Chapter 266: Demonic Emperor's Nine Slashes

Although the big black dog was usually quite unscrupulous, at this critical moment, it put in great effort, as its own life and death, and even the Ancient Scripture of the Demon Emperor, were at stake.

A vertical eye opened on its forehead, glinting with dark light. A black streak, like a silken ribbon, shot out with a ringing sound, as if a dark blade were slicing through the air.

Pang Bo remained seated cross-legged on the altar, unmoving. A divine light flashed from his brow, sweeping out and striking the black light, as if two sharp blades had clashed.

Though it was merely a clash of spiritual consciousness, it was as if divine weapons were striking treasured blades, producing dazzling radiance, flying sparks, and loud metallic clangs.

"Didn't you say his lifespan was almost over? How is he as strong as a true dragon?!" the big black dog exclaimed, exasperated. In this exchange, it gained no advantage and was even slightly at a disadvantage.

"He can't last much longer! Unleash your most powerful strength; we can definitely take him down!" Ye Fan shouted. There was no turning back now; this was their only chance to save Pang Bo, and it would not come again.

"You've delivered yourselves right to my doorstep, oblivious to death!" Pang Bo declared. He remained seated cross-legged on the altar, his black hair dancing, his eyes as sharp as knives, and his bronze-colored body radiating a precious luster.

"Leave Pang Bo's body!" Ye Fan roared.

From the center of Ye Fan's brow, a small golden lake appeared, deep as an abyss. It vibrated, releasing a spiral of golden energy that shot towards Pang Bo.

Pang Bo remained unmoving, seated firmly on the altar. From his brow, a dazzling crescent moon flew out, plunging into the spiral of golden energy and slicing through the void.

Ye Fan's face turned pale, and his body trembled violently as the golden energy flew back. Although he was not physically injured, he felt a profound mental shock.

This was the first time Ye Fan had been at a disadvantage in a spiritual consciousness battle, especially after his own consciousness had materialized and reached an incredible level.

This was indeed an unparalleled master among the demon race; although his physical body had decayed, leaving only his spiritual consciousness, he remained terrifyingly powerful.

"At such a young age, your spiritual consciousness can already materialize. This is truly rare, just like your physical body. It makes me look forward to what you can do!" Pang Bo remarked, appearing completely at ease.

"Stop pretending to be some unparalleled master! I, the Emperor, will strike you down!" A black long blade shot out from the big black dog's vertical eye, its dark light soaring skyward before instantly cleaving downwards.

*Clang!* The crescent moon shot from Pang Bo's brow, shimmering silver and indestructible, struck the black long blade. With a *crack*, it shattered the blade.

The big black dog's spiritual consciousness trembled, and it let out a roar. Clearly, it was at a disadvantage again, having suffered a minor setback.

"Kill!" Ye Fan went all out. The small golden lake flew out, transforming into a golden sun that rushed towards the altar.

He held nothing back, unleashing all his spiritual consciousness. If this small sun were to be extinguished, his spirit would undoubtedly be utterly destroyed.

"Even if you fight with your life, it's useless!" Pang Bo's voice was low. The silver crescent moon remained fixed on his brow, shining brightly.

"I, the Emperor, will also risk it all!" The big black dog unleashed its spiritual power again, a dark light like a blade striking towards the silver moon, coordinating its attack with Ye Fan.

*Clang, clang, clang...* Their spiritual consciousnesses were all terrifyingly powerful, having reached the stage of materialization. Any ordinary person witnessing this would surely be shocked!

Such a struggle was incredibly dangerous; the slightest carelessness could lead to the complete destruction of one's body and spirit, with no hope of recovery.

The spiritual consciousnesses clashed violently, emitting piercing sounds, scattering light everywhere, and vibrating with metallic clangs.

Even with Ye Fan and the Black Emperor joining forces, they were at a disadvantage. Pang Bo's spiritual consciousness was like an abyssal, surging, and indestructible sea.

*Boom!* The small golden sun was almost shattered. Ye Fan's spiritual power receded like a tide, returning to his body, and he swayed. He was indeed no match for his opponent.

