The emerald mountain peaks, ancient pines standing vigorous, strange rocks jutting upright, waterfalls cascading like silk ribbons — three thousand feet of flowing silver.
“Killing the Desolate Ancient Holy Body of the same realm shall forge my path to becoming the Great Emperor. Such is the will of heaven — the Source of All Things’ Primal Qi root shall be mine!”
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was tall and imposing, his golden hair a cascade, his eyes blazing with brilliance. His entire person radiated a demonic quality. Standing on the mountain peak, he exuded a pressure that inspired awe.
“I have never killed a Heavenly Peng before. Today, I shall stain my hands with peng blood!” Ye Fan countered sharply.
“This constitution of yours has already fallen. Even this world has abandoned your kind. You should have been buried in the yellow earth long ago. Today, I shall utterly exterminate the Desolate Ancient Holy Body!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s killing aura surged to the heavens.
This was an extremely dangerous individual — quick to kill at the slightest provocation. He was absolutely determined to have Ye Fan’s cauldron, and there was no possibility he would spare Ye Fan’s life.
“My Heavenly Peng is destined to become a Great Emperor. Your Mysterious Yellow Primal Root was prepared for me — a treasure bestowed upon me by heaven! I shall use your sacred blood of the Desolate Ancient to wash the Source of All Things’ Primal Qi root clean, and forge my sacred weapon!” the Golden-Winged Little Peng King declared. His disheveled hair flew wildly, and the frenzied killing intent in his eyes intensified.
“That guy is a complete madman!” Tu Fei muttered under his breath.
The Azure-Robed Jiao King sighed. “He does genuinely have the power to be supreme among his generation. Word has it that Holy Son Yao Guang vowed from childhood to become a Great Emperor, and so he traveled to the Northern Region specifically to personally kill Holy Son Yao Guang.”
Tu Fei felt a stab of worry. “You don’t think he can actually suppress the Desolate Ancient Holy Body, do you?”
“Hard to say. The Great Emperor does not necessarily come from a divine body or holy body. If he truly has the potential to become a Great Emperor, Ye Fan is in genuine danger,” the Azure-Robed Jiao King said, shaking his head. “The Heavenly Peng clan is blessed by the heavens. Their physical bodies are comparable to the jiao-dragon clan — among the greatest in the world, not inferior to the human race’s Desolate Ancient Holy Body.”
“Slaughter the Holy Body! Let blood consecrate the Mysterious Yellow!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King let out a great roar.
The mountain peaks shuddered, bound by an invisible demonic force, as though about to collapse.
Swoosh!
Suddenly, the silver waterfall ceased its flow, suspended in midair in an instant, as though time itself had frozen.
Everyone broke out in cold sweat. A moment of bone-chilling terror swept through them, and they could not understand what had happened.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
The silver waterfall fell again, continuing its rushing flow. Everything returned to normal.
“I have already sealed myself, compressing my cultivation to the second level of the Dao Palace!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s voice rang out like the collision of gold and stone.
Ancient pines standing tall, aged vines clinging with vigor — the mountain peak fell absolutely silent. The great battle was about to begin!
Hum!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King made his move. The Heavenly Peng’s extreme speed was unrivaled under heaven. He transformed into a beam of light and charged forward, his golden fist striking with such force that space itself caved in, releasing violent tremors.
Slap!
Ye Fan threw out the Void Great Hand Seal. A massive black hand crossed the sky, dark and dense, meeting the peng fist with an earth-shaking blow.
Boom!
Like a peal of heavenly thunder, the mountain peaks swayed and shook. Golden and black energies ran rampant, surging like tidal waves in all directions.
Crackling…
Like a gale sweeping away dead leaves, like great waves washing over sand.
Every ancient pine on the mountain peak was uprooted and blasted apart in midair. Every strange rock was reduced to powder. The waterfall was swept up into the sky, flowing upward in reverse.
At the first collision, everything was demolished. Nothing remained on the mountain peak — pavilions and other structures were all destroyed, leveled to the ground.
