Chapter 251: Tianpeng's Extreme Speed

The Golden-Winged Peng King stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his golden hair billowing. His gaze was piercing, exuding an air of unrivaled dominance and radiating a powerful oppressive aura.

"Brother Peng, what is the meaning of this?" the Green-Clad Young Flood Dragon King said, blocking his path.

The Golden-Winged Peng King's killing intent was sharp as a knife, and his words were icy cold. "I have already given him a choice," he declared. "Leave the Profound Yellow Source Root, and he can depart alive. Otherwise, I will take it myself, and he will die a mangled death."

"Golden-Winged Peng King, you are going too far!" Tu Fei scolded, also stepping forward to block him.

"And what if I am going too far?" The Golden-Winged Peng King's pupils were as sharp as blades, and his gaze seemed to pierce into one's very bones, his menacing intent enveloping Tu Fei.

This was a ruthless and merciless individual, acknowledging no kin, who respected only his own will. Once he made a decision, no one could stop him.

The Green-Clad Young Flood Dragon King's face darkened. Regardless, this was his palace, and with the other party intending to kill someone here, he, as the host, could not stand idly by.

Within the grand palace hall, an intangible killing intent permeated the air. The atmosphere was tense, and the Golden-Winged Peng King was like a divine blade unsheathed, causing even the palace maids standing afar to tremble in fear.

Confronted by such an intensely malevolent and dangerous figure, Ye Fan was equally straightforward. Without uttering a word, he summoned the cauldron forged from the Mother Qi of All Things and suspended it above his head.

At this moment, strength reigned supreme; all notions of right and wrong were irrelevant. It was time to let actions speak.

Profound Yellow Qi cascaded down in threads, completely enveloping Ye Fan. The Mother Qi of All Things circulated, as if returning to the very beginning of creation.

With the appearance of this cauldron, divine light shot forth from the eyes of the other demon cultivators seated nearby, who stared intently.

"This suits me perfectly," the Golden-Winged Peng King declared. He extended his large hand, transforming it into a colossal golden Peng claw that filled half the great hall and lunged towards the cauldron forged from Profound Yellow Qi, a terrifying sight to behold.

This was extreme arrogance; confronting a weapon crafted from a celestial treasure, he showed no fear, intending to pluck it directly from above Ye Fan's head.

"Bang!" The Green-Clad Young Flood Dragon King acted, stretching out a large hand to block the space above the Profound Yellow cauldron, clashing with the colossal Peng claw.

This was a clash of titans among the demon race's younger generation. While not a battle to the death, such a casual strike was still terrifying, capable of reducing the entire palace to ashes.

However, neither of them wished to destroy the hall, so they both retracted their power in time. Their hands acted like black holes, suppressing the force of the impact, and with a flick of their wrists, they withdrew their divine power.

"Brother Green-Clad, my mind is set; you cannot stop me," the Golden-Winged Peng King declared, the killing intent in his eyes undiminished. Behind him, a divine Peng, like a deity, manifested, emanating terrifying demonic power.

"Buzz!" The entire palace hall quaked. The Golden-Winged Peng King swept his gaze over those present with disdain, then attacked again, reaching for the cauldron forged from Profound Yellow Qi, his divine might immeasurable.

The Green-Clad Young Flood Dragon King blocked him, and Tu Fei also made his move, stepping forward to assist.

This was Ye Fan's first time encountering such an unfeeling individual. With nothing to say, he vibrated the cauldron forged from the Mother Qi of All Things to meet the incoming large hand.

The Golden-Winged Peng King indeed possessed astonishing strength; otherwise, how would he dare to snatch the cauldron barehanded? His massive hand was like a towering mountain, as if it could crush the sky.

"Clang!" The hand he extended was even more fearsome than the Void Hand Imprint used by the Ji Family disciples, making the cauldron forged from the Mother Qi of All Things clang loudly and almost sending it flying.

Ye Fan was inwardly shaken. This individual was indeed a peerless figure of the younger generation, unbeatable in the central region of the great wilderness. Had it not been for the Green-Clad Young Flood Dragon King's intervention, he might truly have had the cauldron snatched from him.

