Chapter 103: The Dao Path Becomes Clear

Tens of thousands of sword-path true feathers shone like divine rainbows, ten thousand swords rang together, and countless sword qi surged forth like great waves overturning the sky, shaking heaven and earth.

This was a heaven's talent divine art comparable to the most precious inheritance of a sacred land family; Old Peng King had not only cultivated it to its peak but merged it with his own body, refining his true feathers into swords—gods blocking him were slain, demons blocking him were slaughtered.

"What a pity!" Jin Chi Lao Peng Wang sighed. He did not want to kill this human race heaven's pride, but the battle had reached a point beyond his control.

Old Peng King stood holding his halberd, his terrifying momentum making him look like a demon god descended into the world.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless sword lights struck Jiang Xuan, blasting him; the terrifying fluctuations rolled across heaven and earth like a tsunami, and heaven and earth trembled.

"Hold it!"

Jiang Xuan gave a light shout, and the Xuanhuang qi flowed around him, displaying the appearance of Ten Thousand Laws Unassailable and Myriad Tribulations Indestructible. Countless strands of heaven-covering divine radiance capable of piercing heaven and earth and slaughtering cities and nations struck his body, all collapsing, unable to inflict the slightest harm on him, not even a single hair falling.

"What? What exactly is Jiang Xuan's constitution? What exactly is this body-protecting great art?"

"Even the Ancient Desolate Holy Body of a Great Power Realm cultivator should not display such a performance."

"The color of that body-protecting great art is very similar to the color of Holy Body Ye Fan's Ten Thousand Things Source Cauldron; could it also be the Mother Qi of All Things?"

"Haha, Zhao Lao San, I see you've really been scared silly. A single strand of Mother Qi of All Things weighs ten thousand jun; how could a mortal flesh store Mother Qi of All Things? Demons cannot either, not even the legendary Chaos Body." Someone sneered, mocking the earlier speaker as truly absurd.

Just then, Jiang Xuan moved. The Xuanhuang body was innately undefeated; even a Saint Lord Level Killing Technique could do nothing to him, and perhaps not even a Slashing Dao King could break the Xuanhuang body. In this age where no saints appeared, he feared no one.

Boom—!

The powers of earth, mountain, marsh, water, fire, wind, and thunder surged forth wildly. Above the Tianqiong appeared a thousand-zhang Divine Furnace—this was the materialization of Jiang Xuan's Dao. Nine-headed Immortal Phoenixes rang together, beating their wings across the horizon, and Nine-Colored Divine Fire burned the Heavenly Vault.

Jiang Xuan stepped out once and instantly appeared above the Gao Tian. Beneath his feet, the thousand-zhang Divine Furnace was like a furnace refining heaven and transforming earth, seeking to burn the Gold-Winged Great Peng King to ashes.

"Boom"

The Great Wilderness Halberd thrust straight into the Tianqiong and collided with the Divine Furnace, the sound shaking endless Void, and Space Cracks spread a hundred li away.

The thousand-zhang-high Divine Furnace contained nine-headed Immortal Phoenixes traversing the sky, and Nine-Colored Divine Fire spread everywhere—worthy of being called refining heaven and transforming earth. Blazing divine fire surged, pressing down unceasingly.

Old Peng King wielded the Great Wilderness Halberd, cleaving one Immortal Phoenix after another, and unleashed a move called Oblique View of All Living Beings. The Nine-Colored Divine Fire, which burned nearly everything, was split open into a thousand-zhang wave of fire, then extinguished. Truly, killing intent surged to the heavens, demonic might covered the world.

Jiang Xuan silently thought it a pity. After all, Nine-Colored Divine Fire was Rootless Fire, possessing only the power of a single strike. This near-Saint Level flame could not be perfectly controlled by him and was split open by Old Peng King's halberd.

The Eight Trigrams Furnace shadow was like an ancient flame god mountain, steadily enveloping Old Peng King. Mana surged forth; the Four Extremes of heaven and earth, the myriad things of the universe—all seemed to become power refining Old Peng King.

Old Peng King's Great Wilderness Halberd was like a demonic mountain peak—horizontal, cleaving, thrusting, lifting—constantly striking the shadow's light curtain. Endless brilliant sparks flew everywhere. Finally, Old Peng King's hair stood on end; with a mighty smash, like stars colliding, like a Great Sun erupting, endless violent power surged forth, and the Eight Trigrams Furnace shadow collapsed and shattered.

With the Eight Trigrams Furnace broken, Jiang Xuan did not care at all. This was merely one of the divine abilities he employed, not the foundation.

