Chapter 469: Ancient Heroic Spirits

“Ah…” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared, his arm ripped off, blood gushing and staining half his body crimson.

He circulated his Primordial Qi, and his life essence boiled. From the stump of his arm, a golden, blood-red mist shot out, causing the void to collapse as if scorched. This was a destructive force!

Driven by a resolve to perish together, he forced Ye Fan to retreat. This self-destructive, mutually assured destruction method made him feel as if he were burning alive.

“Boom!”

An immense surge of magical power and overwhelming Dao patterns erupted, completely devastating the sky and turning it into a terrifying landscape.

Ye Fan was forced back as countless grand Dao principles pressed down on him. This was the power of the Dao, innate to the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s bloodline, a racial inherited talent.

The demon race is vastly different from the human race; their blood contains treasures left by their ancestors. Once activated and unleashed, these can manifest incredible power!

The more powerful the ancestors, the more terrifying the bloodline treasures left behind. Once displayed, they can unleash astonishing divine might, even creating the dreadful illusion of an ancient Heavenly Demon descending.

Ye Fan was confident of victory and didn't want to fight him to the death. There was no need to suffer severe injuries during the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's dying struggles, so he retreated over a hundred zhang.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's golden hair was matted with blood. He cried out in agony, his left hand clutching his severed arm, his eyes filled with disbelief.

“I actually lost an arm…”

He couldn't accept this reality; it was a harder blow than death itself. A nearly insane killing intent flared in his eyes as he roared, “I, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, will never be defeated!”

He let out a long howl to the sky, his golden hair standing on end. Terrifying divine light shot from his pupils, and his entire body pulsed with golden radiance like raging flames.

In the distance, everyone was utterly shocked. Ye Fan had torn off one of the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's arms with his bare hands, a result that chilled everyone to the bone.

The successors of many supreme sects showed unnatural expressions in their eyes. Such combat power sent shivers down their spines; even the "Heavenly Demon Slays Saint Art," a peerless divine technique, couldn't withstand the Sacred Body.

Some Holy Sons were extremely wary, their gazes icy. They felt a powerful threat; the Sacred Body's combat prowess made them very uneasy.

Feng Huang, with her slender and graceful figure, stood far off in the sky. Radiance flowed in her beautiful eyes, and her multi-colored mask emitted a soft light, concealing her face, so her expression was unknown. However, from the flickering light in her eyes, one could discern that she was shaken, and her mind seemed far from calm.

The Shaking Light Holy Son remained calm, holy light flowing through his body. His eyes were like deep pools, and he stood motionless in the void, his thoughts unknown.

“Ah…” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King shrieked, his roars shaking mountains and rivers. Having lost an arm, he had gone completely mad.

“Heavenly Demon Slays Saint Art—Fourth Form!”

He roared furiously to the sky, his body surging with golden blood-qi, as if standing in a golden ocean. Terrifying energy surged like massive waves, rising to the heavens. His wild hair whipped around him, making him resemble a wounded demon king.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King had completely unleashed himself, forcefully manifesting the Fourth Form of the Saint-Slaying Art with his crippled body. He still intended to annihilate Ye Fan, his boundless killing intent not diminishing in the slightest!

“Do you still have a chance?” Ye Fan sneered. This peerless divine art was indeed too terrifying, and he didn't want to passively endure it.

At that moment, he transformed into a streak of divine light and charged forward. His left hand embodied True Yin, his right hand True Yang, and he unleashed an overwhelming strike, forcefully interrupting the Saint-Slaying Art.

“Boom!”

This piece of heaven and earth instantly collapsed. A terrifying surge of energy billowed, like ten thousand waves crashing one after another.

“Rumble…”

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared in anger, but it was useless. Given his cultivation, activating the Fourth Form of the Heavenly Demon Slays Saint Art was already a great strain.

Now, Ye Fan unleashed such a dominant and destructive strike that nothing remained. With his mighty combat power, he annihilated everything.

