Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 468: Chapter 473: Ancient Spirits

“AH…” The Golden-winged Little Roc King screamed. His arm had been ripped off, blood dripping, half his body dyed red.

He activated the Innate Qi, his Life Origin boiling. A surge of golden Blood Qi shot from his severed arm, burning the void and causing it to collapse. This was a destructive Qi Mechanism!

With the determination of Jade and Stone Burn Together, he forced Ye Fan to evade. This self-destructive approach nearly set him ablaze.

“BOOM!”

Infinite magical power and overwhelming Dao Glyphs all burst forth, completely ruining this patch of sky and turning it into a horrific wasteland.

Ye Fan was jolted back as endless Dao Laws pressed towards him. This was the power of the Dao contained within the Little Roc King’s blood, the hereditary legacy of his race.

The demon clan and the human race were vastly different; their blood contained treasures left by their ancestors. Once unlocked and excavated, it yielded incredible power!

The mightier the ancestor, the more terrifying the legacy in their blood. Once manifested, it unleashed incredible Divine Might, even capable of conjuring the terrifying sight of an ancient Heavenly Demon descending upon the world.

Ye Fan, assured of victory, did not wish to risk his life against him. Seeing no need to get heavily injured during his desperate struggle, he retreated several hundred meters.

The Golden-winged Little Roc King’s golden hair was matted with blood. He cried out in pain, clutching his severed arm, his eyes filled with disbelief.

“I’ve actually lost an arm…”

He couldn’t accept this reality; this outcome was more unbearable than being killed. His eyes flashed with a near-mad killing intent as he growled deeply, “I, the Golden-winged Little Roc King, shall never be defeated!”

He threw his head back and roared, his golden hair standing on end. His pupils shot out terrifying Divine Radiance, and his entire body blazed with golden light that leaped like flames.

From afar, everyone was utterly shocked. Ye Fan had torn off the Golden-winged Little Roc King’s arm with his bare hands. This result chilled everyone to the bone.

Many successors of supreme Great Sects had an unnatural gleam in their eyes. Such Combat Power instilled a sense of dread in them. That was the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique, a supreme divine art, yet shockingly, it could not withstand the sacred body.

Some Saint Heirs were very wary, their eyes cold. They felt a powerful threat; the sacred body’s Combat Power made them extremely uneasy.

Fenghuang stood in the distant sky, her figure slender, graceful, and elegant. Her beautiful eyes shimmered, and the five-colored mask she wore emitted a soft glow, veiling her face, her expression unknown.

However, from the fluctuating light in her eyes, one could discern a hint of her shock; her thoughts seemed unsettled.

The Flickering Light Saint Heir was very calm, his body suffused with Holy Light. His eyes were as deep as a pond as he stood motionless in the void, his thoughts impossible to fathom.

“AH…” The Golden-winged Little Roc King screamed again, his roar shook the very mountains and rivers. Losing an arm had driven him completely insane.

“Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique—Fourth Form!”

He roared to the sky in anger, his whole being surging with golden Blood Qi, as if he stood in a golden ocean, terrifying energy surging skyward like colossal waves. His hair flew wildly, making him resemble an injured Demon Lord.

The Golden-winged Little Roc King had completely thrown caution to the wind. With his maimed body, he forcibly tried to execute the fourth form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique, still intending to annihilate Ye Fan. His boundless killing intent had not weakened in the slightest!

“Do you still think you have a chance?” Ye Fan sneered. Such an unparalleled divine art was indeed too terrifying; he was unwilling to passively endure it.

In that instant, he transformed into a Divine Light and charged forward. His left hand manifested True Yin, his right hand True Yang, and he launched an overwhelming attack, forcibly interrupting the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique.

“BOOM!”

The heavens and earth in this area instantly collapsed. A terrifying wave of energy surged, as if ten thousand massive waves were crashing down continuously.

“RUMBLE…”

The Golden-winged Little Roc King roared, but it was futile. With his cultivation base, activating the fourth form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique was already a great strain.

Now, Ye Fan displayed such a domineering strike, sweeping all before it. Its tremendous Combat Power obliterated everything.

“BANG!”