The spectators were all startled at once. As the wild torrent of gold and black came sweeping toward them, they all shot into the air, evading it. It was hard to believe this was what fighters at the second level of the Dao Palace were capable of producing.
Hum!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s eyes blazed with brilliant light. His body surged forward, his golden fist burning like a divine flame, that sacred radiance dancing and leaping — dazzling beyond description, making it impossible to look directly at. It was difficult to imagine just how tremendous the power of that single punch was!
Slap!
Ye Fan once again used the Void Great Hand Seal. The black hand was like an ancient tree crashing down from the outer cosmos — dark and ominous, sending shivers through people’s hearts, striking the sky itself and making it tremble.
Rumble!
At the second great collision, the two of them unleashed a storm of yin and yang. The gold and black energies rose to the heavens, surging like a tsunami washing over the ten directions.
Crack!
The mountain peak could not endure it. A corner snapped off with an ear-splitting sound, while simultaneously rocks burst through the air, crashing and smashing like surging waves — huge stone blocks shooting in all directions.
Ye Fan and the Golden-Winged Little Peng King were like two divine beings locked in collision!
“How can this bird-man be so monstrous? His physical body truly is on par with the Desolate Ancient Holy Body,” Tu Fei said in shock.
“Their entire clan is blessed by the heavens. Not only is their speed without equal under heaven, but their physical bodies can fight true dragons. This is their peerless, heaven-given gift,” the Azure-Robed Jiao King said, his expression grave.
“No wonder this bird-man has practically flown up to the heavens in arrogance. With a physical body this terrifying, it’s essentially another Desolate Ancient Holy Body,” Tu Fei exclaimed in wonder.
Boom!
In the heat of the battle, Ye Fan had naturally discovered this fact. The Heavenly Peng’s physical body, tempered in the Four Extremes Secret Realm, was not inferior to his own — unyielding and indestructible.
Slap!
Ye Fan kept striking. Black hands and golden fists clashed, making the mountain body crumble, the waterfall flow in reverse!
Yet his physical body held no advantage. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was incredibly fierce, holding his ground entirely.
The Heavenly Peng’s physical body, capable of fighting and killing true dragons, was harder than Great Luo Silver Essence, gleaming with precious light, standing in direct opposition to the Desolate Ancient Holy Body.
Boom!
The two separated. Ye Fan formed the Mountain River Seal with his hands, and a great mountain materialized above his head — ancient trees stood in dense forest upon it, birds and beasts moved about, and even a silver waterfall surged mightily.
Ye Fan executed the Great Void Art, appearing suddenly before the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, and holding up the Mountain River Seal, he slapped it down directly.
“What kind of seal technique is that?!” Everyone was astonished.
The spectacle was colossal in scale. A great mountain towered in the high sky — majestic and grand, birds and beasts running wild, great rivers flowing with a roar — so utterly real, it was as though an actual mountain had been moved over.
Boom!
The world turned upside down as the Mountain River Seal came slapping down. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King resisted with all his strength!
Rumble!
The mountain was too vast — earth-shaking and heaven-overturning. In an instant, it buried the Golden-Winged Little Peng King beneath it.
The spectators in the distance all changed expression. This seal was too terrifying. Many felt they could not have taken it with their physical bodies, and even a cultivator of the Four Extremes Secret Realm would be turned to pulp immediately.
Boom!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King let out a long roar. His golden hair shot upright, and his robust body radiated a demonic quality. He swung out an enormous golden peng claw — the divine technique of their innate gift capable of hunting true dragons!
The claws split the sky!
The peng’s cry shook the heavens, reverberating for dozens of miles!
In the distance, many people felt their eardrums sting, nearly tumbling from the high sky.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King tore open the sky with his bare hands. The enormous peng claw ripped through the great mountain, causing it to crumble apart in the void.
Boom!
The great mountain collapsed, and the violent explosion surged skyward. The mountain peak beneath their feet silently sank by a dozen or so meters, cut drastically shorter.
