Chapter 388

Golden Roc King's eyes narrowed slightly, his eagle-like golden pupils flashing with sharp light as he stared at Yan Ling, a hint of battle intent rising in his heart.

Based on his understanding of cultivators from the major sects of Huanyu during this period, Yan Ling was the personal disciple of the Sect Master of Lu Yan Valley, possessing unparalleled cultivation talent, and his cultivation technique was the famed method of the ancient Thunder Ancestor from thousands of years ago in the Universe Cultivation World—Great Wilderness Supporting Thunder Palm.

Even among the older generation of powerhouses in Huanyu at the same realm, his combat strength was such that few could contend with him.

"Indeed, the ten major orthodox and heretical lineages of Huanyu have endured for ages without end; every power that shakes Huanyu is no pushover."

Golden Roc King still wore his calm, breezy expression as he commanded the Void Beast Bones to guard nearby.

The Void Beast Bones mastered the laws of void, allowing free traversal through nothingness, and combined with his own nature as the true form of the Golden-Winged Great Roc, he possessed supreme speed under heaven; should any powerhouse of the Eight Great Sects of Huanyu intervene during his battle with Yan Ling, Golden Roc King could rely on the power of the Void Beast Bones to escape danger.

"Is it to be single combat, or shall I take on all of you at once?"

Golden Roc King lifted his nostrils, speaking grandly to Yan Ling.

Upon hearing this, the cultivators of the Eight Great Sects felt an urge to beat Golden Roc King to death—what did "a pile" mean? Using "pile" to describe something was nothing but dung. Meanwhile, all the Huanyu cultivators present were curious about what Golden Roc King relied on to dare fight the personal senior disciple of the Lu Yan Valley Sect Master.

One must know that Yan Ling possessed extraordinary talent, deeply nurtured by countless resources of Lu Yan Valley, and his cultivation of the supreme technique was part of Lu Yan Valley's grooming of him as a candidate for the next Sect Master.

Though young, Yan Ling's strength far surpassed that of the older generation; his physical body had reached the Ten Thousand Laws Realm in the Universe Cultivation World, and his future path was limitless.

The golden-haired powerhouse—based on covertly transmitted information, the crowd only knew he possessed supreme speed under heaven, but no one had ever witnessed his true full strength, so the Huanyu cultivators remained unaware of Golden Roc King's actual power.

Yet they more firmly believed Yan Ling could utterly defeat Golden Roc King, for the disciples of Lu Yan Valley had grown up amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and along that path of growth, every failure had become the furnace of victory.

As one of the candidates for Sect Master, Yan Ling had naturally devoured countless sects and heaven's chosen ones of Huanyu.

"The strong one from the Shangqing Sect boasted shamelessly about challenging them all—truly incomprehensible who gave him such confidence."

"Senior Brother Yan Ling will crush his bones and scatter his ashes, reclaiming the Void Beast Bones, and shake the majesty of Lu Yan Valley."

A female cultivator's eyes gleamed, her face full of admiration as she gazed at Yan Ling and roared:

"My husband Yan Ling is the strongest, the best—I must surely beat to death that golden-haired one!"

"Golden-haired one looks half-brained—how could he compare to Senior Brother Yan Ling? Senior Brother Yan Ling's handsomeness alone could kill him."

"Chopsticks can't drink soup, spoons can't eat noodles—this golden-haired dead thing doesn't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is, Senior Brother Yan Ling, even cerebral thrombosis would follow him out."

"Cultivators under heaven are truly like carp crossing the river—everywhere are those with peach-blossom eyes scratching and seeking death."

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Many female cultivators of Lu Yan Valley showed expressions like infatuated fangirls, speaking to Golden Roc King and Yan Ling.

This caused many male cultivators of Huanyu to feel dissatisfied; upon first seeing Yan Ling, they found him impressive in appearance, and as his personal disciple of the Lu Yan Valley Sect Master, their好感 increased—but Yan Ling treated human life like grass, even killing fellow sect disciples, showing utter disregard for life; such a person, self-proclaimed extraordinary, fundamentally placed no cultivator's life in his eyes.