The Golden-winged Little Roc King was struck as if by a colossal hammer. His bones crackled all over his body. He vomited blood, having been forcibly interrupted and suffering a backlash.

“BOOM!”

At the same time, Ye Fan charged in, his golden fist smashing forward, obliterating all obstructions with absolute brute force!

This was the sacred body; its unmatched physique was vividly demonstrated at this moment. Once an opponent was allowed to get too close, even the strongest of the Roc Clan and Flood Dragon Clan among the demon race would taste bitter regret!

“CLANG!”

Ye Fan’s fist collided with the Golden-winged Little Roc King’s left palm, instantly twisting it out of shape. It was unable to withstand his might.

“Kill…” Despite this, the Golden-winged Little Roc King roared, frenziedly striking out.

“BANG!”

Ye Fan delivered eight consecutive punches, all landing on the Roc King’s deformed palm, inflicting unbearable pain.

“PUFF.”

As Ye Fan’s ninth blow landed, his golden fist turned the Roc King’s palm into a mist of blood, completely shattering it.

The Golden-winged Little Roc King roared, spewing a mouthful of golden Radiant Qi. With a PFFT sound, the void tore like a paper window screen.

Ye Fan dodged, his gaze icy, devoid of any mercy. This is a life-and-death battle; either you die, or I perish. Soft-heartedness will only lead to my own doom.

“CRACK!”

He moved both hands simultaneously, grabbing the Golden-winged Little Roc King’s heavily injured left arm. He yanked hard, and a shower of blood rained down as the sound of breaking bones resounded.

Ye Fan snapped his left arm, tearing it off. White bone spurs were exposed, and blood sprayed out, splattering onto Ye Fan and making him look like a merciless Asura.

“BANG!”

He swung a punch, caving in the Golden-winged Little Roc King’s chest, the horrific sound of fracturing bones echoing out.

The Golden-winged Little Roc King was beaten beyond recognition and sent flying backward. His majestic body, now missing both arms, was nearly unable to resist. Yet, at this very moment, he laughed cruelly.

His laughter was arrogant and cold, chilling to the heart, like a deity of Hell unleashed from its shackles. He uttered coldly, “I finally succeeded! Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique—Fourth Form!”

At this moment, everyone felt their hearts tremble, as if the end times had arrived, as if their death and annihilation were imminent. Everyone quivered, and many nearly collapsed, overcome by the urge to kneel.

Amidst the Endless Mountain Range, all birds and beasts prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling, worshiping in this direction!

Ye Fan’s first instinct was one of terrifying danger; the shadow of death enveloped him. He decisively retreated, rapidly putting distance between them.

“It’s futile! You cannot escape!” The Golden-winged Little Roc King’s voice was chilling to the bone.

One after another, phantoms flew down from the endless heavens, merging into his body. Where his arms had been severed, two arms of light appeared, vivid and even more powerful.

“Ancient ancestors, heed my call! Heavenly Demon, descend and unite with me! Slay all Saints!”

The Golden-winged Little Roc King spoke in a deep voice. His chilling words, like a magic spell, resounded throughout this domain, causing the endless mountain range to rumble.

Everyone was startled. What kind of unparalleled Holy Technique was the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique? How could it be so mysterious!

“BOOM!”

A dreadful shockwave, like infinite volcanic eruptions, seemed to sweep across the heavens. The lands and skies reverberated mightily!

A horrifying spectacle appeared as tall and mighty figures descended, merging with the Golden-winged Little Roc King.

Relief sculptures appeared around him, exuding an ancient, desolate aura, as if he had returned to ancient times.

“What is that?” people exclaimed.

The Golden-winged Little Roc King and those heroic figures unified. His arms, seemingly reborn, were intensely real and pulsed with potent power.

Around him, some relief sculptures were stained with blood, extremely terrifying, as if recounting past events.

“CLANG!”

Golden battle armor covered his body, and a Scepter appeared in his hand. He looked like a supreme king.

“BOOM!”

More horrific scenes unfolded. Shadowy figures drifted around him; terrifying scenes from ancient times were replaying in the Mortal World, projected across time and space.

