“Ah…” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King cried out — his arm was torn away, blood drenching him, half his body stained crimson.
He circulated his innate primordial qi, the source of his life force boiling. From the stump of his severed arm, a stream of golden blood qi shot forth, burning even the void into collapse — a destructive aura!
With the resolve of mutual annihilation, he forced Ye Fan to retreat — this self-mutilating method of mutual destruction caused him to burn with an almost incandescent intensity.
Boom!
Boundless divine power, surging Dao patterns, all bursting forth — the sky above became completely ruined, transformed into a region of terror.
Ye Fan was pushed back. Boundless Dao laws pressed down upon him — these were the Dao powers contained within the Little Peng King’s blood, the innate gifts of his bloodline inheritance.
The demon race and the human race were vastly different. Their blood contained treasures left behind by their ancestors. Once opened and excavated, they would manifest inconceivable might!
The stronger the ancestors, the more terrifying the blood treasure they left behind. Once manifested, it would display astonishing divine might — it could even produce the terrifying spectacle of an ancient heavenly demon descending into the world.
Ye Fan had victory within his grasp and had no desire to fight to the death with him. There was no need to allow himself to suffer severe injuries during the opponent’s dying struggle. He retreated a hundred zhang.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s head of golden hair was matted with blood. He cried out in pain, his left hand clutching his severed arm, his eyes filled with disbelief.
“I actually had an arm severed…”
He could not accept this reality. It was a result even more unbearable to him than being killed outright. Within his twin eyes appeared a murderous intent bordering on madness. He growled with a low rumble: “I, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, shall never be defeated!”
He let out a long howl at the sky. His golden hair stood on end. From his pupils shot terrifying divine light. His entire body blazed like golden flames, leaping and flickering intensely.
From afar, the crowd was overwhelmed with shock. Ye Fan had torn off the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s arm with his bare hands — this outcome made every person’s heart run cold.
Many of the heirs to supreme great sects had a strange shift in their gazes. Such battle power filled their hearts with dread. That was the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art — a peerless divine art — and yet it could not stop the Sacred Body.
Several sacred sons were deeply wary, their gazes icy and cold. They sensed a powerful threat. The Sacred Body’s battle power like this made them deeply unsettled.
Phoenix’s figure was slender and willowy, graceful and upright. Standing in the distant sky, the radiance in her beautiful eyes flowed and shifted. The five-colored mask emitted a soft glow, concealing her cheeks — one could not tell what expression she wore.
Yet from the shifting luster in her eyes, one could discern something. She had been shaken — her state of mind did not seem entirely calm.
The Sacred Son Yao Guang was very composed. Divine light flowed across his body. His eyes were like a deep pool, and he stood motionless in the void — no one knew what he was thinking.
“Ah…” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King cried out, his roar shaking rivers and mountains. After losing one arm, he completely went berserk.
“Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art — Fourth Form!”
He howled at the sky, golden blood qi surging across his entire body. He was like someone standing in a golden ocean. Terrifying energy surged like great waves, rising to the heavens. His hair flew in wild disarray — like a wounded demon king.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King had gone completely all-in. With a broken body, he forcibly manifested the Fourth Form of the Saint-Slaying Art, still intent on annihilating Ye Fan. His boundless murderous intent had not diminished in the slightest!
“Do you still have a chance?” Ye Fan laughed coldly. This world-unmatched divine art was indeed far too terrifying. He had no desire to passively endure it.
In this moment he transformed into a beam of divine light and charged forward. His left hand was true Yin, his right hand true Yang. He struck out with a heaven-defying blow — forcibly interrupting the Saint-Slaying Art.
Boom!
This expanse of heaven and earth collapsed in an instant. A terrifying wave of energy surged and churned, as though wave upon wave of great waves struck in succession.
Rumble…
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared in fury, but to no avail. By his level of cultivation, activating the Fourth Form of the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art was already a great strain.
Now Ye Fan had unleashed such a heaven-sundering strike — sweeping everything away, leaving nothing behind. With overwhelming battle power he destroyed everything.
