The Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art had an enormous reputation — created by a saint of the Celestial Peng clan, brought into the world specifically to slay saints of the human race. In that ancient era, it had become a crimson terror. Whenever this sacred art was mentioned, not a single person on earth failed to change their expression.
It should have vanished for over a hundred thousand years, buried in the dust of history. Who could have imagined it would appear in the world again today!
“Cough…” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King continuously coughed up blood. His magnificent body pulsed with golden radiance, and the wild glow in his eyes flickered as he stared fixedly at Ye Fan.
He had not expected that the world-unmatched Saint-Slaying Art had failed to kill Ye Fan, and instead left himself gravely wounded. This outcome was one he found impossible to accept.
Clang!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King expelled the last mouthful of fresh blood and stood his body upright, revealing an expression of cold cruelty. His snow-white teeth appeared eerie and sinister as he said: “You exceeded my expectations, yet you will still die. This was only the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art’s First Form!”
He was like a battle-tested demon, his fighting spirit soaring high, his murderous intent earth-shaking. Golden energy surged like great waves across his entire body, and his eyes were like cold lightning — awe-inspiring.
“The Old Peng King truly has great fortune — exploring that ruin, he actually reclaimed his clan’s supreme sacred art.”
“Now that the Celestial Peng clan possesses this supreme sacred scripture again, few people will dare provoke them in the future. This is an invisible deterrence!”
“The Doomsday Sacred Body is truly terrifying. Which sacred art did he unleash just now — how could it forcibly suppress the Saint-Slaying Art? It is astonishing. He must have studied some ancient scripture!”
Not a single person could remain calm. Every face was written with shock, hearts surging violently within them as they stared fixedly at the two great experts in the field.
A chill flashed through Ye Fan’s eyes. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King had not yet died — the opponent’s vitality was extraordinarily powerful. He was the most terrifyingly resilient physical form in the young generation, second only to Ye Fan himself.
“Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art — Second Form!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared.
A sheet of blazing radiance rent through heaven and earth. A golden peng bird transformed into human form, holding a scepter, walking forward from the far distant horizon.
Invisible killing intent surged like a tide, terrifying fluctuations erupted like a volcano — this was an unsettling golden silhouette possessing the head of a peng and the body of a man, like an unrivaled sovereign, looking down disdainfully upon all the desolate lands.
It was as though he walked forth from the ancient earth. Each step he took made mountains and rivers tremble. He carried incomparable pressure, leaving every single person unable to breathe.
This was the Second Form of the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art — manifesting a sovereign golden form striding forward in great steps, pressing down upon Ye Fan, murderous intent sweeping in all four directions.
Boom!
He held the scepter and swung it down, splitting mountains and rivers, shattering the heavens — like a deity, possessing unstoppable might.
Golden waves of energy erupted like a flash flood, like the ocean striking the sky — linking into a boundless great wave that pressed forward, burying Ye Fan beneath it.
A terrifying offensive art, an absolutely lethal strike impossible to resist — this was like a saint personally taking action. Before such power, ordinary mortals were like ants, helpless and powerless.
Ye Fan’s heart grew cold and resolute. He stepped using the Mad Elder’s footwork, decisively retreating, using the golden Bitter Sea as a shield for his body and holding the Green Lotus as a guard.
Clang clang clang!
Around Ye Fan, golden divine radiance fell like raindrops — each strike pierced through the void, its destructive power shocking to behold.
All spectators were held in awe. That golden silhouette was truly like an ancient demon god. Each time it swung the scepter downward, endless terrifying torrents of light came raining down.
Every beam of divine light pierced through the void, reducing the area to shattered devastation. The offensive power was unmatched anywhere in the world!
This was not a single attack — it was tens of thousands of light rains flying forth, all directed at Ye Fan alone, leaving him nowhere to hide.
“The terrifying Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art — it truly is awe-inspiring. With such a sacred art unleashed, how many in the young generation could withstand its edge?”
“In ancient times, saints perished and their blood drenched heaven and earth — it was this sacred art that caused it. How fearsome!”
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At this moment, even the eyes of the Sacred Son Yao Guang showed a flash of luminosity. He stared unblinkingly, as though he could pierce through time and space and see all the way to the source of this power.
Without noticing, the divine radiance on his body had brightened considerably, almost transforming into manifestations of countless worlds — each one distinctly clear.
Ye Fan had no path of retreat, so he retreated no further. The Battle Saint Art was elevated to its ultimate transcendence. He was manifesting his own Dao, resisting this terrifying saint-destroying divine art.
