Hum!

Ye Fan’s golden fist came smashing down. Like the hardest divine iron vibrating too rapidly, it produced a piercing, shrill resonance.

This was a surge of violent divine power. The golden radiance dyed the entire sky a brilliant, magnificent hue — as though a blazing sun had shattered in midair.

Boom!

This fierce and deeply powerful golden fist crashed squarely onto the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s chest, making him cough up a mouthful of blood threaded with strands of gold.

Roar…

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King let out a long cry. His disheveled hair flew wild, every strand shooting upright. His robust body radiated a demonic quality, sending out vast, terrifying waves of energy like a great ocean, attempting to reverse the tide of the battle.

The divine peng spread its wings. Without turning his body, he swept backward. His right arm bore down like a mountain, caving in the space behind him — impossible to imagine what kind of wild force this was.

Clang!

Ye Fan’s golden fist struck out, landing on the sweeping peng arm. Like striking iron, it produced a heaven-shaking, resonant clang.

Their physical bodies were comparable to mountains, their strength having reached an inconceivable degree. Swinging their fists and arms, they could warp space, exerting a power refined to its absolute extreme.

Whoosh!

Storm winds surged ferociously. In the instant the Golden-Winged Little Peng King turned, Ye Fan’s large golden hand struck out — like a great grinding stone hacking down from above.

This strike was extremely fearsome. The grinding-stone-like great hand seemed cast from solid gold, filled with a devastating, destructive power. The compressed space rumbled with a reverberating sound, its momentum daunting and formidable.

Slap!

There was no way to dodge it. This great hand locked down the entire sky and came crashing down — landing squarely on the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s body, striking half of him at once.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was sent flying with that single blow. Such a heavy strike was too much even for a figure as powerful as him. He spat blood from his mouth, his golden hair scattering in disarray, and nearly tumbled down through the void.

Ye Fan held the upper hand and naturally had no intention of letting him reverse the situation. He gave him absolutely no opportunity, launching continuous killing techniques in a relentless assault.

Boom!

A golden great hand crossed the sky, cutting off his route of escape, crashing down from above — one step ahead, every step dominant. This unbroken offensive virtually locked down the other party, beating him into a corner.

Clang!

The Heavenly Peng swung its wings crosswise, attempting to break the golden great hand. The attack was vicious and fierce, dimming the very sky and earth around them. This terrifying, massive hacking strike sucked all the vital energy of heaven and earth dry from the surrounding area.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was full of savage wildness, the killing intent in his eyes fully exposed. He fought back in near-frenzied counterattacks, his body blazing with surging divine fire, desperately trying to shake off this disadvantageous position.

Clang, clang, clang…

But Ye Fan’s Desolate Ancient Holy Body was even more ferocious. Power against power, strength against strength — the golden fist seemed on the verge of punching through the heavens, possessing a force without equal.

The violent clashes were like the ancient heavenly court descending to suppress the sky, or like the Silver River tumbling down, pounding into the boundless great earth!

Ye Fan’s golden fists seemed to merge and fuse with heaven and earth themselves. Every time he struck out, the high sky trembled, and the spectators watching from afar were stricken with awe.

An immeasurable force — impossible to fathom!

Bang, clang…

Such fierce exchanges were almost never witnessed among the younger generation. One was the Desolate Ancient Holy Body; the other was a descendant of the divine peng, capable of hunting and killing true dragons.

Two physical bodies, each representing the pinnacle of strength — like the tip of a needle meeting the point of a needle. Their battle shook the soul and made this stretch of sky tremble.

Ye Fan’s divine power was inexhaustible, his stamina unfailing. His momentum grew stronger and stronger, and even the insufferably arrogant Golden-Winged Little Peng King felt a chill in his heart. Those golden fists were like mountains colliding, driving him into continuous retreat.

In this moment, the Heavenly Peng’s divine wings could no longer cut down his opponent. The golden fists were caving in space with every blow, each heavy strike making the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s arms go numb. The terrifying savage force was making him retch blood.

Ye Fan simply refused to give him the chance to turn the battle around. He had never underestimated an opponent — let alone the Heavenly Peng, who could sweep through the younger generation — so his attacks came in relentless, unbroken waves.

Boom!

With a storm-like rain of blows, he hammered the Golden-Winged Little Peng King to the point where the latter could no longer bear it. Blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, and both his arms had grown considerably dimmer in radiance.

Slap!

