Chapter 257: Close the Door and Release the Dog
Yan Ruyu, dressed in white robes, stood atop the mountain peak, as pure and ethereal as a Guanghan Palace fairy maiden, as if she might soar to the moon at any moment.
At this moment, her right palm was crystalline and translucent, radiating the might of an Extreme Dao weapon, pressing down on everyone present and filling their hearts with fear.
This was a kind of supreme pressure, as if the ancient Heavenly Court itself had descended, utterly impossible to resist, driving everyone to despair.
Like tiny ants trying to shake a great mountain, forever doomed to fail, every person present trembled, unable to resist the urge to kneel.
*Crack*
Several demon cultivators could not endure it, cracking the mountain ground beneath their feet before falling to their knees with a thud, their bodies shaking uncontrollably—a fear rooted deep in their souls.
At the same time, Qing Yi, Tu Fei, and Golden Wing Little Peng King all gritted their teeth, resisting this overwhelming urge to prostrate themselves.
This was the might of an Extreme Dao weapon, a sacred weapon forged by the Demon Emperor himself. Even the pressure alone was unbearable, forcing one to kneel!
It was an indescribable sensation, as if one's very soul was being crushed under the Nine Nether Death Mountain, life and death hanging by a thread, all under the shadow of the Extreme Dao sacred weapon.
The might of a Great Emperor was unfathomable!
"Would you dare to fight the Primordial Saint Body at the same cultivation level?" Yan Ruyu asked.
"Who am I? I am the invincible Heavenly Roc of my generation! I will not be ordered around by others. I kill when I want, I fight when I want. Even if you are a descendant of a Great Emperor, you cannot control me!"
Golden Wing Little Peng King let out a long cry. Behind him, a golden divine bird—a Roc—materialized like a deity, spreading its sacred wings. Breaking through the suppression of the Extreme Dao might, he transformed into a golden haze and shot into the sky.
Golden Wing Little Peng King stood high in the heavens, his golden hair dancing wildly, his eyes sharp as blades. His towering body seemed cast from molten gold, like a demon king, surveying all directions with contempt.
The other demons were shocked. They had not expected Golden Wing Little Peng King to break through the Extreme Dao pressure and stand proudly in the sky. Such terror and transcendence sent chills down their spines.
On the other side, Ye Fan stood as straight as a green pine. His unique constitution spared him the urge to kneel, but he was still affected—his flesh felt as if it no longer belonged to him, barely able to move.
He was not subdued, but his cultivation level was too low. Unlike Golden Wing Little Peng King, he could not break free and could only remain standing in place.
"The Extreme Dao weapon lives up to its reputation. The sacred weapon of a Great Emperor is so intimidating. If it were fully unleashed, who in this world could withstand it?!" Golden Wing Little Peng King's gaze was like a sword.
Yan Ruyu's palm flashed with light as she withdrew the sacred weapon. The pressure receded like a tide, vanishing quickly.
"A complete Extreme Dao weapon is this terrifying..." Tu Fei was shocked. His grandfather possessed half a sacred weapon, but it could never compare to this flawless Imperial weapon.
Golden Wing Little Peng King stood in the sky, his dazzling golden hair tousled, half-covering his chiseled face. His expression grew even more resolute. "I will have the Primordial Mother Qi Root. I must forge my own sacred weapon!"
"Are you afraid to fight the Primordial Saint Body?" Tu Fei shouted.
"Killing him is as easy as cutting grass, but why should I follow your arrangements?!" Golden Wing Little Peng King remained unmoved, his hands clasped behind his back, exuding extreme arrogance.
"Don't make excuses. It's because you're afraid. You don't dare to accept the challenge. Everyone knows the Primordial Saint Body is hard to contend with. You, bird-man, are just scared." Tu Fei, the big mouth, taunted.
"I, the Heavenly Roc, act as I please. I need no words from you. I'll take his life now and claim the Mysterious Yellow Source Root." Golden Wing Little Peng King was cold and indifferent as he dove down to attack Ye Fan.
*Clang, clang, clang...*
Yan Ruyu's delicate fingers flicked lightly. Petals filled the sky, each as sharp as a blade, blocking Golden Wing Little Peng King's path and slashing toward his body.
*Hum*
Golden Wing Little Peng King swung his golden fist, shaking the void. All the petals shattered and scattered in the sky. His demonic power was unmatched.
"As long as I am here, can you kill him?" Yan Ruyu stood quietly on the mountain peak.
"Princess, you have an Extreme Dao weapon, so I cannot touch you. But if I want to kill someone, you may not be able to stop me!" Golden Wing Little Peng King was arrogant beyond measure.
Ye Fan stood on the mountaintop, glanced at him, and sneered, "Do you think you're a peerless expert? If so, go kill the Saint Lord of Yaoguang and let us witness your demonic might."
"I will do that in the future!" Golden Wing Little Peng King stared at him, killing intent boundless.
"I can say the same. In the future, I can destroy two of you with one hand!" Ye Fan scoffed.
"You seem quite unconvinced now?" Golden Wing Little Peng King's eyes were icy.
"I'm stating a fact. If we were at the same cultivation level, I could crush you with one hand." Ye Fan continued to mock. "If you're talking about now, then I can say that in the eyes of the Saint Lord of Yaoguang, you're less than an ant. You're not qualified to act like you rule the world."
"Useless ancient physique, how dare you speak arrogantly to me!" Golden Wing Little Peng King's expression was cold.
"I've only been cultivating for a little over four years. I'm several realms below you, so I'm indeed no match for you. You've cultivated for many years, so you can certainly act like an expert in front of me. But please don't pretend to be invincible. It's really not that impressive."