After learning of Yan Ling, Huanyu cultivators turned from fans to critics, leaving only a few infatuated fangirls cheering for him.

In the sky, Yan Ling and Golden Roc King locked eyes, the corner of Yan Ling's mouth twitching with faint contempt as he utterly disregarded Golden Roc King, saying: "I am the senior disciple of the Lu Yan Valley Sect Master, I wield absolute arts and hold absolute weapons—what right do you have!"

Seeing Yan Ling's lofty demeanor, Golden Roc King's eyes narrowed—when it came to showing off, he had never lost.

"An ant trying to shake a tree—what does that even mean? I am invincible in the human world."

Golden Roc King stood with hands behind his back, golden hair flying, his entire body radiating golden light like a sun god descending to earth, emanating a mysterious aura; standing in the sky, he was like a crane among chickens, everything within his grasp.

As his words fell, all cultivators present wore blank expressions—through countless ages, the Universe Cultivation World had produced countless powerhouses; who dared claim invincibility in the human world?

Golden Roc King's words were simply too arrogant—just a single sentence, yet he sought to trample all cultivators of Huanyu underfoot; before him, they felt as insignificant as ants.

Yan Ling furrowed his brow, his eyes like sharp swords suddenly shooting two piercing beams toward Golden Roc King, directly piercing his body—but Golden Roc King had already appeared elsewhere; what had been pierced was merely his afterimage.

"Heh heh, invincible—do you only know how to dodge?" Yan Ling uttered a mocking tone.

Upon hearing this, Golden Roc King smiled faintly, his expression still calm and breezy, exuding the aura of a transcendent master, hands behind his back, and rebuked Yan Ling in a lecturing tone:

"Among all cultivation methods, only speed is unbreakable.

Just now in that clash, I was again victorious.

I hold the sun and moon, pluck the stars—there is none like me in the world."

Golden Roc King's voice rang in the air, transforming into rippling circles that spread in all directions, causing the clouds above to surge wildly, giving rise to the sight of wind-scattered remnants.

The cultivators of the Eight Great Sects of Huanyu felt they could barely bear it—they had simply underestimated Golden Roc King's thick skin; you dodge attacks and still claim invincibility—where did this tiger-wolf rhetoric come from?

And yet you claim to hold the sun and moon, pluck the stars?

Damn it—even the supreme leaders of Huanyu's various sects cannot achieve this; it seems as if in the Universe Cultivation World, your physical cultivation level surpasses that of all sect masters, arrogantly boastful.

The cultivators and elders of the various sects twitched at the corners of their eyes—the Shangqing Sect's top-tier boastful ability was simply unmatched, yet his movement speed was astonishing; if he did not actively resist, few cultivators could even touch his body.

Inside the great tent of Fenglei Pavilion on Broken Mountain, Mu Ya appeared beside Lei Wuya, gazing at the distant silhouette of Golden Roc King, silently recording all his boastful words in his heart.

He simply admired Golden Roc King's wisdom—every sentence was outrageously arrogant; upon careful reflection, it stirred his blood to boil, and henceforth his own boastful lines would come to him effortlessly.

Mu Ya stared fixedly at the battlefield; the cultivators of the Primordial Spirit Realm believed Golden Roc King excelled in movement technique and possessed supreme speed, but having come from the Great Mercy Stronghold, each of its kings was endowed with extraordinary talent, their bodies radiating mystery, and as Golden Roc King's subordinate in the Great Magnetic Stronghold, he had never truly understood him.

Golden Roc King's actions had always been unrestrained and unfathomable—no one could uncover any trace or clue.

Lei Wuya's eyes swirled with wind and thunder power; he had heard the Nine-Tailed Fox King mention Golden Roc King—this was the first batch of powerful cultivators entering the Primordial Spirit Realm under the order of the Demon-Worshipping Master, yet he had not expected Golden Roc King to be such a figure, his words shocking and vulgar, making one feel flighty.