“The Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique is demonic! It has summoned the ancient spirits of the Celestial Roc Clan, recreating scenes from the past!”

“Those were ancient Saints, fallen in pools of blood…”

The Golden-winged Little Roc King was shrouded by battle armor; only a pair of golden eyes were exposed, captivating. His entire form was enveloped in the Golden Divine Robe.

Beside him were figures with hearts pierced by a golden Scepter, others decapitated by a Celestial Roc, and bodies lying at his feet…

All of them were ancient Saints who had fallen in pools of blood, their corpses littering the ground. They had perished under the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique in ages long past.

“BOOM!”

The Golden-winged Little Roc King wielded the Golden Scepter, charging at Ye Fan. An endless, terrifying Qi Mechanism permeated the air. He resembled a god; every move he made was a manifestation of Dao Laws!

“BOOM!”

Ye Fan was struck as if by lightning. He vomited blood and was instantly sent flying backward, feeling the shadow of death looming over him.

“It’s too terrifying! This is merely the fourth form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique, and there are still five more forms to come! No wonder it dares to use the name ‘Saint Slaughter’!”

“Even the Golden-winged Little Roc King can only execute the first four forms, yet this alone is enough to dominate his peers! Who can withstand it?!”

The hearts of the onlookers pounded with fear.

The eyes of the Golden-winged Little Roc King were icy and piercing. He held the Scepter and strode towards Ye Fan. His voice was chilling as he asked, “Can you still break this?”

“BOOM!”

He swung the Scepter downward; the golden Divine Rod cleaved the sky. With each step he took, the heavens and earth seemed to move with him.

Simultaneously, an incredibly frightening scene emerged: ancient Saints lay slain, blood flowed freely, all beneath his feet, enhancing his demonic aura.

“Did he really summon the ancient Saints of the Celestial Roc Clan?!”

“It shouldn’t be possible! Endless ages have passed; there’s no way heroic spirits could still be summoned! Perhaps this is merely a manifestation of Dao Laws!”

People were shocked and awestruck.

“No one can block my path! You deserve to be slain!” The Golden-winged Little Roc King, covered in the Golden Divine Robe, his pupils as sharp as knives, brought the Golden Scepter劈slashing down.

“BOOM!”

Ye Fan was sent flying again. The opponent’s Combat Power was bizarrely mysterious, truly as if a god had possessed him, making him seem invincible!

Now, he couldn’t afford any distractions. He was about to unleash the All Secret, one of the Nine Secrets. The opponent’s unparalleled Holy Technique was too terrifying; the Dou Character Secret Technique and the All Secret had to be deployed together!

The Golden-winged Little Roc King was unstoppable. Every move was a Dao Law. Wielding the Scepter as if he ruled the world, he strode forward, and nothing could block his path.

Ye Fan coughed blood continuously. This supreme divine might was overwhelming. If it were any other young hero, they would have long perished, utterly unable to counter such might!

Ancient Saints lay slain at his feet, their blood flowing, lending the Golden-winged Little Roc King an air of wild ferocity. His majestic body was like that of a reincarnated Demon Lord, having reappeared in the Mortal World.

Ye Fan was anxious. He had cycled the Nine Secrets hundreds of times without success; this reliance on random activation was indeed too passive.

In this process, he was almost sliced in half by the Scepter. He had narrowly avoided it, but a terrifying wound was left on his waist and abdomen.

This was the most perilous of all his life-and-death duels. At this moment, the Golden-winged Little Roc King seemed nearly invincible.

Ye Fan attempted to activate the All Character Secret of the Nine Secrets again, yet failed. A shadow fell over his heart. His luck today was too poor. Was fate itself trying to end him?

“What can you possibly use to fight against me?” the Golden-winged Little Roc King roared.

“DONG!”

The Golden Scepter fell like the heavens themselves crashing down. The earth collapsed. Ye Fan couldn’t block it and was instantly sent flying, spewing another large mouthful of blood.

Today, the activation of the All Secret was terrible; it hadn’t occurred even once!

Ye Fan could no longer afford to be distracted. The Golden-winged Little Roc King’s speed was not slower than his, only marginally so. Like a flash of light or a bolt of lightning, he was upon him, constantly slashing.

