Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 469: Chapter 474 Outer Heaven Flying Immortal

The ultimate life-and-death showdown, a pinnacle battle of the young generation—Ye Fan had hacked the Golden-winged Little Peng King to pieces while he was still alive!

Blood splattered everywhere. Ye Fan’s body was soaked in Peng blood as he stood in the void; even his hair was stained. He resembled a blood-soaked Asura, instilling fear in all who saw him.

The Golden-winged Little Peng King’s body was torn in half, his viscera spilling out. It was an incredibly gruesome sight; he was thoroughly crippled.

Everyone’s expression changed. The once proud and unstoppable Golden-winged Little Peng King had met such a tragic end! It was truly horrific!

He was originally a top figure of the younger generation, born as a prodigy. Arrogant and domineering, he had roamed the Eastern Wastelands unchallenged for a decade, yet he ended in such a tragic manner.

Fenghuang’s watery eyes were filled with astonishment. She could hardly believe what she was seeing—the rebellious Golden-winged Little Peng King had been so utterly defeated.

Zhao Fa’s face stiffened; he was deeply shocked. Whether it was the Golden-winged Little Peng King or Ye Fan, both possessed heaven-defying abilities. Such a duel sent a chill down his spine.

On the other side, Yao Xi’s expression was extremely complex. Such a powerful Sacred Body made her uneasy; he was far stronger than she had anticipated. Moreover, she had a “handle” on him that he exploited, something she had always wanted to reclaim but couldn’t.

The Purple Mansion Saint Heir, Wanchu Saint Heir, Yaochi Saintess, and others, although their expressions remained unchanged, it was hard to say if their hearts were calm.

Ye Fan had活劈 (hacked alive) the Golden-winged Little Peng King. His entire body was bleeding, and he himself was not lightly injured. The Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique was unparalleled in this world, a peerless Holy Technique, and it had left many terrifying wounds on him.

The two had battled for nearly five thousand rounds before a victor emerged. This was the most arduous battle Ye Fan had faced since his debut, and he had nearly perished here.

If not for realizing some of his own “Dao” at the critical moment and perfectly evolving it through the Fighting Saint Technique, he truly would have met a bitter end.

“Kill me! Ah…” the Golden-winged Little Peng King screamed, utterly desolate. His mighty physical body had been ruined by Ye Fan—this was a fatal blow.

At this moment, only his head remained almost intact; his body had been completely torn in half by Ye Fan.

Ye Fan made no movement, remaining silent. He could feel a pair of cold eyes staring at him, a murderous intent penetrating his very bones.

This was a terrifying intent. Those eyes seemed capable of piercing through nothingness. In a single thought, they could turn the earth into a river of blood and create mountains of corpses!

It was as if a peerless divine master had descended, standing upon the clouds, overlooking the vast earth, coldly staring at Ye Fan, his murderous intent pervading the air.

He couldn’t see that person, but he knew it had to be the infamous Old Peng King, feared by the various Holy Masters!

Ye Fan felt the supreme Dao aura of the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique. It was countless times more terrifying than the Golden-winged Little Peng King’s, capable of turning millions of living beings on earth into corpses with a single thought!

The Old Peng King rampaged across the world, causing all Holy Masters to avoid him. He was a peerless heroic lord, who looked down upon the Eastern Wastelands, rarely finding a worthy opponent!

Now that he had obtained the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique, no one could predict how truly strong he had become.

“Give me a quick death! Kill me! Dying by your hand, I have no regrets!” the Golden-winged Little Peng King roared.

Ye Fan indeed loathed him immensely. In every encounter, this arrogant bird-man had provoked him, repeatedly trying to suppress him. This battle had been destined long ago.

However, seeing him so utterly desolate and staunch at this moment, Ye Fan suddenly felt that this hateful bird-man possessed a certain straightforwardness.

In a way, the Golden-winged Little Peng King was much more agreeable than the deeply scheming Hua Yunfei, and far more candid than the Flickering Light Saint Heir, whose motives were unclear.

Hua Yunfei, Yao Xi, all the Saint Heirs… whether good or bad, none of them would have confronted him so openly. Only the Golden-winged Little Peng King dared to face him directly in a battle of life and death.