Bang!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was struck as though by a massive hammer weighing ten thousand catties. His bones throughout his body rang and snapped, and he spat blood from his mouth. The forcible interruption resulted in the art’s backlash striking him.
Boom!
Simultaneously Ye Fan closed in to kill, raising his golden fist and smashing forward — using absolute, incomparable brute force to shatter all resistance!
This was the Sacred Body — the unmatched physical form was at this moment displayed with complete abandon. So long as one broke through to close range, even the most powerful of demon race clans — the Peng clan and the Divine Dragon clan — would taste defeat!
Clang!
Ye Fan’s fist struck against the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s left palm, instantly causing it to warp and deform — it simply could not block him.
“Kill…” Even so, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King was still howling, slashing in frenzied attack.
Bang!
Ye Fan swung eight consecutive punches, all landing upon that warped palm, subjecting him to pain beyond endurance.
Thud!
The ninth blow from Ye Fan landed. The golden fist instantly reduced that palm to a blood mist — it shattered completely.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared in fury and from his open mouth spewed forth a stream of golden energy. With a thud, the void was torn like a sheet of paper.
Ye Fan dodged aside. His eyes were icy cold, without a trace of mercy. In a life-and-death battle it was either your death or mine — a soft heart would only bury oneself.
Crack!
Both his hands moved simultaneously. He seized the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s grievously injured left arm and with tremendous force wrenched it. A great shower of blood rained down as the sound of snapping bone rang out.
Ye Fan broke and tore off his left arm. White bone jutted out, blood gushing forth, splattering onto his own body — making him look like a merciless demon of slaughter.
Bang!
He threw a punch, causing the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s chest to cave inward, producing the terrifying sound of cracking bone.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was beaten beyond recognition, sent flying backward. His magnificent body had lost both arms and he had almost no means of fighting back. Yet at this very moment he broke into a cruel laugh.
Incomparably arrogant and ruthless — chilling to the soul. Like a divine spirit of hell breaking free of its shackles and bursting out. He spoke in an icy voice: “I have finally succeeded — Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art — Fourth Form!”
In this moment, everyone’s hearts shuddered. It was as though they had reached the end of the world — body and soul about to perish. Every single person trembled, and many nearly crumpled to the ground, wanting to kneel and prostrate themselves.
In the endless mountain ranges, every bird and beast collapsed flat on the ground, trembling throughout their bodies, prostrating themselves in worship toward this direction!
Ye Fan’s first sensation was of a shadow of death enveloping him. He decisively retreated, rapidly distancing himself from that location.
“It’s useless — you cannot escape!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was chillingly cold.
Shadow after shadow descended from the boundless heavens above, entering his body. At the stumps of his two severed arms appeared two arms of light — vivid and lifelike, even more powerful than before.
“Ancient ancestors — heed my summoning. Heavenly demons descend into the world and merge with me as one — slay all saints!”
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s voice was low and deep — like a demonic incantation, his chilling words reverberated through this expanse of heaven and earth, making the endless mountain ranges rumble and shake.
Everyone was stunned. Just what kind of world-crowning sacred art was this Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art? How could it be so bizarre!
Boom!
Terrifying fluctuations — like endless volcanoes erupting, like floods reaching the sky sweeping through all ten directions. Heaven and earth above and below were in vast turmoil!
A terrifying spectacle appeared. One after another, tall and magnificent silhouettes descended, merging with the Golden-Winged Little Peng King as one.
Around him appeared relief carvings one after another, emanating an ancient and time-worn aura — as though one had returned to the age of antiquity.
“What is that?” The crowd cried out in astonishment.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King merged as one with those heroic and mighty silhouettes. His two arms were as though reborn — utterly real, filled with a sense of immense power.
Around him, some of the relief carvings were stained with blood — deeply terrifying, as though recounting a story from long ago.
Clang!
A golden battle garment covered his body. A scepter appeared in his hand. He was like an unrivaled sovereign.
Boom!
Even more terrifying images appeared. Around him, shadows of figures moved faintly, and terrifying scenes from ancient times pierced through time and space, re-manifesting before the world of the living.
