The sky was covered everywhere in sharp golden divine swords, each one exhaling sword light, rushing skyward — a sea of swords that inspired awe, stretching as far as the eye could see, its killing intent world-shaking.
A hundred and eight thousand swords!
In the distance, many people were terrified. Such a forest of swords — anyone trapped within it would feel their courage crumble.
“This bird-man is too terrifying. How did he refine so many massive swords?” Tu Fei had a feeling things were looking grim.
The Azure-Robed Jiao King’s expression also changed. “It seems the Golden-Winged Little Peng King could not maintain his transcendence after all. In the physical body contest he fell behind, so he has brought forth the peng feather swords he has refined at the cost of his own life.”
“These are nothing like those randomly fired golden feathers — these are divine swords refined from Heavenly Peng flight feathers. They are one of the most powerful lethal techniques of the Heavenly Peng clan!”
“The peng feather swords carry the imprint of the clan’s inherited legacy. He is a descendant of the Old Peng King. Just how devastating their power could be — that is difficult to estimate!”
Many demon cultivators were speaking in low voices, feeling that Ye Fan’s situation was unfavorable and precarious.
“What’s the big deal? Roast the bird — burn it all to ash with a single fire. See how he can be so arrogant then!” the big black dog grumbled.
“This frenzied bird-man is too terrifying. I feel he’s even more unsettling than Holy Son Yao Guang!” Tu Fei muttered to himself.
“Fortunately, his cultivation has been suppressed to the second level of the Dao Palace. Otherwise the consequences would be unthinkable,” Yan Ruyu said, her expression serene. “Once the peng feather swords are fully formed, a hundred and eight thousand divine peng feathers released simultaneously can throw the heavens into chaos and shake the earth.”
“To have refined his peng feather swords at this age — it’s truly astonishing.”
In the sky, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes were extremely sharp — like a heavenly sword drawn from its sheath, shooting out beams of light that made people’s hearts tremble.
“A Thousand Feathers, a Thousand Swords — slash!” he roared. More than a thousand of the golden great swords standing in the high sky hacked toward the same target simultaneously.
More than a thousand beams of sword light launched their assault, cleaving through heaven and earth, burying Ye Fan beneath them. It was an assault that made people shudder — a thousand swords released as one, slashing through the high sky.
Swish, swish, swish…
Dazzling radiance, every beam as thick as a bucket, sharp beyond compare, like streams of jiao dragons charging forward — nothing could withstand them, as though capable of boring holes through the sky!
Clang, clang, clang…
Ye Fan’s every movement and gesture bore the Battle Saint Method. He struck down one beam of sword light after another, shattering them. The Detached Flame Divine Furnace hung above his head, as he charged toward the Golden-Winged Little Peng King.
The scene was absolutely breathtaking — a thousand feathers, a thousand swords, cleaving through heaven and earth, their power awe-inspiring.
From the distance, the spectators felt their spines run cold with chills, cold air rising unceasingly from their backs. Even standing this far away, they sensed the terrifying killing intent. Those beams of sword light were as thick as buckets, filled with boundless killing intent — like falling into a cellar of ice.
To feel this from outside the battle was already so — let alone being within the forest of swords. It was impossible to imagine what intensity of killing intent Ye Fan was enduring.
A hundred and eight thousand swords hung across the sky. Each golden divine sword radiated terrifying killing intent, and together they formed a devastating, annihilating aura that made people shudder.
Clang, clang…
Ye Fan was sweepingly offensive, like a war god, his entire body bathed in divine light. He made the heavens tremble as he fought his way through. Though a thousand swords were hacking at him, they couldn’t stop him at all.
Every beam of sword light was shattered by him. This was the supreme power of the Desolate Ancient Holy Body — harder than any sacred weapon or precious blade. Whatever it struck, it shattered.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King remained unmoved, standing tall within the forest of swords, killing intent in his eyes vast and boundless. He roared out, “Three Thousand Swords — shatter the void!”
Clang, clang, clang…
The divine swords rang out in unison. Three thousand golden divine swords launched simultaneously, their sword light interweaving to form a terrifying, dense celestial net — dense and frostily sinister.
Such a powerful assault — even Ye Fan’s Desolate Ancient Holy Body felt a slashing, tearing pain.
Three thousand great swords released at once, cleaving through the sky, their sword energy soaring skyward, sending him tumbling backward through the air.
Swish, swish, swish…
Brilliant light like rainbows, penetrating heaven and earth — one beam after another, without end. The sky was a blinding expanse.
Boom!
Ye Fan unleashed his full force, shattering over a thousand beams of sword light, then began to activate the Detached Flame Divine Furnace.
