Chapter 260: One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords
The sky was filled with sharp golden divine swords everywhere, each one spitting sword light that shot up into the heavens. It was a terrifying sea of swords, stretching endlessly, with murderous intent that shook the world.
One hundred and eight thousand swords!
In the distant sky, many were horrified. Such a forest of swords would chill anyone trapped within it.
"This birdman is too terrifying. How did he refine so many great swords?" Tu Fei felt that things were going badly.
Qing Yi also changed color, saying, "It seems Golden Wing Little Peng King can no longer remain aloof. In physical confrontation, he was at a disadvantage, so he has summoned his life-bound Peng Feather Swords."
"These aren't just casually shot golden feathers. They are refined from divine peng plumes—one of the most powerful life-slaying arts of the Heavenly Peng Clan!"
"The Peng Feather Swords carry the imprint of racial inheritance. As the descendant of Old Peng King, their killing power is immeasurable!"
Many demon clan cultivators murmured among themselves, feeling that Ye Fan's situation was dire and precarious.
"What's the big deal? Roast the little bird, burn it all with one fire, and see how he acts arrogant!" Big Black Dog muttered.
"This crazy birdman is too dreadful. I think he's even more unsettling than Holy Son Yao Guang!" Tu Fei said to himself.
"Fortunately, his cultivation has been suppressed to the second heaven of the Dao Palace, or the consequences would be unthinkable." Yan Ruyu's expression was serene as she said, "Once the Peng Feather Swords are fully formed, all one hundred and eight thousand divine peng feathers can be unleashed together, shaking heaven and earth."
"To have summoned his Peng Feather Swords at this age is truly astonishing."
In the sky, Golden Wing Little Peng King stood with his hands behind his back. His eyes were extremely sharp, like heavenly swords drawn from their sheaths, the light they emitted making one's heart tremble.
"A thousand feathers, a thousand swords—strike!" He let out a great shout, and the thousand-plus golden great swords suspended in the high heavens all slashed toward the same target.
A thousand sword beams surged, splitting heaven and earth, drowning Ye Fan below. It was a chilling offensive—a thousand swords striking together, cutting through the sky.
"Chi, chi, chi..."
Dazzling light, each beam as thick as a water bucket, incredibly sharp, surged forward like flood dragons, unstoppable, as if they could pierce the very dome of heaven!
"Dang, dang, dang..."
Ye Fan raised his hands and moved his feet, all employing the Battle Saint Art, shattering each sword beam. The Li Fire Divine Furnace hung above his head as he charged toward Golden Wing Little Peng King.
It was a breathtaking scene—a thousand feathers, a thousand swords, splitting heaven and earth with astonishing power.
In the distant sky, the onlookers felt chills running down their spines, cold air rising continuously. Even from such a distance, they could feel the terrifying killing intent. Those sword beams, thick as water buckets, were filled with endless murderousness, making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
If it was like this outside the battle, one could hardly imagine how much killing intent Ye Fan was enduring within the sword forest.
One hundred and eight thousand swords hung in the air, each golden divine sword emitting terrifying killing intent. Gathered together, they formed a chilling, destructive aura.
"Dang, dang..."
Ye Fan moved with great force, like a war god, his body bathed in divine radiance, making the very heavens tremble. He fought his way forward, and though a thousand swords slashed at him, they could not stop him.
All the sword beams in the sky were shattered by his blows. This was the supreme might of the Primordial Saint Body—harder than divine weapons and treasures, smashing everything it struck.
Golden Wing Little Peng King stood unmoved within the sword forest, his eyes filled with boundless killing intent as he shouted, "Three thousand swords, chaos in the void!"
"Clang, clang, clang..."
The divine swords sang in unison. Three thousand golden divine swords shot out simultaneously, their sword beams interweaving to form a terrifying net covering heaven and earth—dense and grim.
Against such a powerful assault, even Ye Fan's Primordial Saint Body felt a tearing pain.
Three thousand great swords struck together, splitting the sky. Sword energy surged into the heavens, sending him flying backward.
"Chi, chi, chi..."
Sword light streaked like rainbows, piercing heaven and earth, one after another, endless and dazzling in the sky.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan strained to shatter over a thousand sword beams, then began to activate the Li Fire Divine Furnace.
