Chapter 470: Heavenly Immortal from Beyond the Sky

Chapter 474: Immortal from Beyond the Heavens

A life-or-death showdown, the pinnacle battle of the younger generation, Ye Fan cleaved the Golden-Winged Little Peng King in two!

Blood splattered everywhere; he was drenched in the Peng King's blood, standing in the void, even his hair stained crimson. Like a blood-soaked Asura, he inspired dread.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's body was torn into two halves, his internal organs spilling out. It was extremely gory, and he was completely crippled.

Everyone's expressions changed. The once invincible Golden-Winged Little Peng King had actually met such a tragic end!

Originally a top figure among the younger generation, he emerged as a youth, displaying outstanding talent, forceful and overbearing. He dominated the Eastern Wasteland for ten years, unrivaled among his peers, yet in the end, he met such a sorrowful fate.

Feng Huang's eyes, like water, were filled with shock. She could barely believe any of it; the unruly Golden-Winged Little Peng King had been defeated so completely.

Zhao Fa's face was rigid, and he was deeply shaken. Both the Golden-Winged Little Peng King and Ye Fan possessed heaven-defying abilities, and such a confrontation sent shivers down his spine.

On the other side, Yao Xi's expression was incredibly complex. Such a Sacred Body made her uneasy. So powerful, it exceeded her expectations. He held a "leverage" over her, which she had always wanted to retrieve but couldn't.

The Purple Mansion Saint Son, the Myriad Beginning Saint Son, the Jade Lake Saintess, and others, though their expressions were unreadable, it was hard to say if their hearts were calm.

Ye Fan, after cleaving the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, was bleeding profusely all over. He himself was not lightly wounded. The Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art, unparalleled in the world and an extraordinary sacred technique, had left many horrifying wounds on his body.

The two battled for nearly five thousand rounds before a victor emerged. This was the most arduous battle he had faced since his emergence; he had almost perished here.

If not for a crucial moment, when he comprehended some of his own "Dao" and perfectly evolved it through the Fighting Saint Art, he would truly have ended in bitter defeat.

"Kill me! Ah..." the Golden-Winged Little Peng King cried out, all hope extinguished. His powerful physical body had been crippled by Ye Fan—a fatal blow.

At this moment, only his head remained relatively intact; his body had been completely torn into two by Ye Fan.

Ye Fan made no move, remaining silent. He felt a pair of cold eyes staring at him, with killing intent penetrating to his very bones.

This was a terrifying will. Those eyes seemed able to pierce through nothingness; a single thought from them could make blood flow like rivers and corpses pile up into mountains on the earth!

It was as if a peerless divine lord had descended, standing on the clouds, overlooking the vast earth, staring coldly at Ye Fan, radiating killing intent.

He couldn't see the person, but he knew it must be the Old Peng King, whose fierce reputation was known throughout the world and who was greatly feared by all the Saint Lords!

Ye Fan felt the supreme Dao aura of the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art. It was immeasurably more terrifying than that of the Golden-Winged Little Peng King; a single thought from it could turn millions of living beings on earth into corpses!

The Old Peng King had dominated the world, forcing even the Saint Lords to retreat. He was a peerless overlord of his generation, looking down upon the Eastern Wasteland, finding no match!

Now that he had obtained the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art, how truly powerful he was, outsiders could hardly predict.

"Give me a quick death! Kill me, if I die by your hand like this, I'll have no regrets!" the Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared.

Ye Fan indeed hated him intensely. Every time they met, this arrogant bird-man would provoke him, repeatedly trying to suppress him. This battle had been destined long ago.

However, seeing him in such utter despair and acting so fiercely at this moment, Ye Fan suddenly felt that this hateful bird-man was somewhat straightforward.

In a sense, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King was much more agreeable than the scheming Hua Yunfei, and much more guileless than the Saint Son of Shaking Light, whose motives were unclear.

Hua Yunfei, Yao Xi, the various Saint Sons... whether good or bad, none of these people would openly appear this way. Only the Golden-Winged Little Peng King dared to confront him directly in a life-or-death battle.

