# Chapter 538: Demon King's Might Overwhelming the Heavens
"Peacock King, what do you mean by this? Causing a ruckus at the Jade Pool Flat Peach Banquet—do you really think we're afraid of you? If you want a fight, I'll oblige!"
Among the Holy Lands, there was no shortage of hot-tempered individuals. A Great Power from Wanchu stood up on the spot. Their Saint Lord had fallen within the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, and the strong members of that sect were holding in a belly full of anger.
"What are you waiting for then? See you on the Jade Pool Life-and-Death Battle Platform!" Although Peacock King looked very much like a handsome youth, he had always been domineering; otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of killing the Saint Lord of Yaoguang.
"Fine, see you on the life-and-death battle platform—we'll settle this once and for all!" The Great Power from Wanchu's side was the junior disciple brother of their deceased Saint Lord, a character as stubborn as a single-headed garlic clove.
"Boom!"
The Heavenly Palace boiled over. Everyone stood up. A peerless Demon King was about to battle a Saint Lord-rank figure—this was definitely a focal point battle.
This grand gathering, held only once every five hundred years, had immense influence. Almost every time, such a decisive battle occurred; it was no secret.
"A Saint Lord-rank figure is about to go to war—truly worth the trip!" some powerful rogue cultivators murmured.
"The Demon King has emerged, and top-tier Great Powers are contending for supremacy. This time, blood will likely stain the sky, and the fierce battle will boil to a frenzy." Before the great hall, many Holy Sons and Holy Maidens changed color. The strongest heirs of the various sects were also stirred with excitement.
"I wonder which major figures will make a move. Could it be a battle that splits heaven and earth?" The younger generation was far from calm, as this concerned their own sects.
"Red Dragon Old Daoist, Crow Daoist—these two are ancient demonic old monsters who can rampage across the Eastern Wasteland. Who can contend with them?"
"You underestimate the Holy Lands too much. There are definitely one or two living fossils who can fight Red Dragon Old Daoist to a standstill. They'll surely jump out."
Inside and outside the Heavenly Palace, whether elders or the younger generation, everyone was discussing, their hearts unsettled. Many were extremely excited.
Those Holy Sons and Holy Maidens cast glances toward the distant...
At the same time, everyone walked outside. Battle intent surged like an ocean. Figures flickered in abundance. The various regional overlords stood outside the Heavenly Gate like gods and demons, their blood energy bursting forth like savage dragons.
This was a strange sight. From each person's crown, a beam of blood light as thick as a mountain peak shot up, piercing the sky like a great dragon, the scene awe-inspiring.
The younger generation was all terrified. This was the gap—an unbridgeable chasm like a heavenly moat. Such vigorous lifeblood was like a raging sea, capable of devouring millions of living beings.
"Rumble, rumble, rumble..."
Lead-colored clouds were like mountains, thick and heavy, pressing down so hard it was hard to breathe.
The gray, dense clouds almost pressed down to the ground. An ancient aura emanated, accompanied by a fierce killing intent.
The Jade Pool Life-and-Death Battle Platform was a vast training ground, built from cliff stones. Each stone might have a story to tell.
On it were knife marks, arrow holes, and mottled bloodstains. Countless peerless experts had once stood here, battling to split the heavens, deciding life and death.
The vast training ground stretched endlessly. Many stones were carved with the names of the strong. Cracks could be seen everywhere. It very much resembled an ancient battlefield.
Although no corpses lay scattered, the aura of fallen experts was indelible, capable of penetrating into one's bones.
Whoever came here could not help but feel something, as if they had experienced thousands of battles in an instant, sensing the presence of long-dead peerless masters.
"One of the most famous training grounds in the Eastern Wasteland—truly living up to its reputation. I wonder which experts will stain the sand with blood today."
"At the Jade Pool gathering a thousand years ago, I still clearly remember. Zi Mansion's Lin Tianchong, the old Saint Lord, had a spirit that swallowed mountains and rivers. In the ultimate battle, he consecutively killed Great Powers, but in the end, his lifespan dried up, and he sat in meditation here, passing away."
"This old man also remembers. Fifteen hundred years ago, the peerless Demon King Red Firmament wore white robes whiter than snow, stunning the world with his brilliance, fighting the masses alone. With one step, he could have extended his life for another generation. But in the end, his body cracked, his efforts fell short, and blood stained the ancient battlefield."
Many elders recalled everything from the past. Many great battles had occurred here, as if they were just yesterday, those people and events not yet distant.
The Jade Pool training ground was truly a special place. During the Flat Peach Banquet held every five hundred years, earth-shattering duels always took place.
Countless brilliant and stunning major figures had fallen here, leaving behind eternal legends one after another, causing those who experienced them to sigh.
Peacock King let out a long cry, transformed into five-colored divine radiance, and landed on the life-and-death battle platform. With his hands behind his back, he swept his gaze over the assembled heroes and said, "Whoever is unconvinced, just come up!"
These seven words were quite arrogant, looking down on all the regional overlords, as if he wanted to test his sword against the world!
"Don't be so arrogant! Others may fear you, but I, Ouye Tian, do not!" The junior disciple brother of Wanchu's deceased Saint Lord had been waiting for a long time. He transformed into a beam of green light and charged over.
