Chapter 473: Ancient Heroic Spirits
"Ah..." Golden Wing Little Peng King screamed, his arm torn off, blood gushing, half his body stained red.
He circulated his innate one qi, his life essence boiling, and a golden blood energy shot out from the severed arm, collapsing even the void itself—this was a destructive aura!
Embracing a resolve to perish together with his foe, he forced Ye Fan to dodge. This self-destructive method of mutual annihilation made him seem almost ablaze.
"Boom!"
Infinite dharma power and heaven-defying dao patterns surged forth, the sky completely ruined, becoming a terrifying place.
Ye Fan was knocked back, endless great dao laws pressing down on him. This was the dao force contained within Little Peng King's blood, a racial talent inheritance.
The demon clan was vastly different from the human clan; their blood contained treasures left by their ancestors. Once awakened and unearthed, it possessed inconceivable might!
The stronger the ancestor, the more terrifying the bloodline treasure. Once manifested, it could unleash astonishing divine power, even conjuring the dreadful scene of an ancient heavenly demon descending upon the world.
Ye Fan had victory in hand and didn't want to fight to the death. There was no need to seriously injure himself during his opponent's death throes, so he retreated over a hundred zhang.
Golden Wing Little Peng King's golden hair was stained with blood. He cried out in pain, his left hand clutching his severed arm, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"I... lost an arm..."
He couldn't accept this reality. It was a result more unbearable than death itself. A nearly insane killing intent appeared in his eyes, and he growled lowly, "I, Golden Wing Little Peng King, will never be defeated!"
He roared to the heavens, his golden hair standing on end, terrifying divine light shooting from his pupils. His entire body blazed with golden flames, leaping and flickering.
In the distance, the crowd was utterly shocked. Ye Fan had torn off Golden Wing Little Peng King's arm with his bare hands—a result that chilled everyone to the bone.
Many heirs of supreme great sects had unnatural expressions in their eyes. Such combat power sent chills through their hearts. That was the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art, a world-shaking divine technique, yet it couldn't stop the Sacred Body.
Some holy sons were extremely wary, their gazes icy cold. They felt a powerful threat; the Sacred Body's combat strength made them very uneasy.
Wind Phoenix, with her tall, graceful figure, stood in the distant sky. A colorful light flowed in her beautiful eyes, and her five-colored mask emitted a soft glow, shielding her face, making her expression unreadable.
However, from the fluctuating light in her eyes, one could guess a little—she was shaken, her emotions seemingly unsettled.
Holy Son Yao Guang was very calm, sacred light flowing over his body. His eyes were like deep pools as he stood motionless in the void, lost in thought.
"Ah..." Golden Wing Little Peng King roared, shaking the mountains and rivers. After losing an arm, he had completely gone mad.
"Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art—Fourth Form!"
He roared to the sky, his golden blood energy surging like he was standing in a golden ocean. Terrifying energy rolled like great waves, surging skyward. His disheveled hair flew wildly, making him look like a wounded demon king.
Golden Wing Little Peng King had completely thrown caution to the wind, forcibly evolving the fourth form of the Slaughtering Saint Art with his crippled body, still intent on annihilating Ye Fan. His infinite killing intent hadn't diminished in the slightest!
"Do you still have a chance?" Ye Fan sneered. This unparalleled divine technique was indeed too terrifying; he didn't want to passively endure it.
In that moment, he transformed into a divine light and charged forward. His left hand represented true yin, his right hand true yang, unleashing a heaven-shaking strike to forcibly interrupt the Slaughtering Saint Art.
"Boom!"
This heaven and earth instantly collapsed, a terrifying wave of energy surging like ten thousand great waves crashing in succession.
"Rumble..."
Golden Wing Little Peng King roared, but it was useless. With his cultivation level, activating the fourth form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art was already a stretch.
Now, with Ye Fan unleashing such a domineering strike that swept away everything, his powerful combat power destroyed all.
"Bang!"
Golden Wing Little Peng King was like he'd been struck by a ten-thousand-jun heavy hammer. His bones cracked, blood sprayed from his mouth, and he was forcibly interrupted, suffering backlash.
"Boom!"
At the same time, Ye Fan closed in, raising his golden fist to smash down, using his peerless brute force to shatter all obstacles!
This was the Sacred Body. His unmatched physical form was displayed to its fullest in this moment. As long as he broke through to close range, even the strongest of the demon clan—the Peng and Jiao dragon races—would meet their end!
"Clang!"
Ye Fan's fist clashed with Golden Wing Little Peng King's left palm, instantly twisting and deforming it. It couldn't block him at all.
"Kill..." Even so, Golden Wing Little Peng King roared, slashing wildly in madness.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan struck eight consecutive punches, all landing on that deformed palm, making it impossible for him to bear the excruciating pain.
"Pfft!"
With Ye Fan's ninth strike, his golden fist blasted that palm into a mist of blood, completely shattering it.
Golden Wing Little Peng King roared, spitting out a golden stream of energy from his mouth. "Pfft!" The void was torn like window paper.