Heh.

Ye Fan finally moved. His right hand swept across, cutting off the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's head. He held it in his hand as the torn body gushed blood and fell from the sky.

The crowd was in an uproar. Ye Fan had, after all, crippled the Golden-Winged Little Peng King. His True Peng Form was destroyed, all his cultivation gone. From then on, there would be no more Little Peng King in the world!

"A prodigy of his generation, a king, has simply become a thing of the past."

"Alas, he soared across the world and could have become a supreme demonic lord of his generation, yet he met such an end..."

Not a single person was unmoved. The illustrious Golden-Winged Little Peng King had met such a dismal end.

Everyone said he might walk the path of a Great Emperor. He indeed did not disappoint, challenging immortals and suppressing elder powerhouses.

Unfortunately, he encountered the Doomed Sacred Body. This was a truly deserving figure who could contend with a young Great Emperor. In the end, he still met a sorrowful defeat.

"Kill me, give me a quick death!" the Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared with his divine sense. Tears actually rolled down his eyes.

Everyone was deeply moved. This unruly young king was actually shedding tears; one could imagine the despair in his heart at that moment.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts. The threat of the Sacred Body was too great. Looking across the Eastern Wasteland, the number of people among the younger generation who could contend with him was probably less than a handful.

The only thing that made them fortunate was that Ye Fan didn't have much life left, only half a month of lifespan remained. To survive, he would have to cripple his own cultivation.

However, many people still had doubts. Was such a powerful combatant truly a dying man? They muttered inwardly.

But it was known to all that Ye Fan's source had been damaged by the Grand Dao. Even the peerless Divine King risking his life to save him had yielded no results. They didn't believe Ye Fan could heal himself.

Because all the Saint Lords had already declared that the Sacred Body had reached a dead end and could not recover, unless a world-shaking miracle occurred.

"I originally didn't want to kill Brother Peng, but he forced my hand. Please, Senior, save him," Ye Fan transmitted his voice into the void.

He felt a peerless killing intent, as if a deity was looking down on him, ready to unleash divine punishment and a thunderous strike upon him at any moment!

However, Ye Fan was not afraid. He secretly transmitted a message to the Black Sovereign to set up the formation patterns of the Void Great Emperor. At worst, he would take this head and flee far from the Eastern Wasteland, never to return.

But he was somewhat unwilling. The Nine Secrets were scattered across the Eastern Wasteland, and one of them was at the Sacred Cliff. He really didn't want to leave the Eastern Wasteland right now.

In the void, a figure walked step by step. The heavens and earth pulsed with his movements; this was the rhythm of the Grand Dao!

Everyone was horrified. This was an incredible existence. His figure solidified from a blur, walking like a god.

The renowned Old Peng King had appeared. After cultivating the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art, his divine aura made all the Saint Lords even more alarmed.

He was powerfully built, dressed in golden Daoist robes. His face was expressionless, his long golden hair swayed without wind, and his gaze was like two sharp swords. He seemed to merge with the heavens and earth.

As soon as the peerless Demon King appeared, other great figures also emerged one after another. It was the Wind Clan Saint Lord's grand birthday celebration, and numerous Saint Lord-level figures had arrived.

Everyone looked towards the arena, paying attention to the unfolding situation. Silence instantly descended; the sound of falling petals could be heard in the boundless mountains.

*Poof.*

The Old Peng King acted, pointing a finger. The Little Peng King's torn body instantly disintegrated, turning into a bloody mist. Everyone was startled. What did he mean by this? Destroying his own grandson's physical body was tantamount to completely extinguishing hope!

*Whoosh.*

The Old Peng King beckoned, and the head in Ye Fan's hand flew over, landing in his large hand.

"Do you know why you lost?" he asked, his expression calm.

"I..." The Golden-Winged Little Peng King groaned in pain, his eyes filled with a bloody glint.

