The cultivator saw Mo Fan actually grab the flying sword he had just sacrificed with one hand. His scalp instantly went numb, and he turned to flee, only to be pierced through the body by an object Mo Fan shot from his mouth.
Before the cultivator could even detonate the golden core power within his body, Mo Fan retracted his tongue arrow, dragged the body back, opened his bloody maw, and devoured the man whole, clothes, bones, and all.
Then, clutching the flying sword, he leapt straight out of the massive fissure that had been cleaved open by the tribulation lightning blade.
The moment Mo Fan appeared, all the surrounding cultivators were startled.
Very quickly, however, shock turned to fury when they realised this fellow was actually chewing the fresh flesh of the cultivator he had just killed.
It was simply unbearable for them.
In fact, Mo Fan had not stored the cultivator in his inner space. He had chosen to eat him raw.
To do so, he had deliberately enlarged his head to a monstrous size, making his body look tiny in comparison, as though he were some deformed freak.
He did this precisely to terrify these cultivators in one brutal stroke, to seize the initiative through sheer dread.
To put it bluntly, he wanted to scare the living daylights out of them.
“Monster! You… you actually ate our senior brother!”
Amidst the crowd’s terror, someone shouted in rage. It was a beautiful female cultivator, trembling all over as she pointed at Mo Fan, her face pale with anger.
“Oh?”
“This little lady is rather pretty. Were you that fellow’s dao companion or his mistress?”
Mo Fan looked at the female cultivator, swallowed the shredded flesh still in his mouth, and felt a rush of sweet, metallic blood slide down his throat. He could not help licking his lips.
“No wonder those demons love eating people. It’s this thrilling taste in the blood… Damn it, after being a demon for so long, I seem to have turned a bit perverted myself!”
Mo Fan cursed himself silently, just as the female cultivator screamed and unleashed a storm of golden needles at him.
Mo Fan stood motionless, letting the golden needles strike his body. They did not even break his skin.
“How is this possible… What kind of monster are you?”
“My Storm of Golden Needles can’t hurt you at all!”
The female cultivator retreated several steps in horror.
Mo Fan dug in his ear, then casually seized one of the golden needles with demonic power, examined it, and frowned in dissatisfaction. “Woman, you really underestimate this king. You think a mere dharma artefact can harm me?”
“This demon is strange and possesses an extraordinary physique. He must have cultivated an indestructible vajra body. Everyone attack together, surround him with dharma treasures!”
“I refuse to believe we can’t break his demonic body!”
Mo Fan’s words did not frighten the cultivators. Instead, they stoked their anger, and they all attacked at once.
“Alright, I’ve played with you lot long enough. Time to send you on your way.”
“Listen well: those who kill demons will always be killed by demons!”
With that, Mo Fan’s figure flickered and vanished. When he reappeared, he was directly in front of the beautiful female cultivator. Without any flourish, he punched straight through her body, showing no mercy whatsoever.
“Ah…!!”
A nearby cultivator screamed as warm blood splattered across his face.
“No need to be afraid. You’ll get to experience it yourself right now.”
“It’ll be quick. It shouldn’t hurt.”
Mo Fan turned, grinned at the man, and with a casual wave of his hand, severed the cultivator’s head.
“Fiend! How dare you act so arrogantly!”
“Give us your life!!”
The surrounding cultivators roared in fury as numerous dharma treasures blasted towards Mo Fan.
Mo Fan turned, opened his mouth, and inhaled sharply.
In an instant, every single dharma treasure was sucked into his inner space.
“Pff! Pff! Pff! Pff…!!”
Cut off from their bonded treasures, many cultivators suffered backlash at once and spat out mouthfuls of blood.
“We haven’t even started fighting properly, and you’re already vomiting blood?”
Mo Fan spoke faintly, took one step, and appeared before another cultivator.
This one was a mid Core Formation cultivator. His expression changed dramatically. The moment Mo Fan arrived, he frantically sacrificed a round shield to block the attack.
Mo Fan shattered the shield with a single punch, and the cultivator’s body along with it.
“Mid Core Formation… pathetic!”
“As expected, you lot can’t compare to those cunning personal disciples!”
While speaking, Mo Fan began a massacre.
His defence was monstrous. Even without using his dragon aura to protect himself, few cultivators could injure him, and any wounds healed almost instantly thanks to his regeneration divine ability.
His speed was terrifying. Transforming into lightning, almost no one could escape his pursuit.
His strength was even more horrifying. Every attack was a straightforward punch, no fancy techniques, just pure overwhelming force that shattered everything.
Spells or treasures, everything exploded before his fists.
And the cultivators’ bodies exploded along with them.
At this moment, Mo Fan was like a lord of hell who had walked out of the underworld. Wherever he went, cultivators died.
His steps were not fast, yet he moved through the crowd, practically killing with every stride.
“This demon is ferocious! Stop holding back, everyone! If we don’t go all out, we’re all dead!”
A cultivator bellowed. His aura suddenly surged, rising to another level.
Sensing the man’s presence leap from mid Core Formation to late Core Formation, even Mo Fan was slightly taken aback before breaking into a wide grin. “Interesting!”
He did not know whether the man had used a secret technique or genuinely broken through, but it did not matter. It only made him more excited.
Ever since mastering the power of the King realm, he had not met a worthy opponent. Even mid Core Formation cultivators died to a single punch.
Now, facing late Core Formation cultivators to test his fists against, Mo Fan was naturally thrilled.
And so, a true battle erupted.
It was no longer a one-sided slaughter. For a time, the fight actually seemed somewhat evenly matched.
Three cultivators in total, all late Core Formation stage.
Their spells and treasures far surpassed those of the previous cultivators, and together their power was even greater. For a while, even Mo Fan could not kill them quickly and instead suffered several wounds.
After exchanging blows with the trio for a short time, Mo Fan gradually grasped the extent of his current strength and directly activated his Dragon Aura Protection divine ability.
In an instant, he abandoned all evasion and defence. With a raise of his hand, a bolt of shocking thunder flew in from afar.
“Pfft!”
This time, he charged straight through one cultivator’s attack, arrived in front of him, and pierced the man’s body with a spear thrust. With a flick, a golden core flew out from the body.
Mo Fan opened his palm and seized the core.
The remaining two cultivators paled in horror, no longer daring to fight. They turned and fled.
In their eyes, this monster was simply invincible.
If they kept fighting, they would certainly die.
Yet how could their speed compare to Mo Fan’s?
Soon, both were killed, and their golden cores naturally became Mo Fan’s spoils of war.
Thus, every single cultivator who had coveted Mo Fan’s treasures and life was dead.
In this battle, Mo Fan had slain dozens of cultivators.
More than twenty were Foundation Establishment stage, over ten were Core Formation stage. He killed until everyone trembled in fear.
Far away, some cultivators had still been watching, but after witnessing Mo Fan’s terror, they fled without looking back.
Next, Mo Fan turned towards the naked bald man twenty li away and clicked his tongue. “Mate, you’re seriously perverted. Doing that in broad daylight?”
“Want to come back to my demon mountain and have some fun?”
Ri Ying’s face darkened. He glared at Mo Fan with hatred, then turned and fled without hesitation.
“Hey! Your arse is hanging out!”
“Everyone, quick, look! There’s a naked streaker!”
“Look at that perverted bald bastard, doesn’t he look exactly like Ri Ying, the personal disciple of the Sun Moon Holy Sect?”
“…”
Ri Ying, who was fleeing, stumbled hard and nearly fell flat on his face…
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