Shrouding the Heavens

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.