Chapter 253: Closing the Gate and Unleashing the Dogs

Yan Ruyu, clad in white, stood on the mountain peak, as elegant and beautiful as the Moon Goddess Chang'e, looking as if she could ascend to the moon at any moment.

At this moment, her right palm glowed with a crystalline light, from which the power of the Extreme Dao emanated, filling everyone present with fear.

This was an overwhelming pressure, as if the ancient Heavenly Court had descended. There was no way to resist it; it filled everyone with despair.

It was like tiny ants trying to shake a great mountain, a futile endeavor. Every person present trembled, feeling an irresistible urge to prostrate themselves.

*Crack!*

Several demon cultivators couldn't endure it. They cracked the ground beneath their feet and, with a thud, knelt down, trembling all over. This was a fear that originated from their very souls.

At the same time, Qingyi, Tu Fei, and the Golden-Winged Little Peng King were all gritting their teeth, resisting the impulse to bow down in reverence.

This was the power of the Extreme Dao, a Saint Weapon forged by a Great Demon Emperor. The sheer oppressive force was unbearable, making them instinctively want to prostrate themselves!

It was an indescribable feeling. Their very souls felt as if suppressed by the Nine Netherworld Death Mountain. Life and death hung in the balance, all under the shroud of the Extreme Dao Saint Weapon.

The might of a Great Emperor is unfathomable!

"A battle among peers. Do you dare to fight the Desolate Ancient Saint Body?" Yan Ruyu asked.

"Who am I? I am the Heavenly Peng, peerless among my generation! How could I follow others' arrangements? If I want to kill, I kill; if I want to fight, I fight! Even if you are a descendant of a Great Emperor, you cannot control me!"

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King let out a long cry. Behind him, a golden divine bird—a Peng—appeared. Like a deity, it spread its sacred wings, breaking through the suppression of the Extreme Dao's power. He transformed into a golden glow and soared into the sky.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King stood high in the sky, his golden hair dancing wildly. His eyes were sharp as knives, and his tall physique seemed cast from gold. Like a demon king, he looked down disdainfully on all sides.

The other demon cultivators were all very shocked. They hadn't expected the Golden-Winged Little Peng King to break through the suppression of the Extreme Dao's power and stand independently in the high heavens. Such terrifying and transcendent power sent shivers down their spines.

On the other side, Ye Fan stood as straight as a green pine. His unique physique prevented him from feeling the urge to kowtow, but he was still affected; his body felt as if it didn't belong to him, making it hard to move even an inch.

He was not subdued, but his cultivation level was too low to break free like the Golden-Winged Little Peng King; he could only remain standing in place.

"The Extreme Dao Weapon truly lives up to its reputation. A Great Emperor's Saint Weapon is so formidable! If it were unleashed, who in the world could withstand it?!" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's gaze was like a sword.

A flash of light appeared in Yan Ruyu's palm as she put away the Saint Weapon. The pressure receded like a tide, quickly disappearing.

"A complete Extreme Dao Weapon is actually this terrifying..." Tu Fei was astonished. His grandfather possessed a half-Saint Weapon, but it absolutely couldn't compare to this complete Emperor Weapon.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King stood in the sky, his brilliant golden hair wildly fluttering, half-obscuring his sharply defined face. His expression became even more resolute. He declared, "The Myriad Things Mother Qi Source is mine for the taking. I must bring forth my own Saint Weapon!"

"You're afraid to fight the Desolate Ancient Saint Body, aren't you?" Tu Fei challenged.

"Killing him would be as easy as cutting grass. But why should I follow your arrangements?!" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King remained unmoved, hands clasped behind his back, displaying extreme arrogance.

"Don't hide it. It's because you're scared. You don't dare to fight. Everyone knows the Desolate Ancient Saint Body is hard to contend with. You bird-man are just scared," Big Mouth Tu said.

"I, the Heavenly Peng, act as I please; I don't need your words. I'll take his life right now and claim the Profound Yellow Source Root." The Golden-Winged Little Peng King spoke coldly, then swooped down, striking at Ye Fan.

