Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 254: Chapter 259: Overpowering the Golden-Winged Little Peng King

BUZZ!

Ye Fan’s golden fist smashed down, like the hardest divine iron vibrating too rapidly, producing a piercing tremor. This was a burst of violent divine energy. Golden brilliance dyed the sky in splendor, as if a blazing sun had shattered in the air.

BANG!

The fierce and heavy golden fist slammed into the back of the Gold-winged Peng King’s chest, making him spit out a mouthful of blood laced with golden threads.

ROAR...

The Gold-winged Peng King howled, his wild hair flying and standing on end. His sturdy body, possessing a demonic nature, emitted ocean-like terrifying waves as he attempted to reverse his disadvantage. The Divine Roc spread its wings. Without turning, he swept out behind him, his right arm as heavy as a mountain, compressing space until it collapsed. One could hardly imagine such ferocious power.

CLANG!

Ye Fan’s golden fist struck, hitting the horizontally sweeping Roc arm, making a quaking metallic sound as if forging iron.

Their physical bodies were comparable to mountains, their strength reaching unbelievable levels. Swinging their fists and arms could twist space, possessing ultimate force.

WHOOSH!

A fierce gale surged. At the moment the Gold-winged Peng King turned, Ye Fan’s golden hand struck out like a Big Grinding Disc crashing down.

This strike was terrifying. The grinding disc-like hand, seemingly cast in gold, was full of destructive force, pressing down on space with a rumbling sound, its momentum intimidating.

SMACK!

It was absolutely unavoidable. This giant hand locked down the firmament, striking down solidly onto the Gold-winged Peng King, hitting half his body.

The Gold-winged Peng King was sent flying. Such a heavy blow, even someone as powerful as he was, couldn’t bear it. He sprayed blood, his golden hair disheveled, almost falling in the void.

Ye Fan held the upper hand and naturally didn’t want him to reverse the situation. Giving no chance at all, he launched successive Great Assault Techniques.

BANG!

The golden hand traversed the sky, severing the path ahead and slamming down. Always one step ahead, constantly on the offensive, this relentless assault nearly locked down the opponent, keeping him suppressed.

CLANG!

The Celestial Roc slashed across with its wings, trying to sever the golden hand. It attacked fiercely, dimming the void. This terrifying cleave drained all the energy of heaven and earth around it.

The Gold-winged Peng King brimmed with wildness, killing intent flashing in his eyes. He counter-attacked with near frenzy, his body blazing with raging divine flame, trying to break free from the disadvantage.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!...

However, Ye Fan’s sacred body was fiercer. Countering force with force, overwhelming strength with greater strength, his golden fists seemed about to punch through the sky, possessing incomparable might.

The intense collision was like the Ancient Heavenly Court descending to suppress the cosmos, or the Milky Way crashing down upon the boundless earth!

Ye Fan’s golden fist seemed fused with heaven and earth. Each punch made the high skies tremble, striking fear into the distant spectators.

It was impossible to estimate its tremendous power!

BANG! CLANG!...

Such a fierce clash was almost unseen in the younger generation. One possessed a sacred body. The other was a descendant of a Divine Roc capable of slaughtering True Dragons.

Both bodies represented extreme toughness, like a needle against a wheat awn. Their battle was soul-stirring, shaking this entire region of the Heavenly Universe.

Ye Fan’s divine energy was inexhaustible. He fought tirelessly, his momentum ever-growing. Even the supremely arrogant Gold-winged Peng King was aghast. Those golden fists were like mountains crashing down, forcing him to retreat continuously.

Now, the Celestial Roc Divine Wings couldn’t cut through his opponent. The golden fists crushed space. Each heavy blow made his arms numb. The terrifying, wild power vibrated through him, nearly making him vomit blood.

Ye Fan simply didn’t want to give him a chance to reverse his defeat. He never underestimated an opponent, especially not one like the Celestial Roc, who could sweep through the younger generation. His attacks were relentless.

BANG!

With a storm-like assault, he overwhelmed the Gold-winged Peng King. The King couldn’t withstand it. Blood constantly trickled from the corners of his mouth, and the glow from his arms dimmed considerably.

CRACK!

