Chapter 256: One Hundred Eighty Thousand Swords

The sky was filled with sharp, golden divine swords. Each one pulsed with a formidable sword light, soaring into the heavens, creating a terrifying, boundless sea of blades that radiated a shocking killing intent.

One hundred and eight thousand swords!

From a distance, many onlookers were horrified, realizing that anyone trapped within such a sword forest would be struck with terror.

"This bird-man is terrifying! How did he manage to refine so many great swords?" Tu Fei felt a bad omen.

Qingyi's expression also changed. "It seems even the Golden-winged Little Peng King can't stay detached," she said. "He's at a disadvantage in direct physical combat, so he's unleashed his Peng Feather Swords, which he refined with his very life force."

"These are not mere golden feathers shot at random; they are refined from divine Peng quills, one of the Heavenly Peng clan's most formidable offensive techniques!"

"The Peng Feather Swords bear the imprint of their racial heritage. As a descendant of the Old Peng King, his destructive power is hard to estimate!"

Many demon cultivators whispered among themselves, concluding that Ye Fan's situation was precarious.

"What's the big deal? Roast the little bird! One flame will burn him to ashes, and then we'll see how arrogant he can be!" the big black dog grumbled.

"This insane bird-man is too terrifying; I find him even more unsettling than the Shaking Light Saint Son!" Tu Fei mumbled to himself.

"Fortunately, his cultivation is suppressed to the second layer of the Dao Palace realm; otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable," Yan Ruyu said with a serene expression. "Once the Peng Feather Swords are fully unleashed, all one hundred and eight thousand divine Peng quills can emerge at once, shaking heaven and earth."

"It's truly astonishing that he has unleashed his Peng Feather Swords at such a young age."

In the sky, the Golden-winged Little Peng King stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes fiercely sharp, like heavenly swords unsheathed, their glint causing hearts to pound.

"A thousand feathers, a thousand swords, slash!" he roared.

With that loud roar, over a thousand golden greatswords, suspended high in the sky, slashed down towards a single target.

A thousand streaks of sword light converged, splitting the heavens and the earth, engulfing Ye Fan below. This was a terrifying onslaught, a thousand swords striking in unison, cleaving through the high altitudes.

*Swoosh*, *swoosh*, *swoosh*...

Dazzling beams of light, each as thick as a bucket, shot forth with unparalleled sharpness, surging like flood dragons, seemingly capable of piercing through the very firmament, unstoppable!

*Clang*, *clang*, *clang*...

With every move, Ye Fan employed the Sacred Fighting Method, shattering each incoming sword light. The Li Fire Divine Furnace hovered above his head as he charged towards the Golden-winged Little Peng King.

It was a truly breathtaking sight: a thousand feathers, a thousand swords, cleaving through heaven and earth with astonishing power.

From afar, spectators felt a continuous chill down their spines, sensing the horrifying killing intent even from such a distance. Each sword light, thick as a bucket and radiating boundless deadly intent, made them feel as if they had plunged into an ice cellar.

If the atmosphere was this chilling from the sidelines, it was hard to imagine the immense killing intent Ye Fan was enduring while directly within the sword forest.

One hundred and eight thousand swords traversed the sky, each golden divine sword radiating terrifying killing intent. This intent converged, forming a horrifying aura of destruction.

*Clang*, *clang*...

Ye Fan fought with sweeping, powerful movements, like a war god bathed in divine radiance, making the very sky tremble. He cut a path forward; even with a thousand swords slashing at him, they could not halt his advance.

All the sword lights filling the sky were shattered by his blows. This was the supreme might of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, even more resilient than divine artifacts or precious blades, capable of smashing anything it struck.

The Golden-winged Little Peng King stood firm within the sword forest, his eyes blazing with boundless killing intent. "Three thousand swords, shatter the void!" he roared.

*Clang, clang, clang*...

The divine swords resonated in unison as three thousand golden blades simultaneously shot forth, their sword lights interweaving to form a terrifying, dense, and grim net that covered the sky.

Under such a powerful assault, even Ye Fan's Desolate Ancient Sacred Body felt a tearing pain.

Three thousand greatswords slashed out in unison, cleaving the firmament with their heaven-piercing sword energy, striking him and sending him hurtling backward.

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh*...

Sword lights, like rainbows, pierced through heaven and earth, endless streams following one after another, creating a dazzling spectacle in the sky.

*Boom!*

Ye Fan forcefully shattered over a thousand sword lights, then began to activate the Li Fire Divine Furnace.