In this moment, he was without joy and without sorrow, his heart free of distracting thoughts. The entire person seemed to transcend all external matters — his heart was a space of spiritual emptiness. Both hands cradling the moon, he pushed slowly forward.
The Grand Tai Chi Dao manifested behind him. His two hands rotated — one pitch-black as ink, one pristine white as jade — tracing the trajectory of the Dao.
His two hands had transformed into the Yin and Yang divine points within the Grand Tai Chi Dao, representing true Yin and true Yang!
Within the Tai Chi divine diagram, the Yang diagram harbors a point of Yin, and within the Yin diagram harbors a point of Yang — this is the embodiment of the Dao reaching its extreme and changing.
In this moment, his two hands were that single point of true Yin and single point of true Yang — manifesting the beginning and destination of the Dao, representing an eternal and unchanging principle.
His left hand represented true Yin, pitch-black as ink. Pressing down upon the void, a tremendous boom erupted as a massive black hole appeared.
That region became invisible to all, devouring every ray of light. No one could see through it — the very souls of the spectators seemed to be drawn in, causing all who watched to feel a chill of dread.
Ye Fan’s left hand transformed into true Yin, pressing the void into collapse, manifesting a black hole that swallowed all the endless rains of light. Tens of thousands of lethal sacred arts could not harm him.
“You cannot break through this — I shall slay your living soul!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared, the wild light in his eyes growing even more intense.
Boom!
Before him, that silhouette resembling an ancient deity grew increasingly clear. A crown appeared atop the peng head — its dignity inviolable.
The golden scepter in its hand emitted tens of thousands of beams of sacred radiance, dazzling beyond measure, like a sun being set into it.
This silhouette violently swung the scepter, and countless life-ending divine lights transformed into surging great rivers, all rushing forward together.
Boundless brilliance, a magnificent sight filling all eyes — thousands upon thousands of golden great rivers pierced through the void and swept toward Ye Fan, destroying everything in their path.
Every single person felt a suffocating sensation — their entire bodies trembling as they retreated rapidly. This was dread arising from the very source of life, spreading unceasingly.
Golden waves of energy erupted — each one contained a great Dao of life-ending, the laws of heaven and earth interweaving and rushing forth, the aura of destruction vast and boundless.
Ye Fan bore enormous pressure. The bones throughout his entire body crackled and snapped, and even the black hole manifested by his pitch-black left hand was on the verge of collapse.
It was like mountain after mountain grinding over his body. Had it been any other cultivator, they would long since have become meat paste — even his Sacred Body’s flesh was groaning and creaking under the strain.
A trace of blood seeped from the corner of Ye Fan’s mouth. This was not blood deliberately coughed up to confuse others — this was genuine injury caused by overwhelming force.
Boom!
The Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art’s terror reached its extreme. It had once caused blood to flow across the entire earth, caused saints to have their blood stain the long sky, their bodies destroyed and their Dao extinguished.
Endless radiance became the sole presence between heaven and earth, submerging the place where Ye Fan stood — attempting to tear him apart and reduce him to shattered bone and bloody paste.
“Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art — Third Form!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King bellowed, and all the mountain ranges shook.
At this critical juncture, he unleashed the Third Form as well, linking it with the previous form — a sweeping devastation, growing even more terrifying!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King expended every last effort to unleash this world-unmatched sacred art, intent on completely annihilating Ye Fan. Only after experiencing such a great battle did he understand how terrifying the Sacred Body truly was.
Only by going all-out could he prevail. He wanted to give Ye Fan not a single opening — he wanted to shatter him utterly, body and soul together, so that he could never make a comeback for eternity.
“The Third Form of the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art has been unleashed!”
“Legend says that once this form appears, saint blood will surely be shed — even ancient saints had to fall!”
The crowd cried out in alarm, all eyes opened wide, watching everything with intense anxiety. No one had expected the Golden-Winged Little Peng King to possess such heaven-defying means.
If he continued to grow and thoroughly comprehend this supreme Saint-Slaying Art, in the future he would inevitably become another person capable of slaying saints — unrivaled and unstoppable beneath the heavens!
Boom!
Ye Fan was struck as though by lightning, coughing up blood in great mouthfuls. This was an extremely grueling battle — he had not expected the opponent’s sacred art to be so terrifying.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King truly had the foundation to look down upon all the young heroes of the world. With the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art unleashed, who could withstand its edge?
Ye Fan fought back with all his strength. His left hand, pitch-black as ink, represented the true Yin of the great Dao, manifesting a black hole. His right hand, pristine white as jade, represented true Yang — yet it still could not manage to manifest anything.