This was the terrifying Heavenly Peng clan — the darlings of heaven. Their physical bodies rivaled the Desolate Ancient Holy Body in might, losing nothing in the comparison.
Ye Fan did not change his expression. So what if their physical strength was comparable? He activated the Battle Saint Method and called forth the Mountain River Seal again!
Hum!
A majestic mountain, as though piercing through time and space, came rushing from ancient times, pressing down in suppression.
Boom!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King met it head-on. The peng claw split the sky, rising up to meet it, and shattered the great mountain once again.
Boom!
But Ye Fan’s divine power was inexhaustible, never weary. He kept forming seals continuously, striking down thirteen consecutive Mountain River Seals.
In the distance, many demon cultivators stared with wide eyes. Even Tu Fei’s eyes were stretched open, murmuring, “Damn it, you absolutely cannot engage him in close-body combat. What a monster!”
Even a figure as powerful as the Golden-Winged Little Peng King began to feel overwhelmed. With thirteen great mountains pressing down one after another, he was forced to reveal his Heavenly Peng true form.
Golden light erupted skyward, dazzling and resplendent. An enormous peng bird appeared, spreading its wings and striking the heavens!
It was a massive bird dozens of meters long, blinding in its brilliance throughout, as though cast from solid gold. It was filled with the might that the heavens had bestowed upon it, and contained within it an explosive divine power.
The peng’s cry rang through the vast sky!
Its wings spanned the heavens, directly shattering six of the great mountains in a single sweep. Its divine power surged and billowed like a sacred fire burning within — its entire body radiated boundless light ten thousand feet in every direction.
Slap!
The divine wings struck the heavens. All clouds in the four directions were scattered by its blow. Brave and unstoppable, it crushed everything in its path, reducing all it passed through to flying ash.
Every Mountain River Seal was shattered by it!
This was the divine bird, the Heavenly Peng — its divine power surged to the heavens, overshadowing all other races!
But how could Ye Fan’s techniques be limited to just this? This was only the beginning. He executed the Great Void Art in full, pierced through the void, and in an instant appeared on the Heavenly Peng’s back.
He cupped his hands in an embrace of the moon, and a pitch-black demonic mountain appeared, held in his hands.
The Embrace Mountain Seal!
He clutched the great mountain and slammed it with all his might down onto the Heavenly Peng’s back. Just the sight of such force was enough to make one’s heart quake!
Boom!
The Embrace Mountain Seal struck out. The great mountain was as vast as the sky, descending with crushing weight.
Rumble!
The black demonic mountain slammed into the Heavenly Peng’s true form, sending the Golden-Winged Little Peng King flying sideways. Yet the black demonic mountain also crumbled — a testament to just how solid the Heavenly Peng’s physical body truly was.
Flash!
A blazing golden radiance flickered. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King transformed into his human form, and vanished into the void in an instant.
“Not good!”
Ye Fan’s heart tensed with alarm. He executed the Great Void Art and pierced through space to escape, but was still a step too late. The Heavenly Peng’s divine wings came hacking down.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s right hand transformed into a thirty-meter-long golden blade, gleaming with icy light, slicing in close in an instant.
Clang!
Ye Fan met it defensively, his golden fist shooting skyward, striking the blade and producing a sound that rang through gold and split stone, reverberating for dozens of miles.
Boom!
Though he dodged that strike, he was still hit in the back by the other peng claw, and was knocked flying several hundred meters away.
This was the Heavenly Peng’s extreme speed!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was fast to an inconceivable degree. He transformed into hundreds upon thousands of afterimages, striking ceaselessly, hammering away at Ye Fan’s physical body.
“I shall soar freely across all of heaven and earth!”
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared. His form multiplied into ten thousand images, appearing everywhere, all of them bearing down on Ye Fan at the center.
Finally, all those afterimages merged into one — becoming an eternal, indestructible true form. Golden light illuminated heaven and earth, and killing techniques like countless layers of pounding waves struck at Ye Fan without cease.
