"Ah …" The Little Peng screamed as his arm was torn off. Blood gushed out and half of his body was dyed red.
He operated his innate qi and his life source boiled. A golden blood energy shot out from his severed arm and burned the void until it collapsed. This was a destructive aura!
He was determined to perish indiscriminately and forced Ye Fan to evade. This method of mutual destruction almost made him burn.
"Boom!"
Boundless magical power and overflowing dao patterns rushed out. The sky was completely destroyed and turned into a terrifying place.
Ye Fan was forced back as the boundless dao laws pressed down on him. This was the dao power contained in the Little Peng's blood, the innate talent of his race.
The demonic race was different from the human race. Their blood contained the treasures left behind by their ancestors. Once it was opened and excavated, there would be unimaginable power!
The more powerful the ancestor was, the more terrifying the bloodline treasure left behind. Once it was revealed, it would have astonishing divine might and could even create the terrifying scene of an ancient heavenly demon descending.
Ye Fan was confident in his victory and didn't want to risk his life against him. There was no need to seriously injure himself and retreat hundreds of meters while the other was struggling.
The Little Peng's golden hair was stained with blood. He screamed in pain as his left hand touched his severed arm. His eyes were full of disbelief.
"My arm was actually cut off …"
He couldn't accept this reality. This result was even worse than killing him. A crazed killing intent appeared in his eyes as he growled: "I, the Little Peng, will never be defeated!"
He faced the sky and roared. His golden hair stood on end as a terrifying divine radiance shot out from his eyes. The golden radiance around his body was like a raging flame.
In the distance, everyone was incomparably shocked. Ye Fan tore off one of the Little Peng's arms with his bare hands. This result made everyone's hearts go cold.
Many descendants of the supreme sects had an unnatural expression in their eyes. This kind of battle prowess caused them to feel a chill in their hearts. That was the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Art, a matchless divine technique, yet it couldn't stop the divine physique.
A few saint children were extremely fearful. Their eyes were cold as they felt a great threat. The divine physique's battle prowess made them feel uneasy.
The Wind Phoenix's figure was tall and slender. She was graceful and elegant as she stood in the distant sky. Her beautiful eyes were flowing with brilliance, and the multicolored mask emitted a gentle radiance that covered her face. It was unknown what kind of expression she was wearing.
However, from the fluctuating luster in her eyes, it could be seen that she was shaken and her state of mind was not very calm.
Wavering Light Saint Child was very calm. His body was flowing with holy light, and his eyes were like deep ponds. He stood in the air without moving, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Ah …" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King cried out loudly, his roar shaking rivers and mountains. After losing an arm, he went completely mad.
"Celestial Demon Slaughtering Saint Art — Fourth Form!"
He looked up to the sky and roared. Golden blood qi surged all over his body as if he was standing in a golden ocean. Terrifying energy surged like huge waves, towering into the sky. His hair fluttered in the wind, making him look like an injured demon king.
Golden-winged Little Peng King had thrown caution to the wind. He forcefully executed the fourth style of the Saint Slaying Art with his broken body. He still wanted to kill Ye Fan, and his boundless killing intent didn't weaken at all!
"Do you think you still have a chance?" Ye Fan sneered. This kind of unparalleled divine technique was indeed too terrifying. He didn't want to passively endure it.
At this moment, he turned into a ray of divine light and rushed over. His left hand was True Yin, and his right hand was True Yang. He unleashed a heaven-overflowing attack and forcefully interrupted the Saint Slaying Art.
Boom!
This heaven and earth collapsed in an instant. A terrifying wave of energy surged violently as if ten thousand great waves were crashing over in succession.
Rumble …
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared angrily, but it was useless. With his cultivation, activating the fourth style of the Celestial Demon Slaughtering Art was already very difficult.
Now, Ye Fan unleashed such a tyrannical attack. It was as if nothing existed anymore as he destroyed everything with his powerful battle prowess.