The fire furnace above his head rapidly enlarged. The five-colored furnace lid clanged open with a loud crash and flew up into the sky, and from the pitch-black furnace mouth, a vast surge of black flames came pouring out.
Clang, clang, clang!
More than a thousand great swords came hacking down, swallowed in an instant by the black flames. The scorching temperature sent shudders through people, and on the spot, one thousand three hundred golden great swords were melted down.
Golden light flickered in the sky. Within the black flames, the golden radiance slowly faded. More than a thousand peng feather swords were destroyed, burned to ash.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s golden hair shot upright, whipping in wild disarray. Both eyes blazed with cold light. More than a thousand great swords had been destroyed, causing him intense pain. He couldn’t help but let out a long roar.
“What kind of fire is that? How can it possibly be this terrifying?”
“The peng feather swords are razor-sharp beyond compare, and he burned more than a thousand great swords with a single fire. It’s truly astonishing.”
“Surely that’s not the same fire that burned the Ji Family’s Supreme Elder — no, that one had multiple colors. This is different.”
The spectators all changed expression. This fire’s temperature was scorching. Even from this distance, it made their hearts quail. If one were to be engulfed by it, the consequences would be unthinkable.
The Detached Flame Divine Furnace shimmered with crystal clarity, radiating five-colored glassy light. It hung above Ye Fan’s head, flames surging, blazing intensely, the black great fire burning the void into a warped distortion.
Surrounded by such flames, his precious body flashed and gleamed. Battle intent blazed high within him. He strode through the void and advanced forward, pressing in.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s expression turned cold. “Peng Feathers Reborn!” he commanded.
His entire body shone like gold, shooting out one beam of sacred radiance after another. The golden great swords replenished to full, once more becoming the hundred and eight thousand swords.
The powerful killing intent gathered together, forming a sea of swords filled with despair — every great sword ringing with a clear, resonant tone, the sword cry shaking the heavens!
“He’s actually comprehended the Heavenly Peng clan’s lethal technique to this degree — reaching the realm where the peng feathers are reborn and the sword intent is imperishable!”
“The hundred and eight thousand swords — with imperishable sword intent, the divine swords will not be destroyed unless every single one of them is annihilated in a single breath!”
In the distance, no one failed to change expression. Such indestructible divine swords would give any opponent a headache. Endlessly self-renewing, ever-renewed — in the end, any foe would inevitably be slashed to death.
“Ten Thousand Swords in Motion!”
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared. Ten thousand great swords vibrated, their sword energy eye-piercingly bright, boring through the void. They tangled together here into a terrifying web of swords.
Ye Fan activated the Detached Flame Divine Furnace, letting it expand to a hundred zhang in height — like a mountain peak standing in the sky.
At this point, there was nothing to hold back. Endless black flames surged outward in all four directions.
These were black flames taken from the Surface of the Fallen Sun Ridge within the Primordial Forbidden Zone. Though taken from the surface layer, they still possessed an extremely terrifying temperature.
Boom!
The great fire blazed skyward. The black divine flames swept in all four directions, swallowing ten thousand great swords, slowly burning them to destruction.
Clang, clang, clang…
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s entire body blazed with radiant light. Ten thousand great swords burst outward, once again replenishing into the forest of swords.
“What a monster!” Tu Fei was stunned.
“At this rate, the black flames will sooner or later be exhausted, but his peng feather swords will remain indestructible. The consequences for Ye Fan will be unthinkable,” the Azure-Robed Jiao King said in a grave voice.
“Not necessarily. He is continuously regenerating his peng feathers, which also comes at a cost. Over an extended period, he may not be able to sustain it,” Yan Ruyu said.
The hundred and eight thousand swords, ten thousand in motion, cleaving through the sky, submerging Ye Fan. He used the Detached Flame Divine Furnace to open a path and charged toward the Golden-Winged Little Peng King.
Boom!
The black great fire blazed skyward, raging across the ten directions, charging at the great swords.
The hundred and eight thousand swords resonated and shook. Endless killing intent poured out and converged into an enormous divine sword towering to the clouds — this was the killing intent of the hundred and eight thousand swords!
Swish!
The great sword, a thousand zhang in length, came slashing straight down. The terrifying killing intent this contained caused even Ye Fan to feel a chill — all hundred and eight thousand swords united as one, with killing intent without bound!
Boom!
Ye Fan was sent flying with a single slash. A lethal technique of this kind delivered a terrifying impact even to his Desolate Ancient Holy Body.
“It’s monstrous — is this really a contest at the second level of the Dao Palace?!”
