Chapter 255: Power Over the Golden-Winged Little Peng King

Buzz!

Ye Fan’s golden fist struck, emitting a sharp tremor as if the hardest divine iron of the gods vibrated too rapidly. This was a burst of wild divine power, its golden radiance dyeing the sky magnificent, like a scorching sun shattering in mid-air.

Bang!

The powerful, heavy golden fist slammed hard into the Little Golden-winged Peng King’s upper back, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood streaked with golden threads.

“Roar...”

The Little Golden-winged Peng King let out a long cry, his dishevelled hair flying, each strand standing on end. His powerful body exuded a demonic aura, sending out terrifying, ocean-like tremors as he sought to reverse the disadvantage. The divine Peng spread its wings; he didn't turn around but swept backward, his right arm as heavy as a mountain, causing the very space to collapse. It was hard to imagine such immense power.

Clang!

Ye Fan's golden fist struck the sweeping Peng arm, producing a resounding clang as if hitting metal. Their physical bodies were comparable to mountains, their strength reaching an inconceivable level. Wielding their fists and arms, they could warp space, unleashing extreme force.

Whoosh!

As fierce gales surged, the instant the Little Golden-winged Peng King turned, Ye Fan's golden hand struck out, descending like a massive millstone. This strike was terrifying; the millstone-like hand, cast from gold, was laden with destructive power, making space rumble and creating a formidable presence.

Smack!

There was no escaping; this large hand locked down the sky and descended, landing squarely on the Little Golden-winged Peng King, hitting half of his body. The Little Golden-winged Peng King was instantly sent flying. Such a heavy blow was too much even for someone as powerful as him; he spewed blood, his golden hair dishevelled, and nearly collapsed in the void.

Ye Fan, having gained the upper hand, naturally didn't want to give him a chance to turn the tide. He unleashed a continuous barrage of powerful attacks.

Bang!

A golden hand swept across the sky, blocking the path forward and striking downwards. With a single step, he took the initiative, maintaining a relentless offensive that practically trapped his opponent, overwhelming him.

Clang!

The Heavenly Peng spread its wings, attempting to break the golden hand with fierce attacks that darkened the void. This terrifying cleaving strike drained all the surrounding spiritual energy from heaven and earth. The Little Golden-winged Peng King, full of primal ferocity, revealed his murderous intent in his eyes, counterattacking almost maniacally. His body ignited with blazing divine flames, desperate to escape this disadvantage.

Clang! Clang! Clang!...

However, Ye Fan's Desolate Ancient Sacred Body was even mightier. He met force with force, strength with strength; his golden fists seemed almost capable of piercing the sky, possessing unparalleled power.

The fierce clashes were like the descent of an ancient heavenly court, suppressing the firmament, or like the Milky Way falling, striking the vast earth! Ye Fan's golden fists seemed fused with heaven and earth; each strike made the high heavens tremble and sent shivers down the spines of those watching from afar. It was impossible to gauge the immense power!

Bang! Clang!...

Such intense combat was almost unseen among the younger generation, pitting the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body against a descendant of the Divine Peng, capable of battling true dragons. Both physical bodies represented the pinnacle of strength, clashing like needle points against wheat awns. Their battle was soul-stirring, shaking this very universe.

Ye Fan's divine power was inexhaustible, showing no fatigue, his momentum growing ever stronger. Even the arrogant Little Golden-winged Peng King was startled; those golden fists struck like colliding mountains, forcing him to retreat repeatedly. At this moment, the Heavenly Peng's divine wings could not slice through his opponent. The golden fists shattered space, each heavy blow numbing his arms, and the terrifying, wild force shook him so much he almost vomited blood.

Ye Fan simply refused to give him a chance to reverse his disadvantage. He never underestimated an opponent, especially not a Heavenly Peng capable of sweeping aside the younger generation, so his attacks were continuous.

Bang!

He unleashed a storm-like assault that the Little Golden-winged Peng King could not withstand; blood continuously spilled from his lips, and the radiance from his arms significantly dimmed.

