The Little Peng King clasped his hands behind his back. His gold hair fluttered in the wind, his eyes intimidating. He looked like he was the only one in the world, giving people a strong pressure.
"Peng xi-ge, why do you have to do that?" The Little Flood Dragon King stood in front of him.
The Little Peng King's murderous aura was like a saber, his voice cold. "I've given him a choice. Leave the Mysterious Yellow Origin Root, and he can leave alive. Otherwise, I will take it myself, and he will die without an intact corpse!"
"Little Peng King, don't cross the line!" Tu Fei scolded, also standing in front of him.
"What if I cross the line?" The Little Peng King's eyes were as sharp as a saber. His eyes could pierce people's bones, and his murderous aura covered Tu Fei.
This was a character who didn't recognize his family and friends. He only respected his own will. Once he made up his mind, no one could stop him.
The Little Flood Dragon King darkened his face. No matter what, this place was his palace. If the other wanted to kill people here, as the master, he couldn't just stand and watch.
The invisible murderous aura diffused in the grand palace. The atmosphere was tense. The Little Peng King was like a heavenly saber coming out of its sheath, making the maids standing far from him shiver.
Facing such a dangerous character with a sky-high evil aura, Ye Fan was resolute. He didn't say anything and just took out the cauldron made of the Source Qi, making it hover above his head.
At this moment, power was everything. Principles and Daos were useless. He had to use his skills to speak.
The Xuanhuang energy fell down and wrapped around Ye Fan tightly. The Source Energy of All Things flowed and it was as if he had returned to the beginning of the world.
As soon as the cauldron appeared, the other members of the Monster Clan shot out divine light from their eyes, gazing at it without blinking.
"I like it very much!"
The Little Peng King rose his hand, turning into a massive gold claw that filled half of the hall. It snatched the cauldron made of the Mysterious Yellow Origin Root, which frightened people.
He was extremely arrogant. Facing the weapon made of a holy treasure, he wasn't afraid at all. He wanted to snatch it directly from Ye Fan's head.
Boom!
The Little Flood Dragon King took action. He rose his hand, blocking the Mysterious Yellow Origin Root Cauldron and the massive claw.
This was a clash between the top members of the younger generation of the Demon Race. Although it was not a life-and-death battle, such a casual strike was still very terrifying, enough to turn the entire palace into ashes.
However, the two of them didn't want to destroy this place. Both of them stopped their attacks at the right time. Their large hands were like black holes as they froze the storm in place. Then, they retracted their divine power.
"Brother Qing Yi, I've already made up my mind. You can't stop me!" The killing intent in the Little Peng King's eyes didn't decrease. Behind him, a god-like Divine Bird — Peng — appeared, emitting terrifying demonic energy.
"Buzz!"
The entire palace was shaking. The Golden-winged Little Peng King looked at everyone in disdain and made his move again. He grabbed towards the black and yellow cauldron with unfathomable divine might.
The green-robed Little Flood Dragon King tried to stop them. Tu Fei also came to help.
This was the first time Ye Fan had met such an unreasonable person. He didn't have much to say. He shook the cauldron made of All Things Source Qi and faced the huge hand.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King indeed possessed impressive strength. Otherwise, how would he dare to pluck the cauldron with his bare hands? His large hands were like a heavenly mountain, as if they could suppress the blue dome of heaven.
"Clang!"
The big hand he thrust out was even more terrifying than the Great Void Handprint of the Ji family's disciples. The cauldron made of All Things Source Qi vibrated and was almost blown away.
Ye Fan was shocked. This man was worthy of being a peerless character of the young generation. He was invincible in the Center of the Eastern Barren Territory. If the Little Flood Dragon King didn't stop him, perhaps he would have taken the cauldron away.
"Boom!"
The Little Flood Dragon King and Tu Fei attacked the Golden-winged Little Peng King's arms at the same time. He had to withdraw his power to counter them.
He had to admit that the Golden-winged Little Peng King was really intimidating. Wherever his fingers and palms passed, the space darkened as if it was going to collapse!
