Chapter 805

Seeing this, Tu Fei's expression changed as he watched from below.

He thought that if he had faced Jin Chixiaopeng's hundred thousand and eight thousand swords, he would have been utterly defeated—this bird-man truly had some real power.

"These aren't just random golden feathers; they're forged from divine roc feathers, the most lethal killing art of the Tianpeng clan!"

"The feather-swords carry the lineage's heritage—Xiaopeng Wang has cultivated a hundred thousand of them. I am no match."

The green-robed Little Dragon King's expression also changed.

They were all peers among the young kings, each refusing to yield to the other—but now that Jin Chixiaopeng's hundred thousand and eight thousand swords had appeared, he felt he was no match.

"How can one possibly resist a hundred thousand and eight thousand such swords?"

Ye Fan was also pondering.

He never doubted that Fang Yu could withstand such an attack—he was thinking about how he himself would resist such a hundred thousand and eight thousand swords.

This Jin Chixiaopeng truly had some ability: not only was his physical body peerless, but he also possessed his race's heritage—combined, his power was terrifyingly immense.

"Good, good—these hundred thousand and eight thousand swords do have some skill."

On the ground, Fang Yu studied the hundred thousand and eight thousand swords, nodded, then reached out with one hand—immediately, a Hand of Heaven appeared above Xiaopeng Wang's head.

This Hand of Heaven bore boundless sky, and from within the heavens surged an overwhelming suction—the hundred thousand and eight thousand golden feathers, still poised mid-air, were all drawn into the sky, and then the Hand of Heaven seized Jin Chixiaopeng outright.

"How is this possible?"

Shock spread across Jin Chixiaopeng's face; as the Hand of Heaven descended, he immediately activated Tianpeng's Divine Speed to escape—but everywhere was boundless suction, and even with Tianpeng's utmost speed, his body kept being pulled backward, instantly caught and pinned in midair.

"Tell me, how should I deal with a creature like you?"

Fang Yu stepped forward.

He had not moved to strike, yet in the void a hand appeared—behind it was Heaven itself—and the Hand of Heaven seized Jin Chixiaopeng; no matter what technique he used, he could not escape.

"Heaven, how could this happen? Jin Chixiaopeng is no ordinary being—he possesses Tianpeng's Divine Speed, yet still couldn't break Fang Yu's grasp?"

"This is too terrifying—they're not even on the same level. Jin Chixiaopeng chose the wrong opponent; before Fang Yu, he's no match at all."

"Jin Chixiaopeng is the supreme genius of the central Eastern Wilderness—among his generation, he had no rivals. His cultivation base reached the Four Extremities Secret Realm, yet before Fang Yu, he's as fragile as an ant. There's only one explanation: Fang Yu's power has surpassed the Four Extremities and is crushing him outright!"

"Has the eldest disciple of Tai Xuan Sect already cultivated into the Transformation Dragon Secret Realm? Only the elite among the older generation reach such a realm—has Fang Yu truly reached this level?"

"Jin Chixiaopeng lost fairly—he had no chance against a man like Fang Yu. But I wonder how this will end—will Fang Yu kill Jin Chixiaopeng?"

"If he kills him, the Peng King will surely intervene—another bloody storm will follow."

"Look, the green-robed little dragon king is about to speak."

All the demonic race men and women present had not expected Jin Chixiaopeng to truly unleash his absolute power—he had already summoned his hundred thousand and eight thousand swords, yet was still seized in one move, and all stood frozen in shock.

Only the green-robed little dragon king reacted first, bowing repeatedly to Fang Yu, his face filled with apology: "Fang Yu brother, Jin Chixiaopeng has always been arrogant and conceited—could you, on my account, spare him once? I will surely host a proper feast to welcome you."

The green-robed little dragon king spoke with a bitter smile.

In his heart, he had cursed Jin Chixiaopeng a hundred thousand times—since Jin Chixiaopeng had a hundred thousand and eight thousand swords, he cursed him a hundred thousand and eight thousand times.

He had already been slapped down once by this opponent, yet came back anyway—now he's been captured, isn't he?

Especially this fool had thrown out so many threats—utterly stupid. Now, even if Fang Yu kills Jin Chixiaopeng, no one will say he did wrong.

"If I wanted to kill this little thing, he'd be dead beyond revival already. But I once received the legacy of a Kunpeng—though it has nothing to do with this golden little bird—I'll spare him this time. I'll suppress him for a year to temper his temper."

Fang Yu spoke calmly; the Hand of Heaven forged by the Great Heaven's Three Thousand Dao Arts slammed down, knocking Jin Chixiaopeng to the ground and burying him underground. The golden-winged little king still tried to escape—Fang Yu pointed a finger, and five-colored divine light instantly swept him into the radiance.

Then the five-colored divine light grew, transforming in an instant into a Five Elements Mountain that buried Jin Chixiaopeng beneath it.

"Heaven, no wonder Sun Wukong couldn't escape the Five Elements Mountain—so the Buddha's Five Elements Mountain was actually five-colored divine light?"

Pang Bo suddenly understood.