The Golden-Winged Little Peng King stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his golden hair swirling wildly, his gaze soul-piercing — utterly self-sovereign in bearing, radiating an overwhelming sense of pressure.

“Brother Peng, why go this far?” The Little Azure Flood Dragon King stepped in front of him.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s killing intent was sharp as a blade, his words ice-cold: “I have already given him a choice. Leave behind the yellow-black source root and he may leave alive. Otherwise, I will take it myself, and he will not leave with his body intact.”

“Golden-Winged Little Peng King — don’t push your luck!” Tu Fei shouted, positioning himself in the way as well.

“What if I do push my luck?!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s pupils were sharp as blades — his gaze capable of piercing into the very marrow of one’s bones. Killing intent washed over Tu Fei as well.

This was a person who would turn against anyone without hesitation, who acknowledged no one but himself, who once he had made a decision could not be stopped by any person alive.

The Little Azure Flood Dragon King’s expression darkened. Whatever the circumstances, this was his palace. If this man intended to kill someone here, he as host could not stand by and watch.

Within the magnificent palace hall, an invisible killing intent pervaded the air. The atmosphere was taut. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was like a heavenly blade unsheathed — even the palace maids standing far away had begun to tremble.

Faced with this extremely dangerous figure, his murderous ferocity towering to the heavens, Ye Fan was equally decisive. He said nothing at all, and simply brought out the cauldron forged from the Primordial Source Root of All Things, suspending it above his head.

Right now, strength was the only truth. Neither Dao nor Principle had any use here — only one’s actual means could speak.

The yellow-black energy cascaded down in fine threads, enveloping Ye Fan completely. The Primordial Source of All Things flowed and circulated, as if reverting to the moment before heaven and earth were first divided.

Once the cauldron appeared, the eyes of every other demon clan member seated nearby shot out beams of intense light — they stared without blinking.

“Exactly as I wished!”

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King reached out a hand, manifesting an enormous golden peng claw that filled half the palace hall, reaching toward the yellow-black cauldron — heart-stopping in its ferocity.

This was extreme self-confidence — faced with a weapon forged from a sacred material of heaven and earth, he showed not the slightest caution, simply reaching out to pluck it from above Ye Fan’s head.

Bang!

The Little Azure Flood Dragon King struck out. He extended his great hand, positioning it above the yellow-black cauldron, meeting the enormous peng claw head-on.

This was a collision at the absolute pinnacle of the demon clan’s younger generation. Though it was not a life-or-death struggle, even a casual exchange of blows at this level was deeply terrifying — enough to reduce an entire palace to ashes.

Neither of them wished to destroy this place, however, so both held back at the right moment. The great hands — like black holes — contained the storm within, and each withdrew their power.

“Brother Azure Yi, my mind is set. You cannot stop me.” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s eyes held no lessening of killing intent. Behind him, a divine bird manifested — a roc, like a deity — releasing an incomparably terrifying surge of demonic power.

Hum!

The entire palace hall trembled. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King looked down on all present and struck once more, reaching toward the yellow-black cauldron, his divine might unfathomable.

The Little Azure Flood Dragon King moved to block; Tu Fei acted as well, stepping forward to help.

Ye Fan had never encountered someone so completely devoid of reason. He had nothing to say — he drove the cauldron forged from the Primordial Source Root of All Things and sent it smashing toward that hand, intent on pulverizing it to dust.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King undeniably possessed extraordinary power — otherwise, how could he dare to seize the cauldron barehanded? His great hand was like the peak of heaven itself, seemingly capable of pressing down upon the whole sky.

Clang!

The cauldron rang out, the sound rolling like a great ocean wave. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s divine might was immense — his great hand seized the cauldron and he nearly succeeded in wrenching it away.

Ye Fan’s heart shook. This person was truly one of the absolute pinnacles of the younger generation, unrivaled across the Eastern Desolation’s central region. If the Little Azure Flood Dragon King hadn’t been there to obstruct him, he might well have had the cauldron plucked away.

Bang!

The Little Azure Flood Dragon King and Tu Fei struck simultaneously at the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s arm, forcing him to pull back his strength to deal with the two of them.