What kind of character was the Little Flood Dragon King? He was the peerless young expert who could stand side by side with the Saint Son and Saintess of the Great Sage Land. He had the inheritance of the Great Sage of the Monster Clan, the Blue Flood Dragon King.
Tu Fei wasn't ordinary. He used to fight with the Yao Xi Saintess. Although he couldn't defeat her, he could protect himself.
However, at this moment, when the Little Flood Dragon King and Tu Fei attacked at the same time, they couldn't stop the other.
The Golden-winged Little Peng King was like a God that couldn't be stopped. He stood upright, his big hand as heavy as a mountain. The two of them paled as they were blown away.
"I want to kill you. No one can save you!" The Golden-winged Little Peng King stepped forward, looking down at Ye Fan.
Murderous aura moved in his eyes. The metal wind stirred up. His big hand reached forward, aiming at the cauldron on Ye Fan's head. He wanted to snatch it.
Snatching the cauldron like that wasn't just arrogance. It was also the embodiment of his peerless competence. Not many people dared to do this.
Ye Fan urged the Battle Saint Technique, controlling the mysterious yellow cauldron to attack the big gold hand. He wanted to smash it into powder.
"Clang!"
The cauldron boomed. The sound waves were like a tsunami. The Golden-winged Little Peng King's power could shake the sky. His big hand grabbed the cauldron.
No one could tell how heavy the mysterious yellow cauldron was. The Golden-winged Little Peng King's divine aura was intimidating. He grabbed the cauldron and was about to take it.
The cauldron made of Source Qi shook. The shockwave was enough to turn the entire palace into ashes. The Little Flood Dragon King took action to dissolve the shockwave from the cauldron to prevent the palace from being destroyed.
It wasn't hard to imagine how powerful this cauldron was. However, the Golden-winged Little Peng King still grabbed it and was about to take it away.
Ye Fan was stern. This cauldron could break anything. It was like breaking dry weeds and smashing rotten wood. However, at this moment, the Golden-winged Little Peng King was holding it in his hand. It was about to get out of his control. It was really terrifying.
The Little Flood Dragon King and Tu Fei took action one more time. However, the Golden-winged Little Peng King was too intimidating. His right hand grabbed the cauldron while his left hand pressed down. The two of them were blown away immediately.
The Golden-winged Little Peng King could absolutely compete with the Yao Guang Saint Son. He was another character that could resist the God King Physique!
The Source Qi from the cauldron fell. It was so heavy that it could crush a mountain. However, the Golden-winged Little Peng King slowly lifted it up.
"Kill!"
However, at this moment, Ye Fan finally took action, using his trump card.
He had been waiting for a chance. Now that he was close enough, the small gold lake in his glabella created a metal sword that was around an inch long. It drew a dazzling light beam and shot out.
The Soul Consciousness created a shape and pierced the Golden-winged Little Peng King's Sea of Consciousness. It wanted to kill him with one strike, even if he was a descendant of an Almighty.
The metal sword was around an inch long, but it was as dazzling as a rainbow. It crossed the hall. Everybody discolored. It was a kind of pressure of the Soul Consciousness that suffocated people.
Dang!
The cauldron made of Source Qi hummed and returned to the sky above Ye Fan's head. Flows of Mysterious Yellow Qi fell and protected him.
The Golden-winged Little Peng King was like a God. He let go of the cauldron and retreated quietly. He was so fast that people could only blur their eyes. Their eyes couldn't catch up with his speed.
The Sky Peng's extreme speed was unrivaled in the world!
The small sword formed from Ye Fan's Soul Consciousness could not be said to be slow. It was like sparks flying off a flint. Normal people wouldn't be able to react at all.
However, the Golden-winged Little Peng King barely evaded it, displaying a speed that shocked everyone.
"Heavenly Peng Movement Technique, World's Fastest Speed!" Someone cried out in alarm.
Ye Fan wasn't completely powerless. A strand of golden hair fluttered down like a ray of sunlight falling onto the ground.
