# Chapter 472: Slaying the Peng
The Heaven-Demon Saint-Slaying Art was too famous. Created by a saint of the Heavenly Peng Clan specifically for killing human saints, it had become a bloody terror in ancient times. Whenever this sacred art was mentioned, everyone on the land changed color.
It should have disappeared for over a hundred thousand years, buried in the dust of history. No one expected it to reappear today!
"Cough..." Golden Wing Little Peng King coughed blood continuously. Golden light flowed over his majestic body, and a wild brilliance flickered in his eyes as he stared fixedly at Ye Fan.
He had not expected that even the unparalleled Saint-Slaying Art could not kill Ye Fan, instead leaving himself severely wounded. This outcome was unacceptable to him.
"Clang!"
Golden Wing Little Peng King spat out his last mouthful of blood, straightened his body, and revealed a cruel expression. His teeth were snow-white and ferocious. "You exceeded my expectations, but you will still die. This is only the first form of the Heaven-Demon Saint-Slaying Art!"
He was like a blood-soaked Asura, his battle intent high, his killing intent shaking the heavens. Golden energy surged like waves around him, and his eyes were as piercing as cold lightning.
"Old Peng King truly has great fortune. Exploring that ruin, he actually recovered the clan's supreme sacred art."
"The Heavenly Peng Clan possesses this supreme sacred art again. In the future, not many will dare provoke them. This is an invisible deterrent!"
"The Doomsday Sacred Body is truly terrifying. What sacred art did he unleash to actually suppress the Saint-Slaying Art? It's astonishing. He must have learned some ancient scripture!"
No one could remain calm. Everyone wore expressions of shock, their hearts heaving violently as they stared fixedly at the two great experts in the arena.
Ye Fan's eyes turned cold. Golden Wing Little Peng King had not yet died. His opponent's vitality was powerful—aside from himself, he had the most terrifying physical body among the younger generation.
"Heaven-Demon Saint-Slaying Art—Second Form!" Golden Wing Little Peng King roared.
A blazing expanse of light tore through heaven and earth. A golden Peng bird transformed into human form, holding a scepter, walking over from the distant horizon.
Invisible killing thoughts surged like tidal waves. Terrifying fluctuations erupted like volcanoes. This was a chilling golden figure, born with a Peng head and human body, like a supreme king overlooking the great wilderness.
He seemed to walk over from the ancient land. Every step he took made the mountains tremble. He possessed unparalleled pressure, making it hard for everyone to breathe.
This was the second form of the Heaven-Demon Saint-Slaying Art—manifesting a king's golden body, striding forward, pressing toward Ye Fan, killing intent sweeping in all directions.
"Boom!"
He raised his scepter and swung it down, shattering mountains and rivers, tearing apart the sky dome. Like a deity, he possessed an irresistible might.
Golden energy waves erupted like a mountain flood, like an ocean striking the heavens, forming an endless expanse of great waves that pressed forward, burying Ye Fan beneath them.
A terrifying attack art, an unstoppable fatal strike. It was like a saint making a move, mortals like ants, powerless to turn the tide.
Ye Fan's heart tightened. He stepped with the Old Madman's footwork, decisively retreating. He used his golden Sea of Bitterness to protect himself, holding the Azure Lotus to block.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Around Ye Fan, golden divine light fell like raindrops. Each strike pierced through the void, its killing power shocking.
Everyone was stunned. That golden figure was truly like an ancient demon god. Every time he swung his scepter down, countless terrifying light rains struck.
Each divine light shot through the void, creating a ruined land. The attack power was unmatched in the world!
This was not a single attack, but tens of thousands of light rains flying, all striking at Ye Fan alone, leaving him nowhere to evade.
"Terrifying Heaven-Demon Saint-Slaying Art. Truly horrifying. With such a sacred art unleashed, how many of the younger generation can contend?"
"In ancient times, saints fell and blood stained heaven and earth. This sacred art was the cause. It's frightening!"
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At this moment, even Holy Son Yao Guang's pupils flickered with radiance. He stared unblinkingly, as if he could pierce through time and space, seeing the origin of all this.
Unconsciously, the divine light around him grew much brighter, almost transforming into various worlds, each one clear and distinct.
Ye Fan had nowhere to evade, so he stopped retreating. The Battle Saint Art reached its ultimate sublimation as he evolved his own Dao, resisting this terrifying Saint-Slaying divine art.
