In this life and death battle between the peak of the younger generation, Ye Fan had cleaved the Little Peng King in half!
Blood splattered everywhere. His entire body was soaked in Peng blood as he stood in the air. Even his hair was stained with blood. He was like an Asura bathed in blood.
The Little Peng King's body had been torn in half, and all his internal organs had flowed out. It was a bloody scene. He was completely crippled.
Everyone's expression changed. The insufferably arrogant Little Peng King had actually ended up like this. It was too tragic!
He was originally a peak figure of the younger generation. He had been born at a young age and was powerful and tyrannical. He had dominated the Eastern Wasteland for ten years and was unrivalled among his peers. But in the end, he had ended up in such a tragic state.
The Wind Phoenix's watery eyes were filled with shock. She couldn't believe all this. The arrogant Little Peng King had been defeated so thoroughly.
Zhao Fa's expression was stiff and shocked. Whether it was the Little Peng King or Ye Fan, both had heaven-defying methods. This kind of battle made him shiver.
On the other side, Yao Xi's expression was incomparably complicated. Even such a saint body made her feel uneasy. Such power had exceeded her expectations. Her "weakness" was in the opponent's hands. She had always wanted to take it back but couldn't.
Although the Purple Mansion Saint, the Saint of All Beginnings, the Jade Lake Saintess, and the others' expressions were unchanged, it was hard to say whether they were calm or not.
Ye Fan hacked apart the Little Peng King, his entire body was dripping with blood. His injuries were not light either. The Celestial Fiend Slaughtering Saint Art was unparalleled in this world, it was a peerless divine art. It left many terrible wounds on his body.
The two had fought for almost five thousand rounds before a victor was decided. This was the most difficult battle he had encountered since he was born. He had almost died here.
If he hadn't comprehended some of his "Dao" at the crucial moment and used the Battle Saint Art to perfectly display it, he would really have died with a grievance.
"Just kill me! Ah … "The Little Peng King screamed in despair. His powerful body had been crippled by Ye Fan. This was a fatal blow.
At this moment, only his head was still intact. His body had been completely torn in half by Ye Fan.
Ye Fan didn't move at all. He was silent. He felt a pair of cold eyes staring at him, and a killing intent seeped into his bones.
This was a terrifying will. Those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the void, a single thought able to make the great earth flow with rivers of blood and mountains of corpses!
It was as if a peerless divine lord had descended into the world. He stood in the clouds and looked down at the boundless earth. He stared coldly at Ye Fan, and killing intent suffused the air.
He couldn't see that person, but he knew that it was definitely the Old Roc King, who was infamous throughout the world and even the Great Sage Lords were extremely afraid of!
Ye Fan could feel the supreme aura of the Celestial Demon Slaughtering Saint Art. It was many times more terrifying than the Little Golden Wing Peng King. With a single thought, it could turn millions of living beings into corpses!
The Old Peng King swept through the world, making even the Holy Masters retreat. He was a peerless overlord that looked down on the entire Eastern Wasteland. It was difficult to find an opponent!
Now that he had obtained the Celestial Demon Slaughtering Saint Art, it was hard for outsiders to predict how powerful he was.
"Give me a quick death. Just kill me. I won't have any regrets dying in your hands like this!" The Little Golden Wing Peng King roared.
Ye Fan really hated him. Every time they met, this arrogant birdman would provoke him and try to suppress him. This battle had already been decided a long time ago.
However, after seeing his utter despair and unyielding appearance, Ye Fan suddenly felt that this hateful birdman was somewhat straightforward.
From a certain perspective, the Little Golden Wing Peng King was much more pleasing to the eye than the scheming Hua Yunfei. He was also much more straightforward than the Alkaid Saint Son whose motives were unclear.
Hua Yunfei, Yao Xi, the Saint Sons … no matter if these people were good or bad, they wouldn't act so openly. Only the Little Golden Wing Peng King dared to fight him to the death.
"Pfff!"