Everyone was startled. Ye Fan's achievements after only four years of cultivation were indeed astonishing. If this physique had been born in the ancient era, his potential would have been limitless.
"Are you saying all this just to fight me at the same level?" Golden Wing Little Peng King sneered. "I've actually been tempted. Killing a Primordial Saint Body of the same rank would be quite satisfying. I just don't like being ordered around."
"For me, there's no satisfaction. I can predict the outcome. I can suppress you with a flip of my hand." Ye Fan shook his head.
These words were infuriating. Golden Wing Little Peng King laughed coldly. "You're really making me interested!"
"Little Peng King, why bother with a useless physique? There's no need." One of Golden Wing Little Peng King's followers, a demon cultivator, spoke up. "If he is unconvinced, I'll take his life with my Dao Palace Second Heaven strength."
"Someone like you won't do. I can kill ten of you with one hand!" Ye Fan shook his head, only trying to provoke Golden Wing Little Peng King into action.
This demon cultivator was also a young powerhouse, quite arrogant. His eyes shot cold light, and he turned to Yan Ruyu. "Please, Princess, use your Extreme Dao weapon to suppress my cultivation. I wish to fight him."
Yan Ruyu did not refuse. She acted directly, her palm shining brightly. The Extreme Dao might flashed briefly, suppressing his cultivation.
"To deal with you, I don't need to lift a finger. Closing the door and releasing the dog is enough. Black Emperor, bite him!"
"Damn it!" Big Black Dog roared in fury, growling low, then turned around and bit Ye Fan.
Everyone was speechless.
"Dead dog, if you don't take him down, you'll never get the ancient scripture or the dark turtle in your life." Ye Fan transmitted a threatening message.
"Human waste, what are you doing?" That demon cultivator sneered.
*Whoosh*
With a flash of light, Ye Fan charged forward instantly, striking with the Void Great Hand Seal. A massive black hand blotted out the sky, dark clouds rolling with thunder as it crashed down.
*Bang*
The demon cultivator raised his hands to strike the black hand, but with a dull thud, the black hand sent him flying sideways, blood spraying from his mouth.
Everyone was shocked. This man was at the Dao Palace Fifth Heaven, though suppressed to the Second Heaven, he still retained his experience and combat instincts. Yet he was severely injured in a single exchange. They gasped, realizing that the Primordial Saint Body was truly invincible at the same level.
*Hum*
Ye Fan rushed over in an instant. The black hand, like an ancient tree falling, blotted out the sun and shook the void.
*Slap*
This time, the Void Great Hand Seal swept through, directly sending the man flying. He crashed onto the mountaintop, lying there, coughing up blood continuously.
"Someone like you, bragging about how useless the physique is, and now you're defeated by me. Doesn't that make you even more useless?" Ye Fan sneered as he landed.
The demon cultivator let out a low roar, swallowed several pills, and his bones crackled. Demonic power surged, shaking the mountaintop as he charged again. "I can still kill you!"
"Black Emperor, bite him!" Ye Fan said aloud, but secretly kept sending threatening messages. This dead dog had a terrible temper and was hard to control.
"Damn it, kid, just you wait!" Big Black Dog was furious, its bald tail nearly pointing straight up as it pounced on the demon cultivator.
"Hey, Little Leaf, you're really setting a dog on him? Is this dead dog reliable?" Tu Fei asked.
The onlookers were dumbfounded. Using an unformed black dog to fight a demon cultivator? Wasn't that suicide?
*Bang*
The demon cultivator slapped the black dog, expecting to turn it into paste, but instead nearly broke his own arm.
*Boom*
He punched at Big Black Dog's head. But Black Emperor wasn't one to take a beating. Moving like a black lightning bolt, it opened its massive jaws and swallowed the fist whole.
*Crack*
The sound of bone breaking echoed.
"Oww..." The demon cultivator screamed in agony, nearly fainting from the pain.
A cool breeze hit his wrist. He looked down and saw his fist was gone—only a bloody, bare stump remained. His hand had been bitten off.
"Ahhh..."
The pain was unbearable, tearing at his heart and lungs. Sweat poured down his face as he quickly retreated.
"Ptooey!"
Big Black Dog spat out bloody foam. The severed hand fell to the ground. It actually started gagging, quickly ran to a mountain spring, and kept rinsing its mouth, cursing all the while.
"Damn it, the thing I hate eating most in my life is stinky fox meat!"
Everyone: "..."
They were all stunned. This unassuming big black dog was actually this powerful. Clearly, it was no pushover.
Indeed, the dog that bites doesn't bark. It had seemed so listless and harmless the whole time, but it turned out to be a real tough character.
"What rotten luck!" Big Black Dog kept cursing.
Everyone was speechless. This bald-tailed dog was just asking for a beating—that was the consensus.
"Speaking of which, my favorite food is roasted little bird." Big Black Dog craned its neck, staring at Golden Wing Little Peng King, licking its mouth.
"Say that louder!" Tu Fei urged.
*Boom*
Golden Wing Little Peng King landed on the mountaintop, cold and aloof, staring at Ye Fan. "I really can't hold back anymore. The Primordial Saint Body intrigues me!"
He turned abruptly to face Yan Ruyu. "I don't want to follow anyone's orders. This is my own will. Princess, please put away your Extreme Dao weapon. I will seal my own power."
"Are you sure you want to fight the Primordial Saint Body at the same level?" Tu Fei asked.
"How many Great Emperors have there been in history? All were supreme beings. If I am to walk that path, I must crush the Primordial Saint Body!" Golden Wing Little Peng King said solemnly.
"Hahaha..." Ye Fan laughed heartily. He felt his blood racing, eager to throw a punch.