Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 249 - 250 Chapter 255 Celestial Roc Extreme Speed

250: Chapter 255 Celestial Roc Extreme Speed 250: Chapter 255 Celestial Roc Extreme Speed Golden-Winged Little Peng King stood with his hands behind his back, his golden hair flowing wildly.

His gaze was intimidating, exuding an aura of supreme dominance and exerting an overwhelming pressure on everyone present.

“Why must Brother Peng do this?” The Green-Robed Little Flood Dragon King blocked the way.

With killing intent as sharp as a blade, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s words were cold, “I’ve given him a choice.

Leave the Profound Yellow Root, and he can leave alive; otherwise, I’ll take it myself, and his corpse won’t be intact!” “Golden-Winged Little Peng King, don’t go too far!” Tu Fei rebuked, also barring the way.

“What can you do if I go too far?!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s pupils were as sharp as knives, his gaze piercing to the bone, enveloping Tu Fei with killing intent.

This was a person who would turn his back on family and friends, valuing only his own will above all else.

Once he made a decision, no one could stop him.

The Green-Robed Little Flood Dragon King’s face darkened.

Regardless of the reason, this was his palace, and he, as its master, could not simply stand by while someone intended to kill a guest here.

Within the grand palace, formless killing intent permeated the air, and the tension was palpable.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was like an unsheathed Heavenly Saber, causing even the Maids standing at a distance to tremble.

Facing such a dangerous individual radiating an overwhelming murderous aura, Ye Fan was direct.

He said nothing and simply summoned the cauldron forged from Origin Qi, suspending it above his head.

Currently, strength reigned supreme.

Talk of principles and reason was useless; actions and power were the only things that mattered.

The Black Yellow Qi descended, enshrouding Ye Fan tightly, Origin Qi flowing as if time itself was rewinding to its primordial state.

As soon as the cauldron appeared, the eyes of several other demon clan members seated nearby flashed with Divine Light as they stared intently.

“Just to my liking!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King extended a large hand, transforming it into a massive golden Peng claw that filled half the grand hall.

He reached for the Mystic Yellow Cauldron, a terrifying sight.

This was extreme arrogance, facing a weapon forged from holy divine relics without the slightest fear, wanting to directly snatch it from atop Ye Fan’s head.

BANG!

The Green-Robed Little Flood Dragon King intervened, extending a large hand to block the space above the Mystic Yellow Cauldron, meeting the enormous Peng claw.

This was a top-level collision among the younger generation of the demon clan.

Though not a death match, such a casual strike was terrifying enough to turn the entire palace to dust.

However, neither of them wished to destroy this place.

Both retracted their force in time, their large hands acting like black holes that absorbed the ensuing tempest as they withdrew their divine energy.

“Brother Qingyi, my mind is made up; you can’t stop me!” The killing intent in the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s eyes did not lessen.

Behind him, a Divine Bird resembling a god materialized—a Peng, emitting an incomparably terrifying Demonic Qi.

BUZZ!

The entire palace trembled.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King arrogantly surveyed everyone present and struck again towards the Mystic Yellow Cauldron, his divine might unfathomable.

The Green-Robed Little Flood Dragon King attempted to block, and Tu Fei also moved to assist.

This was the first time Ye Fan had encountered such an implacable individual.

He had nothing more to say and simply vibrated the cauldron forged from Origin Qi, striking back at the massive hand.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King indeed possessed astonishing prowess.

Otherwise, how could he dare attempt to seize the cauldron with his bare hands?

His massive hand was like a heavenly mountain, seemingly capable of suppressing the very heavens.

CLANG!

The large hand he extended was even more terrifying than the Great Void Handprint displayed by the Ji Family disciples.

It struck the cauldron forged from Origin Qi, causing it to resonate violently and nearly fly away.

Ye Fan’s heart trembled.

This person was indeed a top figure among the younger generation, seemingly invincible in the Central Eastern Desolate region.

If the Green-Robed Little Flood Dragon King hadn’t intervened, he might have actually snatched the cauldron.

BANG!

The Green-Robed Little Flood Dragon King and Tu Fei simultaneously struck the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s arm, forcing him to redirect his strength to face them.