“Bang!”

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was struck as if by a massive hammer. His bones groaned, and he spat blood. Forcefully interrupted, he suffered a backlash.

“Boom!”

At the same time, Ye Fan charged in, swinging his golden fist to smash. With unparalleled brute force, he shattered all resistance!

This was the Sacred Body, its unparalleled physical form demonstrated perfectly at this moment. Once he closed the distance, even the most powerful of the demon race, the Peng and Flood Dragon tribes, would meet a bitter end!

“Clang!”

Ye Fan's fist collided with the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's left palm, instantly twisting and deforming it. He couldn't block it at all.

“Kill…” Even so, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared, hacking wildly.

“Bang!”

Ye Fan landed eight consecutive punches, all on the deformed hand, causing him unbearable pain.

“Pfft!”

Ye Fan's ninth strike landed, and his golden fist instantly shattered the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's hand into a bloody mist.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared, opening his mouth to spew a golden energy beam. With a "Pfft," the void tore apart like flimsy paper.

Ye Fan dodged, his eyes cold and showing no mercy. In a battle of life and death, it was either him or his opponent. Softness would only lead to his own demise.

“Crack!”

Ye Fan moved both hands, gripping the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's heavily injured left arm. With a powerful tug, a large spray of blood rained down, accompanied by the sound of breaking bones.

Ye Fan twisted and tore off his left arm. Bone fragments and spurting blood splattered onto him, making him resemble a ruthless Asura.

“Bang!”

He threw a punch, causing the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's chest to cave in with a terrifying sound of cracking bones.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was beaten into an unrecognizable state, flying backward. His magnificent body, now armless, was almost incapable of resistance. Yet, at this very moment, he let out a cruel laugh.

His arrogance and callousness were horrifying, as if a god from hell had broken free of its shackles. He said chillingly, “I have finally succeeded! Heavenly Demon Slays Saint Art—Fourth Form!”

At this moment, everyone's heart pounded with dread, as if they had entered an apocalypse, on the verge of death and destruction. Every person trembled, many nearly collapsing to the ground, wanting to prostrate themselves.

In the endless mountains, all birds and beasts prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling, and bowing towards this direction!

Ye Fan's first instinct was that the shadow of death enveloped him. He decisively retreated, swiftly moving away from the area.

“It's useless, you can't escape!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's voice was utterly chilling.

One after another, phantoms flew down from the boundless sky, merging into his body. Two luminous arms appeared where his arms had been severed, lifelike and even more powerful.

“Ancient ancestors, heed my call! Heavenly Demons descend, merge with me, and slay all saints!”

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's voice was low and chilling like a demonic incantation, reverberating throughout this heaven and earth, causing the endless mountain ranges to rumble and shake.

Everyone was stunned. What kind of peerless sacred art was this Heavenly Demon Slays Saint Art? How could it be so strange!

“Boom!”

Terrifying fluctuations erupted like countless erupting volcanoes, or a sky-spanning tsunami sweeping across all directions. Heaven and earth trembled with their might!

A horrific scene unfolded: one towering, majestic figure after another descended and merged with the Golden-Winged Little Peng King.

Around him, bas-reliefs appeared, emanating an ancient, desolate aura, as if one had returned to primordial times.

“What is that?” people exclaimed.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King merged with the heroic figures, and his arms seemed to be reborn, incredibly real and brimming with power.

Around him, some of the bas-reliefs were stained with blood, terrifying in their appearance, as if narrating a past event.

“Clang!”

Golden battle armor covered his body, and a scepter appeared in his hand. He resembled a supreme monarch.

“Boom!”

More terrifying visions emerged. Shadows flickered around him, and horrific scenes from ancient times reappeared in the mortal world, passing through space and time.

“The Heavenly Demon Slays Saint Art possesses a demonic nature, summoning the ancient heroic spirits of the Heavenly Peng clan and recreating scenes from the past!”