"Boom!" He attacked as soon as he arrived, without any nonsense. Between his five fingers, ten thousand strands of chaotic energy shot out, evolving into a sea of swords.
"Clang," "Clang," "Clang"...
The clanging of swords shook the heavens. Ten thousand chaotic swords were peerlessly sharp. Each sword strike carved out the imprint of the Dao, as if the Heavenly Dao itself was slashing down!
"I had heard that Ouye Tian had refined a strand of chaotic energy. It's true indeed. No wonder he's so confident."
The crowd was astonished. After that strand of chaotic energy was refined, its power was unimaginably great. One sword, one imprint, shattering the void.
A total of ten thousand strands of Dao imprints descended, each capable of destroying an ancient divine mountain, shaking people to their very bones. Outside the training ground, many people's souls trembled along with it.
"Terrifying, truly terrifying! He's been in seclusion for five hundred years without emerging, and he's reached such a realm—a top-tier expert!"
People were shaken, and many cried out in alarm.
Ten thousand chaotic sword beams evolved into ten thousand strands of Dao imprints, actually connecting together, forming the true pressure of the Heavenly Dao!
"Boom!"
They came down overwhelmingly, crushing all living beings with form, making everyone shudder!
Ouye Tian struck with a killing blow from the start, not wanting to fight for hundreds or thousands of rounds. He unleashed his strongest offensive sacred art, wanting to destroy the generation's Demon King.
Peacock King let out a long cry, shaking mountains and rivers. If not for the protection of the training ground, many outside would have shattered, unable to withstand this kind of sound wave.
"Boom!"
Countless stars appeared in the sky, each one brighter than the sun, making this ancient battlefield nearly burn, filled with terrifying waves like an ocean.
"Stars Shining Over the Azure Sky!"
"One of the most terrifying divine phenomena from ancient times!"
Many cried out in alarm. This was one of Peacock King's heaven-defying methods. He also offered it up from the start, wanting to decide life or death in one move, leaving no retreat.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
Each star was as huge as a mountain, filling the vast, boundless training ground, colliding with the ten thousand chaotic sword beams.
"Boom!"
The high heavens seemed to be crushed. That place became a zone of destruction where nothing remained. The crowd could not see clearly.
"Bang!"
The countless great stars were extinguished, leaving only chaotic energy swirling. The crowd was shocked—had Peacock King been slain?
"Whoosh"
Ouye Tian rushed out, covered in blood, his body covered in many cracks. He had suffered unimaginably severe injuries. Like wind and lightning, he wanted to flee the ancient battlefield.
In the void, Peacock King stood alone. He let out a great roar, and the massive training ground nearly overturned, the lead-colored clouds shattering.
"Ah..." Ouye Tian screamed. His body split apart in the void—his head, limbs, all separated.
"Pfft!"
He exploded in the void. He had been barely holding on, and now that great roar completely shattered him, body and spirit annihilated.
The crowd stood dumbfounded. A generation's Great Power had been shaken to death alive by Peacock King. In the center of the field, he stood alone, his black hair dancing wildly, his demonic might overwhelming the heavens!
"I, Peacock King, have decided to protect Ye Fan. Whoever is unconvinced, just come up!" Peacock King's voice shook the sky, his hands behind his back.
Questioning all the heroes—what kind of spirit was this? There were few in the world who dared to do such a thing!
Outside the field, chaos erupted. Wanchu Holy Land had lost a top-tier figure. This was a major event, and it truly intimidated many.
"Peacock King is too powerful. It's said he has even more formidable trump cards, many heaven-defying methods." The crowd discussed in shock.
"Li Daoqing, do you dare to fight me?!" Peacock King shouted, challenging the Saint Lord of Yaoguang.
The crowd was alarmed. Challenging someone in such a setting—this was clearly trying to slaughter a Saint Lord. Everyone drew in cold breaths.
If the two fought, it would absolutely be earth-shattering. Eight hundred years ago, they had fought for three days and three nights without deciding a victor. The whole world knew, shaking the Eastern Wasteland.
"Why wouldn't I dare?!" Under these circumstances, the Saint Lord of Yaoguang accepted the challenge directly. This concerned the dignity of a major Holy Land.
"Saint Lord, let me capture this little demon." An aged voice rang out, stopping the Saint Lord of Yaoguang, Li Daoqing.
"Senior Brother..." the Saint Lord of Yaoguang, Li Daoqing, addressed him.
"No need to say more. I'll deal with him." This person was ancient and decrepit, his skin completely loose, his flesh nearly withered, his hair sparse. Leaning on a staff, he slowly walked out of the crowd.
"The Holy Lands really do have living fossils in the world. This is the Saint Lord of Yaoguang's senior brother, Wang Zheng. Over three thousand years old—he's still alive!"
"Fifteen hundred years ago, he was at his peak. Here, he shone with boundless radiance, defeating all powerful enemies. Then he went into seclusion, and now he's come out again. Unfortunately, he's already in his twilight years."
"Clearly, he's at the end of his rope. He doesn't have long to live. Now, he wants to burn what's left."
As soon as this old man appeared, it caused an uproar. Everyone was greatly surprised, discussing among themselves.
"Whoosh"
Like a ghost, he moved with extreme speed, appearing silently in the middle of the vast training ground. His cloudy eyes shot out two beams of essence, fixing on Peacock King.