It had to be said, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King was terrifyingly formidable.

Wherever his palm and fingers passed, space itself seemed to dim and collapse under the pressure!

What kind of figure was the Green-Robed Little Flood Dragon King?

He was a top young powerhouse, on par with the Saint Heirs and Sacred Ladies of the great Sacred Lands, and the inheritor of the demon clan sovereign—the Green Flood Dragon King.

Tu Fei was also extraordinary.

He had once battled Yao Xi, the Flickering Light Sacred Lady, and though defeated, he had managed to ensure his own safety.

Yet, even with both the Green-Robed Little Flood Dragon King and Tu Fei attacking simultaneously, they were unable to stop him.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was like a god, unstoppable.

Standing tall, his large hands, like heavenly mountains and carrying the weight of ten thousand jun, slammed down.

The pressure turned their faces pale and sent them flying in an instant.

“If I want to kill you, no one can save you!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King advanced step by step, looming over Ye Fan and looking down at him.

Killing intent flowed in his eyes, and a vast golden wind stirred around him.

His giant hand reached forward, aiming to directly seize the cauldron above Ye Fan’s head.

To snatch the cauldron so directly from atop someone’s head was not merely arrogance; it was a testament to his unparalleled strength.

Few would ever dare such a feat.

Ye Fan activated the Fighting Saint Technique, maneuvering the Mystic Yellow Cauldron to strike at the large golden hand, hoping to shatter it to dust.

CLANG!

The Great Cauldron roared, its soundwaves like a tsunami.

Yet, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s power was enough to shake the heavens; he grasped the cauldron.

The weight of the Mystic Yellow Cauldron was incalculable.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s divine might was truly intimidating as he seized the Great Cauldron, nearly succeeding in plucking it away.

The cauldron forged from Origin Qi shook violently, the shockwaves nearly powerful enough to reduce the entire palace to ash.

The Green-Robed Little Flood Dragon King quickly intervened, neutralizing the aftershocks of the cauldron’s might and preventing the palace’s destruction.

One could only imagine the terrifying might of this cauldron.

Yet, even so, it was seized by the Golden-Winged Little Peng King and was on the brink of being taken.

Ye Fan felt a chill in his heart.

This cauldron could destroy anything, effortlessly crushing enemies.

Yet now, it was being seized by the Golden-Winged Little Peng King and was about to slip from his control—a truly terrifying prospect.

The Green-Robed Little Flood Dragon King and Tu Fei attacked again, but the Golden-Winged Little Peng King was simply too formidable.

His right hand gripped the cauldron while his left hand pressed down with immense divine pressure, sending the two of them flying once more.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King could definitely contend with the Flickering Light Saint Heir; he was another figure capable of rivaling the Divine King Body!

The cauldron, with strands of Origin Qi cascading down from it, could crush a mountain.

Its power was unfathomable, yet it was slowly being lifted by the Golden-Winged Little Peng King.

“KILL!” At that moment, Ye Fan finally struck, unleashing his trump card.

He had been waiting for an opportunity.

Now that the distance was sufficiently close, an inch-long golden sword, manifested from the small golden lake between his brows, shot out in a brilliant flash of light.

His divine sense took form, aiming directly to shatter the Sea of Consciousness of the Golden-Winged Little Peng King.

He hoped for a lethal strike, intending to kill him regardless of his status as the progeny of a sovereign.

The inch-long golden sword, dazzling as a rainbow, swept across the great hall, stunning everyone.

This was a pressure born of divine sense, so potent it made it difficult for people to breathe.

CLANG!

The cauldron forged from Origin Qi chimed softly and returned to hover above Ye Fan’s head, strands of Black Yellow Qi cascading down to protect him.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King, moving like a god teleporting, released the Great Cauldron and noiselessly retreated at a speed so fast it dazzled the eyes, making it impossible for one’s gaze to follow.

Celestial Roc Extreme Speed—truly unmatched in the world!

The small sword formed from Ye Fan’s divine sense was also incredibly fast, like a flash of lightning; most people would not have been able to react in time.

Yet, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King had narrowly avoided it, displaying a speed that shocked everyone present.

“Celestial Roc Body Technique!