*Zheng zheng zheng...*

Yan Ruyu gently flicked her delicate hand, sending petals flying everywhere, each one like a blade. They blocked the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's path and slashed towards his body.

*Buzz!*

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King swung his golden fist, shaking the void. All the petals shattered and dissipated into the sky; his demonic power was unparalleled.

"With me here, can you kill him?" Yan Ruyu stood still on the mountain peak.

"Princess, you have an Extreme Dao Weapon, so I naturally cannot do anything to you. But if I want to kill someone, you might not be able to stop me..." The Golden-Winged Little Peng King said with extreme arrogance.

Ye Fan stood on the mountaintop. He glanced at the Golden-Winged Little Peng King and sneered, "Do you think you're a peerless master? If that's truly the case, go kill the Sacred Lord of Shaking Light. Let us see your demonic might."

"I will do so in the future!" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King glared at him, his murderous intent boundless.

"I can say the same thing. In the future, I can destroy two of you with one hand!" Ye Fan scoffed.

"You seem very unconvinced now?" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's eyes were icy.

"What I'm saying is the truth. If we were at the same cultivation level, I could crush you with one hand..." Ye Fan continued to mock him. He said, "If you're talking about now, then I can also say that in the eyes of the Sacred Lord of Shaking Light, you're not even as good as an ant. You don't yet have the qualifications to lord over the world..."

"You Desolate Ancient Wasted Physique, how dare you speak so brazenly to me!" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's expression was cold.

"I've only cultivated for a little over four years. I'm indeed several realms below you, so I'm not your opponent. You've cultivated for so many years, you certainly can pretend to be a master in front of me. But please don't claim to be invincible; it's really nothing impressive."

Everyone was surprised. Ye Fan had only cultivated for four years, yet to achieve his current level was indeed astonishing. If someone with this physique had been born in the Desolate Ancient era, their future would have been limitless.

"Aren't you saying all this because you want to fight me at the same cultivation level?" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King sneered, "Actually, I've always been tempted. Killing a Desolate Ancient Saint Body at the same level would be very satisfying. I just don't want to be arranged by others."

"For me, there would be no sense of accomplishment," Ye Fan said, shaking his head. "I can foresee the outcome. I could suppress you with a flip of my hand."

These words infuriated others. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King sneered repeatedly. He said, "I'm truly tempted!"

"Little Peng King, why bother with a Wasted Physique? There's no need for this..." One of the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's followers spoke up, "If he's not convinced, I will take his life with my Dao Palace Secret Realm's second-tier strength."

"Someone like you won't do. I can kill ten of you!" Ye Fan shook his head. He only said this to provoke the Golden-Winged Little Peng King into action.

This demon cultivator was also a strong figure among the younger generation, quite arrogant. His eyes shot out a cold gleam. He then turned to Yan Ruyu and said, "Princess, please use the Extreme Dao Weapon to suppress my cultivation. I wish to fight him."

Yan Ruyu did not refuse; she acted directly. Her palm glowed brightly, and the power of the Extreme Dao flashed and then disappeared, suppressing his cultivation.

"To deal with you, I don't need to lift a finger. Closing the door and unleashing the dog is enough. Black Emperor, bite him!"

"Damn it!" The big black dog was furious. It let out low growls repeatedly and turned its head to bite Ye Fan.

Everyone was speechless.

"Dead dog, if you don't take him down for me, you can forget about the ancient scriptures and the Black Tortoise for this lifetime," Ye Fan secretly threatened it with a telepathic message.

"Human trash, what are you doing..." That demon cultivator sneered repeatedly.

With a flash of light, Ye Fan instantly rushed forward. He unleashed the Void Hand Seal; a giant black hand covered the sky, as dark clouds rolled in with thunder, striking downwards.

