Chapter 804: Jin Chixiaopeng Wang: If You Can't Kill Me, Don't Leave!

The golden man displayed extreme speed, seemingly intent on suppressing Fang Yu, but was slapped to the ground by Fang Yu with a single palm.

"Stupid bird."

Fang Yu stood in place, looking at the golden man who had been knocked to the ground not far away, and spoke calmly.

This scene immediately brought looks of shock to everyone's face; no one had expected that golden man to lose so easily.

Everyone knew exactly who this golden man was, and precisely because they knew who he was, they now found it unbelievable.

"Jin Chixiaopeng Wang — that's the famous Jin Chixiaopeng Wang from the central Eastern Wasteland! Am I seeing things? He was actually slapped to the ground by that person?"

A handsome young man of the demon race wore an expression of horror on his face, utterly unable to believe it.

"Jin Chixiaopeng Wang is an absolute genius of the central Eastern Wasteland region, a descendant of the Peng King. His cultivation base is unfathomable, and among his peers he has virtually no equal. He has also inherited the Peng King's supreme ultimate arts. He came to our Northern Region this time to slay the Radiant Light Holy Son, but now he's been defeated in a single strike?"

"The First Senior Brother of the Grand Void Gate, Fang Yu? The legends say this man once fought the Radiant Light Holy Son, and the Holy Son lost. I always thought it was just a rumor, but now it seems it might very well be true!"

"Jin Chixiaopeng Wang was actually defeated in a single move like this? I still can't believe it. He's mastered the Sky Peng's extreme speed — how could he be defeated so easily? It must be a coincidence."

Watching Fang Yu slap the golden man to the ground, the demon cultivators present — men and women alike — stood frozen in place, thinking they were dreaming.

The Jin Chixiaopeng Wang who had been knocked down by Fang Yu found it even more unbelievable.

He had just unleashed his extreme speed, but before he knew what was happening, he was knocked to the ground in an instant.

How on earth was that done?

Jin Chixiaopeng Wang stood up again, wiped the blood from his mouth, his gaze growing sharper, as if he meant to continue his assault on Fang Yu.

"Jin Chixiaopeng Wang, are you looking to die? I've already told you — Brother Fang Yu is invincible under heaven, and he's not someone you can handle. Are you really going to attack?"

Tu Fei saw this scene, frowned, but still kindly offered a warning.

Earlier he had merely taken one divine pill from this Brother Fang Yu, and his strength had surged forward dramatically. He immediately realized that this Brother Fang Yu's power had likely truly reached the level of the Holy Lords of the various Holy Lands — he could even slay the Holy Lords of the major Holy Lands directly. So upon meeting, he had introduced him to the Green-Robed Little Jiao King, saying that Brother Fang Yu was invincible under heaven. But he hadn't expected it would still draw the enmity of Jin Chixiaopeng Wang.

Jin Chixiaopeng Wang, is your head this hard? Does your ancestor know?

"Fang Yu, I heard you defeated the Radiant Light Holy Son in a single move. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems you truly have the strength. Good — I once said I would slay the Radiant Light Holy Son, so now I'll slay you first, then go slay the Radiant Light Holy Son."

After being suppressed in a single strike, Jin Chixiaopeng Wang suddenly flew up into the high sky. His eyes gleamed with golden light, his battle intent bursting forth — a wild, frenzied battle intent.

Yes, frenzied battle intent.

It seemed that being knocked to the ground earlier had awakened his battle intent. Now he stood in the void, looking down at Fang Yu, his words utterly domineering, leaving no room for rebuttal.

"Has this bird been beaten silly by Brother Fang Yu?"

Pang Bo shook his head, indicating he couldn't make sense of Jin Chixiaopeng Wang's whole routine.

"This is a madman — without madness, one cannot become a demon. But choosing Brother Fang Yu as his opponent is his own foolishness."

Ye Fan, his expression calm, offered his assessment.

Standing not far away, he could sense the Little Peng King's tremendous power. This one's physical body seemed extraordinarily strong, and he had cultivated numerous secret arts. One could imagine he was indeed a formidable opponent — if Ye Fan faced him now, he would find it very difficult to withstand him.

Because this Little Peng King had clearly already cultivated to the Four Extremities Secret Realm, a full major realm above Ye Fan's Dao Palace Fourth Heaven. Yet this Jin Chixiaopeng Wang chose Brother Fang as his opponent — meaning he intended to challenge the Immortal Platform Realm from the Four Extremities Realm, and that Brother Fang Yu was at the Immortal Platform Second or Third Heaven.