The Heavenly Peng Slash — divine wings splitting the sky, hacking down without end. In just a few moments, through the Heavenly Peng’s extreme speed, he had attacked tens of thousands of times!
Each strike caused the void to cave in. By the end, the void was actually pierced through, and Ye Fan was sent flying several miles away.
“Can this bird-man truly become a Great Emperor? Even against the Desolate Ancient Holy Body, he can’t be suppressed?!” Tu Fei was staggered.
This was the greatest battle Ye Fan had fought in his entire life — one where the two sides were truly evenly matched!
This was a terrifying Heavenly Peng with a genuine, if slim, chance of becoming a Great Emperor!
“Don’t even dream of using your spiritual sense to attack me, and there’s no point summoning your cauldron. Let your blood paint the sky crimson!” The frenzied killing intent in the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s eyes deepened further.
“I fear he truly does have the potential to become a Great Emperor!” The Azure-Robed Jiao King’s expression turned somber.
“You mean he may actually be able to kill Holy Son Yao Guang?!” Tu Fei’s heart jolted.
“The constitution of a Great Emperor is not necessarily a divine body, nor is it necessarily a holy body. He may truly have this kind of potential!” Yan Ruyu also spoke up.
The other demon cultivators all changed expression. Was the Golden-Winged Little Peng King truly powerful to this degree?
Roar!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s cry shook the rivers and mountains. Under the Heavenly Peng’s extreme speed, no one could say how many times he had attacked.
“Have your techniques reached their limit?!” Ye Fan’s cold voice suddenly rang out.
“He’s not injured — is the Desolate Ancient Holy Body truly near-immortal?!” Everyone was shocked.
In that moment, Ye Fan elevated his speed, and to everyone’s astonishment, he began trading blow for blow with the Golden-Winged Little Peng King in terms of pure velocity — not falling behind.
“How is this possible? The Heavenly Peng’s extreme speed is without equal under heaven. How can he keep up?!” The demon cultivators were stunned.
“Legend has it that only the madman elder’s footwork technique can rival the Heavenly Peng’s extreme speed — and even surpass it,” the Azure-Robed Jiao King said in a low, grave voice.
“He cultivates the madman elder’s footwork technique!” Yan Ruyu nodded.
Ye Fan turned ferocious. His divine power surged to the heavens, his entire body pulsing with overflowing vital energy. His massive hands blotted out the sky, scattering even the clouds above!
Boom!
That sky-covering hand sent the Golden-Winged Little Peng King flying with a single blow!
Boom!
Ye Fan formed seals with both hands, his posture as though holding up the heavens. An enormous black sun appeared instantly, filling the entire sky — vast and vigorous, overflowing with grandeur.
Like an ocean without measure, like an abyss without end, like an ancient mountain in all its grandeur!
The power surged to the heavens. People couldn’t help but want to kneel, to prostrate in reverence.
The Great Sun Seal!
Ye Fan held up the sky-covering black sun and pressed it downward.
Hum!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King let out a long cry, soaring skyward in defiance, trying to shatter the black celestial sun.
Boom!
Black flames incinerated the heavens, filling the sky completely, swallowing the Golden-Winged Little Peng King whole.
Flames blazed skyward. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King struggled out in a wretched state, the clothes on his body catching fire.
“Roasted bird — my absolute favorite!” the big black dog called out from below.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s fury surged. He shot skyward, his entire body blazing with golden light as he snuffed out the flames, roaring, “I want the sacred blood of the Desolate Ancient to run dry!”
He rushed forward to attack, his divine wings striking the heavens!
Ye Fan was utterly fearless. He formed the Great Sun Seal with his hands, and another vigorous celestial sun slowly rose — enormous beyond measure, filling the sky from end to end.
The black radiance burned all before it!
Boom!
The heavens cracked and the earth split, flames billowing through the sky, as the two of them clashed in great battle.
A fierce, violent collision — the very sky boiled.
