Chapter 467: Heavenly Demon Saint Slaughter Technique

The astounding sharpness and terror of the 108,000 swords were ultimately nullified by Ye Fan, who annihilated all 108,000 Heavenly Pengs. The distant onlookers were utterly stunned.

"What other abilities do you possess? Show them!" Ye Fan challenged.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King stood in the void, surrounded by surging golden waves. He appeared like a demonic god incarnate, exuding overwhelming power and dominance.

With a clang, a black halberd materialized in his hand, heavy as a mountain, its oppressive weight threatening to collapse the void itself. It was as dark as ink, seemingly capable of devouring one's very soul like a black hole.

This was the renowned Great Desolation Halberd, forged by the Old Peng King in the Great Desolation and his lifelong companion. It was the most famous formidable weapon wielded by a Saint Lord-level figure in the Eastern Wasteland.

The moment the black Great Desolation Halberd manifested, it unleashed a pervasive, bloody aura, as if an ancient malevolent spirit had reemerged to witness the light of day, accompanied by the struggling and wailing of countless souls. These were the anguished cries of the heroic spirits slaughtered by the Great Desolation Halberd, the untold number of lives whose blood it had consumed. It was, without question, an utterly brutal and domineering demonic weapon.

Unparalleled killing intent erupted, reminiscent of a primordial dragon emerging from the Eight Desolations, capable of twisting heaven and earth and cleaving the sky with a roar. This black, ominous halberd exuded boundless murderous intent, striking fear into the hearts of all who beheld it.

This was clearly not the first iteration of the weapon they had previously witnessed. With all its seals now broken, its true form was revealed, enveloped by the lamentations of millions of tormented souls.

"Die!"

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King wielded the black halberd, striking downwards. A devastating black tide surged forth, like a malevolent deity unleashed from the depths of hell.

The very fabric of heaven and earth was instantly shattered, resembling a tattered painting flapping wildly in a storm. The Great Desolation Halberd proved utterly indestructible and invincible. It barely resembled a mere weapon; rather, it manifested as a self-contained black realm, as if entire worlds were colliding, causing the boundless void to collapse, seemingly intent on destroying existence itself.

Ye Fan hastily met the attack with his Dragon-Patterned Black-Gold Saint Spirit Sword. His long sword swept across the sky, deflecting the onslaught of the peerless weapon with metallic clangs, sending sparks showering and dispersing the clouds in the heavens.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King sneered from high above, relentlessly hacking downwards with the black Great Desolation Halberd. This was no ordinary assault; the weapon itself contained the profound principles of the Great Dao.

"Boom!"

The halberd transformed into a colossal black demonic dragon, as vast as a mountain range, instantly toppling several mountains below. It opened its cavernous, blood-red maw and lunged to engulf Ye Fan. This formidable weapon wove together the very rules of heaven and earth. When wielded, it unleashed boundless might, capable of launching autonomous and unparalleled attacks.

Clang, clang, clang...

Ye Fan continuously swung his holy sword, hacking at the terrifying demonic dragon, sending sparks flying and transforming the sky into a chaotic maelstrom.

"That birdman's weapon is simply too potent," Li Heishui sighed. "It seals the Old Peng King's undying battle intent, and the interwoven rules of heaven and earth are focused purely on slaughter. It's incredibly difficult to resist."

The Great Desolation Halberd, imbued with an undying will for slaughter, acted like a black true dragon held in the divine Peng's grasp, piercing through heaven and earth, obliterating everything in its path. The murderous aura emanating from the Great Desolation Halberd shattered the mountains below, a truly terrifying sight. Any ordinary young master facing this attack would be reduced to a bloody pulp with a single strike.

"This birdman genuinely has cause for arrogance; he can already wield such a formidable weapon even in the Dragon Transformation realm. He truly is a difficult opponent!" The Big Black Dog also revealed a solemn expression.

Many observers realized that the Golden-Winged Little Peng King intended to first deplete Ye Fan's immense combat power. Given the Saint Body's unparalleled physical strength, he aimed to exhaust Ye Fan to death.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan then manifested another phenomenon, "Immortal King Descending to Nine Heavens," instantly transforming his aura. He merged with the Immortal King, standing on the ninth heaven, as a sea of suffering emerged accompanied by a green lotus, magnifying his essence by many folds.

Clang, clang, clang...

The two warriors clashed, their battle raging from the heavens to the earth. Mountains were cleaved, and vast canyons were filled, only for them to soar back into the firmament to continue their struggle.

"The Saint Body is so incredibly powerful; he has fought the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, who wields a peerless weapon, for five hundred rounds!" Many were astonished; the battle between them was incredibly fierce, evenly matched, and fiercely contested. A full half an hour had already passed.