The furnace rapidly expanded above his head, its multicolored lid clanging loudly as it flew into the sky. From its pitch-black opening, a vast expanse of black flames surged forth.

*Clang, clang, clang!*

Over a thousand greatswords descended, instantly enveloped by the black flames. The scorching temperature was terrifying, melting 1,300 golden greatswords on the spot.

Golden light flickered in the sky, slowly dimming within the black flames as over a thousand Peng Feather Swords were destroyed, burning into ashes.

The Golden-winged Little Peng King's golden hair stood on end, wildly swaying, and his eyes glinted with cold light. The destruction of over a thousand greatswords caused him immense anguish, and he couldn't help but let out a long howl.

"What kind of fire is that? It's terrifying!"

"The Peng Feather Swords are incredibly sharp and unstoppable, yet he actually burned over a thousand greatswords with a single flame. That's truly astonishing."

"Could it be the same flame that burned the Ji Family's Supreme Elder to death? No, that wasn't a multicolored flame."

The onlookers all blanched. The searing heat of this flame made their hearts pound even from a great distance; the consequences of being engulfed by it would be unimaginable.

The Li Fire Divine Furnace shimmered with brilliant, five-colored glazed light, hovering above Ye Fan's head. Intense, black flames surged and roared, so powerful that they warped the very void.

Enveloped by these flames, his precious body shimmered with divine light, his battle intent soaring as he advanced through the void, pressing closer.

The Golden-winged Little Peng King's expression was cold as he shouted, "Peng Feather Regeneration!"

His entire body shimmered like gold as streaks of divine light burst forth, and the golden greatswords were replenished, once again totaling one hundred and eight thousand.

The powerful killing intent converged, forming a despair-inducing sword forest. Every greatsword clanged, their ringing resonating through the heavens!

"He has actually comprehended the Heavenly Peng clan's great killing technique to such a degree, reaching the realm of Peng Feather Regeneration and undying sword intent!"

"With one hundred and eight thousand swords and undying sword intent, the divine swords themselves are indestructible, unless every single greatsword is annihilated in one swift attack!"

In the distance, everyone's expression shifted. Such an indestructible divine sword would be a nightmare for any opponent; endlessly regenerating, it would inevitably cut them down in the end.

"Ten thousand swords, move!"

The Golden-winged Little Peng King roared, and tens of thousands of greatswords vibrated, their dazzling sword energy piercing through the void, twisting into a terrifying sword net.

Ye Fan activated the Li Fire Divine Furnace, expanding it to a hundred zhang tall, like a towering mountain peak suspended in the air.

At this point, there was nothing left to hold back; endless black flames surged in all directions.

These black flames originated from the Fallen Sun Ridge within the Primordial Restricted Zone. Though sourced from its surface, they possessed an exceptionally terrifying temperature.

*Boom!*

The immense fire surged, black divine flames sweeping in all directions. Tens of thousands of greatswords were engulfed, slowly burning to ruin.

*Clang, clang, clang*...

The Golden-winged Little Peng King's body radiated light as tens of thousands of greatswords burst forth, replenishing the sword forest once more.

"That freak!" Tu Fei exclaimed in shock.

"If this continues, the black flames will eventually deplete, while his Peng Feather Swords are indestructible. Ye Fan's outcome would be unimaginable," Qingyi said in a deep voice.

"That's not necessarily true," Yan Ruyu interjected. "His continuous regeneration of the Peng Feathers also comes at a cost. If this continues for too long, he likely won't be able to sustain it."

One hundred and eight thousand swords, with tens of thousands moving in unison, cleaved through the firmament, engulfing Ye Fan. He used the Li Fire Divine Furnace to forge a path, charging directly at the Golden-winged Little Peng King.

*Boom!*

The immense black fire surged, raging in all directions as it rushed towards the greatswords.

All one hundred and eight thousand swords vibrated in unison, and endless killing intent surged forth, coalescing into a colossal divine sword that pierced the clouds. This was the very killing intent of all one hundred and eight thousand swords combined!

*Swoosh!*

The thousand-zhang-long greatsword cleaved down. This terrifying killing intent sent a chill down Ye Fan's spine; with one hundred and eight thousand swords merged into a single entity, their killing intent was boundless!

*Bang!*

Ye Fan was instantly sent flying backward. Such a formidable offensive technique delivered a terrible impact even to his Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

"Unbelievable! Is this really a confrontation at the second layer of the Dao Palace realm?!"