Afterward, Ye Fan executed the old madman’s footwork, clutching a demonic mountain as he crashed forward in a frenzy.
Boom!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was smashed and sent tumbling backward, forced once again to reveal the Heavenly Peng true form.
The Desolate Ancient Holy Body was ultimately the Desolate Ancient Holy Body — the strength of its physical body surpassed the Heavenly Peng’s true form by a fraction. Ye Fan grew practically ferocious. The black demonic mountain kept pressing down from above in a relentless assault, hammering away at the Golden-Winged Little Peng King.
And the black celestial sun kept filling the sky from time to time as well, as he formed every variety of seal technique, setting this stretch of heaven and earth boiling.
The Phoenix of Fire Seal! The Sun and Moon Seal! The Mountain River Seal! The Embrace Mountain Seal! …
The Battle Saint Method transformed without end, without fixed form. One moment Ye Fan hurled out over a dozen demonic mountains; the next, he struck out over a dozen rounds of celestial suns — completely burying the Golden-Winged Little Peng King within them.
The two fought a deadly battle, each bringing their most extreme techniques to bear.
Boom!
Ye Fan clutched a demonic mountain and landed a solid, powerful blow onto the Heavenly Peng’s true form, sending the Golden-Winged Little Peng King staggering, nearly toppling from the high sky.
Ye Fan, at extreme speed, landed upon the Heavenly Peng’s true form and struck with the Mountain River Seal in a fierce barrage!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King let out a long cry, transforming back to human form in an attempt to shake off the entanglement.
But this time he did not succeed. When he transformed back to human form, Ye Fan was still upon his back, golden fists swinging and hammering down.
“He’s riding the Golden-Winged Little Peng King…” The demon cultivators were astonished.
The tide began to shift. The Desolate Ancient Holy Body took the upper hand, and Ye Fan gradually suppressed the Golden-Winged Little Peng King.
Boom!
Ye Fan’s powerful spiritual sense surged out, striking at the Golden-Winged Little Peng King.
Boom!
Golden feathers flew through the sky in every direction. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King burst out of Ye Fan’s grasp, leaving behind a feathered robe in Ye Fan’s hand as one golden feather after another was crushed by the spiritual sense.
“He’s plucked the bird! Keep up the good work!” the big black dog shouted.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s golden hair shot upright, his gaze like a blade. He let out a long roar and lunged forward again in attack. “Extreme Speed Divine Transformation!” he roared.
“Bad — this is the domain of divine transformation evolved from the Heavenly Peng’s extreme speed! To be sealed within it is nearly certain death!” the Azure-Robed Jiao King cried out in alarm.
“The blood of the Desolate Ancient Holy Body can be fully drained now…” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King said mercilessly, throwing a fist forward in a killing attack, with boundless killing intent!
Boom!
But to everyone’s astonishment, Ye Fan was not sealed. He struck first despite moving second, landing a punch squarely on the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s face — a spray of blood burst from his mouth.
“You…” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was stunned. He had never expected the other party to be unrestrained by the domain. He retreated decisively.
But Ye Fan launched a continuous barrage of attacks. The golden hand swept across the sky, hacking down directly, covering his skull.
Boom!
It was an extremely heavy blow, landing directly on the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s skull, making his head ring and his body lose its balance. That it was even him receiving this — anyone else would have had their body and soul obliterated.
His hair was in disheveled disarray, his body swaying again and again, nearly struck down from the high sky.
Slap!
Ye Fan’s large golden palm came sweeping across, landing heavily on his body, like slapping a scarecrow — sending him flying through the air.
One wrong step, and every subsequent step was wrong. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King had misjudged his move just now, and at this moment was being suppressed and beaten by Ye Fan!
Boom!
The golden hand blotted out the sky. Ye Fan hacked down onto his back, and a large spray of blood burst from his mouth.
Below, everyone was shaken. Ye Fan had actually beaten the insufferably arrogant Golden-Winged Little Peng King to the point of serious injury!