The Soul Consciousness formed golden sword did not penetrate the Golden-winged Little Peng King's forehead, but it cut off a strand of hair in front of his forehead.
At close range, the powerful Soul Consciousness attack was always successful. Ye Fan relied on it to avert danger time and time again. He killed Ji Ren and suppressed the Yao Guang saintess. He had never failed before.
However, the Golden-winged Little Peng King displayed a speed that made people feel intimidated. He actually evaded it. This was hard for others to believe.
However, this was the reality. The Golden-winged Little Peng King's strength was astonishing. He was almost unrivalled in the younger generation. His speed was also terrifying.
"The Celestial Peng Movement Technique is indeed unrivaled." Someone exclaimed in admiration.
The Golden-winged Little Peng King's golden hair danced chaotically. His pupils were like blades as he stared at Ye Fan. Only he had such a world-shocking speed. If it was someone else, they would definitely be hit by the golden sword.
On the side, the demonic beasts were also shocked. They didn't expect Ye Fan to have such a terrifying Soul Consciousness.
The Golden-winged Little Peng King pressed forward step by step. He clearly knew that the opponent's Soul Consciousness was powerful, but he was still fearless. This was an extremely dangerous character. His eyes were filled with a crazy killing intent. It was intimidating and chilling.
"Brother Peng, do you really regard me, your master, as nothing?!" The green-clothed Little Dragon King's complexion was ashen and extremely unsightly.
"It's merely a human race's primordial trash body. If I kill him, then I kill him. Brother Qingyi, why do you care?" The Golden-winged Little Peng King's killing intent was slightly restrained.
"He is my guest. If you kill him here, how will others look at me if this gets out?!"
"Fine, Brother Qingyi, I'll give you face. I won't make a move in your residence." The Golden-winged Little Peng King suddenly turned around, walking out of the palace. "The Mysterious Yellow Original Root is mine!"
When he left, some demonic cultivators followed him in the hall. They were the people he had brought with him.
Tu Fei was enraged. "That's too much. Qingyi bro, your friend doesn't understand human feelings. He's arrogant and thinks that he's the only one. Who the f * ck is he?!"
The green-clothed Little Dragon King slightly changed his visage. "Forget it. Don't talk about it!"
Tu Fei turned around, facing Ye Fan. "You're in big trouble this time. That madman, who thinks that he's the only one, won't let you go."
"You stay in my palace. Don't go out for the moment," frowned the Little Dragon King.
Tu Fei said, "Little Yezi, you're really something. Your Soul Consciousness is really powerful. If the news that you cut off a strand of the Golden-winged Little Peng King's golden hair is spread out, it will create an uproar. No one in his generation can hurt even a strand of his hair."
Some young experts of the Monster Clan in the hall looked at him. Ye Fan's Soul Consciousness attack was so intimidating that it had shocked everybody.
"You cut off a strand of his golden hair and hurt his face. I'm afraid that even if we ask the Peacock King, he can only subdue him temporarily. He will take your life in the future," frowned Tu Fei.
"What a pity. His speed is too fast. My Soul Consciousness attack can't do anything to him." Ye Fan felt regretful. "Is he really a Roc?"
"There's no real dragon in this world. Of course, there's no Kun Peng either. However, their tribe does have the blood of the Divine Peng," answered the green-clothed Little Dragon King.
Ye Fan understood it immediately. The Golden-winged Little Peng King's tribe was similar to the Flood Dragon Tribe. They weren't the Divine Peng or the real dragon, but they were the royal tribe of the Monster Clan.
"The Heavenly Peng's movement technique is peerless in this world. I'm afraid you'll have a big problem in the future. You won't be able to run away," said a monster cultivator.
"That year, only the Mad Oldie of the Human Clan could catch up with the King of the Roc Tribe. No one else could be faster than him," said another monster.
"That human kid, your Mysterious Yellow Original Root is mine!" The Golden-winged Little Peng King's voice arose from outside the palace. "Live well for the last few days."
The Little Dragon King frowned, talking to a maid. "Go and invite Miss Yan Ruyu here!"
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