Smack!

Ye Fan's golden fist finally broke through, bypassing the Peng's wing defense, and slammed into his chest. This heavy blow was too much even for the Little Golden-winged Peng King, who felt excruciating pain. He was sent flying backward, spitting blood that speckled his dishevelled hair. His mighty body trembled slightly.

Ye Fan pursued, the two seemingly bound by an invisible rope, unable to shake off each other.

Whoosh!

Ye Fan deployed the Great Void Art, appearing abruptly. A massive black hand swept across the sky, and the Void Palm Seal descended, leaving the Little Golden-winged Peng King no escape.

Bang!

This was a terrifying heavy blow, directly striking the Little Golden-winged Peng King's head, making his world spin and causing him to lose balance. The formidable Heavenly Peng Little Devil King was beaten into such a sorry state, his collar stained with blood, causing everyone watching from afar to gasp in shock. It was well known that the Little Golden-winged Peng King's might was widespread; almost no one among the younger generation of the demon race was unaware of him, and he aimed to walk the path of an Emperor!

This was a perfect opportunity. Ye Fan caught up in eight steps, and while the Little Golden-winged Peng King was disoriented, he embraced a demonic mountain and brought it down.

Mountain-Embracing Seal!

Boom!

A majestic mountain, grand and irresistible, descended upon the Heavenly Peng Little Devil King, seemingly possessing the power to overturn heaven and earth! From afar, everyone sensed a destructive aura and couldn't help but feel their hearts pound. However, the Little Golden-winged Peng King's body was not broken. The black mountain sent him flying sideways, his flesh cracking with blood lines, but he still did not fall.

Hum!

Ye Fan pursued, forming the Sun Seal with his left hand and the Moon Seal with his right. A celestial sun and a bright moon appeared in the sky, each radiating brilliant light and emitting heart-pounding fluctuations. Both were the size of small mountains, pushed forward by him, crushing across the firmament with a rumbling sound.

The Sun Seal traversed the sky, shining with boundless light. Ye Fan's left hand slammed down heavily, sending the Little Golden-winged Peng King tumbling backward, his dishevelled golden hair largely stained red by the blood gushing from his mouth.

Smack!

The Moon Seal hovered in the sky, soft yet radiant. Ye Fan's right hand struck down, landing on the Little Golden-winged Peng King, unleashing a torrent of watery light, like crashing waves against a shore. Blood marks appeared all over the Heavenly Peng's body, and his joints creaked, demonstrating astonishing resilience.

“I don't believe I can't break through!” Ye Fan roared, his body glowing like a divine physique forged a hundred times, shining brilliantly.

“Enough!”

Suddenly, the Little Golden-winged Peng King roared. Having been dazed from the blow to his head, the intense pain now brought him fully to his senses, and he let out a low, beast-like roar. As a descendant of the Divine Peng capable of battling true dragons, he possessed astonishing vitality. His eyes, nearly frantic, unleashed tens of thousands of golden feathers that pierced the sky like golden divine spears! It was a chilling killing technique; endless golden feathers transformed into blazing divine spears, each wreathed in golden flames.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...

The sounds of piercing air were incessant, all hurtling towards Ye Fan—a terrifying and despair-inducing killing move!

Clang! Clang! Clang!...

Ye Fan used his golden hands to bat away the golden divine spears. Had it been anyone else, they would have long been pierced through, bleeding dry and dying. But Ye Fan was the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, a notch stronger than even the Heavenly Peng's physique. He forcibly carved a path through the wave of divine spears! Moreover, he did not retreat; instead, he advanced, charging towards the Little Golden-winged Peng King, intent on suppressing him to death.

Rumble rumble rumble!

Ye Fan unleashed various seals and an endless stream of offensive techniques, shattering spear after spear, pushing closer to the Little Golden-winged Peng King.

Boom!

The Little Golden-winged Peng King shook his arm, and tens of thousands of golden feathers converged, forming a golden sky curtain that pressed down towards Ye Fan. This was a grand curtain composed of sharp divine spears, a lethal technique that instantly descended, engulfing Ye Fan.

