Chapter 470: Peng Blood Dyes the Golden Sea
This place was filled with outstanding talents of the younger generation. Everyone stood up, their hearts filled with immense anticipation for this battle.
Golden Wing Little Peng King was like a demon god, causing many among the younger generation to be wary. Few dared to fight him, and now he was actually going to face off against the Doom Saint Body.
Ye Fan had "little time left to live," his doom approaching, yet his momentum was at its peak. If he were to fall due to his Dao injury, it would be somewhat anticlimactic. Now, he was about to engage in a great battle with Golden Wing Little Peng King, likely his final battle. It would serve as a perfect conclusion, a final showdown regardless of victory or defeat.
"This birdman is too arrogant. He deserves to have his tendons pulled and his bones broken!" Black Emperor bared his teeth.
"You dog, I won't let you off either!" Golden Wing Little Peng King's eyes swept over coldly.
"I hope your skills match your words," Ye Fan said with a cold smile on his lips.
"Rest assured, I will personally cut off your path to life and extinguish your soul," Golden Wing Little Peng King's gaze was full of aggression.
Ye Fan stared at him without saying more. Now, only battle remained.
"I invite all friends to come watch the fight!" Golden Wing Little Peng King said with a sinister smile, transmitting his voice to the various Holy Sons and Holy Maidens present.
"How could we miss such a shocking battle? We must go," Holy Son Yao Guang nodded.
Phoenix also smiled faintly, walking over gracefully, and said, "I look forward to this battle!"
Zhao Fa laughed heartily, saying, "I can't wait any longer!"
"Then let's go. Today, I will end the Saint Body's fate and offer his sacred blood for all of you to taste!" Golden Wing Little Peng King's disheveled hair flew wildly, his demonic nature and murderous intent fully exposed.
"Then let's fight!" Ye Fan only said these four words, rising into the air first, flying out of the Eight Hundred Divine Islands like a deity.
This group, all young heirs of supreme great sects, including many Holy Sons and Holy Maidens, could not help but attract attention. Many people looked over, even drawing the notice of some senior figures.
They moved quickly, soon flying out of the Eight Hundred Divine Islands and rushing toward a distant range of lush mountains. They could not hold the decisive battle within the Wind Clan's sacred grounds.
It was now noon. The blazing sun hung like a furnace, casting scorching rays onto the earth, its venomous beams baking the land.
They traveled a full five hundred li away from the Wind Clan's Divine Islands before stopping. Below, endless towering mountains stood, with numerous valleys and ravines, forming a very primitive region.
The sky was filled with cultivators, all staring at the two figures in the center. This was the focal point of the battle. The two top-tier young experts had clashed before, but it was only today that it erupted.
Golden Wing Little Peng King had long been famous among the younger generation, a wild and unparalleled prodigy of the Demon Clan. Everyone knew his strength. Where his Great Desolate Halberd pointed, no heroes dared to challenge.
Ye Fan had only become known to the world in the past year, unknown before, a powerful figure who had suddenly risen. Yet he was immensely strong.
Since emerging into the world, his experiences and actions had all had great impact, giving him the momentum to surpass others. No one among the younger generation was unaware of him.
Sunlight poured down. Golden Wing Little Peng King's body seemed cast from gold, shimmering with brilliant light. His golden hair was so dazzling it made it hard to open one's eyes.
His eyes were savage and demonic, like two bolts of lightning shooting out from hell, drilling into people's souls, devouring their minds. His killing intent was like an ocean.
In his hand appeared a massive golden sacred sword, enormous, dozens of zhang long, hanging downward, almost touching the peak of a great mountain below. The killing aura it emitted caused leaves to fly wildly in the mountains, withering continuously.
On the other side, Ye Fan stood calmly in the void, his black hair gently dancing, his eyes clear and bright. He remained motionless, looking at his opponent with steady composure.
Invisible killing thoughts surged between the two. Before the battle even began, it made people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their bodies and minds chilled. Powerful battle intent and terrifying killing aura filled the air.
"Crack!"