It had to be said — the Golden-Winged Little Peng King was truly formidable. Wherever his palm and fingers passed, the space dimmed — as though literally crushed and collapsed inward!

The Little Azure Flood Dragon King was no ordinary figure — he was a supreme young powerhouse standing shoulder to shoulder with the great Holy Son and Holy Maiden of the major Holy Lands, heir to the power of the demon clan’s great expert, the Azure Flood Dragon King.

Tu Fei was likewise exceptional — he had fought the Yao Guang Holy Maiden Yao Xi herself and, though defeated, had been fully capable of keeping himself safe.

And yet now, with both the Little Azure Flood Dragon King and Tu Fei striking simultaneously, they still could not stop him.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was like an unstoppable deity. His great hand was like the peak of heaven — weighty as ten thousand tons — pressing down on both of them until their faces turned pale, and sending them flying in one blow.

“I want to kill you. No one can save you!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King advanced step by step, looking down on Ye Fan from above.

His eyes churned with killing intent, golden winds gusting around him. His great hand reached forward, aimed straight at the cauldron above Ye Fan’s head — intending to seize it in one grab.

To reach down and snatch the cauldron directly like this was not merely self-confidence — it was the expression of absolutely transcendent power. Few would dare act this way.

Ye Fan unleashed the Sacred Art of Battle, driving the yellow-black cauldron to smash into that golden hand — intending to shatter it to dust.

Clang!

The cauldron rang out like a vast ocean tide. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s strength could shake the heavens — his great hand seized the cauldron, and it seemed he was truly about to succeed in pulling it away.

How immeasurably heavy the cauldron forged from the Primordial Source Root of All Things was, no one could say. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s divine might was imposing beyond measure; he gripped the great cauldron and was genuinely on the verge of wrenching it away.

The cauldron of the Primordial Source of All Things swayed. The energy it released could have turned the entire palace hall to ash — but the Little Azure Flood Dragon King struck and dispersed the rippling aftermath, preventing the hall from being destroyed.

One could imagine the cauldron’s immense power from this alone. And yet even so, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King had seized it in his grip and was on the verge of taking it away.

Ye Fan’s heart went cold. This cauldron was unbreakable against all enemies, sweeping through opposition like dry rot — yet now it was held fast in the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s grasp, about to slip from his control. It was genuinely difficult to believe.

The Little Azure Flood Dragon King and Tu Fei struck again. But the Golden-Winged Little Peng King was simply too powerful — right hand gripping the cauldron, left hand pressing outward with divine force like ten thousand tons, he sent both of them flying once more.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was absolutely capable of contending with the Yao Guang Holy Son — another figure who could stand against a Divine King’s body!

The cauldron — with the Primordial Source of All Things cascading down in fine threads capable of collapsing mountain peaks, its might beyond reckoning — was being slowly lifted by the Golden-Winged Little Peng King.

“Kill!”

At this very moment, Ye Fan finally acted, unleashing his killing trump card.

He had been waiting for this opportunity all along. The distance was now close enough. From the golden lake at his brow, the inch-long golden sword forged from his divine consciousness shot out in a brilliant arc.

Divine consciousness made manifest — aimed straight at the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s sea of consciousness, seeking to end his life in one strike. Even if he was the descendant of a great expert, Ye Fan would kill him all the same.

The inch-long golden sword blazed brilliantly as a rainbow across the palace hall. Everyone’s expression changed — this was a divine consciousness pressure attack of such force that even onlookers could barely breathe.

Clang!

The cauldron forged from the Primordial Source of All Things rang softly and returned to hover above Ye Fan’s head, cascading yellow-black energy down to envelop him.

Like a divine spirit changing position, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King released the cauldron and silently retreated — at a speed so fast it made the eyes blur, impossible to track.

The Celestial Peng’s Supreme Speed — unmatched in all the world!

Ye Fan’s divine consciousness sword was not slow — swift as lightning, impossible for ordinary people to react to in time.

Yet the Golden-Winged Little Peng King had barely managed to evade it — displaying a speed that left everyone stunned.

“The Celestial Peng body technique — the supreme speed of this world!” someone cried out in astonishment.

Ye Fan had not been entirely without result. A strand of golden hair drifted down — like a sliver of sunlight falling to the ground.

