Chapter 466: Peng Blood Stains the Golden Sea

This place was filled with the young generation's heroes. Everyone stood up, their hearts brimming with anticipation for this battle.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King, like a demon god, was feared by many of the younger generation. Few dared to fight him, and now he was about to face the Saint Body of Doomsday.

Ye Fan's "life was waning," and his end was near, yet his power was at its peak. It would be rather anticlimactic if he were to fall due to his dao injuries.

Now, he would engage in a great battle with the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, most likely his final one. This would provide a fitting conclusion, an ultimate battle regardless of victory or defeat.

"This birdman is too arrogant; he deserves to have his tendons ripped and bones dissected!" the Black Sovereign snarled.

"And you, dog, I won't spare you either!" the Golden-Winged Little Peng King retorted with a cold glare.

"I hope your abilities are as formidable as you claim," Ye Fan said, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Rest assured, I will personally cut off your path to life and extinguish your soul," the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's gaze was full of aggression.

Ye Fan stared at him, saying nothing more. Now, there was only the battle.

"All friends, please come and witness the battle!" the Golden-Winged Little Peng King said with a sinister laugh, sending a message to the assembled Holy Sons and Holy Maidens.

"How could we miss such an astonishing battle? We must go," the Holy Son Yaoguang nodded.

Feng Huang also smiled faintly, gracefully approaching and saying, "I look forward to this battle!"

Zhao Fa laughed heartily, "I can't wait!"

"Then let's go. Today, I shall end the Saint Body's life and offer his sacred blood for all of you to taste!" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's hair flew wildly, revealing his demonic nature and murderous intent.

"Then let's fight!" Ye Fan uttered only these four words before soaring into the sky, like a god, flying beyond the 800 divine islands.

This group consisted of young inheritors from supreme sects, including many Holy Sons and Holy Maidens. It was impossible for them not to attract attention; many people looked their way, and even some elders took notice.

Their speed was immense. In a short time, they flew past the 800 divine islands, heading towards a distant lush mountain range. It was impossible to have the decisive battle within the heavily guarded territory of the Feng Clan.

It was already noon, and the blazing sun, like a fiery furnace, cast scorching rays from the sky, its intense beams baking the earth.

They traveled over five hundred miles from the Feng Clan's divine island before stopping. Below them, endless mountains rose, with numerous valleys and undulating ravines, a truly primitive region.

The sky was filled with cultivators, all gazing at the two figures in the arena. This was a focal battle between two peak young masters who had previously clashed, only for it to erupt today.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King had long been famous among the younger generation, an incredibly wild demonic prodigy. Everyone knew his strength; wherever his Great Desolate Halberd pointed, no hero dared to challenge him.

Ye Fan had only gained widespread fame in the past year, previously unknown. He could be described as a powerful figure who had suddenly risen, yet he was incomparably strong.

Since his emergence, everything he had experienced and done had been highly influential, giving him the momentum of a latecomer who surpassed others. No one among the younger generation was unaware of him.

As sunlight fell, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's entire body seemed cast from gold, radiating brilliant light. His golden hair was so dazzling it made it difficult to open one's eyes.

His eyes were chilling and wild, like two bolts of lightning shot from hell, piercing into people's souls, devouring their minds. His killing intent was like an ocean.

In his hand appeared a golden holy sword, incomparably massive, tens of meters long. It hung low, almost touching the peak of a great mountain below, and the murderous aura it exhaled caused leaves to swirl and fall throughout the mountains.

On the other side, Ye Fan stood calmly in the void, his black hair swaying gently. His eyes were clear, and he remained perfectly still, watching his opponent with composure and ease.

Invisible killing intent surged between the two. Even before the battle began, it felt as though one had fallen into an ice cellar, chilling both body and mind. Potent battle intent and terrifying murderous aura permeated the air.

"Crack!"

Below, a large mountain could not withstand the pressure. Its peak cracked, suffering several large fissures from the oppressive killing intent, a frightening sight.

"Boom!"

On the second mountain peak, dozens of colossal boulders, each weighing ten thousand jun, fractured, followed by the collapse of the mountaintop. Boulders shot through the air, dust billowed, and the area became shrouded in gloom.

