# Chapter 259: Overwhelming Golden Wing Little Peng King
"Hum—"
Ye Fan's golden fist came smashing down, like the hardest divine iron vibrating too fast, emitting a piercing tremolo.
This was a violent divine power. The golden radiance dyed the entire sky a brilliant color, as if a blazing sun had shattered in midair.
"Bam—"
This fierce and heavy golden fist landed heavily on Golden Wing Little Peng King's back chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood tinged with golden threads.
"Roar..."
Golden Wing Little Peng King let out a long cry. His disheveled hair flew wildly, each strand standing on end. His robust body possessed a demonic quality, emitting terrifying waves like an ocean, trying to reverse his disadvantage.
The divine peng spread its wings. Without turning around, he swept backward. His right arm was as heavy as a mountain, collapsing the space it passed through—it was hard to imagine such a violent force.
"Dang—"
Ye Fan's golden fist struck out, hitting the sweeping peng arm. It was like striking iron, producing a sky-shaking clang.
Their physical bodies were comparable to mountains, their toughness reaching an unimaginable degree. When they swung their fists and arms, they could distort space, possessing ultimate force.
"Whoosh—"
The fierce wind surged. The moment Golden Wing Little Peng King turned, Ye Fan's golden hand slapped out, like a great millstone crashing down.
This strike was extremely terrifying. The millstone-sized hand, as if cast from gold, was filled with destructive force, pressing down with a rumbling sound that was frightening.
"Smack—"
There was simply no way to dodge. This great hand locked down the sky, chopping down and landing solidly on Golden Wing Little Peng King's body, hitting half his frame.
Golden Wing Little Peng King was sent flying. Such a heavy blow, even for someone as strong as him, was hard to bear. Blood sprayed from his mouth, his golden hair scattered, and he nearly stumbled in the void.
Ye Fan had the upper hand and naturally didn't want to let him turn the situation around. He gave him no chance, unleashing one offensive technique after another.
"Bam—"
The golden hand crossed the sky, cutting off the path ahead, striking down. One step ahead meant every step was proactive. This continuous offensive almost locked onto his opponent, suppressing him.
"Dang—"
The celestial peng's wing swept horizontally, trying to sever the golden hand. The fierce attack dimmed the void itself. This terrifying great chop drained all the surrounding heaven and earth essence.
Golden Wing Little Peng King was full of wildness. Killing intent blazed in his eyes as he launched a nearly mad counterattack. His body burned with raging divine fire, trying to escape this disadvantage.
"Dang—" "Dang—" "Dang—"...
But Ye Fan's Primordial Saint Body was even fiercer. He used force to counter force, strength to suppress strength. His golden fists nearly punched through the sky, possessing unparalleled power.
Fierce collisions, like the ancient Heavenly Court descending to suppress the heavens, or like the Milky Way falling to strike the vast earth!
Ye Fan's golden fists seemed fused with heaven and earth. Each strike made the high sky tremble and sent chills through those watching from afar.
It was impossible to estimate how much force was involved!
"Bam—" "Dang—"...
Such fierce exchanges were almost unseen among the younger generation. One was a Primordial Saint Body, the other a descendant of the divine peng that could battle true dragons.
Both physical bodies represented ultimate toughness, like needle points meeting wheat awns. Their battle shook people's hearts, causing this corner of the heavens to vibrate.
Ye Fan's divine power was inexhaustible, tireless. His momentum grew stronger and stronger, even startling the arrogant Golden Wing Little Peng King. Those golden fists struck like mountains, forcing him to retreat step by step.
At this moment, the celestial peng's divine wings couldn't cut through the opponent. The golden fists collapsed space. Each heavy blow numbed his arms, and the terrifying force nearly made him spit blood.
Ye Fan simply didn't want to give him a chance to reverse his defeat. He never underestimated his opponents, especially a celestial peng who could sweep through the younger generation. His attacks were unceasing.
