Shrouding the Heavens Chapter 465: Chapter 470: Peng's Blood Stains the Golden Sea

Chapter 465: Chapter 470: Peng’s Blood Stains the Golden Sea

This place was full of young heroes, and everyone stood up, their hearts filled with anticipation for this battle.

The Golden-winged Little Peng King, like a Demon God, intimidated many of the younger generation; few dared to fight him. Now, he was about to duel with the Doomsday Holy Body.

Ye Fan, with “little life left,” faced his own doomsday, yet his power was flourishing. If he were to fall due to the wound from the Great Dao, it would surely be a rather dull end.

Now, he would engage in a great battle with the Golden-winged Little Peng King. It would likely be his last, providing a perfect closure, whether he won or lost.

“This birdman is too arrogant! He should be skinned and deboned!” the Black Emperor snarled, baring his teeth.

“You dog, I won’t spare you either!” The Golden-winged Little Peng King’s eyes swept across coldly.

“Hopefully, your skills are as strong as you claim.” A cold smile touched Ye Fan’s lips.

“Rest assured, I will personally cut off your path to life and destroy your soul.” The Golden-winged Little Peng King’s eyes shone with an aggressive gleam.

Ye Fan stared at him without saying anything more; only battle remained now.

“I invite all friends to watch the battle!” The Golden-winged Little Peng King said with a cold smile, sending a telepathic message to the Saint Heirs and Sacred Ladies present.

“Such a world-shocking battle cannot be missed. We must attend,” the Flickering Light Saint Heir nodded.

Fenghuang also smiled faintly and walked over gracefully. “I look forward to this battle!” she said.

Zhao Fa laughed heartily. “I can’t wait!” he exclaimed.

“Then let’s go. Today, I will end the Sacred Body’s life and offer his sacred blood for everyone to taste!” The Golden-winged Little Peng King’s wild hair flew about, his demonic nature and murderous intent fully revealed.

“Then let’s fight!” Ye Fan only uttered these four words, and he was the first to soar into the sky, like a deity, flying outside the Eight Hundred Divine Islands.

This group consisted of young successors from supreme Great Sects, with no shortage of Saint Heirs and Sacred Ladies among them, unavoidably attracting much attention. Many people looked on, even drawing the interest of some older figures.

Their speed was very fast, and soon enough, they flew out of the Eight Hundred Divine Islands, rushing towards a distant, lush mountain range. A decisive battle could not take place in the heart of the Wind Clan’s territory.

It was noon, and the blazing sun resembled a great fire furnace, casting down scorching rays. Vicious beams of light baked the earth.

They were a full five hundred li away from the Wind Clan’s Divine Island before they stopped. Below, endless great mountains towered high, interspersed with numerous valleys and rugged ravines—a very primitive wilderness.

In the sky stood many cultivators, all staring intently at the two figures in the field. This was a focal point battle. These two paramount young experts had clashed before, but their conflict had only truly erupted today.

The Golden-winged Little Peng King had long been famous among the younger generation, a wildly talented prodigy from the demon clan. Everyone knew of his strength; wherever his Great Wilderness Halberd pointed, other heroes dared not cross its path.

Ye Fan had only gained fame in the past year. Previously unknown, he could be described as a formidable figure who had suddenly soared to prominence, possessing immense power.

Since his emergence, everything he had experienced and acplished had been tremendously influential. He had bee a rising force, known by everyone in the younger generation.

The sunlight showered down. The Golden-winged Little Peng King’s whole body seemed cast from gold, shimmering with scorching radiance. His golden hair swirled dazzlingly, so bright it made it difficult to look directly at him.

His eyes were cold and feral, like two bolts of lightning shooting from Hell, boring into a person’s soul, devouring their Heart Spirit, his killing intent as vast as the sea.

In his hand appeared a giant Golden Holy Sword, unmatched in size, hundreds of feet long, hanging downward, almost touching the peak of a great mountain below. The murderous aura it exuded caused leaves in the mountains to fly about chaotically and relentlessly wither.

On the other side, Ye Fan stood calmly in the void. His black hair danced lightly, his eyes clear and bright. He was motionless, watching his opponent with calm and posure.

An invisible murderous intent surged between the two. Even before the battle began, it made people feel as if they had plunged into an icy cellar, chilled to their very core, as powerful battle intent and a terrible killing aura spread.

CRACK!

Below, a great mountain could not bear it; its peak cracked under the pressure of that terrifying murderous intent, several large fissures appearing—a fearsome sight.

BOOM!