Boom!
Nine successive great waves struck one after another. The surface of Ye Fan’s body cracked in places — even a physique as powerful as his was nearly being destroyed by the overwhelming divine power.
The endless Dao laws contained within the Third Form of the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art were more than even the black hole could completely swallow and absorb. Ye Fan suffered injury after injury, coughing up blood in great mouthfuls.
“The Saint-Slaying Art is too terrifying — it cannot be withstood!”
“The legend is truly true. Once the Third Form of the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art appears, saint blood must flow. Although Ye Fan is not a saint, he possesses the Sacred Body — this can be counted as not breaking the legend.”
Thud!
Ye Fan’s body shook violently. There was nowhere to hide — the laws of the Dao filled all of heaven and earth, saturated with the bloody aura of saint-slaying, giving him the feeling that the end of days was approaching.
Having experienced many great battles, this was the first time he had ever developed a sense of ill omen. The Saint-Slaying Art seemed specifically designed to target him!
“Cough…”
He coughed up blood continuously. Being wounded to this degree in a great battle was a first — this was an incomparably arduous and dangerous fight!
All the spectators watched with intense anxiety. Perhaps this single form would decide the outcome of life and death. Many felt that Ye Fan could no longer hold on.
“Life… death… life…” At this most critical juncture, Ye Fan’s heart became calm instead. His right hand, immaculate and flawless, represented true Yang — and it flickered unceasingly.
He cleared his mind of distracting thoughts, his heart entering a state of spiritual emptiness. Time seemed to stand still. Then, suddenly, brilliant light flashed through his eyes — in an instant he comprehended everything.
Boom!
The right hand representing true Yang erupted with radiance more brilliant than ten suns combined. With tremendous force it pressed down upon the void, then collided with the black hole manifested by the left hand.
Rumble!
This expanse of heaven and earth shattered. The vault of the sky seemed to be overturned; the great earth appeared to sink and subside forever. Everything ceased to exist.
The great collision of true Yin and true Yang — one ultimate manifestation of the Tai Chi divine diagram. In this life-and-death great battle, Ye Fan had comprehended many principles of the Dao.
In this grueling battle to the death, though he had nearly been torn apart by the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art, his gains were immense. He had thoroughly comprehended many things and for the very first time manifested some of his own “Dao.”
Boom!
Terrifying energy continuously erupted. Golden blood ran down every inch of Ye Fan’s body — his injuries were severe. Yet he laughed, revealing a mouth full of snow-white teeth.
“Ah…”
On the opposite side, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King cried out. The Third Form of the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art was broken. The crown-wearing deity before him shattered in an instant.
He himself was struck by a terrifying impact. In a single moment, seven or eight bloody holes, transparent front to back, were punched through his body by the true Yin and true Yang.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King, heroic and magnificent in bearing, his body stained with blood, fell backward toward the sky. His hair flew in disarray, and his golden pupils were filled with fury as he was sent flying by the terrifying energy wave.
“Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying…” He roared, desperately attempting to unleash the Fourth Form!
Ye Fan gave a cold laugh and left a residual afterimage in place before charging forward. How could he possibly allow the opponent to strike again?
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King retreated at extreme speed, yet he was still caught by Ye Fan — the Mad Elder’s footwork surpassed his by the narrowest margin.
Hum!
Ye Fan’s massive golden hand slapped down. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art was forcibly interrupted, causing him to cough up fresh blood again as he was forced onto the defensive.
Clang!
The two clashed fiercely — their physical bodies colliding for the first time, emitting a blinding radiance.
“Ah…”
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King cried out. It was evident he had suffered greatly in this collision. His right hand was nearly deformed, and blood drenched his entire body as wound after wound appeared.
Thud!
Ye Fan charged forward and attacked with all his might, forcibly dominating the Golden-Winged Little Peng King. He continuously struck heavy blows, giving him no opportunity to regroup.
In the distance, everyone was stunned — this was a life-and-death struggle, and the great battle was about to reach its conclusion!
Clang, clang…
In the brutal great collision, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King cried out, his golden hair standing on end, his fury reaching its extreme.
“Kill!”
Ye Fan roared, having long since erupted into genuine rage. He seized the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s arm with a momentum that could swallow mountains and rivers!
“Ah…” Ye Fan bellowed, shaking heaven and earth. With a mighty wrenching force—
Thud!
Blood sprayed in all directions. He tore the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s right arm clean off. Peng blood stained the long sky!