Peng!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King felt as if he had been struck by a ten thousand catty hammer. All the bones in his body creaked, and blood sprayed out from his mouth. He suffered a backlash after being forcefully interrupted.
Boom!
At the same time, Ye Fan rushed over. He raised his golden fist and smashed down, using his peerless brute force to destroy everything in his way!
This was the Saint Physique. The unparalleled physical body was displayed to the fullest at this moment. As long as it was broken through, even the most powerful Peng Race and Jiao Dragon Race would have to nurse a grievance!
Dang!
Ye Fan's fist collided with the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's left palm, immediately distorting it out of shape. It couldn't stop him at all.
"Kill …" Even so, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King was still roaring and crazily attacking.
Peng!
Ye Fan threw out eight punches in a row, and all of them landed on that deformed palm. It was difficult for him to endure that kind of intense pain.
Pfff!
Ye Fan's ninth attack landed. The golden fist immediately turned that palm into a bloody mist and completely shattered it.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King angrily roared. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of golden radiance. With a pu sound, the air was torn apart like a window paper.
Ye Fan evaded it. His eyes were cold without a trace of mercy. In a battle of life and death, it was either you die or I die. If one's heart was soft, they would only be sending themselves to their deaths.
Kacha!
Both of his hands moved at the same time, twisting the Little Peng King's heavily injured left arm. With a fierce pull, a large amount of blood rained down, and the sound of bones breaking rang out.
Ye Fan broke his left arm and tore it off. The eerie white bones and gushing blood splashed onto his body, making him look like a ruthless Asura.
Peng!
He threw out a punch, and the Little Peng King's chest caved in, emitting a terrifying bone-cracking sound.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was beaten until he no longer resembled a human. He flew backwards, and his majestic body lost both arms. It was almost impossible for him to resist, but right at this time, he began to laugh cruelly.
He was incomparably arrogant and callous. It was as if a deity from hell had broken free from its shackles and rushed out. He coldly said, "I finally succeeded. Heavenly Demonic Slaughtering Art — Fourth Style!"
At this moment, everyone's hearts palpitated. It was as if they had arrived at the end of the world, and their bodies were about to die. Every single one of them trembled, and many of them almost collapsed onto the ground, wanting to kneel down.
Within the endless mountains, all of the birds and beasts were lying on the ground. Their bodies were trembling as they worshipped in this direction!
Ye Fan's first impression was that the shadow of death had enveloped him. He decisively retreated and quickly distanced himself from that place.
"It's useless, you can't escape!" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was incomparably cold.
One after another, void figures flew over from the endless heavens and entered his body. Two arms of light appeared where his arms were severed. They were vivid and lifelike, and they were even more powerful.
"Ancient ancestors, heed my call. Heavenly Demonic descend into this world and become one with me. Kill all saints!"
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's voice was overcast. His cold words resounded through this world like a demonic incantation, making the endless mountain range rumble and shake.
Everyone was stunned. Just what kind of matchless holy art was the Heavenly Demonic Slaughtering Art? Why was it so strange?!
Hong!
Terrifying fluctuations erupted like an endless volcano. It was as if a heaven connecting tsunami engulfed all directions, shaking the heavens above and earth below!
A terrifying scene appeared. Tall and sturdy figures descended one after another, merging together with the Golden-Winged Little Peng King.
In his surroundings, relief sculptures appeared one after another, releasing an ancient aura. It was as if they had returned to the distant past.
"What is that?" Everyone cried out in alarm.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King merged with those heroic figures. His arms seemed to have been reborn, appearing extremely real and full of a powerful feeling.
In his surroundings, there were a few relief sculptures dyed in blood. They were extremely terrifying, as if they were narrating a past event.
Qiang!
Golden battle clothes covered his body, and a scepter appeared in his hands. He was like an unmatched king.
Hong!
Even more terrifying scenes appeared. There were many figures around him. The terrifying scenes from the distant past passed through time and space, reappearing in the mortal world.