Ye Fan dodged, his eyes icy cold, showing no mercy at all. In a life-and-death battle, it was either you die or I die. A soft heart would only bury oneself.
"Crack!"
He moved both hands, grabbing hold of Golden Wing Little Peng King's severely injured left arm. With a violent yank, a shower of blood scattered, and the sound of breaking bones rang out.
Ye Fan snapped and tore off his left arm. White bone fragments and spurting blood splashed onto him, making him look like a merciless Asura.
"Bang!"
He threw a punch, caving in Golden Wing Little Peng King's chest, producing the terrifying sound of bones cracking.
Golden Wing Little Peng King was beaten beyond recognition, flying backward. His mighty body, now armless, could barely resist. But at that moment, he let out a cruel, loud laugh.
Extremely arrogant and cold, it shook the soul, like a god of hell breaking free from its chains and charging out. He said coldly, "I've finally succeeded! Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art—Fourth Form!"
In that instant, everyone's heart trembled, as if the end of the world had arrived, and they were about to die and vanish. Everyone shuddered, many nearly collapsing to their knees, wanting to prostrate themselves.
In the endless mountain ranges, all birds and beasts lay prostrate on the ground, trembling, worshiping in this direction!
Ye Fan's first feeling was that the shadow of death had enveloped him. He decisively retreated, quickly moving far away.
"It's useless. You can't escape!" Golden Wing Little Peng King was bitterly cold.
One after another, phantom figures flew down from the endless sky, merging into his body. At the broken ends of his arms, two light arms appeared, lifelike and even stronger.
"Ancient ancestors, heed my call! Heavenly demon descends, unite with me, slaughter all saints!"
Golden Wing Little Peng King's voice was low, like a cursed, cold utterance that resounded through this world, causing the endless mountains to rumble and shake.
Everyone was stunned. What kind of world-shaking sacred art was the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art? How could it be so bizarre!
"Boom!"
A terrifying fluctuation, like countless volcanoes erupting, like a sky-connecting tsunami sweeping in all directions, surged through heaven and earth!
A horrifying scene appeared. One after another, tall and imposing figures descended, merging with Golden Wing Little Peng King.
Around him, relief sculptures appeared, exuding an ancient and weathered aura, as if returning to a bygone era.
"What is that?" people exclaimed.
Golden Wing Little Peng King merged with those heroic figures. His arms regenerated, very real, filled with a powerful sense of force.
Around him, some reliefs were stained with blood, extremely terrifying, as if narrating a past event.
"Clang!"
A golden battle suit covered his body. A scepter appeared in his hand, making him like a supreme king.
"Boom!"
More terrifying scenes appeared. Figures flickered around him, and dreadful scenes from ancient times re-emerged in the mortal world through time and space.
"The Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art has a demonic nature. It has summoned the ancient heroic spirits of the Heavenly Peng clan, recreating the scenes of yesteryear!"
"Those are ancient saints, fallen in pools of blood..."
Golden Wing Little Peng King was covered by the battle suit, only a pair of golden pupils exposed, soul-shaking, his entire body shrouded in golden divine armor.
By his side were figures with hearts pierced by golden scepters, people whose heads had been torn off by heavenly pengs, and corpses lying at his feet...
Those were all ancient saints, fallen in blood, lying dead on the ground, having perished under the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art countless ages ago.
"Boom!"
Golden Wing Little Peng King swung the golden scepter, charging at Ye Fan. An endless, terrifying aura spread. He was like a deity, every move a great dao law!
"Thud!"
Ye Fan was struck like by lightning, spitting blood, instantly flying backward. He felt the shadow of death enveloping him.
"Too terrifying! This is only the fourth form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art. There are five more forms behind it. No wonder it dares to use the word 'slaughter saint' in its name!"
"Golden Wing Little Peng King can only use the first four forms, but that's enough to dominate his peers. Who can stop him?!"
People's hearts pounded with fear.
Golden Wing Little Peng King's eyes were bone-chillingly cold. He held the scepter, striding toward Ye Fan, bitterly cold, saying, "Can you still break it?"
"Boom!"
He swung the scepter down. The golden divine scepter split the sky. With every step, heaven and earth moved with him.
At the same time, an extremely terrifying scene emerged: ancient saints lay dead, blood flowing, fallen at his feet, making him seem filled with demonic nature.
"Has he really summoned the ancient saints of the Heavenly Peng clan?!"
"No, countless ages have passed. It's impossible for heroic spirits to be summoned. Perhaps it's just a manifestation of the great dao laws!"
People were shocked, all shaken.
"No one can stop my advance. You should be executed!" Golden Wing Little Peng King was covered in golden divine armor, his pupils sharp as blades, the golden scepter cleaving down.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan was sent flying again. His opponent's combat power was bizarrely inexplicable, as if truly possessed by a god, invincible!
At this point, he didn't care about anything else. The All Secret of the Nine Secrets was about to be unleashed. His opponent's world-shaking sacred art was too terrifying. The Battle Secret and the All Secret had to be used together!
Golden Wing Little Peng King was unstoppable. Every move was a great dao law. Holding the scepter, he strode forward like a sovereign over the realm, nothing able to block him.