“The Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art possesses a demonic nature — it has summoned the ancient heroic spirits of the Celestial Peng clan, re-enacting the scenes of those former years!”
“Those are ancient saints — fallen in pools of blood…”
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was enveloped by the battle garment, only a pair of golden pupils visible outside — awe-inspiring and soul-stirring. His entire body was shrouded in the golden divine garment.
At his sides were silhouettes with their hearts pierced through by a golden scepter, others with their heads torn off by a Celestial Peng, still others whose bodies lay prostrate beneath his feet…
Those were all ancient saints — every one of them had fallen in pools of blood, lying slain on the earth. In the endless ages gone by, they had died beneath the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art.
Boom!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King swung his golden scepter and attacked Ye Fan. Endless terrifying aura permeated all. He was like a deity — his every movement and gesture was the laws of the great Dao!
Thud!
Ye Fan was struck as though by a thunderbolt, coughing up fresh blood. In an instant he was sent flying, feeling the shadow of death draping itself over his body.
“Too terrifying — this is only the Fourth Form of the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art. There are still five forms after this. No wonder it dares to carry the words ‘saint-slaying’ in its name!”
“The Golden-Winged Little Peng King can only use the first four forms, yet even that is enough to look down upon his peers. Who could withstand this?!”
The crowd’s hearts pounded in fear.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s eyes were as cold as piercing frost. Holding the scepter, he advanced toward Ye Fan in large strides — freezing cold and relentless. He said: “Can you still break through this?”
Boom!
He swung the scepter downward. The golden divine staff cleaved through the long sky. With each step he took, heaven and earth moved in concert.
At the same time, incomparably terrifying images manifested. Ancient saints lay slaughtered, their blood flowing endlessly, prostrate beneath his feet — setting him off as overflowing with demonic nature.
“Could it truly be that he summoned ancient saints of the Celestial Peng clan?!”
“It shouldn’t be — after countless ages, it’s impossible that heroic spirits could still be summoned. Perhaps it is only a manifestation of Dao laws!”
The crowd shook with astonishment, every one of them stirred.
“No one can obstruct my advance — you should submit to your punishment!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King, enveloped in the golden divine garment, his eyes sharp as blades, brought the golden scepter cleaving down.
Boom!
Ye Fan was sent flying once more. The opponent’s battle power was eerie and inexplicable — truly as though a divine spirit had taken possession of him, unconquerable!
At this point he could no longer concern himself with anything else. The “All” Secret among the Nine Secrets was about to be deployed. The opponent’s world-crowning sacred art was far too terrifying — the “Battle” Secret and the “All” Secret had to be used simultaneously!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was all-conquering. His every movement and gesture was the laws of the great Dao. Holding the scepter — like a sovereign overlooking all beneath heaven — he advanced in large strides. Nothing could obstruct him.
Ye Fan continuously coughed up blood. He could not endure this supreme divine might either. Had it been any other young hero, they would certainly have long since been annihilated in body and spirit — there was simply no way to resist!
Ancient saints lay slaughtered beneath his feet, blood flowing endlessly — filling the Golden-Winged Little Peng King with savage ferocity. His magnificent figure was like a demon lord resurrected, appearing in the mortal world.
Ye Fan was anxious. He circulated the Nine Secrets hundreds of times — yet not once succeeded. This randomly triggered nature was truly too passive.
During this process, he nearly had his body severed by the scepter — dodging by the narrowest of margins, a terrifying wound appearing at his waist and abdomen.
Of all his life-and-death battles, this was the most dangerous. At this moment the Golden-Winged Little Peng King was nearly unconquerable.
Ye Fan circulated the “All” Secret of the Nine Secrets once more — yet again it failed. This caused a shadow to appear in his heart. His fortune today was too terrible. Could it be that heaven wished to destroy him?
“What do you have to fight me with?” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared.
Thud!
The golden scepter fell like heaven itself. Heaven and earth collapsed. Ye Fan could not block it at all — in a single instant he was sent flying, again coughing up blood in great mouthfuls.
Today, the “All” Secret’s triggering had been abysmal — it had not appeared even once!