The second mountain peak erupted. Dozens of boulders of immense weight shattered, followed by the summit collapsing. Rubble shot through the air, and dust billowed everywhere, creating a scene of gloom.

This was the result of the overwhelming murderous intent. If anyone stepped into the arena, they would be crushed to pulp. This confrontation of killing intents was the most dreadful, capable of leading to the utter annihilation of body and spirit at any moment.

Within the endless mountains, many beasts were terrified, fleeing in all directions, creating a scene of chaos. Even more ferocious beasts were scared into prostrating on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

WHIRR!

Numerous birds soared skyward, attempting to escape this terrifying place, but as soon as they reached the sky, they instantly disintegrated, being one bloody blossom after another.

Their forms and spirits were annihilated on the spot, leaving nothing behind but a lingering blood mist. The killing intent was like a blade, obliterating all tangible life; anyone who entered this field was doomed to destruction.

“These two are truly terrifying! Their battle intent has reached such a realm! Though they haven’t made a move, it’s as if they have!”

“Among the younger generation, there are truly few who can contend with them…”

Just then, the Golden-winged Little Peng King moved. He let out a sharp whistle, shaking the mountains. Trees quivered, withered leaves fell, and the endless mountain range filled with a palpable killing aura.

“One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords!”

The Golden-winged Little Peng King immediately unleashed a supreme technique. His entire body gleamed with golden brilliance, emitting a blinding light as tens of thousands of terrifying golden sword auras shot out.

The murderous aura soared, causing the heavens and earth to tremble. Countless Holy Swords slashed out together, shattering the void. It was as if the pillars supporting heaven and earth had collapsed, sweeping away everything with irresistible force.

BOOM!

Exactly one hundred and eight thousand Holy Swords, each one hundred zhang long, materialized in the void, then slashed down forcefully.

These were no longer mere sword auras; they had transformed into an ocean of Holy Swords, a golden storm of terror that swallowed everything, sweeping forward to destroy all obstacles.

This was an innate Supreme Divine Technique of the Celestial Roc Clan, capable of leveling armies of thousands, an indiscriminate slaughter!

Not to mention that this time, they all targeted one person. Such power was unimaginable, as if the end of the world had arrived, with heaven and earth collapsing.

One hundred and eight thousand Holy Swords spewed sword aura that turned into an ocean. This torrent devoured everything, swept away all in its path, possessing the divine might of countless tons!

BOOM!

Each sword aura was like a surging flood, terrifying to the extreme, making the distant spectators feel a chill run down their spines. How could anyone fight against such power?

He alone was equivalent to an army of thousands. How many among the younger generation could withstand such earth-shattering divine might? Even Saint Son Level experts would likely fall with regret!

Ye Fan’s heart grew cold. In the past, he had fought against this Supreme Divine Technique of one hundred and eight thousand swords. Back then, he had defended using the Origin Qi Cauldron and extinguished them with the terrifying black fire from the Fire God Furnace. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to resolve.

Now, facing it once more, he had lost both the Origin Qi Cauldron and the Fire God Furnace; he could only rely on himself to meet the challenge!

BOOM!

Lightning flashed and thunder roared within his Wheel and Sea. An endless golden ocean surged forth, engulfing him and blocking the sea of swords from the outside!

CRACKLE!

The aura of the beginning of heaven and earth permeated the air. Above the golden Sea of Bitterness, endless bolts of lightning danced and struck, enveloping Ye Fan as if he were splitting the heavens and opening the earth.

He stood holding the green lotus, his robes fluttering, calmly facing the one hundred and eight thousand Holy Swords. He used his own body to block this Supreme Divine Technique, one capable of killing a Saint Heir.

“Ah…” The Golden-winged Little Peng King roared, his full head of golden hair seeming to ignite like flames. He brandished overwhelming magical power, charging forward to kill.

His gaze, as sharp as a Heavenly Sword, pierced the void. He stood like a Demon God, unstoppable, wielding the unique Holy Sword—one condensed from the Celestial Roc Clan’s own sacred blood, proclaimed to be immortal!

“Ye Fan, I will sever your soul!”

A roc’s cry tore through the sky as he brought the Holy Sword cleaving down. His Blood Qi surged to the heavens, his roar shaking rivers and mountains; the endless mountain ranges trembled.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!…

The one hundred and eight thousand swords slashed into the golden Sea of Bitterness, transforming into golden Celestial Rocs that tore at heaven and earth as they lunged towards Ye Fan—a supreme offensive.