The golden sword formed from his divine consciousness had not pierced through the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s forehead bone — but it had severed a lock of hair from his brow.

In close range, the powerful divine consciousness attack had been an unstoppable force. It had served Ye Fan well time and again, allowing him to turn danger to safety — he had slain Ji Ren with it, overwhelmed the Yao Guang Holy Maiden, and it had never once failed him.

And yet the Golden-Winged Little Peng King had displayed a speed that inspired awe, and evaded it. This was nearly beyond belief.

Yet it was the truth. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s combat power was extraordinary — virtually unmatched among his generation. And his speed, too, was something that filled people with dread.

“The Celestial Peng body technique — truly the supreme speed in all the world.” Someone sighed.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s golden hair swirled wildly; his eyes were sharp as blades, fixed on Ye Fan. Only because he possessed such world-shaking speed had he evaded the attack. Any other person would have been struck by that golden sword without question.

The few young demon clan members nearby were also deeply shaken. None had expected Ye Fan’s divine consciousness to be this terrifyingly powerful.

Step by step, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King continued to advance, closing in — fully aware of the power of his opponent’s divine consciousness, yet utterly unafraid. This was an extremely dangerous figure, his eyes filled with a frenzied killing intent that chilled the soul.

“Brother Peng — do you truly regard me as your host as nothing at all?!” The Little Azure Flood Dragon King’s face was dark as iron, his expression severe.

“He’s nothing but a human Ancient Crippled Body — killing him is trivial. Why should you concern yourself, Brother Azure Yi?” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s killing intent pulled back, just slightly.

“He is my guest. To kill him here — when word spreads, what will others think of me?!”

“Fine. Brother Azure Yi, I’ll give you face. I won’t act within your residence.” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King pivoted abruptly and strode in great steps toward the palace doors, saying as he went: “The yellow-black source root — I will have it.”

As he departed, several demon cultivators who had come with him followed him out of the palace hall.

Tu Fei said furiously: “That’s absolutely outrageous. Brother Azure Yi — your so-called friend is utterly devoid of reason. He’s overbearing, domineering, and completely self-absorbed. What kind of person is he?!”

The Little Azure Flood Dragon King’s expression shifted slightly. “Leave it be — don’t say more.”

Tu Fei turned around to face Ye Fan: “You’ve really gotten yourself into massive trouble now. That self-absorbed lunatic will definitely not let you go.”

“Stay in my residence for the time being and do not venture out.” The Little Azure Flood Dragon King frowned.

Tu Fei said: “I tell you, little Ye, you truly have something — your divine consciousness is that powerful. You severed a lock of the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s golden hair. When that gets out, it will cause a sensation. No one of the same generation has ever managed to harm a single hair on him.”

The other young demon clan powerhouses in the hall all looked over. The terror of Ye Fan’s divine consciousness attack had genuinely shocked everyone present.

“You severed a lock of his golden hair and damaged his dignity. I’m afraid that even bringing out the Peacock King to mediate would only hold him back temporarily — eventually he will still come for your life.” Tu Fei said with a furrowed brow.

“What a pity — his speed was just too fast. The divine consciousness attack ended up accomplishing nothing.” Ye Fan was full of regret. “Is he really a roc?”

“This world has no true dragons, and naturally no true roc-phoenixes. But their clan does carry the bloodline of the divine peng.” The Little Azure Flood Dragon King replied.

Ye Fan understood in an instant. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s clan was similar to the flood dragon clan — neither true divine rocs nor true dragons, but royal clans among the demon kind regardless.

“The Celestial Peng body technique is unrivaled in the world. Going forward, you’re going to have a great deal of trouble — no escape will be possible.” A demon cultivator spoke up.

“In former times, only the Mad Elder of the human clan could keep pace with a king among the peng clan. No other supreme speed has ever been able to match it.” Another demon clan member said.

“Human — your yellow-black source root, I will have it.” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s voice drifted back faintly from outside the palace hall. “Enjoy the last few days of your life.”

The Little Azure Flood Dragon King’s brow furrowed upon hearing this. He turned to a palace maid and said, “Go and invite Miss Yan Ruyu here.”