He fixed his gaze on the two towering figures in the sky; the battle of absolute powerhouses was the most direct way to gain combat experience, many cultivators had broken through this way, and he did not wish to waste such a good opportunity.

Yan Ling's face turned icy, his previously calm heart slowly rippling—he had not felt this in a long time.

"I, fallen to the ground, wish to see—is my killing move formidable, or is your speed swift!"

Upon hearing this, Golden Roc King's face showed a chilling killing intent, his words without weakness: "Palace holds corpse bones piled high, I sweep the world clean of blades that do not gather.

You little trash—come on, then!"

Golden Roc King's entire body surged with battle intent, his voice full of playfulness, simultaneously his left hand gripping his right elbow, his right middle finger extended and hooked as he spoke.

"Scoundrel" Yan Ling's hair stood on end with rage, the calm mind cultivated through long practice shattering on the spot.

His figure vanished from the spot, raising his palm to grab Golden Roc King's head—but just as his palm descended, Golden Roc King's body gradually faded and vanished once more.

"Little trash, still too slow.

Hall Master of Lu Yan Valley Sect Master candidate—just this strength?

This king has no interest in playing with you—truly boring!"

Golden Roc King's words echoed from ten meters away from Yan Ling, his voice full of playfulness and carrying an air of utter superiority, speaking at length:

"Seek death!"

Yanling's pupils flashed, black and white light swirling within, his spiritual power surging as he once again took residence and lunged toward the Golden Peng King.

The Golden Peng King watched the fierce palm descending from the void, about to act, when he suddenly found the surrounding space as if solidified, trapping him as though in a mire.

"Seal the Void!"

A flicker of surprise crossed the Golden Peng King's face; based on his time understanding the Primordial Spirit Realm, some cultivators in Huanyu possess powerful physiques, granting them miraculous abilities.

He gazed at Yanling, his expression unchanged; the highest realm of Primordial Spirit Realm cultivators is the peak of Earth Origin, and even special abilities like Void Seal are limited by the realm's laws to corresponding power levels.

Thus, as long as the cultivator is not of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, the Golden Peng King feels no fear.

The Golden Peng King radiated golden light, his golden hair flying,, he opened his mouth and expelled a stream of orange-light gas, instantly breaking free from his body's restraints.

"I possess a mouthful of Xuanhuang Qi, capable of swallowing heaven, earth, sun, moon, and stars!" The Golden Peng King's words echoed in the air—this is his innate Xuanqi condensed from his essence and blood according to the method created by the Demon Master.

According to the Demon Master, as long as his strength continues to break through, his innate Xuanqi will undergo transformation, ultimately becoming true Xuanhuang; not only is his physical form unmatched, but Xuanhuang can also, according to his thoughts, transform into terrifying supreme treasures to suppress enemies.

Seeing the Golden Peng King regain freedom, Yanling's face showed disbelief.

His body is special, capable of harnessing Yin and Yang, able to briefly seal the Void—not an ordinary method, fundamentally difficult to break.

"What exactly are you?"

Yanling frowned, his face dark and gloomy; a newly risen Qingcheng Sect, even relying on the Shaogui Sect, cannot possess such means to simply break his innate Divine Ability.

The several heaven's pride of the Shaogui Sect who have crossed hands with him have never before seen this person before him!

"Protector Grand Sage of the Qingcheng Sect, Golden Peng King!"

The Golden Peng King's voice echoed in the air, grand and vast, stirring the four directions, disturbing the ten directions' winds and clouds, causing heaven and earth to stir up icy, biting winds.

"The secret of Earth is too great; the Demon Master repeatedly warned that until Earth can fully resist Huanyu's powerhouses, Earth's secret must rot in one's belly even in death."

"Saint? Utter arrogance.

The great sect masters of Huanyu possess power that reaches heaven, capable of sealing heaven in desperation, yet dare not bear the character 'Saint'.