"Enough, I'll personally send you on your way. In the past, I spoiled you too much, wasting your talent," the Old Peng King's words were calm, his eyes profoundly deep. He raised his hand and aimed a finger at the head.

"Brother Peng, don't do this!" The Wind Clan Saint Lord exclaimed in surprise, raising a hand to block him.

Beside them, others were even more shocked. Everyone knew that the Old Peng King was extremely domineering and fiercely protective of his own. He doted on his prodigy grandson the most. They never expected him to personally kill him now.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was stirred by the killing intent. He sobered up, as if enlightened, quickly becoming calm. His eyes dimmed slightly, and he said nothing.

"Do you understand now?" The Old Peng King's finger pulsed with golden light. A single thrust forward would surely shatter the head into pieces.

"I understand," the Golden-Winged Little Peng King spoke calmly, disregarding the peril of life and death.

"You haven't completely disappointed me after all." The Old Peng King lifted the head. His golden Daoist robes fluttering, he strode away.

Ye Fan's heart trembled. This Old Peng King was truly extraordinary. No wonder he could dominate the world.

"Brother Peng, please wait. I have a sacred healing medicine here," the Wind Clan Saint Lord spoke. Such an incident occurring at his grand birthday celebration, he couldn't possibly ignore it.

"No need," the Old Peng King did not look back, vanishing with each step, about to disappear completely.

"If you cannot pass the nine trials set by my clan's Saint, you shall never emerge again." These were his final words.

"Does the Old Peng King want his grandson's life? The nine trials set by the ancient Saints—those who could pass them in the past tens of thousands of years are fewer than ten!"

"The Little Peng King is already crippled. What does he mean by doing this? Does he intend for him to cultivate for another lifetime?"

The cultivators present, whether old generation figures or the younger generation, were all inexplicably astonished.

"The Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art is indeed terrifying. Only four forms were displayed, and it was already like this. I truly don't know what kind of terrifying divine might the remaining five forms possess..."

Everyone's heart trembled. Ancient Saints lay dead, blood staining the earth. Those scenes seemed to still be appearing before their eyes; no one could calm down.

People couldn't help but look at Ye Fan. He had actually deciphered the first four forms of the Heavenly Demon Saint Art. Although he was on the verge of death, he ultimately succeeded. They truly didn't know how he did it. People tried to recall but found that sacred art unfathomable.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, secretly astonished by Ye Fan's methods. If he could survive, his future would be limitless. He could now dominate the younger generation.

Although he was dying, his prestige grew even stronger. With Yaoguang not appearing and the Divine King Body not manifesting, who could contend with him? This was truly his most accurate description at that moment!

The Wind Clan Saint Lord nodded at him, then raised his hand and tossed over a bottle of sacred healing medicine. He then turned and left. Other Saint Lord-level figures also vanished together.

A cool mountain wind blew. Ten thousand trees swayed, scattered leaves fluttered down. After the great battle, the boundless mountains were scarred and devastated, bearing the desolation of autumn.

Among the younger generation, whether Saint Sons or Saintesses, all felt a chill in their hearts. The Sacred Body's combat power made everyone incredibly apprehensive.

*Flash!*

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and killing intent pierced to the bone!

A faint phantom figure suddenly appeared beside Ye Fan. An iron sword swept across, stabbing towards Ye Fan's chest. It was too fast and too sudden.

Everyone's pupils contracted sharply. Many wondered to themselves that if it had been them, they definitely couldn't have dodged it and would have surely died.

*Clang!*

In that split second, Ye Fan smashed his golden fist onto the sword's edge. But a dreadful wound was still pierced into his chest, and golden blood flowed out.

*Shing!*

A sword's cold light illuminated the earth. Another figure flew in, white robes fluttering, like an immortal from beyond the heavens!

It was truly too fast, so fast that people couldn't react. A white-robed woman, as one with her sword, charged forward, the sword's edge aimed directly at Ye Fan's head.

There was no escaping. Everything was so sudden and swift; it had appeared out of thin air!