Chapter 389: Using Their Own Method Against Them

On Broken Hundred Mountains, clamor rose in waves—everywhere were noisy discussions about the battle between Yan Ling and the Golden Peng King. The Golden Peng King's sharp methods forced the great sects' powerhouses to reassess him; what was once thought to be heaven-and-earth extreme speed was merely his means of self-preservation, his true strength capable of matching Yan Ling.

Yan Ling is none other than the chief disciple personally transmitted by the master of Lu Yan Valley—his strength alone can suppress elders of the previous generation. Clearly, the Golden Peng King's power is also terrifying; the powerhouses of the Eight Great Sects gaze upon him with some envy.

A newly risen sect like the Shangqing Sect actually managed to recruit such a monster-level heavenly pride—how fortunate their sect's great luck is!

Cultivators who rushed over upon hearing the news near Broken Hundred Mountains now witnessed the battlefield's scene, and cultivators from other forces in Huanyu were also engaged in heated debate.

The battle between the Golden Peng King and Yan Ling became a hot topic among cultivators in Huanyu.

Especially cultivators from the Ten Great Evil Dao forces of Huanyu directly pounded the ground in laughter—righteous Dao cultivators always claim 'evil cannot overcome righteousness by nature,' yet behind the Shangqing Sect stands the evil Dao Sha Gui Sect, which is one of the Ten Great Evil Dao powers of Huanyu.

"Golden Peng King, one flip and Lu Yan Valley not only lost the Void Beast bones, but also suffered severe damage to its sect's reputation.

From now on, Lu Yan Valley cultivators walking the world, when encountering evil Dao forces, will have to endure endless shame."

A cultivator from Mo Luo Valley stood outside Broken Hundred Mountains, eyes fixed on the peculiar Golden Peng King, speaking with great amusement.

"The Shangqing Sect is simply the nemesis of Lu Yan Valley.

Lu Yan Valley's powerhouses have repeatedly suffered great losses, even their sect's foundation has been taken by others.

That Golden Peng King's single sentence made the Void Beast bones obediently stand guard beside him—estimate that Situ Fang's heart is weeping." The strong cultivator of the Lian Xue Hall had eyes flashing with mocking light; evil Dao forces always monitor the movements of righteous Dao exterminating the Shangqing Sect.

Recently, the Sha Gui Sect-established new rising sect has been too prosperous—even their disciples hold Penguin Jade Slips, which, whether for Dragon Source proxy battles, matching West West, or using shell functions, have stirred strong commotion among cultivators.

Huanyu cultivators train to defy heaven and contend for supremacy—how many heavenly prides have been trampled underfoot by powerhouses? The countless functions on the Penguin Jade Slips solve many heavenly prides' problems before they grow, when facing oppression causing slow strength advancement.

Various evil Dao forces discovered that recently many heavenly pride disciples in their sects have stood out, and those who stood out all share a common trait: they used the Shangqing Sect's Penguin Jade Slips.

Therefore.

Upon learning that Huanyu's Eight Great Righteous Dao forces were to besiege the Shangqing Sect, they followed along, hoping to use this opportunity to investigate the Shangqing Sect's strength—if the Shangqing Sect could withstand the crisis from Huanyu's righteous Dao, evil Dao forces would seize the moment to add flowers to brocade; if it could not hold, they would seize the moment to take a share of the spoils after Huanyu's righteous Dao forces broke through the Shangqing Sect.

"Golden Peng King is too extreme—just destroyed the Taiyin Shengdi's base in Huanyu City, then actively provoked the alliance of the Eight Great Sects at Broken Hundred Mountains—basically lawless and heaven-defying.

Whoever provokes this guy will suffer misfortune; key point: wanting revenge but unable to catch up to him." A cultivator of Li Du Men twitched the corner of his mouth, speaking mockingly with glee, laughing hideously.

The observing righteous Dao cultivators near Broken Hundred Mountains, upon hearing this, gritted their teeth—Huanyu Cultivation World's righteous and evil Dao were originally in balance, but because of one Golden Peng King, righteous Dao forces repeatedly lost face, while the evil Dao forces of Lingyu now far overshadow righteous Dao in prestige.

No matter where righteous Dao forces of Huanyu go, whenever they encounter evil Dao forces, they are mocked; righteous Dao forces simply hate the Shangqing Sect to the bone, wishing they could slaughter the Golden Peng King.