This was caused by the powerful killing intent. If anyone were to enter the fray, they would surely be crushed into a pulp. This clash of killing intent was the most terrifying, capable of obliterating both body and soul instantly.

Throughout the endless mountains, many land beasts were terrified, fleeing in all directions, creating chaos. Numerous fierce beasts, startled, prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

"Flap, flap, flap!"

Many birds soared into the sky, attempting to escape this terrifying place. However, as soon as they reached the air, they instantly disintegrated, becoming splashes of blood.

They were annihilated, body and soul, on the spot, leaving nothing behind but lingering blood mist. The killing intent was like a blade, severing all tangible life; whoever entered was utterly destroyed.

"These two are truly terrifying! Their battle intent has reached such a level that it's more impactful than any direct attack!"

"There are truly few among the younger generation who can contend with them..."

Just then, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King moved. He let out a clear roar, causing the mountains to tremble violently, all trees to shake, and leaves to wither and fall. The endless mountain range was filled with an aura of desolation and death.

"One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords!"

Immediately, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King unleashed a supreme art. His entire body blazed with intense golden light, radiating blinding brilliance, as thousands upon thousands of terrifying golden sword energies shot forth.

The murderous aura soared to the heavens, making the world tremble. Countless holy swords simultaneously cleaved, shattering the void, as if the pillars of heaven and earth were collapsing, sweeping away everything with irresistible force.

"Boom!"

No more, no less, exactly one hundred and eight thousand holy swords, each a hundred zhang long, stood tall in the void before descending with a decisive chop.

These were no longer mere sword energies; they had transformed into an ocean of holy swords, a terrifying golden storm that engulfed everything, sweeping forward and destroying all obstacles.

This was a supreme divine art inherent to the Sky Peng Clan, capable of sweeping aside even a thousand armies, attacking indiscriminately!

Not to mention, all of this was aimed at a single person. Such power was unimaginable, like the end of the world arriving, with heaven and earth collapsing.

The one hundred and eight thousand holy swords, exhaling sword energies, had transformed into an ocean, devouring and sweeping away everything, possessing divine might of billions of jun!

"Boom!"

Every single sword energy was like a raging flood, utterly terrifying, chilling the distant spectators from head to toe. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was so powerful; how could anyone fight him?

He alone was enough to contend with a thousand armies. How many among the younger generation could withstand such world-shaking divine might? Even Holy Son level figures would likely suffer defeat!

Ye Fan's heart was solemn. In the past, he had indeed fought against this supreme divine art, "One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords." At that time, he had used the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron for defense and the terrifying black flames from the Departing Fire Divine Furnace to counter it; otherwise, it would have been difficult to break through.

Now, he faced it again, but without the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron or the Departing Fire Divine Furnace. He could only rely on himself to confront it!

"Boom!"

Within his Sea of Suffering, lightning flashed and thunder roared, as an endless golden ocean surged forth, engulfing him and blocking the incoming sea of swords from the outside!

"Crackle!"

An aura of primordial creation permeated the air. Above the golden Sea of Suffering, endless lightning danced and struck, enveloping Ye Fan as if he were opening up the heavens and earth.

He stood holding a green lotus, his robes fluttering, calmly facing the one hundred and eight thousand holy swords. He used his body to block this supreme divine art, capable of slaying Holy Sons.

"Ah..." The Golden-Winged Little Peng King let out a long cry, his golden hair appearing as if it had ignited. He wielded his monstrous magical power, charging forward with murderous intent.

His gaze was like a heavenly sword, piercing through the void. He resembled an unstoppable demon god, wielding a unique holy sword, formed from the Sky Peng Clan's own sacred blood, and reputed to be immortal!

"Ye Fan, I will sever your living soul!"

With a Peng's cry echoing through the sky, he cleaved down with the holy sword. His vital energy surged to the heavens, his roar shaking rivers and mountains, and the endless mountain ranges trembled.

"Clang," "Clang," "Clang"... The one hundred and eight thousand swords slashed into the golden Sea of Suffering, transforming into golden Sky Pengs, tearing through heaven and earth as they charged towards Ye Fan. This was a supreme offensive.