The fastest speed in the world!” someone exclaimed.

Ye Fan’s attack was not entirely without effect—a single strand of golden hair drifted down, like a ray of sunlight falling to the ground.

The golden sword formed from divine sense had not pierced the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s forehead, but it had severed a lock of hair from his brow.

At close range, powerful divine sense attacks were usually infallible.

Ye Fan had relied on this technique numerous times to escape danger, such as when he killed Ji Ren and suppressed the Flickering Light Sacred Lady; it had never failed him before.

However, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King had exhibited a fearsome speed that was difficult to believe, allowing him to dodge the attack.

Yet, this was the reality.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s combat prowess was astounding, making him nearly invincible among the younger generation, and his speed was equally terrifying.

“The Celestial Roc Body Technique…

truly unmatched in the world,” someone gasped in amazement.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s golden hair danced wildly, his pupils as sharp as knives as he stared at Ye Fan.

It was only because he possessed such world-shocking speed that he had avoided the golden sword; anyone else would surely have been struck.

Nearby, several other young demon clan members were also astonished, not having expected Ye Fan to possess such terrifying divine sense.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King advanced step by step.

Despite being aware of his opponent’s potent divine sense, he remained fearless.

This was an extremely dangerous individual, his eyes filled with a frenzied killing intent that was both intimidating and heart-chilling.

“Brother Peng, do you truly regard me, your host, as nothing?!” The Green-Robed Little Flood Dragon King’s face was ashen and extremely grim.

“He’s just a Desolate Ancient Wasted Body from the human race.

Kill him, and it’s over.

Why should you concern yourself, Brother Qingyi?” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s killing intent abated slightly.

“He’s my guest.

If you kill him here, what will others think of me?!” “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 and strode out of the palace, declaring, “But I am determined to have that Profound Yellow Root!” As he departed, several Demon Cultivators who were in the grand hall—members of his entourage—followed him out.

Tu Fei fumed, “That’s too much, Brother Qingyi!

This friend of yours is truly inconsiderate, arrogant, and utterly self-centered!

What kind of person is he!” The Green-Robed Little Flood Dragon King’s expression shifted slightly.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he said.

Tu Fei turned to Ye Fan and said, “You’re in serious trouble now.

That self-absorbed madman definitely won’t let you off.” “You should stay in my residence for now.

Don’t go out,” the Green-Robed Little Flood Dragon King said with a frown.

Tu Fei said, “I have to say, little kid Ye, your divine sense is incredibly powerful!

You managed to cut a strand of the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s golden hair.

If news of this spreads, it will definitely cause a sensation!

No one in your generation has ever managed to harm even a hair on his head.” In the great hall, several young demon clan experts looked over.

Ye Fan’s terrifying divine sense attack had indeed deeply shocked everyone.

“You cut off a strand of his golden hair and damaged his pride.

Even if you could get the Peacock King to intervene, it would only suppress him temporarily.

He will undoubtedly come after your life in the future,” Tu Fei said, frowning.

“It’s a pity his speed was just too fast; the divine sense attack ultimately failed.” Ye Fan felt a sense of regret.

He then asked, “Is he truly a Peng bird?” “There are no True Dragons in this world, and naturally, no Kunpeng either.

However, his clan truly does have the blood of the Divine Roc flowing within their veins,” the Green-Robed Little Flood Dragon King answered.

Ye Fan instantly understood.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s clan was similar to the Flood Dragon clan.

They were not pure Divine Rocs or True Dragons, but they were undoubtedly Royal Family within the demon clan.

“The Celestial Roc Body Technique is matchless in this world.

You’ll be in great trouble later on; you won’t be able to escape him even if you try,” a Demon Cultivator spoke up.

“In bygone years, only the old madman of the human race could keep up with the kings of the Roc Clan.

No other extreme speed can compare,” another Demon Cultivator added.

“Brat of the human race, I am determined to have your Profound Yellow Root!” The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s voice drifted in from outside the palace.

“Savour your last few days alive.” The Green-Robed Little Flood Dragon King frowned upon hearing these words.

He turned to a Maid and instructed, “Go and invite Miss Yan Ruyu!”