Yan Ruyu stood atop the mountain peak in a white robe, pure and radiant as the immortal lady of the Guanghan Palace, looking as though she might take flight toward the moon at any moment.

At this moment, the palm of her right hand was suffused with crystalline light, and the supremely awesome power of the supreme way billowed forth, pressing down upon everyone present and filling their hearts with fear.

This was an absolute, supreme pressure — like the ancient heavenly court descending — and there was simply no way to resist it. It made every single person feel despair.

It was like tiny ants attempting to shake a great mountain — an impossibility. Every person present was trembling, involuntarily on the verge of falling to their knees.

Crack!

Several demon cultivators could not bear it any longer. They shattered the rocky ground beneath their feet, and with a thud, dropped to their knees, their entire bodies quaking. It was a fear that originated from the very depths of their souls.

At the same time, the Azure-Robed Jiao King, Tu Fei, and the Golden-Winged Little Peng King were all gritting their teeth, resisting the overwhelming urge to prostrate themselves in reverence.

This was the majesty of the supreme way. The sacred weapon forged by the great demon emperor — even just this overwhelming sense of pressure was more than people could bear, driving them to kneel!

It was an indescribable feeling. One’s entire soul felt as though it had been pinned down by the Nine Dark Mountains of Death. Between life and death in a single thought, everything fell within the shadow cast by the supreme holy weapon.

The might of the Great Emperor defied comprehension!

“A contest of the same realm — do you dare to battle the Desolate Ancient Holy Body?” Yan Ruyu asked.

“Who am I? I am the Heavenly Peng, unrivaled in this generation! Why would I follow anyone else’s arrangements? I kill when I wish, I fight when I choose. Even if you are a descendant of the Great Emperor, it is not your place to command me!”

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King let out a long cry. Behind him, a golden divine bird — the Peng — materialized, like a divine being, spreading its sacred wings and breaking through the suppression of the supreme way’s majesty. He transformed into a streak of golden radiance and shot skyward.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King stood high in the sky, his head full of golden hair flying wildly, his gaze sharp and blade-like. His towering body was as though cast from gold — like a demon king, looking down upon all with contempt.

The other demon cultivators were deeply shocked. They had not expected the Golden-Winged Little Peng King to break through the might of the supreme weapon and stand alone in the high heavens. His terrifying, transcendent bearing sent a chill through their hearts.

On the other side, Ye Fan stood as straight as a green pine. His constitution was special — he had not felt the urge to bow down. He had, however, felt an impact; his physical body seemed not his own, and it was very difficult to move.

He had not been subdued, but his cultivation level was too low, and he could not break through as the Golden-Winged Little Peng King had. He could only stand where he was.

“The supreme weapon is well worthy of its reputation. A sacred weapon of the Great Emperor is this awe-inspiring — if unleashed, who in the world could receive it?!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s gaze was like a sword.

Yan Ruyu’s palm flashed, and she put away the sacred weapon. The crushing pressure retreated like a tide, swiftly vanishing.

“A complete supreme weapon is actually this terrifying…” Tu Fei was startled inwardly. His grandfather possessed half a sacred weapon, which was absolutely incomparable to this flawless imperial weapon.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King stood in the sky, his brilliant golden hair falling in disarray, half-draping over his blade-sharp face. His expression grew even more resolute. “The Source of All Things’ Primal Qi root — I want it. I must summon my own sacred weapon!” he said.

“You just don’t dare to fight the Desolate Ancient Holy Body, do you?” Tu Fei challenged.

“Killing him would be like cutting grass. But why should I follow anyone else’s arrangements?!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was unmoved, clasping his hands behind his back, consumed with extreme self-confidence.

“Don’t try to cover it up — it’s because you’re afraid. You don’t dare accept the challenge. Everyone knows it. The Desolate Ancient Holy Body is difficult to contend with. You, this bird-man, are simply frightened,” Tu Fei, the big-mouth, taunted.

“The Heavenly Peng acts as it pleases. I need no words from you. I will now take his life and seize the Mysterious Yellow Primal Root,” the Golden-Winged Little Peng King said coldly, swooping down and striking toward Ye Fan to kill him.