Below, a great mountain could not withstand the pressure. Its peak cracked, several large fissures appearing due to the oppressive killing thoughts. The scene was terrifying.
"Boom!"
A second mountain peak shattered, dozens of boulders weighing ten thousand jun exploding. Then the peak collapsed, rocks flying through the air, dust rising everywhere, everything dim and chaotic.
This was caused by the powerful killing intent. If anyone entered the field, they would be crushed into meat paste. This was a clash of killing thoughts, the most terrifying kind, where a single misstep could lead to the destruction of both body and soul.
In the endless mountains, many beasts fled in terror, scattering in all directions in chaos. Many fierce animals lay prostrate on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
"Flap, flap, flap"
Countless birds soared into the sky, trying to leave this terrifying place. But as soon as they reached the air, they shattered, turning into blossoms of blood.
They were instantly annihilated, body and soul, leaving nothing behind but misty blood. The killing intent was like a blade, cutting down all living things. Anything that entered was destroyed.
"These two are so terrifying! Their battle intent has reached such a level. Though they haven't struck, it's as if they have!"
"There are truly few among the younger generation who can contend with them..."
At that moment, Golden Wing Little Peng King moved. He let out a clear cry, causing the mountains to shake violently, trees to tremble, withered leaves to fall, and the endless mountain range to fill with a grim killing aura.
"One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords!"
Golden Wing Little Peng King immediately unleashed a supreme technique. His entire body blazed with golden light, emitting a blinding radiance. Tens of thousands of terrifying golden sword beams shot out.
The killing aura soared, making heaven and earth tremble. Countless sacred swords slashed out together, shattering the void. It seemed as if the pillars of heaven and earth had collapsed, sweeping away everything in their path.
"Boom!"
Exactly one hundred and eight thousand sacred swords, each a hundred zhang long, stood in the void before slashing down.
This was no longer just sword beams; it had become an ocean of sacred swords. A golden, terrifying storm engulfed everything, sweeping forward, destroying all obstacles.
This was the innate supreme divine art of the Roc Clan, capable of leveling even a thousand troops, an indiscriminate attack!
Even less so when it was all directed at a single person. This power was unimaginable, like the end of the world, a great collapse of heaven and earth.
The one hundred and eight thousand sacred swords, with their sword beams, formed an ocean, devouring everything, sweeping all away, possessing the divine might of billions of jun!
"Boom!"
Each sword beam was like a flood, terrifying beyond measure, chilling everyone watching from afar to the bone. How could they fight against such a powerful Golden Wing Little Peng King?
He alone was worth a thousand troops. How many among the younger generation could withstand such divine might? Even Holy Son-level figures would likely meet their end!
Ye Fan's heart tightened. He had fought against the supreme technique of One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords before. At that time, he had defended with the Primordial Qi Cauldron and destroyed it with the terrifying black flames of the Li Fire Divine Furnace. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to counter.
Now, facing it again, he had lost the Primordial Qi Cauldron and the Li Fire Divine Furnace. He had to rely on himself!
"Boom!"
In his Wheel Sea, lightning flashed and thunder roared. An endless golden ocean surged out, engulfing him, blocking the external sword ocean!
"Crack!"
An aura of the beginning of heaven and earth spread. Above the golden Sea of Suffering, countless lightning bolts danced, enveloping Ye Fan, as if the world was being created anew.
He stood holding an azure lotus, his robes fluttering, calmly facing the one hundred and eight thousand sacred swords, using his body to block this supreme divine art that could kill a Holy Son.
"Ah..." Golden Wing Little Peng King roared, his golden hair seeming to burn. He wielded immense dharma power, charging forward.
His gaze was like heavenly swords, piercing through the void. Like a demon god, he was unstoppable, holding a single sacred sword—the one condensed from the Roc Clan's own sacred blood, said to be indestructible!
"Ye Fan, I will cut down your living soul!"
The roc's cry echoed through the sky. He held the sacred sword and slashed down, his blood energy surging to the heavens, shaking the mountains and rivers. Countless mountain ranges trembled.
"Clang," "Clang," "Clang"...
