Chapter 468: Slaying the Roc

The Heavenly Demon Slayer Scripture was infamous. Created by a Saint of the Sky-Peng Clan, it emerged specifically to slay human Saints and became a bloody terror in ancient times. Merely mentioning this sacred art caused everyone on Earth to blanch.

It was supposed to have vanished over a hundred thousand years ago, buried in the dust of history, but unexpectedly, it has re-emerged today!

"Cough..." The Golden-Winged Little Peng King coughed up blood repeatedly. Golden light shimmered around his imposing body, and a wild glint flickered in his eyes as he stared intently at Ye Fan.

He had not anticipated that the unparalleled Slayer Scripture would fail to kill Ye Fan; instead, it had severely wounded him. This outcome was incredibly difficult for him to accept.

"Clang!" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King spat out the last mouthful of blood, straightened his body, and a cruel expression settled on his face, his teeth gleaming stark white and sinister. "You've exceeded my expectations," he declared, "but you will still die. That was merely the first form of the Heavenly Demon Slayer Scripture!"

Like a blood-soaked Asura, his fighting spirit surged and his killing intent shook the heavens. Golden energy billowed around his body, and his eyes glowed with a chilling intensity, like cold lightning.

"The Old Peng King truly had a great stroke of luck! To think he actually reacquired his clan's supreme sacred art by exploring that ruin."

"With the Sky-Peng Clan once again possessing this supreme sacred scripture, few will dare to provoke them in the future. It's an invisible deterrent!"

"The Doomsday Sacred Body is utterly terrifying. What sacred art did he unleash that could actually suppress the Slayer Scripture? It's astonishing! He must have studied some ancient scripture!"

No one could remain calm. Everyone's faces were etched with astonishment, their hearts pounding as they stared fixedly at the two masters in the arena.

A cold glint flashed in Ye Fan's eyes. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was still alive, his vitality incredibly robust. Among the younger generation, he possessed the most formidable physical body, second only to Ye Fan himself.

"Heavenly Demon Slayer Scripture, Second Form!" the Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared.

A blinding light ripped through the heavens and earth. A golden peng bird, transformed into a human figure, strode forth from the distant horizon, holding a scepter.

Invisible killing intent surged like a tidal wave, and terrifying fluctuations erupted like a volcano. This chilling golden figure, with a peng head and human body, resembled a supreme king, gazing imperiously across the vast wilderness.

He appeared to walk from an ancient land; each step made the mountains and rivers tremble. He exerted an immense, incomparable pressure that left everyone gasping for breath.

This was the Heavenly Demon Slayer Scripture's second form, manifesting a golden king's body that strode purposefully forward, pressing down on Ye Fan as killing intent swept in all directions.

"Boom!" He swung his scepter, bringing it down to sever mountains and rivers, shattering the sky. Like a true deity, he possessed an irresistible might.

Golden energy waves, like a surging mountain torrent or an ocean striking the heavens, converged into an boundless great wave, surging forward and burying Ye Fan beneath them.

This was a terrifying offensive art, an irresistible ultimate strike. It was as if a Saint had made a move; mortals were like ants, utterly powerless to reverse the situation.

Ye Fan's heart grew solemn. Employing the Old Madman's footwork, he decisively retreated, shielding himself with his golden sea of suffering and holding a green lotus to block.

"Clang clang clang!" Golden divine light rained down around Ye Fan like an endless shower. Each strike pierced through the void, possessing astonishing destructive power.

Everyone was awestruck. That golden figure truly resembled an ancient demon god; each swing of its scepter unleashed an endless torrent of terrifying light.

Every ray of divine light pierced through the void, transforming it into a desolate expanse. Its attacking power was unmatched in the world!

This was not a singular attack, but thousands of light rays raining down simultaneously, all converging on Ye Fan, making evasion impossible.

"The terrifying Heavenly Demon Slayer Scripture truly lives up to its name. With such a sacred art unleashed, how many among the younger generation could possibly contend?"

"In ancient times, Saints perished, their blood staining the heavens and earth; it was precisely this sacred art that caused it. Truly terrifying!"

At this moment, even the pupils of the Yaoguang Holy Son flickered with light. He stared fixedly, as if able to pierce through space and time to discern the origin of everything.

Unconsciously, the divine light emanating from his body intensified significantly, almost transforming into countless distinct worlds, each one incredibly clear.