“Those are ancient saints, fallen in pools of blood…”

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's body was covered by the battle armor, with only a pair of golden pupils visible, mesmerizing and chilling. He was enveloped in golden divine armor.

Beside him were figures whose hearts were pierced by golden scepters, people whose heads were torn off by Heavenly Pengs, and corpses sprawled at his feet…

These were all ancient saints, fallen in pools of blood, lying dead on the ground. Countless ages ago, they had died under the Heavenly Demon Slays Saint Art.

“Boom!”

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King wielded the golden scepter and charged towards Ye Fan. Boundless terrifying aura permeated the air. He was like a deity, every move embodying the grand Dao principles!

“Thump!”

Ye Fan was struck as if by lightning, spitting blood as he instantly flew backward. He felt the shadow of death envelop him.

“Too terrifying! This is only the Fourth Form of the Heavenly Demon Slays Saint Art; there are still five more forms! No wonder it dares to be named 'Saint-Slaying'!”

“The Golden-Winged Little Peng King can only use the first four forms, but even that is enough to look down on his peers. Who can stop him?!”

People's hearts pounded with fear.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's eyes were chillingly cold. Holding the scepter, he strode towards Ye Fan, his voice icy, “Can you still break this?”

“Boom!”

He swung the scepter down. The golden divine staff tore through the sky, and with every step he took, heaven and earth moved with him.

At the same time, an incredibly terrifying scene emerged: ancient saints lay dead, their blood flowing, fallen at his feet, making him appear utterly demonic.

“Did he really summon the ancient saints of the Heavenly Peng clan?!”

“That can't be right. Countless ages have passed; it's impossible for heroic spirits to still be summoned. Perhaps it's just a manifestation of the Grand Dao principles!”

People were filled with awe and shock.

“No one can stop my advance! You shall be executed!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King, covered in golden divine armor, his pupils as sharp as blades, brought the golden scepter down.

“Boom!”

Ye Fan was sent flying once more. The opponent's combat power was inexplicably strange, truly as if a deity possessed him, making him invincible!

At this point, he couldn't care about anything else. The Jie Character Secret of the Nine Secrets was about to be unleashed. The opponent's peerless sacred art was too terrifying; both the Dou Character Secret Art and the Jie Character Secret had to be used simultaneously!

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was unstoppable. Every move he made was a principle of the Grand Dao. Holding the scepter, he advanced with mighty strides, as if reigning over the world, with nothing able to stop him.

Ye Fan continuously coughed blood. Even he couldn't withstand such supreme divine might. If it were any other young prodigy, they would have already been utterly annihilated, completely unable to resist!

Ancient saints lay dead at his feet, their blood flowing, filling the Golden-Winged Little Peng King with savagery. His magnificent body was like a resurrected demon lord, appearing in the mortal world.

Ye Fan was anxious. He activated the Nine Secrets hundreds of times, yet without success. This random activation was indeed too passive.

During this process, he was almost bisected by the scepter, narrowly dodging it, and a terrifying wound appeared on his waist and abdomen.

This was the most dangerous battle he had faced since his life-and-death struggles began. At this moment, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King was almost invincible.

Ye Fan once again tried to activate the Jie Character Secret of the Nine Secrets, but it failed again, casting a shadow over his heart. His luck was too poor today; was Heaven trying to destroy him?

“What do you have to fight me with?” the Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared.

“Thump!”

The golden scepter descended like a collapsing sky. Heaven and earth crumbled. Ye Fan couldn't block it at all, instantly flying backward and spitting blood profusely once more.

Today, the activation of the Jie Character Secret was disastrous; it didn't activate even once!

Ye Fan could no longer afford to be distracted. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's speed was not much slower than his, only a hair's breadth difference. He arrived before Ye Fan like light and lightning, continuously striking.

At this moment, this young king of the Heavenly Peng clan, manifesting the Fourth Form of the Heavenly Demon Slays Saint Art, truly seemed like a Heavenly Demon descended to the world, completely different from before.