Ye Fan’s golden fist finally broke through, smashing past the Roc wings’ block and blasting onto his chest. Such a heavy strike even the Gold-winged Peng King couldn’t bear. He felt intense pain.

He was blasted backward, spraying blood that stained his disheveled hair with specks of crimson. His majestic body trembled slightly.

Ye Fan pursued. The two seemed bound by an invisible rope, unable to disengage from each other.

WHOOSH!

Ye Fan deployed the Great Void Art, suddenly appearing. A great black hand swept across the sky, and the Great Void Handprint descended. The Gold-winged Peng King couldn’t dodge.

BANG!

This was a terrifyingly heavy blow, directly striking the Gold-winged Peng King’s skull. It sent his world spinning, and he lost his balance.

The tyrannical Little Demon King of the Celestial Roc was actually battered into such a sorry state, blood dyeing his garments, making everyone in the distant sky gasp sharply.

The Gold-winged Peng King’s divine prestige was renowned. Among the younger generation of the demon clan, nearly everyone knew of him. He aspired to walk the path of a Great Emperor!

This was an excellent opportunity. Ye Fan caught up in eight strides and, seizing the moment while the Gold-winged Peng King was still dazed, brought down a Demon Mountain as if embracing it to suppress him.

Mountain Embracing Seal!

BOOM!

A towering mountain, majestic and unstoppable, pressed down upon the Little Demon King of the Celestial Roc, possessing a might as if to overturn heavens and earth!

In the distant sky, everyone sensed the destructive aura and couldn’t help but feel their hearts pound with fear.

Yet, the Gold-winged Peng King’s body was not severed. The black mountain struck him, sending him flying sideways. His physique cracked, showing bloody lines, but he still didn’t fall.

BUZZ!

Ye Fan pursued, his left hand forming the Sun Seal, his right hand the Moon Seal. A celestial sun and a bright moon traversed the sky, each radiating dazzling brilliance and emitting heart-palpitating fluctuations. Both were the size of small mountains, and he pushed them forward, crushing a path across the firmament with a thunderous rumble.

BANG!

The Sun Seal blazed across the sky, radiating boundless light. Ye Fan’s left hand smacked down heavily, knocking the Gold-winged Peng King backward. A large swathe of his messy golden hair was stained red by the blood he coughed up.

SLAP!

The Moon Seal hung in the sky, gentle yet dazzling. Ye Fan’s right hand slapped down, striking the Gold-winged Peng King. A watery radiance surged, like monstrous waves crashing upon the shore.

Blood streaks appeared all over the Celestial Roc’s Body, its joints creaking audibly, showcasing its incredible resilience.

"I don’t believe this can’t be broken!" Ye Fan shouted loudly, his body glowing, like a divine body tempered a hundred times, shining brilliantly.

"Enough!"

Suddenly, the Gold-winged Peng King roared lowly. He had been dazed after the blow to his head, but the intense pain now brought him to full alertness, and he released a beast-like low growl.

The descendant of the Divine Roc that could fight True Dragons possessed astonishing life force. His eyes were nearly deranged as myriad Golden Feathers shot out, piercing the long sky, like countless Golden Divine Spears!

A chilling killing method! Endless Golden Feathers all transformed into blazing Divine Spears, each wreathed in golden flames.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!...

The incessant sound of them tearing through the air filled one’s ears as they all stabbed towards Ye Fan—a terrifying and despair-inducing killing formation!

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!...

Ye Fan struck with his golden hands, deflecting those Golden Divine Spears. If it were anyone else, they might have been pierced through, bleeding out and dying.

However, Ye Fan possessed a sacred body, even a notch stronger than the Celestial Roc’s Body. He carved a path right through the torrent of Divine Spears!

Moreover, he wasn’t retreating but advancing, charging towards the Gold-winged Peng King, intending to suppress and kill him.

RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!

Ye Fan executed various Seal Techniques, a continuous stream of Great Assault Techniques, shattering one Divine Spear after another as he pressed towards the Gold-winged Peng King.

BOOM!

The Gold-winged Peng King waved his arm. Myriad Golden Feathers converged, forming a golden canopy that abruptly pressed down towards Ye Fan.