With no further retreat possible, Ye Fan stopped. His Fighting Saint Method sublimated to its utmost, as he began to evolve his own 'Dao' to resist this terrifying God-Slaying sacred art.

At this moment, he was devoid of joy or sorrow, his mind free of distractions. He seemed utterly detached, his heart in an ethereal state, as he slowly pushed his hands forward as if embracing the moon.

The Great Dao of Taiji manifested behind him. His hands rotated, one dark as ink, the other pure white as jade, tracing the very path of the Dao.

His hands transformed into the Yin-Yang divine points of the Great Dao of Taiji, representing True Yin and True Yang!

Within the Taiji diagram, the Yang aspect gives birth to a point of Yin, and the Yin aspect gives birth to a point of Yang—a manifestation of the Dao's ultimate transformation.

At this moment, his hands embodied those very points of True Yin and True Yang, evolving the origin and destination of the Dao, representing an eternal and unchanging law.

His left hand, representing True Yin and dark as ink, pressed into the void. With a thunderous roar, a colossal black hole appeared.

Nothing could be seen in that area; it swallowed all light. No one could perceive its depths, and the souls of those watching felt as if they were being pulled in, leaving them utterly horrified.

Ye Fan's left hand, transformed into True Yin, collapsed the void, evolving a black hole that devoured the endless rain of light. Thousands of offensive sacred arts could not harm him.

"You can't break this! I will sever your living soul!" the Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared, the wild glint in his eyes intensifying.

"Boom!" In front of him, the figure resembling an ancient deity grew even clearer. A crown appeared on its peng head, bestowing upon it an inviolable majesty.

The golden scepter in its hand emitted millions of holy rays, dazzling beyond measure, like a sun embedded within it.

This figure violently swung the scepter, and countless deadly divine lights transformed into raging rivers, surging forward in unison.

Endless brilliance and overwhelming splendor filled the view. Thousands of golden rivers pierced through the void, rushing towards Ye Fan, obliterating everything in their path.

Everyone felt suffocated, their bodies trembling as they rapidly retreated. This was a fear originating from the very essence of life, spreading inexorably.

Golden energy waves erupted, each imbued with the Great Dao of Killing. Heavenly and earthly laws intertwined and surged, while an aura of destruction permeated the air.

Ye Fan endured immense pressure; his bones audibly cracked. The black hole generated by his ink-black left hand was on the verge of collapse. It felt as if mountains were crushing him; any other cultivator would have long been reduced to a pulp, yet even his formidable physical body groaned under the strain.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Ye Fan's mouth. This was not a deceptive act to mislead others, but a genuine injury inflicted by immense power.

"Boom!" The Heavenly Demon Slayer Scripture, terrifying to the extreme, had once caused rivers of blood to flow across the land, making Saints bleed across the sky and perish.

Endless light became the sole presence in the heavens and earth, submerging Ye Fan, tearing him apart, and reducing him to shattered bone and bloody pulp.

"Heavenly Demon Slayer Scripture, Third Form!" the Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared, causing the surrounding mountains to tremble violently.

At this critical moment, he unleashed the third form, combining it with the previous one. It was utterly devastating, even more terrifying than before!

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King exerted all his strength, unleashing the unparalleled sacred art, determined to utterly annihilate Ye Fan. Only through this intense battle did he truly comprehend how terrifying the Sacred Body was.

He had to go all out. He didn't want to give Ye Fan a single chance, aiming to utterly destroy his form and spirit in one swift blow, ensuring he could never rise again.

"The Heavenly Demon Slayer Scripture's third form has been unleashed!"

"Legend has it that this form always draws a Saint's blood. Even ancient Saints would fall!"

The crowd gasped, their eyes wide, nervously observing the unfolding events. They had not anticipated that the Golden-Winged Little Peng King possessed such a heaven-defying technique.

If he were to continue growing and fully comprehend this supreme Slayer Scripture, he would undoubtedly become another Saint-slayer in the future, unrivaled throughout the world!

"Boom!" Ye Fan was struck as if by lightning, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. This was an incredibly arduous battle; he had not expected his opponent's sacred art to be so terrifying.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King truly possessed the means to stand above all young heroes. Once the Heavenly Demon Slayer Scripture was unleashed, who could possibly contend?

Ye Fan struggled desperately. His left hand, dark as ink, represented the True Yin of the Great Dao, manifesting a black hole. His right hand, pure white as jade, represented True Yang, but at this moment, it was slow to manifest anything.