"The Heavenly Demonic Slaughtering Art has a demonic nature. It has summoned the ancient heroic spirits of the Sky Peng Race, recreating the scenes of the past!"
"Those are ancient saints lying in pools of blood …"
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's body was covered by the battle clothes. Only his pair of golden pupils were exposed, frightening people's souls. His entire body was covered by the golden divine clothes.
Beside him, there were figures whose hearts had been pierced by the golden scepter, people whose heads had been torn off by the Sky Peng King, and corpses at his feet …
These were all ancient saints. All of them were lying in pools of blood, their corpses lying on the ground. They had died countless years ago under the Heavenly Demonic Slaughtering Art.
Hong!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King brandished the golden scepter and attacked towards Ye Fan. An endless terrifying aura pervaded the air. He was like a deity, and every movement he made contained the laws of the great dao!
Dong!
Ye Fan felt as if he was struck by lightning. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards. He felt the shadow of death looming over his body.
"This is too terrifying. This is only the fourth form of the Heavenly Demonic Slaughtering Art. There are still five more forms after this. No wonder he dares to use the two words' Slaughtering Saint 'as his name!"
"The Golden-Winged Little Peng King can only use the first four forms, but this is already enough to look down on his peers. Who can stop him?!"
Everyone was alarmed.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's eyes were bone-piercingly cold. With the scepter in his hand, he took large strides towards Ye Fan and said, "Can you still break it?"
"Hong!"
He brandished the scepter downwards. The golden scepter cut through the vast sky. With every step he took, the heaven and earth moved with him.
At the same time, an incomparably terrifying scene emerged. The corpses of ancient saints lay on the ground. Blood flowed in streams as they fell at his feet. This scene made him seem full of demonic nature.
"Could it be that he really summoned the ancient saints of the Sky Peng Race?!"
"It shouldn't be. Countless years have passed. It is impossible to summon more heroic spirits. Perhaps this is only the embodiment of the great dao laws!"
Everyone was astonished and shaken.
"No one can stop my steps. It is time for you to be executed!" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was covered in golden divine clothes. His pupils were as sharp as blades as he hacked down with the golden scepter.
"Hong!"
Ye Fan was sent flying again. The opponent's power was strange and indescribable. It was as if he was possessed by a divine spirit. He was undefeatable!
At this point, how could he care about anything else? The Secret of All of the Nine Secrets was about to be revealed. The opponent's unparalleled holy technique was too terrifying. He had to use both the Secret of All and the Secret of Fighting!
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was unstoppable. Every move he made was the law of the great dao. With the scepter in his hand, it was as if he was the ruler of the world. He closed in with large strides, and nothing could stop him.
Ye Fan continuously coughed out blood. He could not endure this kind of unparalleled divine might. If it was any other young hero, they would have long been annihilated. There was no way they could resist at all!
The ancient saints' corpses lay at his feet. Blood flowed everywhere, filling the Golden-Winged Little Peng King with a wild nature. His majestic body was like a resurrected demonic sovereign as he appeared in the world of mortals.
Ye Fan was anxious. He had circulated the Secret of Nine several hundred times, yet he still did not succeed. This kind of random triggering was too passive after all.
During this process, his body was almost cut in half by that scepter. He narrowly avoided it, but a terrifying wound appeared on his waist.
This was the most dangerous battle he had ever fought since he fought a life and death battle. At this moment, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King was almost undefeatable.
Ye Fan circulated the Secret of All of the Nine Secrets again, but it actually failed again. A shadow appeared in his heart. His luck today was too bad. Could it be that the heavens wanted him to die?
"What are you going to use to fight me?" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared.
"Dong!"
The golden scepter was like the heavens. As it descended, heaven and earth collapsed. Ye Fan could not block it at all. He immediately flew out and spat out large mouthfuls of blood again.
Today, the Secret of All's activation was too terrible. It actually didn't appear even once!