This demon cultivator struck his hands towards the giant black hand, but amidst a muffled thud, he was sent flying sideways by the black hand, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone was greatly surprised. This person was at the fifth tier of the Dao Palace realm. Although his cultivation was suppressed to the second tier, his experience and combat awareness were still present. To be severely wounded in a single exchange made everyone gasp in cold air, marveling that the Desolate Ancient Saint Body was indeed invincible among peers.

*Buzz!*

Ye Fan instantly rushed over. The giant black hand, like an ancient towering tree falling, overshadowed the sky and covered the earth, making the void tremble.

*Splat!*

This time, after the Void Hand Seal swept across, it directly sent the person flying, knocking him down onto the mountain peak where he lay prostrate, continuously spitting blood.

"Someone like you brazenly spoke of a 'wasted physique,' but now that you've been defeated by me, aren't you even more wasted?" Ye Fan sneered, landing on the ground.

This demon expert let out a low roar, swallowing several pills. His bones crackled, and demonic power surged, making the mountain peak tremble, as he charged again. He declared, "I can certainly kill you!"

"Black Emperor, go! Bite him..." Ye Fan said this aloud, but secretly kept threatening it with telepathic messages. This dead dog had too much temper, making it hard to subdue.

"Damn it, kid, just you wait!" The big black dog was extremely indignant, its bald tail almost standing straight up to the sky, as it pounced towards the demon expert.

"I say, Little Ye Zi, you're really letting a dog bite people. Is this dead dog reliable...?" Tu Fei asked.

The surrounding people were even more dumbfounded. Using an un-transformed black dog to fight a demon expert—wasn't that courting death?

*Bang!*

That demon cultivator slapped the black dog, originally thinking it would be enough to smash it into paste. But unexpectedly, it nearly shattered his own arm.

*Boom!*

He punched towards the big black dog's head, but the Black Emperor was not one to be beaten. It was as swift as a black lightning bolt. It opened its massive maw and directly swallowed the large fist.

*Crunch!*

The sound of bones shattering was heard.

"Agh..." This demon cultivator let out a miserable scream. Intense pain surged through him, and he nearly fainted.

A chill ran through him. He felt a chilling sensation on his wrist, and upon closer inspection, his wrist was bare and bloody; his palm had been bitten off.

"Ah...!"

The pain was unbearable. He screamed heartbreakingly, his face covered in sweat, and rapidly retreated.

"Ptooey..."

The big black dog spat out bloody foam. As the severed hand fell to the ground, it actually retched. It quickly ran to a mountain spring and repeatedly rinsed its mouth, muttering curses.

"Damn it, in this life, what I hate eating most is stinky fox meat!"

Everyone: "..."

Everyone was dumbfounded. This seemingly meek big black dog was actually so powerful. It was clearly not an easy opponent.

Indeed, a biting dog doesn't bark. It had looked meek and harmless from beginning to end, but it turned out to be a ruthless character all along.

"May your descendants be reduced to bloody mist for eight generations!" The big black dog cursed repeatedly.

Everyone present was speechless. This bald-tailed dog truly deserved a beating; this was everyone's unanimous thought.

"By the way, my favorite food is roasted little birds," the big black dog said, craning its neck, staring at the Golden-Winged Little Peng King and licking its lips.

"Speak louder!" Tu Fei said.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King landed on the mountain peak, utterly cold. Staring at Ye Fan, he said, "I truly can't help but make a move. The Desolate Ancient Saint Body makes my heart stir..."

He suddenly turned to Yan Ruyu and said, "I don't want to follow others' arrangements. This is my own will. Princess, please put away your Extreme Dao Weapon; I will seal my own power."

"Are you sure you want to fight the Desolate Ancient Saint Body at the same cultivation level?" Tu Fei asked.

"Throughout history, how many Great Emperors have there been? All were peerless figures. I want to walk this path. I must naturally overpower the Desolate Ancient Saint Body!" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King said solemnly.

"Hahaha..." Ye Fan laughed heartily. He felt his blood flow quicken throughout his body; he couldn't wait to unleash his fists immediately.