The furnace rapidly expanded above his head. The five-colored lid clanged loudly as it flew into the air, and from the pitch-black furnace mouth surged a vast sheet of black flames.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
Over a thousand great swords slashed toward him but were instantly engulfed by the black flames. The scorching heat was terrifying, and on the spot, one thousand three hundred golden great swords were melted.
Golden light flickered in the sky. Within the black flames, the gold slowly dimmed as over a thousand Peng Feather Swords were destroyed, burning to ashes.
Golden Wing Little Peng King's golden hair stood on end, whipping wildly. Cold light flashed in his eyes. The destruction of over a thousand great swords pained him greatly, and he couldn't help but let out a long roar.
"What kind of fire is that, to be so terrifying?"
"The Peng Feather Swords are unstoppably sharp, yet he burned over a thousand of them with one fire. That's astonishing."
"Could it be the same flame that burned the Ji Family's Supreme Elder to death? No, that wasn't a colored flame."
Every onlooker changed color. The heat of this flame was so intense that even from such a distance, it made one's heart tremble. If caught in it, the consequences would be unthinkable.
The Li Fire Divine Furnace sparkled and shimmered, radiating five-colored glass light, suspended above Ye Fan's head. Flames leaped and blazed fiercely, the black fire twisting the very void.
Surrounded by such flames, his precious body gleamed, his battle intent high, as he strode through the void, pressing forward.
Golden Wing Little Peng King's expression was cold as he shouted, "Peng Feathers, regenerate!"
His entire body shone like gold, shooting out beams of divine light. The golden great swords were replenished, once again forming one hundred and eight thousand swords.
Powerful killing intent coalesced, forming a despair-inducing forest of swords. Every great sword clanged and rang, their cries shaking the heavens!
"He has comprehended the Heavenly Peng Clan's life-slaying art to such a degree—reaching the realm of Peng Feather Regeneration, where the sword intent is indestructible!"
"One hundred and eight thousand swords—if the sword intent is indestructible, the divine swords are indestructible, unless all the great swords are destroyed at once!"
In the distance, everyone changed color. Such indestructible divine swords would trouble any opponent, endlessly regenerating until they eventually cut down their foe.
"Ten thousand swords, move together!"
Golden Wing Little Peng King shouted. Ten thousand great swords vibrated, their sword energy blinding, piercing the void, twisting into a terrifying sword net.
Ye Fan activated the Li Fire Divine Furnace, enlarging it to a hundred zhang in height, like a mountain peak standing in the sky.
At this point, there was nothing left to hold back. Endless black flames surged in all directions.
This was the black flame taken from the Setting Sun Ridge within the Primordial Forbidden Zone. Though taken from the surface, it still possessed terrifying heat.
"Boom!"
The fire raged, black divine flames sweeping across the four directions. Ten thousand great swords were engulfed and slowly burned away.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
Golden Wing Little Peng King's entire body radiated brilliance. Ten thousand great swords surged forth, once again replenishing the sword forest.
"This freak!" Tu Fei was shocked.
"At this rate, the black flames will eventually run out, but his Peng Feather Swords are indestructible. Ye Fan's situation is dire," Qing Yi said gravely.
"That's not necessarily true. He's paying a price by constantly regenerating the Peng Feathers. If this drags on, he might not be able to sustain it," Yan Ruyu interjected.
One hundred and eight thousand swords, ten thousand swords moving together, splitting the sky, drowning Ye Fan. He used the Li Fire Divine Furnace to clear a path, charging toward Golden Wing Little Peng King.
"Boom!"
Black flames raged, rampaging in all directions, surging toward the great swords.
All one hundred and eight thousand swords vibrated together. Endless killing intent surged out, coalescing into a single massive divine sword that towered into the clouds—the killing intent of one hundred and eight thousand swords!
"Chi!"
The great sword, a thousand zhang long, slashed down. This terrifying killing intent made even Ye Fan feel a chill. One hundred and eight thousand swords united, their killing intent boundless!
"Bam!"
Ye Fan was sent flying by the strike. Such a life-slaying art dealt a fearsome blow even to his Primordial Saint Body.