Ye Fan’s golden fist finally punched through — passing beyond the blocking peng wings and thundering into his chest. This crushing blow was more than even the Golden-Winged Little Peng King could endure. He felt a sharp, searing pain.

He was sent tumbling through the air, blood spraying out, staining even the tangled strands of disheveled hair with scattered drops of crimson. His magnificent physical body was trembling faintly.

Ye Fan gave chase. The two were bound together as though by an invisible rope, unable to shake free of one another.

Swoosh!

Ye Fan executed the Great Void Art, appearing without warning. The black great hand crossed the sky, the Void Great Hand Seal pressing down — the Golden-Winged Little Peng King had no way to dodge.

Boom!

It was a fearsome, crushing blow, landing directly on the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s skull and sending him reeling, his body losing its balance entirely.

The powerful and overbearing Heavenly Peng little demon king was being beaten into such a wretched state. Blood soaked his collar, and all who watched from afar drew sharp, cold breaths.

One must know that the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s divine might was known far and wide. Among the younger generation of the demon race, there was almost no one who did not know of him — he who sought to walk the path of the Great Emperor!

This was an excellent opportunity. Ye Fan advanced with the Eight Steps Chasing Cicada technique, and while the Golden-Winged Little Peng King was slightly disoriented, he clutched a demonic mountain and brought it crashing down in suppression.

Embrace Mountain Seal!

Boom!

A towering mountain, vast and magnificent and unstoppable, pressed down onto the Heavenly Peng little demon king’s body — a force as though the heavens and earth were overturning!

In the distance, everyone sensed a devastating aura and couldn’t help but feel their hearts pound.

Yet the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s physical body was not broken. The black great mountain smashed him sideways, fracturing his flesh and leaving streaks of blood — but he did not fall.

Hum!

Ye Fan pursued. He formed the Sun Seal with his left hand and the Moon Seal with his right. A celestial sun and a bright moon appeared across the sky, each blazing with resplendent, glorious light, releasing heart-jolting waves of energy. Each was the size of a small mountain, pushed forward by his hands, rolling over the sky in a rumbling advance.

Boom!

The Sun Seal spread across the heavens, ten thousand beams of light filling the sky. Ye Fan’s left hand struck down heavily, sending the Golden-Winged Little Peng King tumbling and flipping. Even the disheveled golden hair was soaked a vast crimson patch by the blood spraying from his mouth.

Slap!

The Moon Seal hung in the sky, soft and brilliant. Ye Fan’s right hand came slapping down, striking the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s body — water-like radiance surged forth like crashing, pounding waves.

This Heavenly Peng physical body was covered all over in trails of blood. The joints crackled and snapped, their incredible strength leaving everyone stunned.

“I don’t believe I can’t shatter it!” Ye Fan roared. His flesh gleamed, like a hundred-times-forged divine body, radiant and brilliant.

“Enough!”

Suddenly, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King let out a low roar. After being struck on the skull, he had been somewhat disoriented — but now the sharp pain brought him back to full alertness, and he let out a low, beast-like roar.

A descendant of the divine peng capable of fighting true dragons — with astonishing vitality, his eyes turned near-frenzied. Ten thousand golden feathers shot out, piercing through the sky, each one like a golden divine spear!

It was a terrifyingly lethal technique — endless golden feathers all transformed into blazing divine spears, every single one carrying a raging golden flame.

Swish, swish, swish…

The sounds of splitting air were unceasing. Every one shot toward Ye Fan — a fearsome and despairing killing attack!

Clang, clang, clang…

Ye Fan used his golden great hand to strike down and block those golden divine spears one by one. Anyone else would have been pierced through the flesh, drained of all blood, and dead by now.

But Ye Fan was the Desolate Ancient Holy Body — surpassing even the Heavenly Peng’s physical body by a fraction. He smashed a path through the tide of divine spears!

And rather than retreating, he was advancing — bearing down on the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, intent on suppressing and finishing him.

Rumble!

Ye Fan unleashed every variety of seal technique, lethal attacks emerging one after another, shattering divine spear after divine spear as he pressed toward the Golden-Winged Little Peng King.

Boom!

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King shook his arm. Ten thousand golden feathers converged into one, forming a vast golden sky-canopy, which pressed downward toward Ye Fan in an instant, submerging him.

This was a sky-canopy composed of countless razor-sharp divine spears — an absolute killing technique — pressing down all at once, burying Ye Fan beneath it.