Ye Fan could no longer spare attention for anything else. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s speed was not much slower than his — barely one step behind — and was now right before him like lightning, attacking continuously.
At this moment, this young king of the Celestial Peng clan, manifesting the Fourth Form of the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art, truly seemed like a heavenly demon descended into the world — utterly transformed from what he had been before.
At this critical juncture, unable to trigger the “All” Secret, Ye Fan grew singularly calm. He could not gamble with luck in a battle of life and death — everything still had to depend on himself.
He began to seriously manifest the Battle Saint Art, pushing this one secret to the absolute extreme — achieving a transcendence in his own understanding and comprehension of the Dao!
“A futile struggle, cornered resistance — you have no chance at all!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was glacially cold, his snow-white teeth striking dread in all who saw them.
Bang!
The golden scepter swept across. Ye Fan was sent flying again, his entire body awash with golden blood. His bones nearly snapped. Were it not for his Sacred Body, he would likely have died many times over.
“My Dao… my life and death…”
Ye Fan’s left hand was pitch-black as ink, representing true Yin. His right hand was crystalline as white jade, representing true Yang. They flickered unceasingly, radiating terrifying fluctuations.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s gaze turned cold. He attacked rapidly, giving no opportunity to manifest anything. It was that very true Yin and true Yang that had broken the Third Form of the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art — he was somewhat wary of it.
Boom!
Ye Fan was sent flying again, his body covered in blood. Terrifying wounds appeared across his body — nearly piercing through his flesh.
“Too terrifying — the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art truly is supreme. Even the Sacred Body cannot hold on!”
“After this battle, who in the same generation could contend with the Little Peng King?”
“A pity — the Doomsday Sacred Body will not have a glorious ending. In the end it will come to a dim conclusion…”
The people murmured softly amongst themselves, each heart filled with cold dread.
“Dao, Dao, Dao!” Ye Fan bellowed. His hands still held their seals — one hand representing true Yin, one hand representing true Yang. He roared: “The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao!”
As the golden scepter swept down, on the precipice of this life-or-death crisis, a flash of inspiration struck him, seizing the trail of one great Dao trajectory.
The Tai Chi divine diagram manifested behind him. His two hands represented true Yin and true Yang. In an instant, his body bent like a dragon — transforming into the dividing line between Yin and Yang!
The silhouette of a true dragon, curving into a line — this was the trajectory of the great Dao!
Whoosh!
In this instant, Ye Fan surpassed the limits of speed. His body transformed into that dragon-shaped curved line — the Dao Trace!
Nothing could obstruct him. Sweeping everything away, all obstacles standing before him would be annihilated.
Crack!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s scepter swung forward — and was severed in a single instant by the dragon-shaped Dao Trace that Ye Fan’s body had become!
“What — how is this possible? How did he do that?!” Everyone was shocked beyond measure.
Boom!
Ye Fan’s body had become the most terrifying weapon in the world — destroying all things, not a single step of his advance could be blocked!
Slash!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was nearly bisected at the waist. The dragon-shaped Dao Trace that Ye Fan had become brushed past him, severing more than half his waist and abdomen!
“Ah…”
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King let out a wretched cry. The intestines within his body spilled out, blood gushing forth.
Slash!
The dragon-shaped curved line that Ye Fan had become charged back once more. This was the dividing line of the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram — the tangible trace of the great Dao!
Thud!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s throat spewed blood — he was nearly beheaded. The Fourth Form of the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art was completely broken. He swayed and tottered, having lost all fighting ability.
This time, Ye Fan’s gains were immense. In the space between life and death he had comprehended this manner of Dao — and with the Battle Saint Art perfectly manifested it.
“Little Peng King, I’ll send you on your way!”
Ye Fan closed in upon him, seized his two legs, and then pulled with great force!
Thud!
Blood and light burst forth. Ye Fan tore the Golden-Winged Little Peng King apart from top to bottom with his bare hands!
Everyone was dumbstruck. The two had exchanged close to five thousand rounds in full. In the end, the Sacred Body — on the verge of death — emerged victorious and split the Golden-Winged Little Peng King apart alive.