The Black Emperor also let out a loud cry, its black light, like a silken ribbon, rushing back. "Damn it, kid, you fooled me!" it exclaimed. "This is clearly an old monster! It's not that we're not strong enough; it's that *he's* too strong!"

"It's useless to say all this now. Quickly think of a way to kill him!" Ye Fan transmitted.

"His spiritual consciousness is vibrant, showing no signs of decay. He's not a dying man. Even if the two of us fight with our lives, it's unlikely we can kill him," the big black dog grimaced, baring its fangs.

A thought occurred to Ye Fan. "He seems unable to move," he said. "He's been sitting on the altar without ever swaying."

"Use your cauldron to blast him!" The big black dog had also noticed the abnormality.

At this moment, they were inside the cauldron. Ye Fan did not intend to remove its protective barrier; instead, he directly summoned the Departing Fire Divine Furnace.

The furnace, as transparent as crystal, appeared in his palm, then transformed into a dazzling ray of light and shot forth.

It quickly expanded, emitting five-colored divine light. In the blink of an eye, it was ten *zhang* tall, like a small mountain, pressing down upon the figure on the altar.

*Hmph!* Pang Bo let out a heavy cold snort. Remaining seated cross-legged and unmoving, he extended a large hand and slammed it onto the furnace with a *clang*.

The power of that strike was unfathomable; the Departing Fire Divine Furnace instantly dented in one spot and was sent flying.

"What powerful force!" A shock ran through Ye Fan's heart. He controlled the Departing Fire Divine Furnace, making it expand to thirty *zhang* high, and sent it pressing down with a rumbling sound.

Pang Bo remained unmoving, still seated cross-legged. His black hair swayed gently, and divine power circulated through his bronze-colored body as he once again struck out with a large hand.

*Thud!* This time, the sound was deafening, causing the very space to tremble. The Departing Fire Divine Furnace was deeply dented, with a clear palm print deeply impressed into its surface.

It seemed less like a treasured furnace and more like a piece of mud, having been struck and caved in.

"The physical body has entered the Four Extremes Secret Realm!" Ye Fan's heart tightened. In just a few years, the opponent had cultivated Pang Bo's body to such a formidable state; it was truly astonishing.

"I estimate he can contend with the Golden-Winged Little Peng King!" The big black dog's expression was grim.

"Now you believe it, right? He possesses the Ancient Scripture of the Demon Emperor; otherwise, how could he be so terrifying!" Ye Fan said, provoking the big black dog.

"If he can't move, then it'll be much easier!" the big black dog said, baring its teeth.

But before it finished speaking, Pang Bo, still cross-legged, flew up as fast as lightning, charging towards them. A large hand suddenly struck downwards.

"Retreat quickly!" the Black Emperor shouted.

Ye Fan controlled the cauldron and, in a blink, rushed into the fluttering banners, evading the opponent's striking hand.

Hundreds of large banners covered the sky and earth, serving not only to seal off the area but also to protect them. Each banner was inscribed with profound Dao patterns, carefully prepared by the big black dog specifically in case the opponent's powerful physical body pursued them.

Now, they indeed proved useful. Hundreds of banners swayed, transforming the landscape into a misty expanse, and Pang Bo dared not charge in.

"How powerful are these Dao patterns you inscribed?" Ye Fan asked.

"As long as they're not a great power, anyone who enters is guaranteed to be trapped!" the Black Emperor declared confidently.

Pang Bo did not pursue them. With a flash of light, he returned to the altar and resumed his cross-legged position.

"Unexpectedly, the great art of spiritual consciousness attack is useless now," the big black dog said. "We can only attack him physically."

Ye Fan activated the Departing Fire Divine Furnace. This time, he directly opened its lid, and black flames surged out like a tide, rushing towards the altar like dark clouds pressing down.

Even cultivators of the Four Extremes Secret Realm could not endure these scorching flames; anyone they touched would surely be burned to utter destruction of body and spirit.

As Ye Fan released the flames, he had some reservations, as it was, after all, Pang Bo's physical body.

However, the result shocked him. Terrifying divine light shot out from Pang Bo's eyes, like two silver dragons soaring into the sky. He roared, "Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor — Form Annihilation!"

The two silver rays of light from his eyes caused the void to collapse wherever they passed, utterly extinguishing large areas of black flames.