A mere protector of the small Qingcheng Sect—what virtue, what ability!"

Yanling's voice echoed in the air, full of mockery.

Spiritual power surged on his body; complex, profound hand seals formed, the entire heaven and earth violently trembling, a Yin-Yang fish flashing at his brow, mysterious runes surging toward heaven and earth.

Heavenly fury thunder rolled, strands of blue lightning pouring down.

In an instant, four massive lightning hands intertwined, blocking all escape routes of the Golden Peng King, completely enveloping him.

The Golden Peng King frowned, about to transform into a light and flee upward, but at this moment, heaven and earth suddenly added two more lightning seals, trapping him in a lightning cage formed by six lightning palms.

Lightning symbols filled the cage, transforming into terrifying golden lightning fire, burning toward the Golden Peng King, seeking to refine him alive on the spot.

"Hahaha.

Palm holds corpse bones piled high, slaying the world's unbladed!

These words should be spoken by this venerable one; you are not worthy."

Yanling pressed his hand seal; the six lightning seals suddenly merged, firmly embedding the Golden Peng King within, leaving only a head full of golden hair exposed.

All Huanyu cultivators present saw this and exhaled in relief; indeed, Yanling's methods are heaven-defying, he has truly inherited the true transmission of the Lu Yan Valley Sect Master, possessing the posture to seal heaven and earth; otherwise, with the Golden Peng King's extreme speed, he would truly be hard to catch.

The heads and elders of the eight great sects also felt relieved in their hearts; having captured the Golden Peng King's void beast bones, it is as good as in their pocket, unable to stir a ripple; waiting for Long Zhan Tian and others to refine the Jin Tian Great Formation, the success rate of the Qingcheng Sect war will be even greater.

"Yanling Shifu's methods are heaven-defying; a newly risen small sect of the Qingcheng Sect, even relying on the Shaogui Sect, how many heaven's pride can it gather?

My Lu Yan Valley's chief disciple is the Tuo Yao Divine Son, specialized in devouring heaven's pride, a professional in this field."

Lu Yan Valley's Situ Fang's voice echoed in the air; Yanling displayed divine might, as a cultivator of Lu Yan Valley, his face shone; hearing this, the heads of other sects rolled their white eyes, revealing disdain.

Their sect's heaven's pride are not on the battlefield; otherwise, how could Lu Yan Valley's Yanling pretend to be a big shot?

The Golden Peng King trapped in the six lightning palms, his expression still calm and carefree; his true form is the Golden-Winged Great Peng, since receiving the Demon Master's grace at the Dragon Source Immortal Mountain on Earth, opening wisdom, cultivating the Contemplation Method, his soul has obtained countless resources for cultivation.

After entering the Primordial Spirit Realm and establishing the Great Magnetic Fortress with Zuo Ci and Zhi Dun, he further gathered countless spiritual materials from people and beasts; Zuo Ci once refined many pills increasing soul-body defense for him to consume.

Although the six lightning seals around the Golden Peng King's body rolled with lightning fire, they caused him no substantial harm.

"Insect-carving tricks, dare to show off before me.

You don't even see what time this is; today is the great day of this king's supremacy."

The Golden Peng King's words echoed in the air; his body radiated brilliant golden light, a golden Peng phantom like the rising proud sun emitting dazzling radiance.

The Peng's wings suddenly unfolded, all feathers transforming into arrows, attacking the six lightning palms.

The six lightning palms began to tremble, then suddenly became violently illusory, until slowly beginning to collapse; this reversal left all Huanyu cultivators staring wide-eyed, faces full of disbelief.

The six lightning palms have already reached the sixth layer of the Great Wilderness Supporting Thunder Hand; even senior strong cultivators in the Primordial Spirit Realm, facing Earth Origin peak strength, would be flustered.

That the Golden Peng King broke through so easily left everyone present feeling as if in an illusion.

Is Yanling's cultivation level inflated? Fundamentally, it cannot trap the Golden Peng King.