Chapter 127 A Terrifying Battle!

Ye Haocheng pondered for two breaths.

The nine-winged mysterious light fan is a half-step venerable weapon, focusing on speed and cutting.

The Heaven-Overturning Roc King Seal is an ultimate venerable weapon, focusing on suppression and power.

With these two items protecting his body, Jin Daoming would certainly not be killed in an instant. Moreover, as Jin Daoming said, for such a proud prodigy, sometimes fighting to the death is better than just trying to survive.

"Good."

Ye Haocheng released his grip on the sword talisman and took a step back. "I will give you the time of one incense stick. If you cannot do it, I will intervene."

"Many thanks, Hall Master, for granting this!"

Jin Daoming let out a loud laugh, his laughter filled with the heroism of someone facing death without fear.

He turned around abruptly, facing the high and mighty Ancestor Cao Lin. With one step, he shattered the void, and his aura began to climb wildly.

"Hmm?"

Ancestor Cao Lin stood with his hands behind his back, watching the charging Jin Daoming. A trace of contempt and mockery flashed in his murky old eyes. "What? That kid surnamed Ye doesn't dare to make a move, so he sent you, this mongrel bird, to die? A mere Martial Saint peak, even holding a few pieces of scrap metal, is nothing more than a slightly larger ant."

"Old dog! Stop being so arrogant!"

Jin Daoming roared, and the vital blood within his body instantly ignited.

"Today, I will let you see what a Golden Winged Peng is! True form, appear!"

Rumble—!

A golden light, dazzling to the extreme, instantly pierced through the gloom over Tianque City.

In the shocked gazes of everyone, Jin Daoming disappeared, and in his place was a terrifying giant bird with a wingspan of three thousand zhang!

Its entire body looked like it was cast from gold, every feather shimmering with a metallic luster, and its spread wings blotted out the sky.

That noble bloodline pressure, originating from the primordial wilderness, instantly swept across the entire scene, causing countless experts below with demon clan bloodlines to tremble; it was a suppression that originated from the soul!

"Screech—!"

A long cry that could pierce gold and crack stone echoed through the sky.

Under the left wing of this giant golden bird, the nine-winged mysterious light fan turned into countless streams of light, merging into its wings, causing its speed and sharpness to increase tenfold.

Above its head, an ancient and heavy seal expanded in the wind, transforming into a ten-thousand-zhang divine mountain, emitting a terrifying aura capable of suppressing the heavens—the ultimate venerable weapon, the Heaven-Overturning Roc King Seal!

"Ancestor Cao Lin, you old dog! Take this move! Heavenly Roc Dragon-Fighting Art!"

The Golden Winged Peng that Jin Daoming had turned into flapped its wings, and the space instantly shattered. Its massive body turned into a golden beam of light, carrying world-destroying power as it slammed violently towards Ancestor Cao Lin.

This strike was fast to the extreme, and heavy to the extreme!

"Oh? Interesting."

Ancestor Cao Lin finally revealed a trace of surprise in his eyes. "To be able to stimulate your bloodline power to this extent, combined with two supreme treasures, it is somewhat worth watching. Unfortunately... it is still not enough!"

As his voice fell, Ancestor Cao Lin simply extended a finger and tapped lightly at the void.

"Finger Painting the Rivers and Mountains."

Hum!

A gray ripple spread out from his fingertip as the center.

The golden beam of light, which had been unstoppable, suddenly seemed to fall into a quagmire the moment it touched this ripple, its speed dropping sharply. Immediately after, an invisible spatial force began to squeeze Jin Daoming's body, producing a bone-grinding sound that set one's teeth on edge.

"Break for me!"

Jin Daoming roared, and the Heaven-Overturning Roc King Seal above his head crashed down.

Boom!

The power of the ultimate venerable weapon erupted completely, and the gravitational rules capable of suppressing mountains and rivers forcibly smashed through Ancestor Cao Lin's spatial ripple.

"What?!"

Ancestor Cao Lin's expression changed slightly; he clearly had not expected the power of this seal to be so great.

Taking advantage of this gap, Jin Daoming's incomparably sharp golden claws, wrapped in the cutting power of the nine-winged mysterious light fan, instantly tore through Ancestor Cao Lin's protective aura and clawed towards his throat.

"You seek death!"

Ancestor Cao Lin was enraged.

Being forced back by an ant was a great humiliation to him.

He changed his finger into a palm and slapped backhand. A massive gray hand that blotted out the sky condensed out of thin air, carrying a deathly aura that corroded everything, and slammed heavily onto the back of the Golden Winged Peng.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Jin Daoming's massive body was swatted away for dozens of miles, collapsing a corner of Tianque City; countless palaces and pavilions turned to dust, and smoke and dust filled the sky.

"So strong..."

In the ruins, Jin Daoming coughed up a large mouthful of blood mixed with visceral fragments, but the fighting intent in his eyes became even more violent. "Is this the fifth level of Martial Venerable? Come again!"

Whoosh!

The golden light soared into the sky once more.

This time, Jin Daoming completely abandoned defense and adopted a suicidal fighting style. He utilized the Golden Winged Peng's talent for extreme speed, constantly shuttling through the sky within a thousand-mile radius, turning into countless afterimages and attacking Ancestor Cao Lin crazily.

The Heaven-Overturning Roc King Seal crashed down time and again, each time causing the heavens and earth to tremble, the ground of the Imperial Capital cracking continuously, and countless commoners and cultivators fleeing in terrified screams.

The aftermath of this battle was simply too terrifying!

One floating island after another in the capital disintegrated under this power, and large areas of buildings fell like raindrops.

...

Meanwhile, in various parts of the Eastern Continent.

In several ancient and hidden forbidden grounds, several long-slumbering old monsters opened their eyes one after another, their gazes piercing through the endless void and casting towards the direction of the Feather God Dynasty.

Deep within the Great Chu Dynasty, an old man wearing a dragon robe stood on the star-gazing platform, his face showing shock. "This is... the aura of an ultimate venerable weapon? And the fluctuations of a Martial Venerable expert? What exactly happened over at the Feather God Dynasty? Who is attacking the Blood Feather Vulture Clan?"

Countless divine senses intertwined in the void, all paying attention to this great battle that was enough to change the landscape of the Eastern Continent.

...

Back to the battlefield.

The battle had been going on for a full half-hour.

Jin Daoming's aura had begun to decline; most of the golden feathers on his body had fallen off, and he was covered in blood, but he still did not stop.

"How is this feathered beast so troublesome!"

Ancestor Cao Lin was also truly incensed. Although he held a firm upper hand, this Golden Winged Peng was too slippery, and the seal and the fan coordinated flawlessly, making him unable to take down his opponent for the time being.

"It is over! Great Void Hand!"

Ancestor Cao Lin did not want to delay any longer; he formed hand seals, and the space within a hundred-mile radius instantly collapsed.

A transparent giant hand, seemingly coming from the depths of the void, ignored distance and directly grabbed the high-speed moving Jin Daoming.