Ye Fan could not be distracted anymore. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's speed was not slower than his and was only a hair behind. He arrived in front of him like lightning and continuously hacked down.
At this moment, this young king of the Sky Peng Race had displayed the fourth move of the Celestial Demonic Saint Slaughtering Art. It was as if a Celestial Demonic had descended into the world.
At this critical juncture, Ye Fan was strangely calm since he could not activate the Secret of All. He could not rely on luck to fight for his life and death. Everything depended on himself.
He began to earnestly display the Battle Saint Technique and display this secret to the extreme. He wanted to realize the sublimation of his own understanding of the dao!
"Futile struggle, you have no chance at all!" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was cold and eerie. His snow-white teeth were frighteningly white.
"Bang!"
The golden scepter swept over, and Ye Fan was sent flying again. His whole body was covered in golden blood and his bones were almost broken. If not for his saint physique, he would have died many times over.
"My dao … my life and death …"
Ye Fan's left hand was as black as ink, representing the True Yin. His right hand was as translucent as white jade, representing the True Yang. They flickered continuously and emitted terrifying fluctuations.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's eyes turned cold. He quickly attacked and did not give Chu Feng the chance to use it. The third move of the Celestial Demonic Saint Slaughtering Art was broken by the True Yin and True Yang. He was somewhat apprehensive.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan was sent flying again. His whole body was stained with blood. Many terrifying wounds appeared on his body as if they were going to pierce through his flesh.
"This is too terrifying. The Celestial Demonic Saint Slaughtering Art is indeed unparalleled. Even the saint physique can't withstand it!"
"After this battle, who in the same generation can compete with the Little Peng King?"
"What a pity. The Doomsday Saint Physique didn't have a glorious ending and will end in darkness …"
Everyone discussed in a low voice. They were all apprehensive.
"Dao, Dao, Dao!" Ye Fan shouted. His hands were still forming seals, one representing the True Yin and the other representing the True Yang. He shouted: "Extraordinary Dao!"
When the golden scepter was swung down, a thought flashed in his mind and he captured the path of the great dao.
The Taiji Diagram appeared behind him. His hands represented the True Yin and True Yang. His body bent down like a dragon, turning into that yin and yang dividing line!
The True Dragon's figure formed a curved line. This was the path of the great dao!
Swoosh!
At this moment, Ye Fan broke through the limit of speed. His body turned into that dragon-shaped curve -- dao trace!
Nothing could stop him. He tore through everything like rotten weeds. All obstacles in front of him would be destroyed.
Kacha!
The Little Peng King's scepter swung forward, but it was immediately cut apart by the dragon-shaped dao trace formed by Ye Fan's body!
"What? How is this possible? How did he do it?!" Everyone was incomparably shocked.
"Hong!"
Ye Fan's body turned into the world's most terrifying weapon. There was nothing it couldn't destroy. Nothing could stop him in half a step!
"Chi!"
The Little Peng King was almost cut in half at the waist. Ye Fan's dragon-shaped dao trace brushed past his body, cutting off more than half of his waist!
"Ah …"
The Little Peng King screamed miserably. His intestines flowed out and blood gushed out.
"Chi!"
The dragon-shaped dao trace formed by Ye Fan rushed back again. This was the dividing line of the yin yang taiji diagram, a tangible trace of the great dao!
"Pu!"
Blood gushed out from the Little Peng King's throat. His head was almost cut off. The Celestial Demon Slaughtering Sacred Art's fourth move was completely broken. He staggered and almost collapsed, losing all fighting strength.
This time, Ye Fan's harvest was too great. He comprehended this type of dao between life and death and perfectly developed it with the Battle Saint Technique.
"Little Peng King, I'll send you on your way!"
Ye Fan closed in and grabbed his legs. Then, he forcefully pulled!
"Pu!"
Blood splashed out. Ye Fan hacked the Little Peng King in half!
Everyone was stunned. The two of them fought for close to five thousand exchanges. In the end, the dying saint physique won and hacked the Little Peng King in half.
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