"Bang!" The Green-Clad Young Flood Dragon King and Tu Fei simultaneously struck at the Golden-Winged Peng King's arm, forcing him to retract his power to confront the two of them.

One had to admit, the Golden-Winged Peng King was truly formidable. Wherever his hand passed, the space seemed to darken, as if it was being forcibly compressed and collapsing.

The Green-Clad Young Flood Dragon King was no ordinary figure; he was a peak young expert, capable of standing alongside the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens of the great Holy Lands, inheriting from the mighty demon expert, the Green Flood Dragon King.

Tu Fei was also exceptional. He had once battled Yao Xi, the Holy Maiden of Shaking Light; while he couldn't defeat her, he was fully capable of defending himself.

Yet, at this moment, even with both the Green-Clad Young Flood Dragon King and Tu Fei attacking together, they still could not stop their opponent.

The Golden-Winged Peng King was like an unstoppable deity, standing tall. His colossal hand, heavy as a mountain, pressed down on them until their faces turned pale, and instantly blasted them away.

"If I want to kill you, no one can save you," the Golden-Winged Peng King declared, pressing forward step by step, looking down at Ye Fan.

His eyes gleamed with killing intent, a mighty golden wind stirred, and his massive hand stretched out, aiming directly for the cauldron above Ye Fan's head, trying to snatch it away.

To attempt to seize the cauldron so directly was not merely arrogance but also a display of absolute power. Few would dare to act in such a manner.

Ye Fan unleashed the Battle Saint Method, wielding the Profound Yellow cauldron, and struck at the golden hand, hoping to shatter it into dust.

"Clang!" The massive cauldron rumbled, its sonic waves like a tsunami. The Golden-Winged Peng King, with his heaven-shaking strength, grabbed the cauldron with his large hand.

No one could say how truly heavy the Profound Yellow cauldron was, yet the Golden-Winged Peng King, radiating divine power, gripped the massive cauldron and was actually about to successfully pluck it away.

The cauldron forged from the Mother Qi of All Things trembled, its vibrations almost reducing the entire palace to ashes. The Green-Clad Young Flood Dragon King intervened, dispelling the formidable repercussions to save the palace from destruction.

One can imagine the immense power of this cauldron, yet despite this, it was still seized by the Golden-Winged Peng King and was on the verge of being snatched away.

Ye Fan felt a chill in his heart. This cauldron could break through anything, crushing all opposition when facing enemies, but at this very moment, it was gripped by the Golden-Winged Peng King and on the verge of slipping from his control. This was truly horrifying.

The Green-Clad Young Flood Dragon King and Tu Fei struck once more, but the Golden-Winged Peng King was simply too strong. Clutching the cauldron with his right hand, he pressed down with his left with immeasurable divine might, sending both of them flying instantly.

The Golden-Winged Peng King could undoubtedly rival the Shaking Light Holy Son, proving himself another figure capable of contending with a Divine King Body. The cauldron, with its Mother Qi of All Things descending in wisps, was capable of crushing mountains, its power immeasurable; yet it was slowly being lifted by the Golden-Winged Peng King.

"Kill!" Just then, Ye Fan finally acted, deploying his ultimate move.

He had been biding his time, and now that they were close enough, a golden sword, about an inch long, conceived within the golden lake in his glabella, shot out with a dazzling ray of light.

His divine consciousness materialized, aiming directly for the Golden-Winged Peng King's Sea of Consciousness, hoping for a single fatal strike. Even if he was the descendant of a great power, he would still be slain.

"Clang!" The cauldron forged from the Mother Qi of All Things chimed softly, settling back above Ye Fan's head, with streams of Profound Yellow Qi cascading down, protecting him.

The Golden-Winged Peng King moved like a shifting deity; he released the massive cauldron and silently retreated at blinding speed, so fast that one's gaze simply couldn't keep up with him.

The Heavenly Peng's extreme speed was unrivaled under heaven.

The small sword of divine consciousness that Ye Fan materialized was undeniably fast, like a flash of lightning; common individuals couldn't react in time.

Yet, the Golden-Winged Peng King barely managed to dodge it, showcasing a speed that shocked everyone.

"The Heavenly Peng Movement Technique, the fastest in the world!" someone exclaimed.