Everyone was stunned. The Golden-winged Little Peng King indeed had the prowess to look down upon the younger generation. He had actually pierced the Holy Body Variation with the Holy Swords! What an incredibly sharp and powerful attack this was!

One hundred and eight thousand Celestial Rocs covered the sky. All were forged from gold, each ferocious, divinely martial and unparalleled, spreading their wings to tear the sky, swinging their claws to shatter the void.

A tremendously overwhelming offensive! Divine Rocs crisscrossed the golden Sea of Bitterness, their successive cries threatening to collapse the very firmament, terrifying onlookers to the point their Heart Spirits almost shattered.

If it were anyone else, it would certainly spell doom; attacked at close range by so many golden Divine Rocs, they would be utterly powerless to reverse the situation. But Ye Fan was different; a faint, cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“I will kill you until you despair!”

He stood holding the green lotus, his body wreathed in lightning, his golden Blood Qi surging to the heavens. With a deafening BOOM, he sealed this patch of sky with the golden Sea of Bitterness.

Afterwards, Ye Fan moved like lightning, wielding the green lotus, slaughtering the boundless golden Celestial Rocs!

The green lotus was like a verdant mist in Ye Fan’s hand, a hazy blur carving out streaks of green light. Yet, it was terrifyingly potent, capable of slaying all living things.

Ye Fan’s movements were too fast. He struck ruthlessly, the green lotus as sharp as a blade, splitting one Celestial Roc open, its blood splashing out. He did not stop, charging towards the next.

SQUELCH! SQUELCH!…

He wielded the green lotus, continuously slashing. Celestial Roc heads fell in succession; the massive bodies of Celestial Rocs plummeted from the sky one after another.

This was real blood, used by the Golden-winged Little Peng King for the blood sacrifice to nurture the Holy Swords, transforming them into one hundred and eight thousand eternally undying swords. Yet now, Ye Fan was continuously slaying them.

“The Sacred Body’s Sea of Bitterness is golden, so different from ours! It can transform into an invincible defensive Variation…” many were thunderstruck from afar.

“Ah…” The Golden-winged Little Peng King roared, his majestic body seeming to crack the sky. Golden waves of Qi surged from him, as if a Demon Saint had been resurrected!

He waved the true Golden Holy Sword, launching his most ferocious offensive. All the Celestial Rocs trapped in the golden Sea of Bitterness shrieked, then burst into flames, transforming into endless beams of killing light!

Yet, within the golden Sea of Bitterness Variation, Ye Fan seemed like an absolute Sovereign. Lightning coiled around him, making him appear as if he were forging a new world.

He was immovable. All the golden Celestial Rocs were unable to approach, continuously annihilated by him—one strike, one corpse; one strike, a spray of blood mist.

Corpse after corpse of the Divine Rocs could be clearly seen falling, plunging into the golden Sea of Bitterness, only to be continuously slain.

“Good! These are the Holy Swords that birdman nurtured with his essence blood! Though they’re claimed to be indestructible, being cut down like this will damage his Yuan Qi!” the big black dog shouted.

The golden Sea of Bitterness was dyed red with blood, with innumerable Celestial Roc corpses floating within—a scene of utter devastation.

Ye Fan’s gaze was frigid, like an Asura reborn. His black hair whipped about as he wielded the blood-dripping green lotus, slaughtering mercilessly until all one hundred and eight thousand Celestial Rocs had been slain by him.

BOOM!

With one final tremor, the golden Sea of Bitterness surged. Ye Fan stood with the green lotus, his robes unstained by blood, perfectly calm and serene, like a deity holding a flower. He declared, “What else do you have? Bring it all out! Today, I’ll make a clean sweep of them!”

In the distant sky, all were astounded. The simultaneous attack of one hundred and eight thousand swords was enough to kill a Saint Heir, yet Ye Fan had annihilated them all, evaporating the Celestial Rocs’ essence blood!

Although the Flickering Light Saint Heir’s expression was calm, he was inwardly shaken, and his eyes grew even more profound.

Fenghuang, on the other hand, was very surprised. She hadn’t expected Ye Fan’s methods to be so heaven-defying that he could break the technique of one hundred and eight thousand swords in such a way.

The expressions of the Purple Mansion Saint Heir and Zhao Fa were somewhat stiff. They asked themselves if they could have annihilated one hundred and eight thousand Divine Rocs in such a fashion, and their hearts trembled.

The Golden-winged Little Peng King’s hair was disheveled, his eyes as sharp and pelling as blades. His bloodlust and wild nature were now fully on display as he said in a chilling voice, “I have my own ways to destroy you!”