"Truly heartbreaking for Lu Yan Valley—bumping into such a calamity star!

Yan Ling, as one of the candidates for Lu Yan Valley sect master, if he fails to take down the Shangqing Sect's Golden Peng King, it means Lu Yan Valley's supreme teaching inheritance is inferior to Shangqing Sect's—even the faces of the sect's ancestors would be lost." A cultivator of Tian Sha Gong had eyes flashing with bloody light, the corner of his mouth revealing a sinister smile.

"After this matter, I'll also go to Shangqing Sect to test my luck—Penguin Jade Slips have spread throughout Huanyu's major forces.

Anyway, Shangqing Sect recruits relatively loosely—can be an official disciple, or a part-time disciple.

Free benefits—don't refuse them for nothing." Cultivators of Da Luo Shengdi discussed among themselves.

They simply couldn't resist the newcomer benefits on the Penguin Jade Slips, because they truly saw cultivators in their sect personally receive resources from Shangqing Sect.

They are also all very curious about Shangqing Sect—Daoist teachings breaking the Huanyu-formed doctrinal shackles accumulated over endless ages; hearing of powerful cultivators holding part-time sect elder positions, they had never heard of cultivators being part-time disciples—key point: part-time disciples still enjoy half the treatment of official Shangqing Sect disciples.

Cultivators from both righteous and evil Dao forces in Huanyu secretly joined Shangqing Sect as part-time disciples—this matter initially had major sects trying to control it, but later they found it fundamentally uncontrollable.

Later, considering their own sect's disciples could 'shear wool' from Shangqing Sect to strengthen their sect's power, they simply opened the door.

As the huge waves stirred up by the Golden Peng King at Broken Hundred Mountains have not subsided, countless Huanyu cultivators are still rushing over upon hearing the news—this place is destined to remain restless.

Lu Yan Valley's chief administrator Situ Fang and the various elders gazed at the sky where Yan Ling faced the enemy, nearly dying of worry—inside and outside Broken Hundred Mountains, countless cultivators gathered, a black mass of heads, all looking dazed.

If Yan Ling ultimately fails to take down the Golden Peng King, Lu Yan Valley will become the laughingstock of the entire Huanyu Cultivation World.

Even if the Golden Peng King possesses extreme speed and wishes to flee, it would be hard to detain him—moreover, there is a Void Beast bone standing nearby, glaring tiger-like; this thing can freely shuttle through the void—chasing it is impossible.

Situ Fang, as Lu Yan Valley's chief administrator, upon thinking of this, felt his heart turn cold—even the thought of death arose.

"If Yan Ling cannot do it, then let's all go together.

This seat, as King, has long penetrated the mysteries of heaven, earth, and man—can pierce heaven and rend earth.

Even if you are the personally transmitted disciple of a sect master, you are not this king's match.

If you cannot defeat this king, you may call for help."

The Golden Peng King stood with hands behind his back, his voice spreading across the entire Broken Hundred Mountains, fearing that no surrounding force would fail to hear.

Yan Ling, upon hearing this, frowned tightly, his brows knitted together,.

He is one of the candidates for Lu Yan Valley sect master, his divine martial heavenly-endowed nature naturally shy to join forces with others—his means not yet exhausted, the Golden Peng King thus humiliated him; that words spreading across Broken Hundred Mountains aims to let all Huanyu cultivators know he is no match for the Golden Peng King.

"Want to tarnish this seat's prestige? Ridiculous."

Yan Ling's face turned dark, he spoke cold as ice and frost.

"I am for the Peng King, I shall suppress all enemies in the world."

Golden Peng King's body surged with Spiritual Power, his eyes slightly narrowed, his heart already blooming with joy.

Yan Ling, as the personally transmitted chief disciple of Lu Yan Valley sect master, whether in talent or strength, is beyond reproach—after enduring this long verbal assault, Yan Ling's originally calm Dao heart finally became agitated.

Huanyu cultivators' Dao heart decides everything—if the Dao heart is chaotic, weaknesses and omissions will appear, affecting thought, and defeat is not far off.

Cultivators of the Eight Great Sect Alliance gazed at the Golden Peng King, baring their big teeth in warning, their faces all filled with killing intent.

