Fan gave them the chance to join forces, they could only force out a fraction of his power.
"So fierce!"
"Beiding Continent has produced such a formidable figure!"
"No wonder the Northern Guardian King told us not to leave the city to assist; if we went, we'd only be a burden."
"With the assets of a Martial Saint, I'm sure that in just three to five years, as long as he doesn't fall, Wei Fan will surely become a Saint."
"Nonsense, if such a Demon can't become a Saint, then how many others in the world can?!"
"Zilan Sect, Fire Cloud Cave, and the Demon Fiends all want to kill him. Who knows if he'll live to become a Saint."
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The entire Yun Jin City was in an uproar, everyone watching Wei Fan's figure in shock.
"What a pity, we still can't see his full power!"
