Chapter 211: Golden-Winged Dapeng's Complete Defeat

"Then let's circle the entire North Kuru Continent from here—whoever returns here first wins!" The youth wore a look of certain victory.

There was no way—this was the confidence his strength gave him. He had to prove thoroughly that, in speed, his Golden-Winged Dapeng absolutely surpassed the Kunpeng species!

"The rules are yours to set." The Peng Demon King stretched his body slightly, a gleam flashing in his eyes. Today was the time for him to avenge his past humiliation!

Golden-Winged Dapeng focused his mind, his arms transforming into wings, and taunted: "Come on—I won't use my true form against you. Let you directly feel the gap between us!"

"Oh." The Peng Demon King replied indifferently, showing no change, merely assuming a ready stance in place.

"How come?" Golden-Winged Dapeng raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised: "You're really going to compare like this? Without your true form?"

"Don't worry about fairness—just go all out and transform!" Golden-Winged Dapeng spread his hands, wearing an expression of complete control.

Even if transforming into his true form would make him faster than this half-human shape, he still had full confidence he could surpass the Peng Demon King.

"No need for you to worry." The Peng Demon King said coldly. "Before, my true form was the fastest, but now it's different!"

"Great! Then let's just compare directly." Golden-Winged Dapeng didn't bother saying more. For someone seeking punishment, he was happy to oblige.

"Then let's use this stone—when it lands, we start." Golden-Winged Dapeng tapped lightly with his toe, shaking up a pebble and catching it in his hand.

"Good." The Peng Demon King showed no fear either.

He tossed it up lightly, and both demons focused intently on the pebble.

After reaching its highest point, the pebble, having lost power, began to fall, and the two demons began counting down in their hearts.

Three, two, one!

At the instant the pebble touched the ground, two figures shot forth like arrows released from a drawn bow, instantly streaking away as flowing light and vanishing into the horizon.

Golden-Winged Dapeng held the advantage—his superiority was obvious, after all, the speed difference between human and half-human forms was still significant.

Golden-Winged Dapeng felt pleased with himself, thinking: Even if it's just a half-human form, I still have confidence I can surpass the Peng Demon King.

But this kid insisted on saving face and suffering for it—refusing to abandon his human shape.

This match already had no suspense left, Golden-Winged Dapeng thought to himself.

Yet the Peng Demon King, who had been trailing behind Golden-Winged Dapeng all along, remained unhurried, keeping pace without falling too far behind.

Though his stay at Chaos Residence was brief, the benefits he gained were far from trivial.

Setting aside the two divine abilities he acquired, just drinking Peach Blossom Brew daily, eating Peach Soda, and consuming the various dishes from Old Man Chen's stall had their effects accumulate.

The Peng Demon King felt his current physical strength was no small matter, and even his normal speed had seen further improvement.

As for Golden-Winged Dapeng's speed—if he went all out, even in his weakest human form, he could catch up to his current half-human speed.

But there was no need—there was an easier way. Why exhaust himself?

Thinking this, the Peng Demon King curled the corner of his mouth and let out a loud cry in his heart.

Heaven-Shaking Cloud Wings!

Mind moves.

Swish!

A pair of illusory feathered wings sprouted from the Peng Demon King's back out of nowhere.

As he activated the flight technique in his mind, the wings on his back fluttered once, and his figure suddenly surged, leaving only a residual shadow behind before gradually fading after a few seconds.

Their speeds matched— the Peng Demon King flew faster and faster, and the distance between him and Golden-Winged Dapeng closed as if by spatial leap.

Less than two breaths.

Whoosh!

Golden-Winged Dapeng only felt a sudden explosion of air in his ears, followed by an extremely strong gust that nearly blew him off course.

Staring at the black dot flashing ahead, Golden-Winged Dapeng's pupils contracted sharply, his heart pounding.

This... this is the Peng Demon King?!