The number of alliance cultivators present was several ten thousands, with one-third of the various sect elders and administrators being Great Perfection of the Earth Origin realm—if they truly swarmed forward without the Golden Peng King fleeing, each person's single attack could blast him into useless scraps.

Yan Ling is Lu Yan Valley's heavenly pride, and also one of the sect master candidates; the Golden Peng King is certain Yan Ling would disdain to ask for help—his mockery also cuts off any intention of senior powerhouses to assist Yan Ling.

Under the gaze of all, there truly were cultivators who made a move to help Yan Ling.

Yan Ling, whether he can or cannot defeat the Golden Peng King, proves that as a Lu Yan Valley sect master candidate, his strength is inferior to the Golden Peng King—he will bear this stigma for life.

The administrators and elders of the Eight Great Sects all had their eyes nearly bursting, the Golden Peng King's every word pierced the heart, his words luring Yan Ling achieved two effects at once—truly killing by piercing the heart. "You insolent wretch who knows neither heaven's height nor earth's thickness—this seat shall let you know what the true inheritance of Huanyu's Great Teaching is!

Your Shangqing Sect's petty little Dao still wants to suppress time—delusional."

Yan Ling sank his face and shouted, his pupils icy cold, filled with killing intent.

On his spirit-soul body, black and white qi intertwined, countless mysterious runes appeared one by one above his head, reflecting the boundless terror in the empty sky, aiming for the Golden Peng King's brow—he knows the weakness of the spirit-soul body, the brow is the root of the spirit-soul; once pierced, death is certain without doubt.

The Golden Peng King did not take it to heart—the demon master, using the Contemplation Method to establish the Golden Core Great Dao, the god-soul of earthly cultivators is already strong enough; that spirit-soul attack, though strange, he possesses supreme extreme speed.

"Since you seek death, this seat will grant you your wish!"

The Golden Peng King spoke coldly, his body radiating brilliant golden light, his tall and upright warlike form standing firm in the void, like a deity descending to earth, his golden hair complementing his golden eyes, emitting waves of awe-inspiring majesty, vanishing in a blink from his original spot.

The cultivators watching nearby were stunned, frozen like wooden chickens.

The Golden Peng King spoke the harshest words with his mouth, yet his body did the softest thing.

This guy is truly shameless.

Countless cultivators' faces showed strange expressions; the Golden Peng King's movement speed was too fast—Yan Ling's attack, though locked onto him, could not catch up, only able to follow behind him as he darted through the main camp of the Bai Duan Shan Alliance.

Many Alliance cultivators failed to dodge in time, pierced by Yan Ling's divine sense attack and slowly fading away; the entire Alliance army fell into utter chaos.

The corners of the mouths of the righteous masters of the Eight Great Sects twitched involuntarily, their eyes flashing with killing intent—how dare that damned Golden Peng King use his supreme speed to melt the Alliance cultivators' attacks, turning their own methods against them?

Those were the very foundation of the assault on the Qing Cun Sect—destroyed like this, it's simply too regrettable.

"Still weak—didn't even kill many!"

The Golden Peng King hovered in the void, extending a finger to gently extinguish Yan Ling's divine sense attack, already weakened to the extreme, speaking down with contempt.

Many Universe cultivators saw this, their faces turning ashen with rage, eyes wide and round—none had expected the Golden Peng King to pull such a stunt.

The Golden Peng King relied on the Alliance cultivators to dissolve Yan Ling's attack, then seized the chance to flee; seeing Yan Ling's attack weakened to the point of being unable to harm the Alliance cultivators, he flicked it out with a finger—this blatant mockery was utterly infuriating.

"Damn it."

Yan Ling saw this, and black and white qi surged violently from his body, his eyes blood-red, driven mad by stimulation.

He opened his mouth and spat out a treasure sword, black and white on both sides; upon appearing, it resonated with the black and white qi on Yan Ling's body, then slashed toward the Golden Peng King.

"Kill."

Yan Ling's domineering words rang in the air, his pupils icy, violent power raging, carrying arrogance and pride; mysterious runes on his divine soul body surged, erupting with heaven-shaking might.

The treasure sword's blade flashed, suddenly erupting with ten thousand zhang of sword qi that slashed down from the void; black and white qi condensed into a prison, sealing the Golden Peng King's escape route, killing intent raging across the entire Bai Duan Shan.

"Boom!"