This canopy, formed by sharp Divine Spears, was a lethal technique. It instantly pressed down, engulfing Ye Fan.

In the distant sky, the crowd gasped.

Tu Fei’s heart pounded. This bird-man is too terrifying! At the critical moment, all his Golden Feathers become lethal weapons, impossible to guard against! Only a sacred body could withstand it; anyone else would have long since become a porcupine!

Qingyi said gravely, "I’m afraid this is just the prelude!"

BOOM!

Ye Fan unleashed various offensive measures, all Seal Techniques simultaneously. Instantly, he pierced the golden canopy and then shattered it. All the Divine Spears broke apart, turning into broken feathers that fluttered and drifted down.

The space between heaven and earth was filled with fragments of gold as countless Peng feathers danced and fell to the ground.

The Gold-winged Peng King had vanished without a trace, disappearing from everyone’s sight.

Ye Fan stood in the sky, glancing in all directions, on guard against a sudden thunderous strike or a killing move from his opponent.

Others were also searching, scanning the surroundings.

Tu Fei muttered to himself, "That bird-man spat up so much blood, he must be gravely injured. Don’t tell me he’s fled in defeat?"

Others also felt uncertain. Ye Fan’s attack methods just now had been witnessed by all. If it were them facing him with their physical bodies alone, they would have long been reduced to ashes.

"Gold-winged Peng King, have you fled in defeat?" Ye Fan called out.

A heavy, cold snort came from high above. A golden figure appeared—the Gold-winged Peng King, sitting cross-legged in the void. His entire body radiated myriad shafts of golden light, crackling sounds emanated from him, and all his bones were vibrating.

BOOM!

Demonic Qi surged to the heavens, churning around him like an ocean. He shot to his feet, his eyes filled with a wild brilliance, and spoke coldly, "Me, flee in defeat? What a joke! Everything has only just begun!"

Everyone was shocked. The Gold-winged Peng King’s aura was even stronger, as if he were unharmed, with monstrous demonic Qi swirling behind him.

Tu Fei was shocked. "This bird-man was being suppressed by the sacred body, yet he wasn’t seriously harmed and recovered in such a short time? That’s too terrifying!"

"Indeed, the Gold-winged Peng King has the potential to become a Great Emperor! At the same cultivation level, he can contend with a sacred body!" a powerful expert from the demon clan exclaimed in surprise.

Qingyi’s expression changed. "Could he truly walk the path of a Great Emperor?!"

Yan Ruyu also spoke softly, "Perhaps... he has some hope."

The Gold-winged Peng King descended, standing opposite Ye Fan. At this moment, his demonic Qi soared to the sky, surging violently, and killing intent filled the surroundings.

"One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords!"

His voice could pierce gold and shatter stone, shaking the long sky, causing many people’s eardrums to ache.

In that instant, in this expanse of heaven and earth, the killing intent was world-shocking. Countless streaks of sword aura shot skyward, as if infinite volcanoes were erupting, rushing into the clouds!

Beneath the firmament, divine swords stood like a forest, arrayed in the air. Each was several meters long, its edge chillingly sharp, pointing skyward, radiating brilliant light and soaring killing intent.

One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords!

Each was refined from a Divine Roc’s plume, and each pulsed with dazzling Sword Qi, its sharpness piercing the eyes, its presence soul-stirring.

As far as the eye could see, divine swords were everywhere—a blazing, terrifying sea of killing intent that made hearts tremble.

"Whether the Great Emperors of old ever slew a sacred body in their youth, I do not know. Perhaps I shall be the one to achieve such a feat, paving my path to becoming a Great Emperor with sacred blood!"

The Gold-winged Peng King stood tall and sturdy. Strands of his golden hair drifted without wind, dancing wildly, his eyes filled with wildness and a murderous aura.

Ye Fan stood within the Sword Forest, facing the endless sword auras soaring to the sky, a bone-chilling killing intent. Yet he showed no fear as he took out the Fire God Furnace.

"When we fought with physical bodies, I could suppress you. Now, I can still trample you underfoot!" Ye Fan’s expression was calm, yet filled with immense confidence as the inch-high, crystal-clear furnace rested in his palm.