"The Golden-Winged Little Peng King is also terrifying. While he shows no signs of being consumed by the formidable weapon, it clearly demands immense mental exertion from him." People were astounded by their combat prowess, and many felt a profound sense of dread. As members of the younger generation themselves, they knew that confronting either combatant would likely result in being torn asunder instantly.

While Ye Fan's Dragon-Patterned Black-Gold Saint Spirit Sword was sufficiently robust, the principles it wove were incomplete. Conversely, though the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's Great Desolation Halberd was not forged from a sacred artifact, the Great Dao principles it contained were remarkably complete. Their clash was like needle points against blades, shaking the earth and cleaving dozens of mountains in a terrifying display, yet neither could gain a decisive advantage.

"Enough! I've had enough of this!" the Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared, suddenly retracting the Great Desolation Halberd and unleashing his supreme divine art.

"Boom!"

One of his massive golden hands instantly shattered a mountain peak. His energy surged like a rainbow, and with a mighty roar, the rivers and mountains in all directions trembled, and countless leaves scattered wildly.

The Supreme Heavenly Peng Dragon-Grappling Art!

This was his most potent killing technique, one he had been unable to unleash before due to previous restrictions, a fact that had deeply vexed him. This art could only be manifested upon reaching the fourth secret realm. Now, having advanced into the Dragon Transformation realm, the sheer terror of this technique was unimaginable!

It must be acknowledged that this was truly an astonishing sacred art, a treasured technique passed down through the Heavenly Peng tribe's bloodline. It could manifest as a grand phenomenon or be refined into a devastating combat art. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was keenly aware that the Saint Body suppressed all phenomena. Thus, he chose not to manifest the Dragon-Grappling Diagram, but instead transformed it into the Dragon-Grappling Sacred Art!

A colossal Heavenly Peng materialized behind him, golden light piercing the heavens. It was as immense as a mountain, its cold eyes opening to instill terror. Like a demonic god, it exuded an overwhelming murderous aura. The moment the Supreme Heavenly Peng Dragon-Grappling Sacred Art was unleashed, winds shifted, clouds swirled, heaven and earth lost their vibrancy, and an endless, terrifying aura permeated the air.

At this moment, its mysterious veil was lifted. This was a flawless sacred art; the saints of the Heavenly Peng tribe had used it in ancient times to defeat countless mighty overlords. It moved in perfect concert with the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, as if fused with him, and a true dragon coiled between its talons, serving as its weapon.

"Shriek!"

As the Golden-Winged Little Peng King moved, the divine Peng behind him mirrored the action. Its colossal golden talons tore through the fabric of heaven and earth, lunging towards Ye Fan, poised to battle all life and slaughter every hero in the world.

"Clang!"

Ye Fan swung his golden fist, striking upwards with ferocious might. It collided with the divine Peng's colossal talon, unleashing an earth-shattering clang that caused the surrounding mountains to quake. Many onlookers retreated in pain, the powerful soundwave nearly rupturing their eardrums and leaving their heads ringing.

"Bang!"

Ye Fan fiercely contended with the divine Peng, countering the Supreme Heavenly Peng Dragon-Grappling Art, his golden fist shattering the void.

"He's actually confronting this supreme sacred art with only his physical body!"

"This combat sacred art once annihilated several human saints in ancient times; it's utterly terrifying, yet he dares to confront it head-on..." People were astonished as Ye Fan battled the divine Peng bare-handed, fighting the Golden-Winged Little Peng King. This sacred art was evolving a Dao Fruit, making it incredibly terrifying. The divine Peng was a manifestation of the Dao, moving in accordance with the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's will, intent on slaying all living beings.

"Let's see how long you can hold out," the Golden-Winged Little Peng King stated grimly. "Once my cultivation is sufficient, I can even slay Saints, let alone you!"

The Supreme Heavenly Peng Dragon-Grappling Sacred Art became even more fearsome. A true dragon now coiled among the golden Peng's talons; the two entities merged, sealing and annihilating everything. Ye Fan felt immense pressure. This sacred art was undeniably terrifying, and relying solely on his physical body to resist would undoubtedly lead to severe disadvantage. The golden divine Peng, as tall as a mountain, gazed down at Ye Fan with cold eyes. Each swing of its colossal talon seemed to rend the very fabric of creation, and the true dragon merged with it, seamlessly covering any weaknesses.

"Buzz!"

Ye Fan was forced to employ the Dou Zhan Saint Method; otherwise, he would be in grave danger. His entire body shimmered like a golden rainbow, and divine light surged skyward.

"Clang!"

With both hands, he materialized a colossal coffin, wreathed in mist, which emitted an earth-shattering sound as it flew towards the mountain-sized Heavenly Peng. The coffin lid separated from the main body, intending to capture the divine Peng. The terrifying pressure it exuded was daunting.

"This is utterly outrageous!" Many spectators stared in disbelief, finding it inconceivable.