Old Peng King soared into the sky. The Great Wilderness Halberd was cold and piercing, piercing through the Heavenly Vault, space collapsing. From afar, it actually looked like a Black Channel.

Jiang Xuan's expression remained unchanged, calm and composed. In the blink of an eye, his left eye was black as a demon, his right eye red as blood. His gaze was like swords, opening heaven and cleaving earth. Yin-yang life-and-death divine light and the power of life and death intertwined—two utterly opposite forces surging wildly, destroying everything in the world, like Purifying World Divine Light, seeking to cut down Old Peng King.

Black-red divine light fell like a heavenly sword, stabbing toward Old Peng King's eyes. The Great Wilderness Halberd crossed the sky, blocking before his eyes. The divine light crumbled inch by inch. Old Peng King stood like a god mountain spanning heaven and earth, immovable. The yin-yang life-and-death divine light of the Purifying World Sword could only block Old Peng King for a moment.

The battle had raged until now—thousands of exchanges, tens of thousands of collisions. The two fought so fiercely, exhausting all their techniques, yet neither could do anything to the other, and both were somewhat exhausted.

Suddenly!

Old Peng King gave an angry shout. Golden light soared into the sky from his entire body, and a layer of Golden Divine Flame burned violently. His body suddenly trembled violently, and behind him appeared a heaven-shaking and earth-shaking phenomenon.

Great Peng Devouring Dragon Diagram!

"Ah, it is the Ancient Peng Highest Secret Art, Great Peng Carving Dragon Art—it can be called a Killing Technique and also a phenomenon." In the distant sky, countless cultivators were shocked, terrified that Old Peng King had actually unleashed the strongest Killing Technique of the Ancient Peng Clan. Who was Old Peng King? For over a thousand years he had dominated Donghuang without a single defeat. No one had ever seen such methods from him. Even when encountering Saint Lord Level Great Power enemies, once the Great Wilderness Halberd emerged, ten thousand eight thousand True Feathers filled the sky, and enemies from all directions were all destroyed.

Yet now he had been forced by Jiang Xuan to this extent, needing to use the highest secret art to meet the enemy. This scene was truly too shocking.

"Once the Great Peng Devouring Dragon Diagram appears, there is death but no life. Do you wish to continue?"

Old Peng King was like a true Ancient Peng. The Peng phenomenon behind him radiated boundless pressure. Beneath the Peng's claws, an Ancient True Dragon roared. Terrifying aura spread, making people tremble uncontrollably, their legs wanting to kneel down involuntarily.

Jiang Xuan still wore a calm and carefree expression. He was thinking: none of his many divine abilities could do anything to this Gold-Winged Old Peng King. This was within his expectations. Divine abilities that had not woven together Dao and Principle always fell one major realm behind in terms of realm. Moreover, this Old Peng King was probably not far from Immortal Three Slashing Dao. If not for having cultivated the strongest body, the Xuanhuang Body, he would probably have already been defeated.

Xuanhuang qi flowed. At this moment, he even felt that when fortune turned, all was by the same power. He felt his Dao path was about to become clear, right here on this Old Peng King. He longed for this battle.

"Come!"

Jiang Xuan shouted loudly and exhilaratedly, indescribably unrestrained and free-spirited. The path ahead was about to become bright and clear. His expression was joyful, desiring to continue the decisive battle with Old Peng King.

Old Peng King transformed into a hundred-zhang Great Peng. The Peng's wings were like two god-slaying heavenly blades—one horizontal, one vertical. One sought to split Jiang Xuan in two; the other sought to sever him at the waist.

Divine claws tore heaven and split earth. Sky and earth beneath this one claw were as fragile as a piece of tofu. Between heaven and earth, everywhere were endless black, man-devouring Space Cracks.

Beneath the divine claws, a true dragon's body coiled, sweeping toward Jiang Xuan. A dragon head raised its head to the sky and let out a long howl. A giant mouth like a black hole tore and bit toward Jiang Xuan. The dragon tail sought to lash him into Blood Mist.

The characteristics of the Great Peng and the true dragon actually appeared simultaneously on Old Peng King's body. The Old Peng King at this moment was like a peerless great demon walking out from the ancient past. The auras of the Great Peng and the true dragon shook people's hearts and minds.

Boom!

Below, the Dark Red Land was struck. The rocks on the ground all turned into flying ash. The earth cracked open under this blow, and a bottomless crack appeared.

"Haha, so it is, so it is." Above the Gao Tian, Jiang Xuan laughed loudly.

(Chapter End)