"This is..." Ye Fan was greatly startled. "This method is too terrifying!"

To extinguish black flames with mere eye light was unheard of, simply incredible.

"This is the supreme secret art only imagined by the demon race!" the big black dog cried out excitedly. "I never thought it would actually be created by someone!"

"I told you earlier, he has the Ancient Scripture of the Demon Emperor."

"That's right! Only a Great Demon Emperor could create such a supreme holy method!" the big black dog exclaimed. "I believe your words now; he has the Ancient Scripture of the Demon Emperor."

Ye Fan activated the furnace. The Departing Fire Divine Furnace expanded, violently shaking, and boundless black flames once again surged down.

"It's useless!" Pang Bo sat there, unmoving, looking up at the sky. The silver light in his eyes, like true dragons, shot up, soaring and dancing upwards.

*Whoosh!* The void collapsed, and the endless black flames were once again silently extinguished, vanishing into the air.

*Clang, clang, clang!* At the same time, the silver light, like a blade, struck the Departing Fire Divine Furnace, instantly deforming it beyond recognition, leaving it dented, pitted, and flattened like mud.

"The Demon Emperor's divine art is too terrifying..." the big black dog muttered.

Ye Fan retracted the furnace. Only then did the Black Emperor come to its senses, as if remembering something. "What kind of furnace is that?" it exclaimed in surprise. "It wasn't even punctured?"

"Is this the time for such questions? Quickly think of a solution!" Ye Fan said, putting away the furnace.

The big black dog gritted its teeth. "What other way is there? Use your cauldron to blast him! This is an Emperor's exclusive sacred artifact. Although it's not an ultimate weapon, in terms of solidity, it's rarely matched in this world. He can't shatter it!"

Ye Fan and the Black Emperor emerged from the cauldron, then sent out the cauldron forged from the Mother Qi of All Things. It transformed, growing to nine meters high, with thousands of strands of profound yellow qi draping down from it, heavy as a mountain, as it pressed downwards.

"What?! It's this sacred artifact!" Pang Bo was greatly startled, then burst into laughter. "This truly is a grand gift, something one might not see in tens of thousands of years! I'll accept it!"

Just like the Golden-Winged Little Peng King that day, he directly extended a large hand, reaching for the great cauldron, intending to claim it for himself.

"Quick, lend me a hand!" Ye Fan shouted.

Without him needing to say it, the big black dog had already acted, jointly controlling the ancient cauldron with Ye Fan and pressing it down towards the altar.

*Boom!* A fierce collision occurred. The altar beneath Pang Bo was pulverized, instantly vanishing into ashes, leaving him to sit cross-legged in the void.

The ancient great cauldron vibrated, smashing onto that large hand, causing it to recoil several paces, but without injuring his body.

"Indeed, he can contend with that birdman!" the big black dog cursed.

This great cauldron could be said to be indestructible. So far, only the Golden-Winged Little Peng King and Pang Bo had dared to receive it head-on without sustaining any damage.

"We can only trap and kill him with Dao patterns!" the Black Emperor declared fiercely.

Hundreds of large banners rose from the ground, fluttering in the wind. They planted themselves forward, shrinking the surrounding space.

"Deny him room to move! I will completely seal him off!"

The banners unfolded, sealing Pang Bo within. All the surrounding trees and forests vanished, replaced by nothing but misty fog; no flowers or grass could be seen.

"You can seal my physical body, but you cannot seal my spiritual consciousness!" Pang Bo roared. "You are forcing me to kill you!"

"Oh no!" the Black Emperor shouted.

At the same time, Ye Fan's expression changed as his spiritual consciousness surged out of his body, forcibly stripped away.

"Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor — Deprivation!" Pang Bo roared.

All of this happened so quickly that neither Ye Fan nor the Black Emperor could resist. Their spiritual consciousness essence was extracted, entering a silver world.

"A spiritual consciousness void!" Ye Fan exclaimed.

This was a small silver world, only a hundred *zhang* in circumference—a spiritual mind space.

"The supreme secret method from the Ancient Scripture of the Demon Race..." the big black dog muttered, astonished.

"The Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor!" Pang Bo responded coldly.

Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor.