Chapter 474: Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens
A life-and-death showdown, the pinnacle battle of the younger generation—Ye Fan had cleaved Golden Wing Little Peng King in two!
Blood splattered everywhere. His body was drenched in Peng blood as he stood in the void, even his hair strands stained with gore. He resembled a blood-soaked Asura, inspiring fear in all who beheld him.
Golden Wing Little Peng King's body was torn in half, his internal organs spilling out in a gruesome display. He was utterly ruined.
Everyone's expression changed. The once-invincible Golden Wing Little Peng King had met such an end—so brutal!
He had been the pinnacle of the younger generation.
"Do you understand now?" Old Peng King's finger shimmered with golden light. With just a thrust forward, it would shatter his head into pieces.
"I understand." Golden Wing Little Peng King spoke calmly, disregarding the peril of life and death.
"At least you haven't completely disappointed me." Old Peng King lifted his head, his golden Dao robe fluttering as he strode away with large steps.
Ye Fan's heart trembled. This Old Peng King was truly extraordinary—no wonder he could dominate the world.
"Brother Peng, please stay. I have a sacred healing medicine here." The Wind Clan Sacred Lord spoke. At his birthday celebration, such an incident had occurred; he could not ignore it.
"No need." Old Peng King did not turn back. With each step, he faded, about to vanish from sight.
"If you cannot pass the nine trials set by my clan's ancient sage, then never emerge into the world again." These were his final words.
"Is Old Peng King trying to kill his own grandson? The nine trials set by an ancient sage—fewer than ten people have passed them in over a hundred thousand years!"
"Little Peng King is already crippled. What does he mean by this? Is he asking him to cultivate anew?"
Among the cultivators present, whether elders or the younger generation, all were astonished and bewildered.
"The Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art is truly terrifying. It only revealed four forms, yet it was already this powerful. I wonder what terrifying divine might the remaining five forms hold..."
Everyone's heart trembled. The image of an ancient sage falling, blood staining the earth, still seemed to flash before their eyes. No one could remain calm.
People couldn't help but look at Ye Fan. He had broken the first four forms of the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art. Though he had been on the brink of death, he had ultimately succeeded. No one knew how he had done it. As they tried to recall, they found that sacred technique unfathomable.
All were filled with awe, secretly shocked by Ye Fan's methods. If he could survive, his future would be limitless. He could now look down upon the entire younger generation.
Though he was on the verge of death, his prestige had only grown. With Yao Guang not appearing and the Divine King Physique not manifesting, who could contend with him? This was the truest portrayal of his current state!
The Wind Clan Sacred Lord nodded at him, raised his hand, and tossed a bottle of sacred healing medicine before turning to leave. The other Saint Lord-rank figures also vanished together.
A cold mountain wind blew, rustling the myriad trees and scattering fallen leaves. After the great battle, the endless mountain range was scarred and desolate, carrying the somberness of autumn.
Among the younger generation, whether the Holy Sons or Holy Maidens, all felt a chill in their hearts. The Sacred Body's combat power made everyone deeply wary.
"Pop!"
Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and a bone-piercing killing intent erupted!
A faint, shadowy figure appeared abruptly beside Ye Fan. An iron sword swept through the air, aimed at his chest—too fast and too sudden.
Everyone's pupils contracted sharply. Many asked themselves: if it were them, they would never have dodged it; they would have died without a doubt.
"Clang!"
In the narrowest of margins, Ye Fan's golden fist smashed against the sword's edge, but his chest was still pierced with a terrible wound, golden blood flowing.
"Zheng!"
A single sword's light illuminated the earth. Another figure flew in, white robes fluttering like a flying immortal from beyond the heavens!
It was too fast, leaving no time to react. A woman in white merged with her sword, charging forward with the blade aimed directly at Ye Fan's head.
There was no escape. Everything was so sudden and swift—appearing out of thin air!