Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 467: Chapter 472: Slaying the Roc

The Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique was incredibly renowned, created by a Saint of the Celestial Roc Clan specifically for slaughtering the Saints of the human race. In that ancient era, it became a bloody terror; merely speaking of this Holy Technique would cause faces across the land to turn pale.

It should have vanished for hundreds of thousands of years, sealed away in the dust of history, yet unexpectedly, it had emerged once more today!

“Cough…” The Golden Winged Little Roc King continuously coughed up blood, his majestic body flowing with golden light, his eyes flashing with a wild brilliance as he stared intensely at Ye Fan.

He had never imagined that the unparalleled Saint Slaughter Technique would fail to kill Ye Fan. Instead, he himself had suffered grievous injuries. This outcome was difficult for him to accept.

CLANG!

The Golden Winged Little Roc King spat out a final mouthful of blood and straightened his body. A cruel expression appeared on his face, his teeth a sinister, snow-white. “You’ve surprised me,” he said, “but you still must die. This is merely the first form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique!”

He was like a blood-drenched Asura, his battle intent soaring, his murderous intent shaking the heavens. Surging golden energy waves rolled across his body, and his eyes, like cold lightning, were terrifying.

“The Old Roc King truly had a great opportunity! Exploring that ancient ruin, he unexpectedly regained his clan’s Supreme Sacred Technique.”

“The Celestial Roc Clan once again possesses this Supreme Sacred Technique! In the future, few will dare to provoke them. This is an invisible deterrent!”

“The Doomsday Holy Body is truly terrifying! What kind of Holy Technique did he unleash to unexpectedly suppress the Saint Slaughter Technique? It’s astounding! He must have studied some ancient scriptures!”

No one could remain calm. Shock was written on every face, their hearts pounding fiercely as they stared, transfixed, at the two great masters in the field.

Ye Fan’s eyes turned cold. The Golden Winged Little Roc King isn’t dead yet. His life force is incredibly strong. Aside from me, he possesses the most formidable physique of the younger generation.

“Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique — Second Form!” the Golden Winged Little Roc King bellowed.

A brilliant light streaked across heaven and earth. A golden Peng bird transformed into a human figure holding a Scepter, striding forth from the distant horizon.

Invisible murderous intent surged like a tide, and terrifying fluctuations erupted like a volcano. This was a chilling golden figure with the head of a Peng and the body of a man, like a supreme king surveying the Great Wilderness.

He seemed to walk from the ancient earth, each step causing the mountains and rivers to tremble. He exuded an unparalleled pressure, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.

This was the second form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique, manifesting a kingly Golden Body that strode forward, pressing down on Ye Fan, its murderous intent sweeping in all directions.

BOOM!

He wielded the Scepter, swinging it down, shattering mountains and rivers, sundering the sky. Like a deity, he possessed an irresistible might.

Golden energy waves erupted like a mountain torrent, like an ocean crashing against the sky, coalescing into boundless waves that pressed forward to bury Ye Fan.

It was a terrifying Attack and Kill Sacred Technique, an almost irresistible deadly strike. This was like a Saint taking action; mortals were mere ants, powerless to turn the tide.

Ye Fan’s heart grew stern. He decisively retreated using the old madman’s footwork, protecting himself with the Golden Sea of Suffering while wielding the green lotus to parry.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Around Ye Fan, golden Divine Light rained down like myriad drops, each strike piercing through space, its destructive power shocking.

Everyone was stunned. That golden figure truly resembled an ancient Demon God; every swing of the Scepter brought down an endless, terrifying rain of light.

Each ray of Divine Light pierced through the void, turning the area into a desolate ruin. Its Attack Power was unmatched in the world!

This was not a single attack, but thousands of rays of light raining down, all aimed at Ye Fan alone, leaving him no escape.

“The terrifying Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique is truly horrifying! With such a Holy Technique unleashed, how many of the younger generation can face it head-on?”

“In ancient times, Saints perished, their blood staining heaven and earth, all because of this Holy Technique. It’s truly terrifying!”

…

At this moment, even the pupils of Flickering Light’s Saint Heir flashed with brilliance as he stared intently, as if he could pierce through time and space to perceive the origin of it all.

Unconsciously, the Divine Light surrounding him grew much brighter, almost forming myriad worlds, each one incredibly distinct.

Since Ye Fan could not evade, he stopped retreating. The Fighting Saint Technique was pushed to its peak as he evolved his own Dao to resist this terrifying Saint Slaying Divine Technique.