SLICE!

Eventually, Ye Fan moved. Slicing horizontally with his right hand, he severed the Golden-winged Little Peng King’s head and held it. The torn corpse, spraying blood, fell from high above.

The crowd was in an uproar. Ye Fan had ultimately crippled the Golden-winged Little Peng King. His True Body of the Celestial Roc was destroyed, and his entire cultivation base was gone. From this day forth, the Little Peng King was no more!

“A figure of heavenly talent, a king of his generation, has thus become a thing of the past.”

“What a pity! Soaring with ambition to rule the world, he could have become a peerless Demon Lord, yet he ended up like this…”

There wasn’t a single person who wasn’t shaken. The renowned Golden-winged Little Peng King had met such a dim end.

It was said that he might have trodden the path of the Great Emperor. He truly hadn’t disappointed in that regard; his Reverse Immortal Slaying could suppress heroic figures of the older generation.

Alas, he encountered the Doomsday Holy Body, a figure who could truly rival a young Great Emperor. Ultimately, he met a bitter end.

“Kill me! Grant me a swift death!” the Golden-winged Little Peng King roared with his divine scan, tears actually rolling down his cheeks.

Everyone was greatly moved. This proud and untamable young king was actually shedding tears. One could only imagine the utter desolation in his heart at this moment.

A chill ran through the crowd. The threat of the Sacred Body was too immense. Looking across the Eastern Wastelands, it seemed there were fewer than five young-generation cultivators who could rival him.

Their only consolation was that Ye Fan had little life remaining, only half a month of longevity left. To survive, he would have to sever his own cultivation base.

However, many harbored doubts. Can someone with such powerful combat strength truly be a dying man? they wondered internally.

But Ye Fan had been harmed at his Source by the Great Dao; this was known to everyone. Even the peerless Divine King, who had tried to save him at the cost of his own life, had failed, so no one believed Ye Fan could heal himself.

Because various Holy Masters had declared that the Sacred Body had reached a dead end. It was irrecoverable unless a world-shaking miracle occurred.

“I did not wish to kill Brother Peng, but he forced my hand. Please, Senior, heal him,” Ye Fan transmitted his voice into the void.

He felt an unparalleled murderous intent, as if a deity was looking down on him, prepared to unleash divine punishment, to strike him down with a thunderous blow at any moment!

However, Ye Fan also held no fear. He secretly transmitted a message to the Black Emperor to set up the Array Patterns of the Void Great Emperor, prepared, at worst, to flee with this head far from the Eastern Wastelands, never to return.

Yet, he felt unwilling. The Nine Secret Arts were scattered across the Eastern Wastelands, and one of them was at the Holy Cliff. He truly didn’t want to leave the Eastern Wastelands just yet.

「」

From the void, a figure walked out step by step, heaven and earth pulsing in rhythm with him—this was the rhythm of the Great Dao!

Everyone was aghast. This was an incredible existence. The figure transitioned from vague to solid, walking towards them like a deity.

The renowned Old Peng King had appeared. After practicing the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique, his divine bearing made even the Holy Masters more alarmed.

He was tall and imposing, dressed in golden Daoist robes, his expression blank. His long golden hair swayed without any wind, and his gaze was like two sharp swords. He seemed to merge with heaven and earth as one.

As soon as the peerless Demon King appeared, other great figures also emerged one after another. It was the Wind Clan Holy Master’s grand birthday celebration, which had drawn many Saint Master-level characters.

All eyes turned to the center of the field, focusing on the unfolding events. Suddenly, an extreme silence fell, so profound that the sound of falling petals could be heard in the Endless Mountain Range.

POOF!

The Old Peng King struck out with a finger. The Little Peng King’s torn body instantly disintegrated, becoming a mist of blood. Everyone was shocked. What does he mean by this? Destroying his own grandson’s body is equivalent to completely extinguishing all hope!

SWISH!

The Old Peng King gestured, and the head in Ye Fan’s hand flew over, landing in his large hand.

“Do you know why you were defeated?” he asked, his face calm.

“I…” the Golden-winged Little Peng King roared in pain, his eyes filled with bloodshot light.