At this moment, he was without joy or worry, without distracting thoughts. His entire being seemed transcendent, his heart empty and ethereal. He held his hands as if embracing the moon, pushing forward slowly.
The Great Dao of Taiji manifested, emerging behind him. His hands turned—one pitch-black like ink, one pure white like jade—tracing the trajectory of the Dao.
His hands transformed into the Yin and Yang divine points of the Taiji Diagram, representing True Yin and True Yang!
In the Taiji divine diagram, the Yang diagram gave birth to a point of Yin, and the Yin diagram gave birth to a point of Yang. This was the manifestation of the Dao reaching its extreme and transforming.
Now, his hands were that point of True Yin and that point of True Yang, evolving the beginning and end of the Dao, representing an unchanging eternal law.
His left hand represented True Yin, pitch-black like ink. He pressed it down in the void. With a thunderous boom, a massive black hole appeared.
Nothing could be seen in that region. It devoured all light. No one could see through it. Everyone's souls felt as if they were being sucked in, causing the spectators to shudder in terror.
Ye Fan's left hand transformed into True Yin, pressing down and collapsing the void, evolving a black hole that swallowed all the endless light rains. Tens of thousands of killing sacred arts could not harm him.
"You can't break it. I will slay your living soul!" Golden Wing Little Peng King roared, the wild brilliance in his eyes growing even stronger.
"Boom!"
Before him, that figure resembling an ancient deity grew clearer. A crown appeared on the Peng head, majestic and inviolable.
The golden scepter in his hand emitted tens of millions of saintly radiances, dazzling beyond compare, like a sun embedded upon it.
This figure fiercely swung the scepter. Countless killing divine lights turned into surging great rivers, charging forward together.
Infinite brilliance, full splendor. Tens of thousands of golden rivers pierced through the void, rushing toward Ye Fan. Everything they passed was destroyed.
Everyone felt suffocated. Their bodies trembled. They all retreated rapidly. This was a fear originating from the essence of life, spreading continuously.
Golden energy waves erupted. Each one contained the Great Dao of killing. Heavenly laws interwove and surged. The aura of destruction billowed.
Ye Fan bore tremendous pressure. All his bones crackled. The black hole evolved by his pitch-black left hand was on the verge of collapse.
It was as if mountains were crushing down on him. If it were another cultivator, they would have already become meat paste. Even his physical body creaked and groaned.
A trace of blood seeped from the corner of Ye Fan's mouth. This was not deliberately spat out to confuse others, but truly caused by the overwhelming force.
"Boom!"
The Heaven-Demon Saint-Slaying Art was terrifying to the extreme. In ancient times, it had caused blood to flow and shields to float on the land, staining the sky with saint blood, causing death and Dao dissolution.
Endless light became the only thing in heaven and earth, submerging Ye Fan's position, trying to tear him apart, turning him into crushed bones and bloody mud.
"Heaven-Demon Saint-Slaying Art—Third Form!" Golden Wing Little Peng King roared, and the mountains shook wildly.
At this critical moment, he also unleashed the third form, linking it with the previous one. It was overwhelming, even more terrifying!
Golden Wing Little Peng King exhausted his abilities to execute the unparalleled sacred art, wanting to completely annihilate Ye Fan. Only through such a great battle did he realize how terrifying the Sacred Body was.
He had to go all out. He did not want to give Ye Fan any chance, wanting to strike him into form-and-spirit annihilation, never to rise again.
"The third form of the Heaven-Demon Saint-Slaying Art has been unleashed!"
"Legend says that once this form appears, saint blood must be seen. Ancient saints would fall!"
Everyone exclaimed, all eyes wide open, watching tensely. They had not expected Golden Wing Little Peng King to possess such heaven-defying means.
If he continued to grow and fully comprehended this supreme Saint-Slaying Art, he would surely become another person capable of slaying saints in the future, roaming the world without equal!
"Boom!"
Ye Fan was struck as if by lightning. He spat out large mouthfuls of blood. This was an extremely arduous battle. He had not expected his opponent's sacred art to be so terrifying.
Golden Wing Little Peng King indeed had the capital to look down on all the young heroes of the world. Once the Heaven-Demon Saint-Slaying Art was unleashed, who could contend?
Ye Fan struggled to resist. His left hand was pitch-black like ink, representing the True Yin of the Great Dao, evolving a black hole. His right hand was pure white like jade, representing True Yang, but it could not manifest anything for a long time.