"Boom!" Nine successive great waves struck. Portions of Ye Fan's body began to crack, and even his formidable physical form was rapidly being ravaged by the overwhelming magical power.

Boundless Great Dao laws were contained within the Heavenly Demon Slayer Scripture's third form. The black hole could not entirely swallow and absorb them, leaving Ye Fan repeatedly injured and coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.

"The Slayer Scripture is too terrifying; it's irresistible!"

"The legend is indeed true! The third form of the Heavenly Demon Slayer Scripture always draws Saint blood. While Ye Fan is not a Saint, he possesses a Sacred Body, so the prophecy remains unbroken."

"Dong!" Ye Fan's body violently shook. He found it impossible to dodge as the heavens and earth were saturated with Dao laws and the bloody aura of Saint-slaying, giving him a sense of impending doom.

Having fought many battles, this was the first time he felt such an ominous premonition. The Slayer Scripture seemed to be specifically targeting him!

"Cough..." He continuously coughed up blood. It was the first time he had sustained such severe injuries in a battle; this was an incredibly difficult and perilous fight!

Everyone watched with tense anticipation. This single form might determine life or death, victory or defeat. Many felt that Ye Fan could not possibly hold on much longer.

"Life... uh... life..." At this most critical juncture, Ye Fan's heart surprisingly settled into peace. His right hand, pure white and representing True Yang, continuously flickered.

He cast aside all distractions, his mind becoming ethereal, and time seemed to stand still. Suddenly, brilliant divine light shot from his eyes, and he instantly understood everything.

"Boom!" His right hand, representing True Yang, erupted with a brilliance exceeding ten suns. He pressed it powerfully into the void, then brought it to collide with the black hole generated by his left hand.

"Rumble!" This expanse of heaven and earth shattered. The sky seemed to be ripped open, and the earth appeared to sink forever. Everything ceased to exist.

The colossal collision of True Yin and True Yang, an ultimate manifestation of the Taiji divine diagram, allowed Ye Fan to comprehend many rules of the Dao during this life-or-death battle.

In this arduous death battle, although he was nearly torn apart by the Heavenly Demon Slayer Scripture, he gained immensely. He comprehended many things and, for the first time, began to evolve some of his own "Dao."

"Boom!" Terrifying energy erupted continuously. Golden blood flowed from Ye Fan's entire body; he was severely wounded, yet he smiled, revealing a mouthful of pearly white teeth.

"Ah..." Across from him, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King cried out in anguish. The third form of the Heavenly Demon Slayer Scripture had been shattered, and the crowned deity before him instantly disintegrated.

He himself suffered a horrific impact. In an instant, his body was pierced by the True Yin and True Yang, leaving seven or eight bloodied holes that went clear through.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King, majestic and imposing, his body drenched in blood, fell backward, his hair flying wildly. His golden pupils were filled with rage as he was sent hurtling backward by the terrifying energy impact.

"Heavenly Demon Barrier..." he roared, desperate to unleash the fourth form!

Ye Fan sneered, leaving an afterimage behind as he charged forward. He would never simply allow his opponent to unleash another attack.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King retreated at extreme speed, but Ye Fan still caught up, the Old Madman's footwork proving to be subtly superior.

"Buzz!" Ye Fan's golden hand slammed down. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's Heavenly Demon Slayer Scripture was forcibly interrupted, and he once again spat out blood, forced into passive resistance.

"Clang!" The two clashed fiercely. Their physical bodies directly contended for the first time, emitting dazzling light.

"Ah..." The Golden-Winged Little Peng King cried out. It was evident he suffered a significant loss in this clash; his right hand was almost deformed, and his body was covered in blood, riddled with numerous wounds.

"Puff!" Ye Fan surged forward, unleashing all his power, overpowering the Golden-Winged Little Peng King. He delivered a continuous barrage of heavy blows, giving his opponent no chance.

In the distance, everyone was stunned. This was a battle to the death; the great conflict was about to conclude!

"Clang," "Clang..." A tragic, colossal collision. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared, his golden hair standing on end, furious to the extreme.

"Kill!" Ye Fan roared, having long since entered a state of true rage. He twisted the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's arm, possessing the momentum to swallow mountains and rivers whole!

"Ah...!" Ye Fan roared, shaking the heavens and earth, as he tore with immense force.

"Puff..." Blood splattered as he forcibly ripped off the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's right arm. Peng blood stained the sky!