The one hundred and eight thousand swords slashed into the golden Sea of Suffering, transforming into golden rocs, tearing through heaven and earth, pouncing on Ye Fan. This was an unstoppable offensive.
Everyone was stunned. Golden Wing Little Peng King indeed possessed the skill to dominate the younger generation, actually using his sacred sword to break into the Saint Body's divine phenomenon. How sharp and powerful was that?!
One hundred and eight thousand rocs covered the sky, all cast from gold, each ferocious and divine, spreading their wings to tear the heavens, clawing to shatter the void.
A powerful, unparalleled offensive. Divine rocs roamed the golden Sea of Suffering, their cries threatening to collapse the sky, terrifying people's hearts and minds.
If it were anyone else, they would surely die. With so many golden rocs attacking at close range, there was no way to turn the tide. But Ye Fan was different. A cold smile appeared on his lips.
"I will kill you until you despair!"
He stood holding the azure lotus, surrounded by lightning, his golden blood energy surging to the heavens. With a loud boom, he sealed off the sky with his golden Sea of Suffering.
Then, Ye Fan moved like lightning, holding the azure lotus, slaying the endless golden rocs!
The azure lotus was like green mist, blurry in Ye Fan's hand, tracing green shadows. But it was terrifying, cutting down all living things.
Ye Fan moved too fast, striking mercilessly. The azure lotus was as sharp as a blade, splitting a roc open, blood splattering. He did not stop, charging at the next.
"Puff," "Puff"...
He held the azure lotus, continuously slashing. Roc heads fell one after another, and massive roc corpses dropped from the sky one by one.
This was real blood, the essence that Golden Wing Little Peng King had nurtured into his sacred sword, forming the indestructible one hundred and eight thousand swords. But now, they were being slain by Ye Fan.
"The Saint Body's Sea of Suffering is golden, completely different from ours. It can transform into an invincible defensive divine phenomenon..." Many in the distance were shocked.
"Ah..." Golden Wing Little Peng King roared, his mighty body cracking the sky, golden waves of energy surging to the heavens, as if a demon saint had been reborn!
He swung the golden sacred sword in his hand, launching the most violent offensive. The rocs trapped in the golden Sea of Suffering all screeched, burning up, turning into endless killing light!
But within the golden Sea of Suffering divine phenomenon, Ye Fan was like an absolute ruler. Lightning wrapped around him, as if he were creating a world.
He was unshakable. All the golden rocs could not approach, constantly being slain by him. One strike, one corpse; one strike, a mist of blood.
One could clearly see roc corpses falling one after another, dropping into the golden Sea of Suffering, continuously being killed.
"Good! These are the sacred swords nurtured by the birdman's essence blood. Though they are said to be indestructible, being cut down like this will harm his vitality!" Big Black Dog shouted.
The golden Sea of Suffering was dyed red with blood, floating countless roc corpses, a scene of utter carnage.
Ye Fan's gaze was cold, like a Shura reborn. His black hair danced wildly, holding the blood-dripping azure lotus, slaughtering mercilessly. All one hundred and eight thousand rocs were slain by him.
"Boom!"
With a final shake, the golden Sea of Suffering surged. Ye Fan stood holding the azure lotus, his robes unstained by blood, calm and unruffled, like a deity holding a flower. He shouted, "What else do you have? Bring it all out. I'll kill everything clean today!"
In the distant sky, everyone was shaken. The full force of One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords could kill a Holy Son, yet they were all destroyed by Ye Fan, the roc essence blood evaporated!
Holy Son Yao Guang remained calm on the surface, but he was inwardly shaken. His eyes grew deeper.
Phoenix was very surprised, never expecting Ye Fan to have such heaven-defying means, breaking the One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords like this.
Holy Son Zi Mansion and Zhao Fa both had stiff expressions. They asked themselves if they could destroy one hundred and eight thousand divine rocs like this, and were shaken inside.
Golden Wing Little Peng King's hair was disheveled, his eyes as sharp as blades, his bloodlust and wildness fully displayed. He said coldly, "I have my own means to destroy you!"