"Boom!"
Nine consecutive great waves struck. Parts of Ye Fan's body surface cracked. Even his powerful physical body was nearly destroyed by the overwhelming dharma power.
Endless Great Dao laws were contained in the third form of the Heaven-Demon Saint-Slaying Art. Even the black hole could not fully devour and absorb them. Ye Fan was repeatedly struck, coughing up blood.
"The Saint-Slaying Art is too terrifying. It cannot be resisted!"
"The legends are true. Once the third form of the Heaven-Demon Saint-Slaying Art appears, saint blood must flow. Although Ye Fan is not a saint, he is a Sacred Body, so the legend is not broken."
"Thud!"
Ye Fan's body shook violently. He could not dodge even if he wanted to. Everywhere in heaven and earth were Great Dao laws, filled with the bloody aura of saint-slaying, giving him a feeling of impending doom.
Having experienced many great battles, this was the first time he had such an ominous premonition. The Saint-Slaying Art seemed specifically designed against him!
"Cough..."
He coughed blood continuously. This was the first time he had been so injured in a great battle. It was an extremely difficult and dangerous fight!
Everyone watched intently. This form might decide life and death, victory and defeat. Many felt that Ye Fan could not hold on much longer.
"Life... death... life..." At this most critical moment, Ye Fan's heart calmed down. His right hand, flawless white, representing True Yang, flickered continuously.
He cast aside distracting thoughts, his heart empty and ethereal. Time seemed to stand still. Suddenly, his eyes shot out brilliant divine light. In an instant, he understood everything.
"Boom!"
His right hand, representing True Yang, erupted with light brighter than ten suns. He pressed it fiercely into the void, then collided it with the black hole in his left hand.
"Rumble!"
This region of heaven and earth shattered. The sky dome seemed overturned. The earth seemed to sink forever. Nothing remained.
The great collision of True Yin and True Yang, an ultimate evolution of the Taiji divine diagram. In this life-and-death battle, Ye Fan comprehended many Dao principles.
In this arduous deadly battle, though he was nearly torn apart by the Heaven-Demon Saint-Slaying Art, he gained much. He understood many things, for the first time evolving some of his own "Dao."
"Boom!"
Terrifying energy erupted continuously. Golden blood flowed all over Ye Fan's body. He was heavily wounded, but he smiled, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth.
"Ah..."
On the opposite side, Golden Wing Little Peng King screamed. The third form of the Heaven-Demon Saint-Slaying Art was broken. The crowned deity before him shattered instantly.
He himself also suffered a terrifying impact. In almost an instant, seven or eight bloody holes were pierced through his body by True Yin and True Yang, front to back.
Golden Wing Little Peng King's heroic posture was stained with blood. He fell backward, his disheveled hair flying. His golden pupils were filled with rage as he was sent flying backward by the terrifying energy impact.
"Heaven-Demon Saint-Slaying..." he roared, trying desperately to unleash the fourth form!
Ye Fan sneered coldly, leaving an afterimage as he charged forward. How could he allow his opponent to strike?
Golden Wing Little Peng King retreated at extreme speed, but Ye Fan still caught up. The Old Madman's footwork was a step superior.
"Buzz!"
Ye Fan's golden hand slammed down. Golden Wing Little Peng King's Heaven-Demon Saint-Slaying Art was forcibly interrupted. He spat blood again, forced to defend.
"Clang!"
The two clashed fiercely, their physical bodies contending for the first time, emitting blinding light.
"Ah..."
Golden Wing Little Peng King screamed. Clearly, he had suffered greatly in this collision. His right hand was nearly deformed. Blood dripped from his entire body, covered in many wounds.
"Pfft!"
Ye Fan charged forward, striking with all his might, overpowering Golden Wing Little Peng King, delivering heavy blows continuously, giving him no chance.
In the distance, everyone was stunned. This was a life-and-death struggle. The great battle was about to end!
"Clang," "Clang"...
A fierce, brutal collision. Golden Wing Little Peng King screamed, his golden hair standing on end, furious to the extreme.
"Kill!"
Ye Fan roared. He had long been fighting with true fury. He seized Golden Wing Little Peng King's arm, with the momentum to swallow mountains and rivers!
"Ah..." Ye Fan shouted. Heaven and earth shook. He pulled with all his might.
"Pfft..."
Blood splattered. He tore off Golden Wing Little Peng King's right arm. Peng blood stained the sky!