"Little Ye Zi is too devious; he's deliberately trying to infuriate them," even Li Heishui mumbled.

Everyone had misunderstood Ye Fan. He was manifesting the coffin from the "Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin" technique, feeling that it held a profound Dao rhythm, and intended to use it to suppress the Supreme Heavenly Peng.

"Clang!"

The mountain-sized divine Peng was indeed drawn inside, and even the true dragon couldn't escape. However, the moment the coffin lid closed, an earth-shattering roar erupted. The Supreme Heavenly Peng spread its wings and struck the heavens, instantly shattering the bronze coffin and bursting forth. The true dragon, in turn, shredded the remaining fragments of the coffin, utterly destroying everything.

"This is a supreme sacred art; you cannot dispel it!" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King sneered grimly, his perfectly white teeth appearing sinister.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Fan offered no reply, striking again. The Dou Zhan Saint Method was infinitely mutable, yet under the myriad watchful eyes, he found it difficult to achieve its ultimate transformative sublimation. Their life-and-death battle intensified, sacred combat art against sacred formula. They fought for a staggering fifteen hundred rounds. Even Ye Fan was deeply awed, having never anticipated the Heavenly Peng tribe's supreme sacred art to be so formidable.

"It's comparable to Hua Yunfei's 'A Single Thought Blooms, Ruling the World'—a truly peerless supreme sacred art. Fortunately, he doesn't possess the Myriad Transformations Sacred Formula!" Ye Fan grew increasingly alarmed with each exchange.

The two engaged in a ferocious struggle, having now battled for two thousand five hundred rounds. The red sun had already dipped below the horizon, and this conflict was even more intense and protracted than his previous encounter with Hua Yunfei.

"This Golden-Winged Little Peng King truly possesses unparalleled valor and strength!" Many onlookers were shocked.

"The Saint Body is equally terrifying; they are perfectly matched!" All spectators exclaimed in admiration.

As everyone compared their own combat power to that of the two combatants, they felt a chilling dread, their arrogance completely dissipating. Before such an audience, Ye Fan could not unleash the "Jie" word secret, unwilling to expose his ultimate trump card. Nevertheless, he did not wish to prolong the struggle. They had already exchanged nearly three thousand blows, marking the longest and most arduous battle he had faced since his emergence.

At that moment, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King sneered, "Is that all you're capable of? Then allow me to send you on your way!"

"Damn it, that birdman still has a supreme sacred art he hasn't revealed!" Li Heishui exclaimed, alarmed.

"First Form of the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art!" the Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared, his golden hair swirling wildly. He seemed to transform into a celestial demonic deity, divine light ascending to the heavens! The golden Heavenly Peng shrunk, completely fusing with him, transforming him into an embodiment of the Dao itself! A dazzling, lifelike golden divine Peng appeared between his eyebrows. With a casual flick of his hand, the mountain ahead instantly crumbled, his combat power now truly earth-shattering!

"Boom!"

Ye Fan felt the most terrifying premonition of death, rapidly retreating with a look of shock. His opponent's combat power had suddenly magnified many times over.

"My heavens, it truly is the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art!"

"Legend says this is a supreme sacred formula created specifically for slaying Saints!"

"I understand now! The Old Peng King explored a ruin and obtained not only the true blood of the Heavenly Peng but also this supreme sacred formula!" Not long ago, the crowd learned that the Golden-Winged Little Peng King had purified his physical body with the true blood of the Heavenly Peng. Now, everything clicked into place; this was the preparation for cultivating the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art. Ye Fan had just been feeling fortunate that his opponent lacked Hua Yunfei's Myriad Transformations Sacred Formula, yet to his shock, a supreme sacred formula designed specifically for slaying Saints had emerged!

Now, with no avenue for retreat, Ye Fan was utterly cornered. The Dou Zhan Saint Method had to undergo its ultimate sublimation. "Boom!"

Ye Fan used the Dou Zhan Saint Method to manifest Tai Chi, causing heaven and earth to crumble. He pushed his combat power to its absolute limit, his golden blood boiling.

"Boom!"

A Yin fish and a Yang fish intertwined, forming a Tai Chi diagram that pulsed with the aura of the Great Dao, causing the entire realm to tremble. Ye Fan shook both hands, and the Yin and Yang fish simultaneously surged skyward, exhaling true Yang and true Yin. They underwent ultimate sublimation, each carrying a diagram of the Great Dao, as supreme Yang and supreme Yin merged into one!

"Rumble!"

The Dou Zhan Saint Method, manifesting the Great Dao of Tai Chi, clashed head-on with the first form of the Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was instantly sent flying, spitting blood and trembling uncontrollably.

"What?! The Heavenly Demon Saint-Slaying Art, capable of slaying Saints, was actually suppressed? How did the Saint Body accomplish this?" People were utterly shocked.