"Bam—"
With a storm-like assault, he struck Golden Wing Little Peng King until he couldn't bear it anymore. Blood continuously leaked from the corners of his mouth, and the light on his arms dimmed considerably.
"Smack—"
Ye Fan's golden fist finally broke through, passing the peng wing's defense and slamming into his chest. This heavy blow was too much even for Golden Wing Little Peng King, who felt intense pain.
He flew backward, spitting blood, staining his disheveled hair with specks of blood. His mighty body trembled slightly.
Ye Fan pursued. The two seemed connected by an invisible rope, unable to shake each other off.
"Swoosh—"
Ye Fan executed the Grand Void Art, appearing abruptly. His black hand crossed the sky, and the Void Great Hand Seal came crashing down. Golden Wing Little Peng King couldn't dodge.
"Bam—"
This was a terrible heavy strike, directly hitting Golden Wing Little Peng King's head. It made him dizzy, his body losing balance.
The fierce celestial peng little demon king was beaten so miserably, blood staining his clothes. Everyone in the distant sky drew in cold breaths.
After all, Golden Wing Little Peng King's divine might was widely known. There was hardly a young demon clan member who didn't know him. He intended to walk the path of a Great Emperor!
This was a perfect opportunity. Ye Fan caught up in eight steps. Taking advantage of Golden Wing Little Peng King's daze, he carried a demon mountain and crushed down.
Mountain-Embracing Seal!
"Boom—"
The towering mountain, majestic and unstoppable, pressed down on the celestial peng little demon king, as if overturning heaven and earth!
In the distant sky, everyone sensed the destructive aura, their hearts unable to stop pounding.
But Golden Wing Little Peng King's body wasn't broken. The black mountain smashed him flying, cracking his flesh with blood lines, yet he still didn't fall.
"Hum—"
Ye Fan pursued. His left hand formed the Sun Seal, his right hand the Moon Seal. A blazing sun and a bright moon crossed the sky, each shining with brilliant radiance, emitting heart-stopping fluctuations. Both were the size of small hills, pushed forward by him, grinding across the sky with a rumbling sound.
"Bam—"
The Sun Seal crossed the sky, shining with ten thousand rays. Ye Fan's left hand struck down heavily, sending Golden Wing Little Peng King tumbling. His disheveled golden hair was stained red by the blood spraying from his mouth.
"Smack—"
The Moon Seal hung in the sky, soft and brilliant. Ye Fan's right hand struck down, hitting Golden Wing Little Peng King's body. Water-like radiance surged like crashing waves.
This celestial peng body was covered with blood marks. Joints crackled and popped. Its toughness was astonishing.
"I don't believe I can't break it!" Ye Fan shouted. His body glowed, like a refined divine body, shining brilliantly.
"Enough!"
Suddenly, Golden Wing Little Peng King growled lowly. He had been dazed after being hit on the head, but the intense pain now fully awakened him. He let out a beast-like low roar.
The descendant of the divine peng that could battle true dragons possessed astonishing vitality. His eyes were nearly mad. Thousands of golden feathers shot out, breaking through the sky like golden divine spears!
A chilling killing method. Countless golden feathers all transformed into blazing divine spears, each carrying golden flames.
"Shing—" "Shing—" "Shing—"...
The sounds of piercing air were unending, all stabbing toward Ye Fan. A killing style that inspired fear and despair!
"Dang—" "Dang—" "Dang—"...
Ye Fan used his golden hand to strike, blocking those golden divine spears. Anyone else would have had their flesh pierced and blood drained to death.
But Ye Fan was a Primordial Saint Body, even tougher than the celestial peng's body. He forcibly carved a path through the wave of spears!
Moreover, he wasn't retreating but advancing, charging toward Golden Wing Little Peng King to crush him.
"Rumble rumble rumble—"
Ye Fan unleashed various seals, one offensive technique after another, shattering spears and closing in on Golden Wing Little Peng King.