How can he be this fast? Is this even his proper speed? Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal wouldn't have such speed!

Golden-Winged Dapeng felt a flicker of fear, nearly halting mid-flight, but he reacted in time—if this continued, he would truly lose!

Golden-Winged Dapeng burned with anxiety—this Peng Demon King had always been his defeated subordinate, yet now he could surpass him by so much, and he couldn't accept it!!!

In an instant, Golden-Winged Dapeng transformed into his true form, blotting out the sun and clouds, letting out a long, clear cry as if venting his inner resentment.

His wings slammed together, and Golden-Winged Dapeng began to chase desperately, flapping with all his might, as if using the strength of suckling, his speed surging accordingly.

Gradually, he could faintly make out the Peng Demon King's figure.

Overjoyed, he thought: My Golden-Winged Dapeng will not lose!

Compared to Golden-Winged Dapeng's hysteria, the Peng Demon King remained far more leisurely. After flying hard for a while, Golden-Winged Dapeng finally managed to draw level with him.

When he clearly saw the wings on the Peng Demon King's back, his heart filled with utter astonishment.

This... this is a phantom-law feather wing?! How could it be this fast?!

Yet what shocked Golden-Winged Dapeng even more was not just this.

"Golden Peng, compared to me now, you're still far behind!" the Peng Demon King said calmly, transmitting his voice with ease.

Immediately, under Golden-Winged Dapeng's eyes nearly bursting with rage, the Peng Demon King's arms also transformed into wings.

One above, one below—actually forming two pairs of wings!!!

Four Wings Unfold!

Unified Vibration!

Whoosh!

The Peng Demon King's speed surged again instantly, pulling away once more, vanishing in the blink of an eye—leaving not even a shadow.

Holy crap! Is this fake?!

Golden-Winged Dapeng stared, mouth agape—is this the speed his cultivation can produce?

He felt like he was dreaming.

After reacting, Golden-Winged Dapeng gritted his beak, heart filled with intense unwillingness, and flew with all his might, overloading his flight.

Holding on, he flew a full circle around the entire North Kuru Continent.

He may lose as a person, but not in formation.

When the Golden-Winged Dapeng was about to reach the summit of Ji Shan, he could already see from afar that the Peng Demon King was calmly standing at the starting point.

Flying closer, the Golden-Winged Dapeng reverted to human form and sat down right there.

Seeing the Peng Demon King in the relaxed posture of having just finished a meal and strolling leisurely, the Golden-Winged Dapeng gasped a few rough breaths.

Utter defeat! The Golden-Winged Dapeng's face was full of doubt, some of it hard to believe: "How on earth did you manage this?!"

"So fast!"

This speed is outrageous!

He had a very clear understanding of his own strength; even if he had advanced to the late Great Luo stage, there was absolutely no possibility of surpassing this speed.

You must know, the Peng Demon King is now merely a Taiyi.

Seeing the defeated expression on the Golden-Winged Dapeng's face, the Peng Demon King's long-held frustration instantly eased.

Did he really think that just because his cultivation was higher than mine, he could bully me at will?

In terms of strength, he admits he is inferior, but when it comes to speed, no one now dares to underestimate him.

Still thinking of half-humanizing to bully him? Well, he's stunned now, isn't he?

Holding his head high and chest out, the Peng Demon King assumed the arrogant posture the Golden-Winged Dapeng had shown before: "Of course it's because of my diligent cultivation, which has given me such remarkable progress in speed!"

"You're Farting!" the Golden-Winged Dapeng retorted without hesitation, his face filled with disbelief.

Now that the Demon Race is weak, the Yao Shi Gong can be said to be the Demon Race's prestige and power; although he has joined the Buddhist Sect, he himself can still be considered part of the Demon Race and is not rejected by them.

His true form, the Golden-Winged Dapeng, is somewhat similar to the Kunpeng, and in the Yao Shi Gong he is considered a regular.