From afar, everyone gasped.

“This bird-man is too terrifying! At a crucial moment, his whole body of golden feathers becomes a deadly weapon, impossible to guard against. Only the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body could block this; anyone else would have long become a pincushion!” Tu Fei exclaimed, his heart pounding.

“This is probably just a prelude!” Qing Yi said solemnly.

Boom!

Ye Fan unleashed all his offensive techniques, all his seals simultaneously, instantly tearing through the golden sky curtain and shattering it. All the divine spears broke into fragments, transforming into countless broken feathers that fluttered down. The world was filled with shimmering golden shards, countless Peng feathers swirling and falling to the ground.

The Little Golden-winged Peng King’s figure blurred and vanished, disappearing from everyone's sight. Ye Fan stood in the sky, scanning in all directions, guarding against a surprise attack from his opponent. Others also searched, looking around the area.

“That bird-man coughed up so much blood, he must be seriously wounded. Could he have fled?” Tu Fei muttered to himself.

The others were also filled with doubt and surprise. Everyone had witnessed Ye Fan's attacks just now; if they had faced them with only their physical bodies, they would have long turned to dust.

“Little Golden-winged Peng King, have you been defeated and fled?” Ye Fan called out.

A heavy, cold snort came from high above. A golden figure appeared: the Little Golden-winged Peng King, sitting cross-legged in the void, bathed in a dazzling golden glow. His body crackled, and his bones vibrated throughout.

Boom!

Demonic energy surged around him like an ocean, reaching for the sky. He suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with wild radiance, and said coldly, “I would flee? What a joke! Everything has just begun!”

Everyone was astonished. The Little Golden-winged Peng King's aura had grown even stronger, as if he hadn't been injured at all, with monstrous demonic energy swirling behind him.

“That bird-man was suppressed and battered by the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, yet he seemed unharmed and recovered so quickly. That's terrifying!” Tu Fei exclaimed, startled.

“Indeed, the Little Golden-winged Peng King truly possesses the potential to become an Emperor, capable of contending with the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body at the same cultivation level!” A strong demon cultivator exclaimed in surprise.

Qing Yi showed a strange expression and said, “Could he really walk the path to becoming an Emperor?!”

Yan Ruyu also murmured, “Perhaps... he has some hope.”

The Little Golden-winged Peng King descended, standing opposite Ye Fan. At this moment, his demonic energy soared to the heavens, surging turbulently, and killing intent permeated the surroundings.

“One Hundred Eight Thousand Swords!”

His voice pierced through metal and stone, shaking the sky and causing many eardrums to ache. At this instant, within this world, a shocking murderous aura erupted. Streaks of sword energy shot skyward, as if countless volcanoes were erupting, rushing into the clouds!

Beneath the firmament, divine swords stood like a forest, arranged horizontally in the air. Each one was several meters long, its blade chillingly sharp, pointing towards the sky, radiating dazzling light and soaring killing intent.

One Hundred Eight Thousand Swords!

Each sword was forged from the divine Peng's feathers, exhaling blinding sword energy, so sharp and piercing they were soul-stirring. As far as the eye could see, there were divine swords everywhere, a blazing and grim array of killing intent that made hearts tremble.

“Whether ancient Great Emperors, in their youth, ever slew a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, I do not know. But perhaps I shall achieve a grand feat and pave my path to becoming an Emperor with sacred blood!”

The Little Golden-winged Peng King’s physique was robust, his golden hair strands fluttering wildly without wind. His eyes were filled with wildness and a murderous aura.

Ye Fan stood within the sword forest, facing the endless soaring sword energy and feeling the bone-chilling killing intent. He showed no fear, taking out the Departing Fire Divine Cauldron.

“When we clashed physically, I could suppress you. Now, I can still trample you underfoot!” Ye Fan's expression was calm, yet filled with powerful confidence, as he held the inch-tall, crystalline cauldron in his palm.