In the distance, the spectators drew sharp, cold breaths.

“This bird-man is too terrifying. In a critical moment, every golden feather on his body is a killing weapon, impossible to guard against. Only a Desolate Ancient Holy Body could withstand this — anyone else would have been turned into a pincushion long ago!” Tu Fei’s heart quailed.

“This is likely only the prelude!” the Azure-Robed Jiao King said in a solemn voice.

Boom!

Ye Fan unleashed every offensive technique at his disposal. Every seal technique erupted simultaneously, punching a hole through the golden sky-canopy — and then shattering it entirely. All the divine spears crumbled apart, and what remained were broken feathers fluttering and drifting down.

Heaven and earth were filled with scattered golden fragments. Countless peng feathers drifted through the air, falling to the ground.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s silhouette was nowhere to be seen — he had vanished from people’s sight.

Ye Fan stood in the sky, sweeping his gaze in all eight directions, guarding against a thunderous strike from his opponent, prepared for a killing blow.

The others also searched, looking across the open terrain.

“That bird-man coughed up so much blood. He must already be seriously injured. Could he have fled in defeat?” Tu Fei muttered to himself.

The others were also filled with doubt and uncertainty. Ye Fan’s offensive techniques just now had been witnessed by all. If any of them had gone up there and taken those blows through physical endurance alone, they would long since have been reduced to flying ash.

“Golden-Winged Little Peng King — have you been defeated and fled?” Ye Fan called out.

A heavy cold snort descended from the high heavens. A golden figure appeared — the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, seated cross-legged in the void. Golden radiance ten thousand feet in all directions emanated from him, his entire body crackling and popping, every bone in his body vibrating.

Boom!

Demonic aura shot to the skies, surging like a vast ocean around him. He stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with a wild, fierce brilliance, and said coldly, “I would flee? What a joke. Everything has only just begun!”

Everyone was astonished. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s aura was even stronger than before — as though he had taken no injury at all. A boundless demonic aura was rolling and churning behind him.

“This bird-man was beaten down by the Desolate Ancient Holy Body and it caused him no real injury — and he’s already recovered in this short a time? That’s utterly terrifying,” Tu Fei said, his heart jolting.

“Indeed — the Golden-Winged Little Peng King has the potential to become a Great Emperor. In the same realm, he can contest against the Desolate Ancient Holy Body!” one of the demon powerhouses exclaimed in shock.

The Azure-Robed Jiao King’s expression shifted, and he said, “Can he truly walk the path of the Great Emperor?”

Yan Ruyu also murmured quietly: “Perhaps… he has some measure of hope.”

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King descended, standing face to face with Ye Fan. At this moment his demonic aura was surging skyward, billowing in vast waves, killing intent pervading the area in all four directions.

“A Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords!”

His voice rang like gold splitting stone, shaking the vast sky and making many people’s eardrums ache with pain.

In that instant, within this stretch of heaven and earth, killing intent shook the world. Beams of sword light rose skyward, as though endless volcanoes were erupting, shooting up into the clouds!

Beneath the sky, divine swords stood like a forest, arrayed across the sky — each one stretching several zhang in length, their blades frostily cold, standing vertically toward the heavens, blazing with brilliant light, killing aura soaring skyward.

A hundred and eight thousand swords!

Every single one had been refined from a divine peng’s feather, and each one exhaled dazzling sword energy — sharp and eye-piercing, awe-inspiring and soul-shaking.

As far as the eye could see, divine swords were everywhere, blazing and fierce, with the killing intent of a deep forest — enough to make anyone’s heart quake.

“I do not know whether the Great Emperors of ancient times in their youth have ever killed a Desolate Ancient Holy Body. Perhaps I shall be the one to open that precedent — letting sacred blood pave my path to becoming a Great Emperor!”

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s body was powerful and robust, strand upon strand of golden hair moving on their own without wind, swirling in wild disarray. His eyes were filled with a wild, savage killing air.

Ye Fan stood within the forest of swords, faced with endless beams of sword light surging skyward, feeling the bone-piercing killing intent. He felt not the slightest fear. He took out the Detached Flame Divine Furnace.

“When fighting with physical bodies, I could suppress you. And even now, I can still trample you underfoot!” Ye Fan’s expression was calm, but filled with towering self-confidence. The crystal-clear furnace, just a few cun in height, rested in the palm of his hand.