"Freakish! Is this still a battle at the second heaven of the Dao Palace?!"
"The Heavenly Peng Clan's life-slaying art is terrifying. If not for the Primordial Saint Body, anyone else would have been slashed to ashes, body and soul."
...
In the distant sky, the crowd could not calm down.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan activated the Li Fire Divine Furnace, flames burning in all directions, sweeping toward the one hundred and eight thousand great swords.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
One by one, the golden divine swords shot like rainbows, appearing behind Golden Wing Little Peng King, evading the raging flames.
Though he had reached the realm of Peng Feather Regeneration, he couldn't withstand such terrifying fire without suffering damage. He wanted to avoid losses.
The two faced off!
Golden Wing Little Peng King hadn't expected his innate life-slaying art to be countered. The black flames in his opponent's furnace posed a great threat to his Peng Feather Swords.
"The Primordial Saint Body can indeed dominate at the same rank. It seems to suppress Golden Wing Little Peng King," Tu Fei said happily.
Qing Yi shook his head. "It's too early to say that. Golden Wing Little Peng King has the potential to become a Great Emperor. In every aspect, he's not much weaker than the Primordial Saint Body. This is just a matter of weapon compatibility."
"There's still some gap. His physical body was tempered in the Four Extremes Secret Realm," Tu Fei said.
"Is the Primordial Saint Body really this fearsome? It's putting a demon clan hopeful for the path of a Great Emperor at a disadvantage at the same cultivation level!" Several demon clan cultivators murmured.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, an extremely fierce baleful aura appeared in heaven and earth, making both body and soul tremble involuntarily.
It was as if a primordial ferocious beast had broken free from its seal and come into the world. Endless killing intent swept through the high heavens!
"This is..." Everyone was shocked.
In Golden Wing Little Peng King's hand appeared a pitch-black weapon, its dark light dense and chilling to the soul. This fierce aura was exactly what it emitted.
"Great Wilderness Halberd!"
Many changed color. Some lesser demons turned pale, nearly falling to their knees.
This weapon, forged from black metal, seemed alive. Its baleful aura surged into the heavens, making one's hair stand on end, exuding a fearsome majesty.
"It really is the Great Wilderness Halberd—Old Peng King's demon weapon from a lifetime of slaughter!"
"That's right, it's the Great Wilderness Halberd. Endless killing, rivers of blood, mountains of bones—countless lives have been taken by it!"
The pitch-black weapon radiated fierce energy, flashing with cold metallic light, like a ferocious ancient beast, emitting an incomparably fierce aura.
"This isn't fair! Golden Wing Little Peng King, you're wielding a weapon of a demon clan giant. How can this be a fight?!" Tu Fei shouted.
"Relax, it's sealed. It doesn't have the might of the 'Great Wilderness'!" Golden Wing Little Peng King replied coldly.
The Great Wilderness Halberd was a demon weapon refined over a lifetime by a demon clan great power. Though it couldn't compare to an extreme weapon, it was still terrifying.
"It is indeed sealed. Old Peng King wouldn't let him rely on a demon weapon too early," Yan Ruyu nodded.
No one knew how terrifying the Great Wilderness Halberd truly was. Rumors said it was as heavy as a mountain, difficult even for cultivators at the Four Extremes realm to hold.
Perhaps only Golden Wing Little Peng King and Ye Fan, with his Primordial Saint Body, could wield it at such a low cultivation level.
Golden Wing Little Peng King stood with the Great Wilderness Halberd, his entire body shining like gold, while the halberd was pitch-black like ink, forming a stark contrast. Their killing intents merged, surging like an ocean.
Behind him, all one hundred and eight thousand great swords stood upright toward the sky, their sword energy shooting into the clouds, making him appear incredibly fearsome. His robust body exuded a wild, murderous nature.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan summoned his cauldron. The two-inch-tall cauldron rapidly expanded to over a meter in height, replacing the Li Fire Divine Furnace, suspended above his head.
This cauldron was ancient and natural, without any killing intent. It gave a feeling of the Dao being natural, as if it were expounding the "Dao" and "Principles" of heaven and earth.
From within the cauldron, strands of Mysterious Yellow dripped down, shielding him tightly, making him seem as if he were merging with the Great Dao.