At this moment, this young king of the Celestial Roc Clan, executing the fourth form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique, was truly like a Heavenly Demon descended, completely different from before.

At this critical juncture, unable to trigger the All Secret, Ye Fan surprisingly calmed down. Survival cannot rely on luck; everything must depend on myself.

He began to earnestly channel the Fighting Saint Technique, pushing this secret art to its absolute limit, achieving a sublimation of his own understanding of the Dao!

“A futile struggle! Desperate resistance! You have no chance left!” The Golden-winged Little Roc King’s voice was cold, his bared teeth a frightening white.

“BANG!”

The Golden Scepter swept out. Ye Fan was sent flying again, his body covered in golden blood, his bones nearly shattered. If not for his sacred body, he would have died many times over.

My Dao… my life and death…

Ye Fan’s left hand became as black as ink, representing True Yin, while his right hand, crystalline like Mutton Fat Jade, represented True Yang. They flashed constantly, emitting terrifying fluctuations.

The Golden-winged Little Roc King’s eyes glinted with coldness. He attacked quickly, denying Ye Fan the chance to fully execute his technique. The third form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique had been broken by this very True Yin and True Yang, which made him wary.

“BOOM!”

Ye Fan was sent flying once more, drenched in blood. Numerous terrifying wounds appeared on his body, almost piercing through his flesh.

“Too terrifying! The Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique is indeed peerless! Even the sacred body can’t withstand it!”

“After this battle, who in the world of the same generation can contend with the Little Roc King?”

“What a pity. The Doomsday Holy Body has failed to achieve a glorious end and will ultimately conclude dimly…”

People whispered among themselves, a shiver running down all their spines.

“Dao, Dao, Dao!” Ye Fan shouted, his hands still forming mudras, one representing True Yin, the other True Yang. He roared, “Extraordinary Dao!”

As the Golden Scepter swung down, in this life-and-death crisis, a flash of inspiration struck him; he captured a Dao Line.

The Tai Chi Divine Map emerged behind him. His hands represented True Yin and True Yang. His body suddenly arched like a True Dragon, transforming into that Yin Yang Division Line!

A True Dragon’s form, an arching curve—this was a trajectory of the Dao!

“SWISH!”

At this moment, Ye Fan broke through the limits of speed. His body transformed into that dragon-shaped curve—the Dao Trace!

Nothing could stop him. Overwhelming everything, any obstacle before him would be annihilated.

“CRACK!”

The Golden-winged Little Roc King’s Scepter swung forward but was instantly severed by Ye Fan’s body, which had transformed into the Dragon-shaped Dao Trace!

“What?! How is this possible?! How did he do it?!” Everyone was shocked beyond compare.

“BOOM!”

Ye Fan’s body had transformed into the most fearsome weapon in the Mortal World, all-destroying, nothing could halt him even for an instant!

“SLASH!”

The Golden-winged Little Roc King was nearly bisected. Ye Fan, transformed into the Dragon-shaped Dao Trace, brushed past him, slicing more than halfway through his waist and abdomen!

“AH…”

The Golden-winged Little Roc King screamed. His intestines spilled out, and blood gushed forth.

“SLASH!”

The dragon-shaped curve that was Ye Fan charged back again. This was the division line of the Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram, a tangible manifestation of the Dao!

“PUFF!”

Blood spurted from the Golden-winged Little Roc King’s throat; he was nearly decapitated. The fourth form of the Heavenly Demon Slaughter Technique was thoroughly broken. He swayed, on the verge of collapse, having lost all combat power.

This time, Ye Fan’s gains were immense. He had comprehended such a Dao on the brink of life and death, perfectly manifesting it through the Fighting Saint Technique.

“Little Roc King, I’ll send you on your way!”

Ye Fan closed in, grabbed his legs, and then, with a forceful tear—

“PUFF!”

Blood splattered. Ye Fan had violently torn the Golden-winged Little Roc King in two!

Everyone was stunned. The two had fought for nearly five thousand rounds. Eventually, the sacred body, after facing mortal peril, emerged victorious, having torn the Golden-winged Little Roc King apart alive.