No matter how you look at it, this Little Peng King has cultivated his brain silly — he'll probably fall into qi deviation if he keeps cultivating like this.

In cultivation, you can eat your meals carelessly, but your brain cannot be muddled. The moment your brain gets muddled, you immediately fall into qi deviation.

"Brother Peng, what are you doing? Brother Fang Yu has just come to my place as a guest, and you already want to duel him? Do you take this host seriously at all?"

The Green-Robed Little Jiao King spoke up at this moment.

On his face, there was unconcealable shock.

Originally, when Tu Fei told him Fang Yu was invincible under heaven, he hadn't really believed it. But just now, Fang Yu had actually slapped Jin Chixiaopeng Wang to the ground in a single move, and he immediately believed it.

Because Jin Chixiaopeng Wang himself was a genius among geniuses — a standout of the Sky Peng race, blessed by the heavens. His physical body was immensely powerful, able to battle dragons and jiaos, and he possessed extreme speed; no race under heaven could catch him. In the central Eastern Wasteland region, Jin Chixiaopeng Wang had already defeated every peer and had no equal among the younger generation — he truly had the capital to be proud.

But continuing to attack now would be very unwise.

Did he think his earlier clash with Fang Yu was due to his own carelessness, his oversight, his failure to gauge Fang Yu's true strength, and that this time he would unleash his full power?

"Who am I? I am the Sky Peng, invincible among my generation! Fang Yu, say no more — come and fight!"

Jin Chixiaopeng Wang let out a long cry, and behind him appeared a golden divine bird — the Sky Peng!

At this moment, he seemed like a deity, spreading his holy wings. His towering frame was as if cast in gold, like a demon lord, looking down on all four directions.

"You're so confident that I don't even know what technique to use to defeat you."

Below, Fang Yu looked at the Jin Chixiaopeng Wang who had manifested his peng bird wings and nearly laughed. This Jin Chixiaopeng Wang's level of confidence was practically on par with an Immortal.

Clearly, he had already slapped Jin Chixiaopeng Wang to the ground, yet Jin Chixiaopeng Wang still thought he had merely been careless and hadn't dodged, and now wanted to reveal his full strength.

So how should he proceed to knock this Jin Chixiaopeng Wang down next, or even directly erase him?

The Three Thousand Great Daos' Great Five Elements Art — five-colored divine light to scour him to death on the spot?

Or the Three Thousand Great Daos' Great Blood Soul Art to directly refine his blood soul — a taste of the demonic path?

Or perhaps the Three Thousand Great Daos' Great Star Art, to draw this little bird into the Boundless Tome and refine him?

Or a single Great Severing Art to cut him directly into nothingness?

Or simply unleash the Three Thousand Great Daos' Great Devouring Art and devour him whole?

Or the Great Chaos Art — a single bolt of Chaos Divine Thunder could send this little bird to the afterlife immediately.

If he wanted to kill Jin Chixiaopeng Wang, he had far too many methods. He didn't even need to use any Great Dao divine ability — he could simply charge over at extreme speed, and Jin Chixiaopeng Wang would be done for.

But right now this one was still up in the high sky, brimming with confidence, displaying the confidence level of an Immortal — almost on the verge of saying, "No one in heaven or earth can save you now."

"Ten Thousand Eight Thousand Swords!"

Just as Fang Yu was pondering below, the Jin Chixiaopeng Wang above roared, endless killing intent shocking the world. Streams of sword light shot skyward, as if countless volcanoes were erupting, blasting into the clouds.

Beneath the heavens, divine swords stood like a forest. Each divine sword was several zhang long, pointing toward the sky, blazing brilliantly, their killing aura piercing the clouds.

Ten Thousand Eight Thousand Swords!

Each of these swords had been refined from the divine peng's plume feathers. Every sword exhaled dazzling sword qi, incomparably sharp, overwhelming to behold.

Jin Chixiaopeng Wang's build was robust and powerful, his golden long hair drifting without wind, his eyes filled with wildness and the scent of slaughter.

Ten thousand long swords, each exhaling terrifying sword qi, formed a forest of swords in the void, as if the next moment they would descend and surround-slay Fang Yu.

"This bird-man actually refined so many swords—108,000 of them—how did he manage to cultivate them successfully?"