In the end, Ye Fan still moved. His right hand slashed horizontally and cut off the Little Golden Wing Peng King's head. Holding it in his hand, the torn corpse spewed out fresh blood as it fell from the sky.
The crowd was in an uproar. Ye Fan still crippled the Little Golden Wing Peng King in the end. His Heavenly Peng True Body was destroyed, and all of his cultivation was gone. From now on, the Little Golden Wing Peng King no longer existed in this world!
"A heavenly talent, a king of a generation … it's all in the past just like that."
"What a pity. He could have soared to the skies and could have become a supreme demonic lord, but he ended up like this …"
There wasn't a single person who wasn't shaken. The illustrious Little Golden Wing Peng King met a tragic end just like that.
Everyone said that he might be able to walk the path of the Great Emperor, and he indeed didn't disappoint them. He defied the natural order and killed immortals, suppressing the heroes of the older generation.
Unfortunately, he encountered the Doomsday Sacred Physique. This was a character who could compete with the young Great Emperor in name and in reality. In the end, he still met a tragic end.
"Just kill me! Give me a quick death!" The Little Golden Wing Peng King roared with his divine will. Tears actually rolled down from his eyes.
Everyone's hearts were greatly moved. This arrogant and unruly young king was actually shedding tears. One could imagine just how disheartened he was right now.
Everyone was shocked. The threat of the Saint Physique was too great. Looking across the entire Eastern Wasteland, there were probably less than a handful of people in the younger generation who could compete with him.
The only thing that made them feel fortunate was that Ye Fan didn't have much time left. He only had half a month left. If he wanted to live, he could only sever his own cultivation.
However, many people were still doubtful. Was such a powerful battle prowess really someone who was about to die? They all had their doubts.
However, Ye Fan's origin had been injured by the Great Dao. Everyone knew that even supreme Divine Kings couldn't save him with their lives. They didn't believe that Ye Fan could recover by himself.
This was because all the Divine Lords had already said that the Saint Physique was at the end of the road. It was impossible for him to recover unless a shocking miracle happened.
"I originally didn't want to kill Brother Peng, but he forced me to take action. Senior, please save him." Ye Fan transmitted his voice into the void.
He felt a supreme murderous intent. It was as if a god was looking down on him and could send down divine punishment at any time!
However, Ye Fan wasn't afraid. He secretly transmitted his voice to the Black Emperor to lay down the Void Emperor's formation. At worst, he would just take the head and leave the Eastern Wasteland.
However, he was somewhat unwilling. The nine secrets were scattered all over the Eastern Wasteland, and one of them was at the Saint Cliff. He really didn't want to leave the Eastern Wasteland right now.
In the void, a figure walked over step by step. The heaven and earth were pulsing with him. This was the rhythm of the Great Dao!
Everyone was astonished. This was an inconceivable existence. The blurry figure solidified and walked over like a god.
The famous Old Peng King had appeared. After cultivating the Celestial Demon Slaughtering Saint Art, his divine charm made all the Divine Lords even more apprehensive.
He was tall and sturdy and wore golden robes. His face was expressionless, and his golden hair moved without wind. His eyes were like two sharp swords as he became one with the heaven and earth.
As soon as the peerless Demonic King appeared, other great characters appeared one after another. Many Divine Lord level characters had come to the Wind Clan's Divine Lord's birthday celebration.
Everyone looked towards the scene and paid attention to the development of the situation. It was extremely quiet, and the sound of falling flowers could be heard in the endless mountains.
Pfft!
The Old Peng King made his move. With a point of his finger, the Little Peng King's torn body immediately collapsed and turned into a bloody mist. Everyone was shocked. What was the meaning of this? Destroying his own grandson's physical body was equivalent to completely destroying all hope!
Swoosh!
The Old Peng King waved his hand, and the head in Ye Fan's hand flew over and landed in his palm.
"Do you know why you lost?" His expression was calm.
"I …" The Little Peng King roared in pain. His eyes were filled with bloody light.