"Boom—"
Golden Wing Little Peng King swung his arms. Thousands of golden feathers gathered together, forming a golden canopy that pressed down toward Ye Fan.
This was a curtain made of sharp divine spears, a lethal method. It came down instantly, engulfing Ye Fan.
In the distant sky, everyone drew in cold breaths.
"This birdman is too terrifying. At critical moments, his feathers are all killing weapons, impossible to guard against. Only the Primordial Saint Body could block them. Anyone else would have become a hedgehog!" Tu Fei's heart trembled.
"This is probably just the prelude!" Qing Yi said gravely.
"Boom—"
Ye Fan displayed various offensive methods. All his seals came out together, piercing through the golden canopy and shattering it. All the divine spears broke apart, turning into broken feathers that fluttered down.
The sky was filled with pieces of gold. Countless peng feathers danced and fell to the ground.
Golden Wing Little Peng King's trace vanished, disappearing from everyone's sight.
Ye Fan stood in the sky, scanning all directions, guarding against a thunderous counterattack or a killing strike.
Others were also searching, scanning the surroundings.
"This birdman spat so much blood. He must be heavily injured. Could he have fled in defeat?" Tu Fei muttered.
Others were also uncertain. Ye Fan's attacks were witnessed by all. If they had gone up and fought with just their physical bodies, they would have turned to ashes.
"Golden Wing Little Peng King, have you fled in defeat?" Ye Fan called out.
A heavy cold snort came from the high sky. A golden figure appeared. Golden Wing Little Peng King sat cross-legged in the void, his body shining with ten thousand golden rays. Cracking sounds came from all over him as his bones vibrated.
"Boom—"
Demonic aura shot into the sky, surging around him like an ocean. He stood up abruptly, his eyes full of wild brilliance. He said coldly, "Me, flee in defeat? What a joke. Everything has just begun!"
Everyone was shocked. Golden Wing Little Peng King's momentum was even stronger, as if he hadn't been injured at all. Behind him, monstrous demonic aura rolled.
"This birdman was suppressed by the Primordial Saint Body but wasn't harmed. He recovered in such a short time. That's too terrifying." Tu Fei was shocked.
"Indeed, Golden Wing Little Peng King has the potential to become a Great Emperor. At the same level, he can contend with the Primordial Saint Body!" A demon clan strongman was astonished.
Qing Yi showed a strange expression. "Could he really walk the path of a Great Emperor?!"
Yan Ruyu also murmured, "Perhaps... he really has that potential."
Golden Wing Little Peng King descended, standing opposite Ye Fan. At this moment, his demonic aura soared, surging violently, and killing intent filled the surroundings.
"One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords!"
His voice pierced metal and cracked stone, shaking the sky and making many people's eardrums ache.
In this moment, across this heaven and earth, killing intent shook the world. Sword beams shot up one after another, like countless volcanoes erupting, rushing into the clouds!
Beneath the sky, divine swords stood like a forest, arrayed in midair. Each was several zhang long, with cold sword edges pointing upward. Their light was dazzling, their killing intent soaring.
One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords!
Each was refined from the divine peng's feathers, all swallowing dazzling sword energy. Sharp and piercing, they seized people's hearts.
Looking out, divine swords filled the scene. A blazing, chilling killing intent made hearts tremble with fear.
"Whether the ancient Great Emperors ever cut down a Primordial Saint Body in their youth, I don't know. Perhaps I will create a feat, paving my Great Emperor path with saint blood!"
Golden Wing Little Peng King's body was robust. Strands of golden hair moved without wind, flying wildly. His eyes were full of wildness and killing intent.
Ye Fan stood in the sword forest, facing the endless sword beams that pierced the sky, feeling the bone-piercing killing intent. He showed no fear. He took out the Li Fire Divine Furnace.
"When we fought physically, I could suppress you. Now, I can still trample you underfoot!" Ye Fan's expression was calm, but filled with strong confidence. The inch-tall crystalline furnace was held in his palm.