“Zheng, zheng, zheng…“

Yan Ruyu’s slender hand strummed lightly. Flower petals filled the sky, each one like a blade, blocking the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s path and slashing toward his body.

Hum!

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King swung his golden fists, shaking the void, shattering every single flower petal and scattering them across the sky. His demonic power was unrivaled.

“With me here, can you kill him?” Yan Ruyu stood still on the mountain peak.

“Your Highness the Princess, you have a supreme weapon, so naturally I cannot do anything to you — but whether you can actually stop me from killing someone is another question entirely!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was supremely arrogant.

Ye Fan stood atop the mountain and glanced at him, sneering. “Do you really think of yourself as the greatest expert under heaven? If that’s truly the case, go and kill Holy Lord Yao Guang — let us see your demonic might.”

“I will do exactly that in the future!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King stared at him, his killing intent boundless.

“I can say the same thing. In the future, I’ll be able to wipe out two of you with one hand!” Ye Fan mocked.

“You seem quite unconvinced right now?” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s eyes turned ice-cold.

“I’m stating fact. In the same realm, I could slap you to death with one hand,” Ye Fan continued to taunt. “If you want to talk about right now, then I can also say this — in Holy Lord Yao Guang’s eyes, you’re not even worth an ant. You don’t yet have the qualifications to soar freely across the world.”

“A desolate ancient waste-constitution, and you dare speak such shameless boasts to me!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s expression turned cold.

“I have cultivated for just over four years and am several realms behind you. I am indeed no match for you right now. Having cultivated for so many years, you can certainly play the role of a great expert before me. But please do not regard yourself as undefeatable — there truly is nothing remarkable about it.”

Everyone was taken aback. Ye Fan had cultivated for only four years and already achieved what he had. It was genuinely extraordinary. If this kind of constitution had been born in the Desolate Ancient era, his future would have been boundless.

“Aren’t you saying all this because you want to fight me at the same realm?” the Golden-Winged Little Peng King said with a cold laugh. “Honestly, I’ve always been tempted. Killing a Desolate Ancient Holy Body of the same realm — now that would be genuinely satisfying. I just didn’t want to be arranged by others, that’s all.”

“For me, there’s nothing satisfying about it. I can already predict the outcome — I’d crush you with a flip of my hand,” Ye Fan said, shaking his head.

These words were infuriating. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King laughed coldly again and again. “I’m genuinely quite tempted now!” he said.

“Little Peng King, there’s no need to bother yourself with a waste-constitution,” one of the demon cultivators among the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s followers spoke up. “If he refuses to accept it, I’ll take his life with my second level Dao Palace cultivation.”

“Someone like you won’t do. I could kill ten of you with one hand!” Ye Fan shook his head. He was only trying to provoke the Golden-Winged Little Peng King into making a move.

This demon cultivator was also a powerful figure among the younger generation, quite self-confident. Two beams of cold light shot from his eyes, and then he turned to Yan Ruyu. “I ask Your Highness the Princess to use the supreme weapon to suppress my cultivation. I wish to fight him.”

Yan Ruyu did not refuse. She made her move directly — a brilliant light glowed in her palm, a flash of supreme might came and went, and his cultivation was suppressed.

“No need for me to make a move — releasing the hound will suffice. Black Emperor, go — bite him!”

“Damn it!” The big black dog flew into a rage, letting out a series of low, rumbling snarls, then turned its head and bit toward Ye Fan.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

“Damned dog — if you don’t take him down for me, don’t even think about getting the ancient scripture or the mysterious tortoise for the rest of your life,” Ye Fan warned with a secret voice transmission.

“Human trash, what are you doing?” the demon cultivator sneered.

Flash!

Light flickered. Ye Fan rushed forward in an instant, striking out with the Void Great Hand Seal. A massive black hand blotted out the sky, dark clouds swirling, bringing thunder crashing down.

Boom!

The demon cultivator struck both hands upward against the massive black hand, but with a dull thud, he was sent tumbling sideways through the air by the black hand, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Everyone was greatly shocked. This individual was at the fifth level of the Dao Palace. Although he had been suppressed to the second level, his experience and battle instincts remained intact — yet he was left seriously injured in a single exchange. This drew sharp gasps of astonishment, and people exclaimed that the Desolate Ancient Holy Body was truly undefeatable against those of the same realm.