“The Heavenly Peng clan’s lethal technique is chilling to behold. If it were not the Desolate Ancient Holy Body, any other person would long since have been slashed to the obliteration of body and soul.”
…
In the distance, no one could remain calm.
Boom!
Ye Fan activated the Detached Flame Divine Furnace, setting fire to the ten directions, sweeping toward the hundred and eight thousand great swords.
Clang, clang, clang…
One golden divine sword after another shot out like rainbows, appearing behind the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, avoiding the vast fire.
Although he had reached the realm of peng feather rebirth, he could not withstand this terrifyingly intense flame burning without limit. He had no wish to sustain damage.
The two were at a standoff!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King had not expected his innate, heaven-gifted lethal technique to be countered by his opponent. The black flames from his opponent’s fire furnace were a grave threat to his peng feather swords.
“The Desolate Ancient Holy Body truly can look down upon all of the same realm — vaguely suppressing the Golden-Winged Little Peng King,” Tu Fei said with delight.
The Azure-Robed Jiao King shook his head. “It is too early to say such things. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King has the potential to become a Great Emperor. In every respect, he is not far behind the Desolate Ancient Holy Body. Right now, it is no more than a clash of weapons.”
“There is still some gap between them. His physical body was tempered in the Four Extremes Secret Realm,” Tu Fei said.
“Is the Desolate Ancient Holy Body truly this fearsome? Someone in our demon race who has hope of reaching the path of the Great Emperor is falling behind in the same realm!” several demon cultivators murmured among themselves.
Boom!
Suddenly, from within heaven and earth, an incomparably brutal, murderous aura emerged. It made both flesh and soul tremble involuntarily.
It was as though a primordial, savage beast had broken free of its seal and arrived in this world — boundless killing intent rolling across the high heavens!
“This is…” Everyone was shocked.
In the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s hand, there was now an additional weapon — pitch-black, dark light seeping with an eerie chill, heart-striking to behold. This brutal, murderous aura was precisely what it was emanating.
“The Great Desolation Halberd!”
Many changed expression at once. Some of the lesser demons turned deathly pale, nearly dropping to their knees.
This weapon cast from black metal — it was as though alive, its murderous aura surging to the heavens, making one’s hair stand on end. It exuded a fearsome, awe-inspiring might.
“It’s truly the Great Desolation Halberd — the Old Peng King’s demonic weapon of a lifetime of killing!”
“That’s right. It is indeed the Great Desolation Halberd — blood flowing in rivers, slaughter without end, bones piled like mountains. Who knows how many living beings have had their lives taken by it!”
The pitch-black weapon was filled with ferocious energy, gleaming with icy metallic luster — like a grimacing savage beast, pouring out an incomparably brutal aura.
“This is not fair! The Golden-Winged Little Peng King is wielding a weapon of the demon race’s titan. How can this fight continue?!” Tu Fei cried out.
“Rest assured. It has been sealed — its ‘Great Desolation’ might is not present!” the Golden-Winged Little Peng King replied coldly.
The Great Desolation Halberd was a demonic weapon that a great demon elder had refined throughout a lifetime. Though incomparable to a supreme weapon, it was still extremely terrifying.
“It has indeed been sealed. The Old Peng King would not let him rely on a demonic weapon too early,” Yan Ruyu said with a nod.
The Great Desolation Halberd — no one knew how terrifyingly powerful it truly was. There were rumors that it was heavy as a mountain, and even a cultivator of the Four Extremes Secret Realm would have great difficulty holding it.
Perhaps only the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, and someone like Ye Fan with the Desolate Ancient Holy Body, could wield such a weapon at a low cultivation level.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King stood with the Great Desolation Halberd, his entire body gleaming brilliant gold — while the Great Desolation was pitch-black as ink, forming a sharp contrast. The killing intent of both combined was like a vast ocean, undulating in great waves.
And behind him, the hundred and eight thousand great swords all stood vertically toward the heavens, their sword energy soaring skyward — setting him off as incomparably fearsome. His robust body radiated a fierce, savage killing nature.
Boom!
Ye Fan brought out his cauldron. The cauldron, just over two cun tall, rapidly enlarged to over one meter in height, taking the place of the Detached Flame Divine Furnace and hovering above his head.
This cauldron was ancient and natural, radiating no killing intent. It gave one a sense of the Dao operating as Dao — as though it were expounding upon the “Dao” and “Principle” that existed between heaven and earth.
Within the cauldron, threads of Mysterious Yellow light drifted down, wrapping around him completely, making him appear as though he and the Great Dao had merged into one.