In this critical moment, unable to activate the Jie Character Secret, Ye Fan became strangely calm. He couldn't rely on luck for life or death; everything still depended on himself.

He began to seriously cultivate the Dou Character Secret Art, pushing this secret to its limits, achieving a sublimation of his own understanding of the Dao!

“A dying struggle, futile resistance! You have no chance at all!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King said chillingly, his teeth frightfully white.

“Bang!”

The golden scepter swept out, sending Ye Fan flying again. His body was covered in golden blood, and his bones were almost broken. If not for the Sacred Body, he would have died many times over.

“My Dao… my life and death…”

Ye Fan's left hand was as black as ink, representing True Yin, while his right hand was as translucent as white jade, representing True Yang. They continuously flickered, emitting terrifying fluctuations.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's gaze turned cold, and he attacked swiftly, giving Ye Fan no chance to fully unleash his technique. The Third Form of the Heavenly Demon Slays Saint Art had been broken by this very True Yin and True Yang, making him somewhat wary.

“Boom!”

Ye Fan was sent flying again, drenched in blood. Many terrifying wounds appeared on his body, almost piercing through his flesh.

“Too terrifying! The Heavenly Demon Slays Saint Art is truly peerless; even the Sacred Body can't endure it!”

“After this battle, who among the current generation will be able to contend with the Little Peng King?”

“What a pity, the Doomsday Sacred Body won't have a glorious end; it's destined for a bleak conclusion…”

People whispered amongst themselves, their hearts filled with dread.

“Dao! Dao! Dao!” Ye Fan roared, his hands still forming seals. One hand represented True Yin, the other True Yang. He shouted, “The Unconventional Dao!”

As the golden scepter swept down, at the precipice of life and death, a flash of insight struck him. He grasped a trajectory of the Grand Dao.

A Taiji Divine Diagram appeared behind him. His hands represented True Yin and True Yang, and his body suddenly curved like a dragon, transforming into the dividing line of Yin and Yang!

A true dragon's form, curving into a line—this was a trajectory of the Grand Dao!

“Swish!”

At this moment, Ye Fan broke through the limits of speed. His body transformed into that dragon-shaped curve—the trace of the Dao!

Nothing could stop him. He swept through everything, and all obstacles in his path were annihilated.

“Crack!”

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's scepter swung forward but was instantly severed by Ye Fan's body, which had transformed into the dragon-shaped trace of the Dao!

“What?! How is this possible? How did he do that?!” Everyone was utterly shocked.

“Boom!”

Ye Fan's body transformed into the most terrifying weapon in the mortal world, destroying everything in its path, impossible to block even for half a step!

“Splat!”

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was nearly cut in half at the waist. Ye Fan, transformed into the dragon-shaped trace of the Dao, brushed past him, severing more than half of his torso!

“Ah…”

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King screamed. His intestines spilled out, and blood gushed forth.

“Splat!”

Ye Fan, in his dragon-shaped curve, charged back again. This was the dividing line of the Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram, a tangible trace of the Grand Dao!

“Pfft!”

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's throat gushed blood; he was almost decapitated. The Fourth Form of the Heavenly Demon Slays Saint Art was completely broken. He swayed, on the verge of collapse, having lost all combat capability.

This time, Ye Fan's gains were immense. Amidst life and death, he comprehended such a Dao, perfectly manifesting it through the Dou Character Secret Art.

“Little Peng King, I'll send you on your way!”

Ye Fan closed in, grabbed his legs, and then pulled with all his might!

“Pfft!”

Blood spurted. Ye Fan literally tore the Golden-Winged Little Peng King in half!

Everyone was stunned. The two had battled for nearly five thousand rounds. In the end, the Sacred Body, on the brink of death, emerged victorious, tearing the Golden-Winged Little Peng King in two.

The dragon-shaped trajectory, now fully manifested.