"The Heavenly Peng clan's great offensive technique is terrifying. If it weren't for the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, any other person would likely have been utterly obliterated long ago."

In the distance, the crowd found it impossible to remain calm.

*Boom!*

Ye Fan activated the Li Fire Divine Furnace, sending flames raging in all directions, sweeping towards the one hundred and eight thousand greatswords.

*Clang, clang, clang*...

Golden divine swords shot like rainbows, appearing behind the Golden-winged Little Peng King, skillfully avoiding the rampant flames.

Although he had attained the realm of Peng Feather Regeneration, he still couldn't endure such terrifying flames and sought to avoid any damage.

The two stood in a standoff!

The Golden-winged Little Peng King had not anticipated that his innate offensive technique would be countered. The black flames from his opponent's furnace posed a significant threat to his Peng Feather Swords.

"The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body can indeed stand proudly among those of the same cultivation level, subtly suppressing the Golden-winged Little Peng King," Tu Fei said, pleased.

Qingyi shook her head. "It's too early to claim that," she said. "The Golden-winged Little Peng King possesses the potential to become a Great Emperor. In every aspect, he is not much weaker than the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body. Currently, it is merely a matter of one weapon countering another."

"There's still a difference," Tu Fei countered. "His physical body was tempered in the Four Extremities Secret Realm."

"Is the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body truly that formidable? Someone from our demon race, who has the potential to walk the path of a Great Emperor, is actually at a disadvantage at the same cultivation level!" several demon cultivators whispered.

*Boom!*

Suddenly, an extremely grim and malevolent aura emerged between heaven and earth, causing people's bodies and souls to tremble uncontrollably.

It was as if an ancient fierce beast had broken free from its seal and descended upon this world, an endless surge of killing intent sweeping across the high heavens!

"This is..." Everyone was shocked.

In the Golden-winged Little Peng King's hand, a pitch-black weapon had appeared. Its dark, chilling gleam was breathtaking, and the grim aura emanating from it was exactly what caused the unease.

"The Great Desolation Halberd!"

Many people's expressions changed, and some lesser demons turned deathly pale, almost collapsing to their knees.

This weapon, forged from black metal, seemed to possess a life of its own, its malevolent aura soaring into the sky, sending shivers down spines, and exuding an awe-inspiring power.

"It truly is the Great Desolation Halberd, the demonic weapon the Old Peng King wielded throughout his life of conquest!"

"Indeed, it is the Great Desolation Halberd. It brought endless slaughter, rivers of blood, and mountains of corpses. Who knows how many lives it has claimed!"

The pitch-black weapon exuded a soaring malevolent aura, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, like a ferocious ancient beast unleashing an incomparably grim presence.

"This isn't fair, Golden-winged Little Peng King! You're wielding the weapon of a demon race titan—how can we possibly fight against that?!" Tu Fei exclaimed.

"Don't worry, it's sealed and doesn't possess the full might of the 'Great Desolation'!" the Golden-winged Little Peng King replied indifferently.

The Great Desolation Halberd was a demonic weapon refined by a great demon power throughout his lifetime. While it couldn't compare to ultimate Dao weapons, it was still incredibly terrifying.

"It is indeed sealed. The Old Peng King wouldn't allow him to rely on the demonic weapon prematurely," Yan Ruyu nodded.

No one truly knew the full extent of the Great Desolation Halberd's terror. Rumors claimed it was as heavy as a mountain, so much so that even cultivators in the Four Extremities realm would struggle to wield it.

Perhaps only the Golden-winged Little Peng King, and Ye Fan with his Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, could wield it effectively at a lower cultivation realm.

The Golden-winged Little Peng King stood holding the Great Desolation Halberd. His body shone like brilliant gold, while the Halberd was as black as ink, creating a stark contrast. Their combined killing intent surged like a vast ocean.

Behind him, all one hundred and eight thousand greatswords stood erect, pointing skyward, their sword energy piercing the heavens. This backdrop made him appear incredibly fearsome, his powerful body exuding a wild, murderous aura.

*Boom!*

Ye Fan summoned his own cauldron. The cauldron, originally just over two inches tall, rapidly expanded to over a meter in height, taking the place of the Li Fire Divine Furnace and hovering above his head.

This cauldron was ancient and natural, devoid of any killing intent. It exuded a sense of natural harmony, as if expounding the fundamental 'Dao' and 'principles' of heaven and earth.

Wisps of Xuanhuang Qi descended from the cauldron, completely enveloping him in protection and making him appear as though he had merged with the Great Dao itself.