Everyone was stunned. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King truly possessed skills that allowed him to look down on the younger generation. To actually use holy swords to attack into the Saint Body's phenomena was an incredibly sharp and powerful assault!

The one hundred and eight thousand Sky Pengs, overwhelmingly numerous, were all cast from gold, each one ferocious and incomparably mighty. They spread their wings to cleave heaven and earth, and swung their claws to shatter the void.

It was an incomparably powerful offensive. Divine Pengs crisscrossed the golden Sea of Suffering, their cries threatening to collapse the very sky, terrifying people to the point of mental breakdown.

Anyone else would surely have perished, unable to turn the tide against so many golden divine Pengs attacking at close range. But Ye Fan was different; a cold smile touched his lips.

"I will slay you until you despair!"

He stood holding the green lotus, surrounded by arcs of lightning, his golden vital energy surging to the heavens. With a colossal boom, he used his golden Sea of Suffering to seal off this part of the sky.

Then, Ye Fan moved like lightning, holding the green lotus and slaying the endless golden Sky Pengs!

The green lotus, like emerald mist, shimmered indistinctly in Ye Fan's hand, leaving trails of green light. Yet, it was terrifyingly potent, severing all life forms.

Ye Fan's movements were incredibly swift. He struck mercilessly, the green lotus as sharp as a blade, cleaving open a Sky Peng. Blood splattered, but he did not pause, rushing towards the next one.

"Thud," "Thud"... Wielding the green lotus, he continuously hacked and slashed. Sky Peng heads fell one after another, and their massive corpses plunged from the sky, one after another.

This was real blood, used by the Golden-Winged Little Peng King to nourish his holy swords through a blood sacrifice, transforming them into the inexhaustible one hundred and eight thousand swords. Yet, at this moment, they were continuously being slain by Ye Fan.

"The Saint Body's Sea of Suffering is golden, completely different from ours; it can transform into an invincible defensive phenomena..." Many people in the distance gasped in awe.

"Ah..." The Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared, his magnificent body tearing through the sky, golden energy surging around him like a resurrected demon saint!

He brandished the true form of his golden holy sword, launching his most ferocious assault. The Sky Pengs trapped within the golden Sea of Suffering all shrieked, then burst into flames, transforming into endless rays of lethal light!

However, within the golden Sea of Suffering phenomenon, Ye Fan was like an absolute master. Lightning crackled around him, as if he were creating a world.

He was unshakeable. All the golden Sky Pengs found it impossible to approach him, as he continuously annihilated them, each strike producing a corpse, each strike a cloud of blood mist.

It was clearly visible: one divine Peng corpse after another fell, plummeting into the golden Sea of Suffering, continuously being slain.

"Good! These are the holy swords the birdman cultivated with his vital blood. Though they are said to be indestructible, having them cut down like this will greatly harm his essence!" the Great Black Dog barked.

The golden Sea of Suffering was stained red with blood, countless Sky Peng corpses floating within it, a scene of grim carnage.

Ye Fan's gaze was piercingly cold, like an Asura reborn. His black hair danced wildly as he held the dripping green lotus, slaughtering mercilessly. All one hundred and eight thousand Sky Pengs were slain by him.

"Boom!"

With a final tremor, the golden Sea of Suffering surged. Ye Fan stood holding the green lotus, his robes unstained by blood, calm and unperturbed, like a deity holding a flower. He declared, "What else do you have? Bring it forth! Today, I shall slay you completely!"

In the distant sky, everyone was shaken. The simultaneous unleashing of one hundred and eight thousand swords was almost enough to kill a Holy Son, yet Ye Fan had annihilated them all, even drying up the Sky Peng's vital blood!

Although Holy Son Yaoguang's expression remained calm, his heart was somewhat stirred, and his eyes grew deeper.

Feng Huang, however, was greatly surprised, having not expected Ye Fan's methods to be so heaven-defying, breaking the one hundred and eight thousand swords in such a manner.

The Holy Son of Purple Mansion and Zhao Fa's expressions were somewhat stiff. They inwardly admitted they could not have annihilated the one hundred and eight thousand divine Pengs in such a way, and their hearts were shaken.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's hair was disheveled, and his eyes were as sharp as blades, radiating bloodlust and wildness. He declared coldly, "I have my own methods to destroy you!"