The Golden Peng King's hand produced the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, its runes spreading with unparalleled eerie black light; the Alliance cultivators' souls, just slain by Yan Ling's attack, suddenly ceased dissolving, their souls forcibly pulled out one by one.

Those souls had fallen due to unjust disaster, their resentment immensely strong; drawn out by the Ten Thousand Soul Banner's mysterious soul-summoning power, they frenziedly gathered together, forming a colossal ghost puppet that rose to the heavens, swinging its spectral claws to counter the ten thousand zhang sword qi.

The ghost puppet was formed from countless wronged souls, emitting mournful cries; upon appearing, it instinctively sought the object of its resentment to unleash its fury, naturally wanting to bombard Yan Ling.

The massive ghost puppet's claws struck the sword qi, the metallic clash exploding like thunder, shaking heaven and earth as winds rose and clouds surged, furious gales raging.

Countless cultivators gazed at the heavenly pride's clash in the sky, all holding their breath, intently watching the scene; gooseflesh rose unbidden on their bodies.

The black and white sword qi trembled, entangled with the massive ghost puppet's claws, dark winds howled across the sky, and from all directions came the wails of fierce ghosts.

Yan Ling's face turned ferocious, black and white qi cycling around his body behind him, forming a colossal yin-yang fish intertwined and spinning rapidly, madly pouring black and white light into the sword qi; the ten thousand zhang sword qi trembled and raged with black and white lightning, as if it wanted to cleave heaven and split earth with overwhelming dominance.

"With my divine martial form, I have mastered myriad laws in thirty years—what right do you have to fight me?"

Seeing the Golden Peng King wield the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, infusing the ghost puppet with forest-death qi, Yan Ling's bloodshot eyes filled with vengeful fury as he roared; at this moment, all his confidence, arrogance, and honor in his heart were thrown into chaos by the Golden Peng King's provocation.

The Golden Peng King, a cultivator of the newly risen Qing Cun Sect, has even stepped onto the stage of the Universe Cultivation World—yet he can still stand against him face to face; this is nothing short of his greatest disgrace.

"Haha, what right do you—

If I want to have, heaven cannot lack it;

If I want to lack, heaven cannot have it." Upon hearing this, the Golden Peng King let out a thunderous sound, like the great bell of Huang Zhong echoing through the heavens.

His body radiated brilliant golden light, contrasting sharply with the black Ten Thousand Soul Banner in his hand—like a supreme heavenly god suppressing hell, destined to speak for heaven and judge the world.

All cultivators nearby fell silent like chilled cicadas, fearing to miss this peak confrontation.

Heavenly and earthly runes flashed in the sky, densely filling the void—this was a life-and-death battle, the war soul immortal until death; the righteous cultivators of the Eight Great Sects grew even more grim-faced.

The massive soul puppet waved its claws in the air to resist Yan Ling's ten thousand zhang sword qi; the soul puppet was formed from the resentful souls of cultivators who fell after being struck by Yan Ling's attack.

Cause and effect intertwined—Yan Ling truly lifted a stone only to drop it on his own foot.

The resentful souls coalesced due to their resentment, aided further by the forest-death qi from the Golden Peng King's Ten Thousand Soul Banner, as if a ghost king had descended to tear apart the Universe.

"Boom!"

The massive ghost puppet's claws swung and smashed into the ten thousand zhang sword qi, spreading forest-death qi that blotted out the sky and sun, flooding heaven and earth.

"This?"

The surrounding cultivators all turned deathly pale; the massive ghost puppet was no weaker than the resentful spirits of the Tian Yuan, and for the Golden Peng King to condense such a great omen with the Ten Thousand Soul Banner—simply outrageously strong.

Yan Ling, candidate for sect master of Lu Yan Valley, possesses the innate talent of a heavenly martial prodigy—though his invincible methods met a terrifying opponent; whether it's the Golden Peng King or Yan Ling, both carry the aura of swallowing mountains and rivers.

The peerless heavenly pride battle stirred the blood; surrounding cultivators were unwilling to miss this moment before their eyes.

"Boom!"

The two figures suddenly vanished in midair, the entangled destruction runes suddenly violently churning—they seemed like immortals and demons locked in combat, all submerged by the light of destruction and killing qi.

Countless cultivators' hearts and spirits tightened suddenly; the sky's killing energy boiled, streaks of yin lightning raged, and the forest-death howls surged across the wilderness.