Ye Fan coughed blood continuously. Even he couldn't withstand this supreme divine power. If it were any other young prodigy, they would have long since perished, body and soul, unable to resist!
Ancient saints lay dead at his feet, blood flowing, making Golden Wing Little Peng King wild and savage. His mighty body was like a demon lord resurrected, appearing in the mortal world.
Ye Fan was anxious. He activated the Nine Secrets hundreds of times but failed. This random triggering was indeed too passive.
During this process, he was nearly cut in half by that scepter, narrowly dodging, but a terrifying wound appeared on his waist and abdomen.
This was the most dangerous battle in his life-and-death struggles. At this moment, Golden Wing Little Peng King was nearly invincible.
Ye Fan reactivated the All Secret of the Nine Secrets, but it failed again, casting a shadow over his heart. His luck today was too poor. Was heaven trying to destroy him?
"What can you use to fight me?" Golden Wing Little Peng King roared.
"Thud!"
The golden scepter descended like heaven, collapsing heaven and earth. Ye Fan couldn't block it at all, flying backward again, spitting blood heavily.
Today, the All Secret's triggering was terrible—it hadn't activated even once!
Ye Fan couldn't afford to be distracted now. Golden Wing Little Peng King's speed wasn't slower than his, only a hair's breadth behind. He was like light and lightning, arriving before him, continuously slashing.
At this moment, this young king of the Heavenly Peng clan, evolving the fourth form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art, truly seemed like a heavenly demon descending, completely different from before.
At this critical juncture, unable to trigger the All Secret, Ye Fan became strangely calm. He couldn't rely on luck to fight for life and death; everything depended on himself.
He began to seriously evolve the Battle Saint Art, pushing this secret to its limit, achieving a sublimation of his own understanding of the dao!
"Death throes, stubborn resistance. You have no chance at all!" Golden Wing Little Peng King was cold and sinister, his teeth white and terrifying.
"Bang!"
The golden scepter swept in, and Ye Fan was sent flying again, his whole body covered in golden blood, his bones nearly broken. If not for the Sacred Body, he would have died many times over.
"My dao... my life and death..."
Ye Fan's left hand was pitch black like ink, representing true yin; his right hand was crystalline like mutton-fat jade, representing true yang. They flickered continuously, emitting a terrifying fluctuation.
Golden Wing Little Peng King's gaze turned cold. He attacked quickly, not giving him a chance to execute it. The third form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art had been broken by this true yin and true yang, making him somewhat wary.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan was sent flying again, his body covered in blood, many terrifying wounds appearing, nearly piercing through his flesh.
"Too terrifying! The Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art is truly world-shaking. Even the Sacred Body can't hold on!"
"After this battle, who among the same generation in the world can contend with Little Peng King?"
"What a pity. The doomsday Sacred Body won't have a glorious end. It will ultimately fade away in obscurity..."
People murmured, all feeling a chill in their hearts.
"Dao, dao, dao!" Ye Fan shouted, still forming seals with his hands, one representing true yin, one representing true yang, and roared, "The extraordinary dao!"
As the golden scepter swung down, facing a life-and-death crisis, a flash of inspiration struck his mind, and he grasped a trace of the dao's trajectory.
The Taiji divine diagram appeared behind him. His hands represented true yin and true yang, and his body suddenly curved like a dragon, transforming into that yin-yang dividing line!
The figure of a true dragon, like a curve, was a trajectory of the dao!
"Whoosh!"
In that moment, Ye Fan broke through the limits of speed, his body transforming into that dragon-shaped curve—the dao's trace!
Nothing could stop him. He swept away everything, cutting down all obstacles in his path.
"Crack!"
Golden Wing Little Peng King's scepter swung forward, but was instantly severed by Ye Fan's body, transformed into the dragon-shaped dao trace!
"What? How is this possible? How did he do it?!" Everyone was utterly shocked.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan's body became the most terrifying weapon in the mortal world, destroying everything, unstoppable!
"Shing!"
Golden Wing Little Peng King was nearly cut in half. Ye Fan, transformed into the dragon-shaped dao trace, brushed past him, severing more than half of his waist and abdomen!
"Ah..."
Golden Wing Little Peng King screamed, his intestines spilling out, blood gushing.
"Shing!"
Ye Fan, transformed into the dragon-shaped curve, charged back again. This was the dividing line of the yin-yang Taiji diagram, the tangible trace of the great dao!
"Pfft!"
Golden Wing Little Peng King's throat sprayed blood, his head nearly severed. The fourth form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art was completely broken. He staggered, about to fall, losing his combat power.
This time, Ye Fan's gain was too great. Amidst life and death, he had comprehended such a dao, perfectly evolving it with the Battle Saint Art.
"Little Peng King, I'll see you off!"
Ye Fan closed in, grabbing his legs, and then pulled with force!
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered. Ye Fan had torn Golden Wing Little Peng King in half!
Everyone was stunned. The two had fought for nearly five thousand exchanges. In the end, the Sacred Body, on the verge of death, emerged victorious, tearing Golden Wing Little Peng King apart.