Ye Fan's attack was not entirely without effect. A wisp of golden hair drifted down, like a fallen ray of sunlight.

The golden sword of divine consciousness did not pierce through the Golden-Winged Peng King's frontal bone, but it severed a strand of hair from his forehead.

At close quarters, powerful divine consciousness attacks were unfailingly effective. Ye Fan had repeatedly escaped danger with it, killed Ji Ren, and overwhelmed the Shaking Light Holy Maiden, never failing.

Yet, the Golden-Winged Peng King exhibited a terrifying speed and actually managed to evade it. This was hard to believe.

But this was the fact: the Golden-Winged Peng King's combat prowess was astonishing, almost invincible in the younger generation, and his speed was also terrifying.

"The Heavenly Peng Movement Technique truly reigns supreme!" someone sighed in admiration.

The Golden-Winged Peng King's golden hair billowed, his eyes like knives, as he glared at Ye Fan. It was precisely his astonishing speed that allowed him to evade; anyone else would surely have been struck by the golden sword.

Nearby, the other demon cultivators were also astonished; they hadn't expected Ye Fan to possess such formidable divine consciousness.

The Golden-Winged Peng King advanced step by step, fully aware of the opponent's powerful divine consciousness, yet completely fearless. This was an extremely dangerous figure, his eyes filled with maniacal killing intent, chilling one's soul and striking fear into their hearts.

"Brother Peng, do you truly disregard me, your host?" The Green-Clad Young Flood Dragon King's face turned livid, looking extremely grim.

"He's merely a Human Race's Desolate Ancient Sacred Body. So what if he's killed? Brother Green-Clad, why concern yourself?" The Golden-Winged Peng King's killing intent slightly subsided.

"He is my guest. If you kill him here, and word of it spreads, how will others view me?"

"Very well, Brother Green-Clad, I will give you face and not act within your residence." The Golden-Winged Peng King abruptly turned and strode out of the palace, declaring, "The Profound Yellow Source Root is mine!"

As he departed, several other demon cultivators in the hall followed him out. These were all his retainers.

Tu Fei fumed, "This is outrageous! Brother Green-Clad, this friend of yours is truly unreasonable, arrogant, and utterly self-centered. What the hell is he?"

The Green-Clad Young Flood Dragon King's expression flickered slightly, and he said, "Enough, say no more."

Tu Fei turned to face Ye Fan and said, "Now you're truly in deep trouble. That self-important madman certainly won't let you off."

"Remain in my residence; do not leave for now," the Green-Clad Young Flood Dragon King said, furrowing his brow.

Tu Fei said, "Little Ye Zi, I must say, you're quite something! Your divine consciousness is actually so powerful. Severing a strand of the Golden-Winged Peng King's golden hair—if word gets out, it will definitely cause a sensation. Among his peers, no one has ever been able to harm him in the slightest."

The young demon cultivators in the hall all looked over, deeply shocked by Ye Fan's terrifying divine consciousness attack.

"You severed a strand of his golden hair and wounded his pride," Tu Fei said, furrowing his brow. "I fear even if the Peacock King were invited, it would only temporarily hold him back. He will surely come for your life later."

"What a shame, his speed is too great; my divine consciousness attack was actually ineffective," Ye Fan said with regret, and asked, "Is he truly a Peng?"

"There are no true dragons in this world, nor are there any Kun Pengs," the Green-Clad Young Flood Dragon King answered. "However, the blood of divine Pengs does indeed flow within their clan."

Ye Fan understood immediately. The Golden-Winged Peng King's clan was similar to the Flood Dragon clan: while they were not true divine Pengs and true dragons, both were royal clans of the demon race.

"The Heavenly Peng Movement Technique is unrivaled in the world," a demon cultivator said. "In the future, you will probably face great trouble; you won't be able to escape even if you try to flee."

"In ancient times, only the Human Race's Mad Old Man could keep up with the kings of the Peng clan; no other extreme speed could rival theirs," another demon said.

"You human brat, I will have your Profound Yellow Source Root!" The Golden-Winged Peng King's voice drifted faintly from outside the palace, adding, "Enjoy your last few days of life."

The Green-Clad Young Flood Dragon King frowned at these words and said to a maidservant, "Go and invite Miss Yan Ruyu here."