"Forget it, I will personally send you on your way. I have spoiled you too much in the past and wasted your talent." The Old Peng King's tone was calm. His eyes were incomparably deep as he raised his hand and pointed towards the Little Peng King's head.
"Brother Peng, don't do this!" The Wind Clan's Divine Lord was shocked and raised his hand to stop him.
On the side, the others were even more shocked. Everyone knew that the Old Peng King was incomparably tyrannical and was extremely protective of his own people. He spoiled this heaven-gifted grandson of his the most, and no one thought that he would personally kill him today.
The Little Peng King was stimulated by the killing intent and woke up. As if he was filled with wisdom, he quickly calmed down. His eyes were a little dim, and he didn't say a single word.
"Do you understand?" The Old Peng King's finger flickered with golden light. As long as it stabbed forward, the Little Peng King's head would definitely split into pieces.
"I understand." The Little Peng King spoke calmly, ignoring the danger of death.
"You finally didn't completely disappoint me." The Old Peng King lifted up the Little Peng King's head. His golden robe fluttered as he walked away in large steps.
Ye Fan's heart trembled. This Old Peng King was truly not simple. No wonder he could dominate the world.
"Brother Peng, please wait a moment. I have some healing medicine here." The Wind Clan's Divine Lord spoke. Since something like this happened on his birthday, there was no way he could ignore it.
"There's no need." The Old Peng King didn't turn back. With each step, he disappeared.
"If you can't pass the nine trials set by my clan's saint, you should never come into the world again." These were the last words he left behind.
"Does the Old Peng King want his own grandson's life? The number of people who could pass the nine trials set by the ancient saint in the past hundreds of thousands of years can be counted on two hands! "
"The Little Peng King is already crippled. What is the meaning of doing this? Could it be that he wants him to cultivate again?"
All the cultivators present, regardless of whether they were from the older generation or the younger generation, were indescribably shocked.
"The Celestial Demon Slaughtering Saint Art is indeed terrifying. He only displayed the fourth form and it's already like this. I really wonder what kind of terrifying might the next five forms would have …"
Everyone's hearts trembled. The corpses of the ancient saints and their blood staining the ground seemed to appear before their eyes. No one could calm down.
Everyone couldn't help but look at Ye Fan. He had actually broken through the first four forms of the Celestial Demon Sacred Art. Even though he was on the verge of death, he had still succeeded in the end. They really didn't know how he had done it. They tried hard to think back, but they discovered that the saint technique was unfathomable.
Everyone's hearts trembled. They were secretly shocked by Ye Fan's methods. If he could survive, his future would be limitless. He would be able to look down on the younger generation.
Even though he was about to die, his might had increased. Without the Light Shaking Realm or the Godly Monarch Physique, who could compete with him? This was definitely the most realistic portrayal of him at this moment!
The Wind Clan's Divine Lord nodded at him. He tossed over a bottle of healing medicine and turned around to leave. The other Divine Lords also disappeared.
The cold mountain wind blew, swaying the trees and scattering the leaves. After the great battle, the Endless Mountain Range was in a state of desolation.
The younger generation, regardless of whether it was the Saints or the Saintesses, all felt a chill in their hearts. The battle prowess of the Saintess Physique made everyone incredibly wary.
"Pop!"
Suddenly, a cold light flashed. The killing intent was bone-piercing!
A faint shadow suddenly appeared next to Ye Fan. An iron sword pierced through the air towards Ye Fan's chest. It was too fast and too sudden.
Everyone's pupils constricted. Many of them asked themselves if they were in Ye Fan's place. They would not have been able to dodge and would have died without a doubt.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan's golden fist slammed into the sword's edge. However, a terrifying wound had still been inflicted on his chest, and golden blood flowed out.
"Clang!"
A cold light flashed across the ground. Another figure flew over, her white robes fluttering in the wind like a celestial being!
It was too fast, and no one could react in time. A white-robed woman merged with her sword and charged forward, her sword pointed straight at Ye Fan's head.
There was no way to dodge. Everything had happened so suddenly and quickly that it seemed as if it had appeared out of thin air!
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