“Enough. Let me personally send you on your way. In the past, I pampered you too much, which wasted your talent,” the Old Peng King said calmly, his eyes infinitely deep, as he raised his hand to point at his grandson’s head.

“Brother Peng, don’t do this!” the Wind Clan Holy Master exclaimed, raising a hand to stop him.

Beside them, others were even more shocked. Everyone knew the Old Peng King was incredibly domineering and very protective. He especially doted on this exceptionally talented grandson. No one expected him to personally kill him now.

The killing intent jolted the Golden-winged Little Peng King awake. As if receiving a sudden enlightenment, he quickly calmed down. His eyes grew somewhat dim, and he said nothing.

“Do you understand now?” The Old Peng King’s finger pulsed with golden light. If he just thrust it forward, the head would surely shatter into pieces.

“I understand,” the Golden-winged Little Peng King said calmly, disregarding the imminent threat of death.

“At least you haven’t utterly disappointed me.” The Old Peng King lifted his head, his golden Daoist robes swaying as he strode away.

Ye Fan’s heart trembled. This Old Peng King is truly extraordinary; no wonder he can dominate the world.

“Brother Peng, please wait. I have some Healing Holy Medicine here,” the Wind Clan Holy Master said. Such an incident occurring on his grand birthday—he could not simply ignore it.

“No need.” The Old Peng King did not turn back, disappearing step by step, his figure about to vanish completely.

“If you cannot pass the nine trials set by our clan’s ancient Saints, then never emerge into the world again.” This was his final parting message.

Does the Old Peng King truly want his grandson dead? The nine trials set by ancient Saints—in over a hundred thousand years, fewer than ten people have managed to pass them!

The Little Peng King is already crippled. What is his intention? Could he be allowing him to start anew?

The cultivators present, whether of the older or younger generation, were all inexplicably astonished.

The Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique is truly terrifying! Only four forms were shown, and it’s already this powerful. Who knows what kind of dreadful divine might the later five forms possess…

Everyone’s heart trembled. Ancient Saints’ corpses littered the ground, blood stained the earth; those scenes seemed to still float before their eyes, leaving no one able to calm down.

People couldn’t help but glance at Ye Fan. He had actually deciphered the first four forms of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Technique. Though he had faced near-death, he ultimately succeeded. No one knew how he had managed it. They strained to recall, but found those Holy Techniques unfathomable.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, secretly startled by Ye Fan’s methods. If he could survive, his future would be limitless. Even now, he could already dominate the younger generation.

Even on the brink of death, his power was overwhelming. With Flickering Light not making a move and the Divine King Body not appearing, who could contend with him? This was undoubtedly his truest portrayal at this moment!

The Wind Clan Holy Master nodded towards him and tossed over a bottle of Healing Holy Medicine. He then turned to leave, and the other Saint Master-level figures also departed.

The cool mountain wind blew, causing the myriad trees to sway and leaves to scatter chaotically. After the great battle, the Endless Mountain Range was a scene of devastation, filled with a bleak, murderous autumn air.

The younger generation, whether Saint Heirs or Sacred Ladies, all felt a chill in their hearts. The combat power of the Sacred Body made everyone extremely apprehensive.

POP!

Suddenly, a flash of cold light appeared, and the killing intent was bone-chilling!

A faint shadow abruptly materialized beside Ye Fan. An Iron Sword slashed horizontally through the air, stabbing towards Ye Fan’s chest—it was too fast and too sudden.

Everyone’s pupils constricted sharply. Many asked themselves, If it were me, I would certainly be unable to evade and would be doomed to perish.

CLANG!

In that critical instant, Ye Fan’s golden fist slammed into the sword’s edge, yet his chest was still pierced by a terrifying wound from which golden blood flowed.

SHING!

A sword’s cold light illuminated the earth! Another figure flew in, their white robes billowing, like an Outer Heaven Flying Immortal!

It was truly too fast, catching everyone off guard. A white-robed woman, her body and sword as one, charged close, the sword’s edge aimed straight at Ye Fan’s head.

There was no way to dodge; everything happened so abruptly and swiftly, appearing out of thin air! (To be continued. If you wish to know what happens next, please log in to www. for more chapters. Support the author and read genuine copies!)