Hum!

Ye Fan rushed forward in an instant. The black hand, like an ancient towering tree falling down, blotted out the sky and blanketed the earth, making the void tremble.

Slap!

This time, the Void Great Hand Seal swept across, directly sending that person flying with a single strike, slamming him onto the mountain peak. He lay sprawled there, vomiting blood continuously.

“Someone like you dares to boast shamelessly, claiming this and that about waste-constitutions. Now that you’ve been defeated by me, aren’t you even more of a waste?” Ye Fan sneered, landing on the ground.

This demon powerhouse let out a low roar, swallowed several medicinal pills in quick succession, his entire body of bones crackling with energy. His demonic power surged, making the mountain peak tremble, and he charged forward again. “I can kill you!” he declared.

“Black Emperor, bite him!” Ye Fan said aloud, while secretly transmitting voice threats without stopping. This damned dog’s temper was enormous and it was very difficult to bring it to heel.

“Damn it, kid — just you wait!” The big black dog was seething with anger, its bald tail nearly sticking straight up to the sky, as it lunged at the demon powerhouse.

“Say, Little Ye — you’re really setting a dog to bite someone? Can you actually trust this damned dog?” Tu Fei asked.

The people around them were even more dumbstruck. Sending a non-transformed black dog against a demon powerhouse — wasn’t that just asking to die?

Boom!

The demon cultivator landed a palm strike on the black dog’s body, expecting to smash it into a pulp. Instead, the blow nearly shattered his own arm.

Bang!

He threw a punch at the big black dog’s skull. The Black Emperor was not the type to enjoy being beaten. Swift as a flash of black lightning, it opened its enormous jaws and swallowed that huge fist whole.

Crack!

The sound of bone shattering rang out.

“Aaargh…” The demon cultivator let out a scream of agony. The excruciating pain nearly made him lose consciousness.

A cool draft followed, and he looked down to find that his wrist was bare — his hand was gone, the stump raw and bloody, the palm bitten clean off.

“Ahh…”

The pain was unbearable, heart-rending and gut-wrenching. He screamed at the top of his lungs, his entire head drenched in sweat, and fell back rapidly.

Ptui!

The big black dog spat out a mouthful of bloody foam. The severed hand fell to the ground. The dog seemed to be gagging, and quickly ran to a mountain spring nearby, rinsing its mouth repeatedly, cursing the whole time.

“Damn it, the one thing I hate eating most in my life is the stinking meat of fox demons!”

Everyone: “…”

Everyone was dumbstruck. This nondescript big black dog was actually this terrifyingly powerful. It was clearly no ordinary creature. True to the saying — the dog that bites does not bark. Looking at it all slovenly from beginning to end, seemingly harmless to man and beast alike — turns out it was a truly vicious character.

“Absolute rotten luck!” The big black dog cursed continuously.

Everyone present was at a complete loss for words. This bald-tailed dog was absolutely in need of a beating — that was the unanimous thought of all.

“By the way, my favorite thing to eat is roasted small birds,” the big black dog said, craning its neck upward to stare at the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, licking its chops.

“Say that louder!” Tu Fei encouraged.

Boom!

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King descended onto the mountain peak. His expression was utterly cold as he stared at Ye Fan. “I truly cannot hold back any longer,” he said. “The Desolate Ancient Holy Body has moved me!”

He spun around abruptly to face Yan Ruyu. “I am unwilling to follow the arrangements of others. This is my own will. Your Highness the Princess, please put away your supreme weapon. I will seal my own power myself.”

“Are you certain you want to fight a Desolate Ancient Holy Body of the same realm?” Tu Fei asked.

“Throughout the ages, how many Great Emperors have there been? All of them possessed peerless, world-dominating qualities. If I am to walk this path, I must naturally surpass the Desolate Ancient Holy Body!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King said in a solemn voice.

“Ha ha ha…” Ye Fan burst out laughing. He felt the blood rushing faster through his entire body, itching to swing his fists immediately.