At this moment, he was neither joyful nor sorrowful, devoid of distracting thoughts. His entire being seemed to have transcended the mundane, his mind empty and clear. He embraced the moon with both hands, slowly pushing them forward.

The Tai Chi Dao manifested behind him. His hands rotated, one as black as ink and the other as white as jade, tracing the Dao Lines.

His hands transformed into the Yin Yang Divine Points within the Tai Chi Dao, representing True Yin and True Yang!

Within the Tai Chi Divine Map, the Yang Diagram nurtures a point of Yin, and the Yin Diagram nurtures a point of Yang—the embodiment of the Dao’s ultimate transformation.

At this moment, his hands became those very points of True Yin and True Yang, evolving the beginning and end of the Dao, representing an eternal, unchanging Law.

His left hand, representing True Yin, was as black as ink. He pressed it into the void. With a deafening BOOM! a gigantic black hole appeared.

In that region, nothing could be seen as it swallowed all light. No one could see through it, and it felt as if everyone’s very soul was being sucked in, striking terror into the hearts of all spectators.

Ye Fan’s left hand, transformed into True Yin, collapsed the void as he pressed down, evolving a black hole that devoured the endless rain of light. The myriad Attack and Kill Sacred Techniques could scarcely harm him.

“You cannot break it! I will slay your living soul!” the Golden Winged Little Roc King shouted, the wild brilliance in his eyes growing even stronger.

BOOM!

Before him, the figure resembling an ancient deity grew increasingly distinct. A Crown appeared on its Peng head, majestic and inviolable.

The Golden Scepter in its hand emitted countless rays of holy splendor, dazzling beyond compare, as if a sun were embedded within it.

This figure fiercely swung the Scepter. Countless slaughtering Divine Lights transformed into a torrential river, surging forward as one.

Endless brilliance filled their vision, a dazzling sight of thousands upon thousands of golden rivers piercing through space and surging towards Ye Fan, destroying everything in their path.

Everyone experienced a suffocating sensation, their bodies trembling as they all quickly retreated. This fear stemmed from their very Life Origin, spreading continuously.

Golden energy waves erupted, each containing the Dao of slaughter. The Heaven and Earth Laws were intertwining and surging, and the destructive Qi Mechanism was immense.

Ye Fan endured immense pressure. His bones crackled, and the black hole evolved by his ink-black left hand was on the verge of collapse.

It felt as if mountains were crushing him. Had it been other cultivators, they would have been turned to pulp long ago. Even his formidable physical body creaked and groaned under the strain.

A trickle of blood escaped the corner of Ye Fan’s mouth. This was no feigned injury meant to mislead; he was genuinely wounded by the immense force.

BOOM!

The Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique was terrifying to the extreme. It had once caused rivers of blood to flow across the land and stained the skies with the blood of Saints, who perished, their Daos extinguished.

Endless light became the sole existence between heaven and earth, engulfing Ye Fan, threatening to tear him apart and reduce him to shattered bones and bloodied pulp.

“Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique — Third Form!” the Golden Winged Little Roc King roared, and the mountains trembled.

At this critical moment, he executed the third form, linking it with the previous one, crushing everything in its path, rendering it even more terrifying!

The Golden Winged Little Roc King exerted all his effort to unleash the unparalleled Holy Technique, determined to completely obliterate Ye Fan. Only after enduring such a great battle did he truly realize how terrifying the sacred body was.

He had to attack with all his might, unwilling to give Ye Fan the slightest chance. He aimed to annihilate him completely, in both form and spirit, ensuring he could never rise again.

“The third form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique is unleashed!”

“It is said that once this form is unleashed, sacred blood will inevitably be spilled; even ancient Saints would fall!”

The crowd exclaimed, their eyes wide with tension as they watched. They had never expected the Golden Winged Little Roc King to possess such heaven-defying methods.

If he continued to grow and fully comprehended this Supreme Saint Slaughter Technique, he would undoubtedly become another being capable of slaughtering Saints, reigning unmatched in the world!

BOOM!

Ye Fan was struck as if by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood. This was an extremely arduous battle; he could not have imagined the opponent’s Holy Technique to be so terrifying.

The Golden Winged Little Roc King indeed possessed the capital to look down upon the young elites of the world. Once the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique was unleashed, who could possibly confront it?

Ye Fan struggled fiercely. His left hand, as dark as ink, represented the Great Dao’s True Yin and evolved into a black hole. His right hand, as white as jade, represented True Yang, but it had yet to manifest anything.

BOOM!

A succession of nine great waves struck, cracking parts of Ye Fan’s skin. Even a physique as powerful as his was nearly destroyed by the overwhelming magical power.

Endless Great Dao Laws were contained within the third form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique. Even the black hole could not completely swallow or absorb them all. Ye Fan suffered repeated injuries, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

“The Saint Slaughter Technique is too terrifying; it’s irresistible!”

“The legend is indeed true! Once the third form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique is unleashed, Saint’s blood will flow. Although Ye Fan is not a Saint, he possesses a sacred body, so the legend is not broken.”

DONG!

Ye Fan’s body shook violently; he could not even dodge. Dao Laws permeated the space between heaven and earth, filled with the bloody aura of Saint Slaughter, giving him the feeling that doomsday was approaching.

After experiencing many great battles, this was the first time he had felt such an ominous premonition. It’s as if the Saint Slaughter Technique is specifically targeting me!

“Cough…”

He kept coughing up blood. It was the first time he had received such severe injuries in a major battle; this fight was incredibly challenging and perilous!

Everyone watched with bated breath. This single form might well decide life and death, victory and defeat. Many felt that Ye Fan would not be able to endure.

Life… Death… Life… At this most critical juncture, Ye Fan’s mind calmed. His right hand, as white and flawless as jade, representing True Yang, flickered continuously.

He cleared his mind of distractions, his heart becoming serene, as if time itself had stopped. Suddenly, brilliant Divine Light erupted from his eyes; he had comprehended everything in an instant.

BOOM!

His right hand, representing True Yang, exploded with a light more dazzling than ten suns combined. It pressed forcefully into the void and then collided with the black hole created by his left hand.

RUMBLE!

This part of the world shattered. The sky seemed to have been overturned, and the earth appeared to sink eternally, leaving nothing behind.

The great collision of True Yin and True Yang, an ultimate evolution of the Tai Chi Divine Map, allowed Ye Fan to comprehend many principles of the Dao during this life-and-death battle.

In this arduous and deadly combat, though he was nearly cleaved in two by the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique, he gained tremendously. He understood many things and, for the first time, evolved some of his own ‘Dao’.

BOOM!

Terrifying energy continued to erupt. Golden blood flowed from Ye Fan’s entire body. He was heavily injured, yet he smiled, revealing his snow-white teeth.

“AAARGH!”

Opposite him, the Golden Winged Little Roc King screamed. The third form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique had been broken, and the deity wearing the Crown before him shattered into pieces.

He himself was also struck by a terrifying impact. Almost instantly, seven or eight bloody holes, transparent from front to back, were pierced through his body by True Yin and True Yang.

The Golden Winged Little Roc King, despite his majestic posture, was now stained with blood. He collapsed, gazing skyward, his hair in disarray. His golden pupils burned with anger as he was sent flying backward by the dreadful shockwave of energy.

“Heavenly Demon Slaugh—” he roared, desperately trying to unleash the fourth form!

Ye Fan gave a cold laugh. Leaving an afterimage in his place, he charged forward. How could he possibly allow his opponent to strike again?

The Golden Winged Little Roc King retreated at extreme speed, but Ye Fan still caught up; the old madman’s footwork proved superior by a narrow margin.

BUZZ!

Ye Fan’s large golden hand slammed down, forcibly interrupting the Golden Winged Little Roc King’s Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique. The Roc King spat out another mouthful of blood, forced onto the defensive.

CLANG!

The two clashed intensely, their physical bodies colliding directly for the first time, emitting a blinding light.

“AAARGH!”

The Golden Winged Little Roc King screamed, clearly having suffered a great loss in this collision. His right hand was nearly deformed, and his body, drenched in blood, bore many new wounds.

PUFF!

Ye Fan charged forward, exerting his full effort to suppress the Golden Winged Little Roc King, striking repeatedly and giving him no quarter.

In the distance, everyone was stunned. This was a life-and-death struggle, and the great battle was finally drawing to a close!

CLANG! CLINK!

The fierce collisions continued. The Golden Winged Little Roc King screamed, his golden hair standing on end, his rage reaching its peak.

“KILL!”

Ye Fan roared, now truly enraged. He gripped the Golden Winged Little Roc King’s arm with a force that seemed capable of swallowing rivers and mountains!

“AAARGH!” Ye Fan shouted, his cry shaking heaven and earth as he tore with all his might.

SPLATTER!

Blood erupted, and he forcibly tore off the Golden Winged Little Roc King’s right arm! Peng blood stained the sky!