Three Swords Slay the Peng King

Verdant peaks, ancient and vigorous pines, Mysterious Stone shaped rocks, and waterfalls cascading down like ribbons, three thousand feet high.

"I will kill you, the pride of the human race, first, and forge my path to Great Emperor!" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was tall, with golden hair like a waterfall and eyes that shone brightly. He had a demonic aura about him, and standing on the mountaintop, he exuded a fearsome sense of oppression.

"I'll give you a handicap!" Zhou Tong's response was decisive and direct, and he put his left hand behind his back as he spoke.

I want you dead!

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was furious, unable to bear such an insult. He roared to the sky, causing the mountain peaks to tremble. They were bound by an invisible demonic force, as if they were about to collapse.

In an instant, everyone was startled by the roar, breaking out in a cold sweat; a sense of dread swept over them. The power of the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's roar was terrifying indeed.

"Little Ye Zi, is Zhou Tong alright? He sealed his cultivation level to the first level of the Four Extremes, which is already three levels lower than the Golden-Winged Little Peng King. And now he's even sealed off one of his arms?" Tu Fei, standing to the side, couldn't help but feel a little uneasy when he saw the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's aura.

"Don't worry, Zhou Tong has plenty of tricks up his sleeve!" Ye Fan said.

Just as everyone was watching intently, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King finally moved—

"One Hundred Thousand Eight Thousand Swords!"

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's voice pierced through gold and shattered rocks, shaking the sky and causing many people's eardrums to ache.

He immediately displayed a unique skill, his entire body radiating golden light, bursting forth with dazzling brilliance, and Myriad Daos terrifying golden sword beams shot out.

One Hundred Thousand Eight Thousand Swords!

The Killing Intent intent soared to the clouds; each sword was forged from the feathers of a divine roc. The countless Sword One, shattering the Void the Great and destroying everything in their path.

This was no longer just sword light, but an endless ocean of holy swords. A golden storm of sword blades engulfed everything in the world, sweeping towards Zhou Tong.

This is an innate supreme divine technique of the Sky Peng Clan, capable of sweeping away even thousands of troops and attacking indiscriminately!

"Boom!"

Each sword beam was like a raging flood, extremely terrifying, sending chills down the spines of those watching from afar. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was so powerful that he had suppressed his cultivation level. How could Zhou Tong, who was three levels lower than the Little Peng King, possibly fight back?

How many young people could withstand such astonishing power? Even those at the level of Holy Son would mostly perish!

Despite facing the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's One Hundred Thousand Eight Thousand Swords, Zhou Tong remained completely calm.

"Your sword is all show and no substance! Let me teach you how to use a sword properly!"

"I possess a sword capable of cleaving the sun, moon, Star Scripture; please, all of you, take a look!"

Zhou Tong pointed his fingers like a sword, his arm suddenly vibrated, and with a flick of his sword finger, a monstrous sword aura surged forth.

"The first move of the Grass Character Sword Art — Sword Wave!"

The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass has nine leaves growing together. This sword technique, when broken down, has nine forms. When cultivated to its ultimate level, it is actually the unification of the nine forms!

Zhou Tong swung his arm, sweeping it forward. Instantly, Purple Qi Coming from the East the east, and a vast expanse of sword energy swept out like a tidal wave.

The sword energy was like a sea, and the world was a vast expanse of purple. There was also the sight of the moon setting and the stars sinking, and the red sun sinking. It was an incredible scene.

During this process, sword energy spread like mist, accompanied by lightning and Leiming. This magnificent scene was like the beginning of time, awe-inspiring and heart-pounding.

"What... what kind of divine power is this?!" Everyone was stunned by the aura of this sword strike.

To cleave the sun, Star Scripture with a single sword strike—it's utterly unbelievable!

"Oh no, retreat quickly!!" Soon, someone realized what was happening and immediately retreated.

Such a terrible collision, they couldn't withstand even the aftershocks.

"Boom!!"

The moment everyone retreated, the sword energy, as vast as a purple sea, shattered the One Hundred Thousand Eight Thousand Swords and blocked the unparalleled divine power of the Golden-Winged Little Peng King.

Moreover, the sword energy seemed to transform into a surging purple waterfall, flowing upstream and rolling forward, filling the world with a purple haze and engulfing everything in front of it. This was an attempt to completely annihilate the Golden-Winged Little Peng King.

"Ah!!!"

From within that sea of swords came the roar of the Golden-Winged Little Peng King. Then, with a clang, a black light appeared in the purple sea of swords.

Then, a dark light ripped through the sea of swords. A massive black halberd appeared, heavy as a mountain, its weight almost causing the Void the Great to collapse. It was as black as ink, like a black hole that devoured one's mind.

"Great Desolate Halberd!"

Many people changed color, and some Lesser Demons turned pale and almost knelt on the ground.

"It really is the Great Desolate Halberd, the demonic weapon that the Old Peng King used to kill his way through his life!"

"That's right, it is indeed the Great Desolate Halberd, endless slaughter, rivers of blood, mountains of corpses, and countless lives have been taken by it!"

"Look at Little Peng King!!" Suddenly, someone exclaimed, their voice trembling slightly.

"What? Such a serious injury!"

"How could a single strike have injured Little Peng King to this extent?"

All the Demon Clan were horrified. The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was no longer as dashing as before; instead, he was covered in crimson blood.

His entire body was stained red with his own blood; his clothes, pants, shoes, and hair were all crimson, and drops of blood continued to trickle down his body.

Without a doubt, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King had been severely injured amidst the sea of sword energy. Had he not reacted quickly and immediately drawn the Great Desolate Halberd, he would likely have perished under that single strike.

"Cough..." The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was still coughing up blood.

"Cross Slash!"

Zhou Tong gave a light shout, and his sword finger made only two simple strokes in the Void the Great.

Two sword energies flashed by like startled birds, seemingly traversing the Void the Great, and directly slashed down at the Golden-Winged Little Peng King. The second sword energy quickly caught up with the first one.

"Clang!"

The two sword energies collided and crossed in the Void the Great, instantly increasing their power. The Void the Great was easily torn apart, like a broken painting. The cross-shaped sword energy, carrying endless Annihilation power, cut off everything in its path!

"Go to hell!"

Golden-Winged Little Peng King's black halberd cleaved down, unleashing a raging black tide of destructive energy, like a lurking demon emerging from Hell.

"Boom!!"

The cross-shaped sword energy and the Great Desolate Halberd collided in the Void the Great, shattering this world. The sky seemed to be overturned, and the earth seemed to sink forever, with everything ceasing to exist.

"Ah!" The Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared in fury. This collision was far too terrifying. His arm holding the Great Desolate Halberd was trembling uncontrollably, and his tiger's mouth was completely split open. He could barely hold the weapon.

"Not bad!" Zhou Tong remained indifferent, glancing at the Great Desolate Halberd. His expression seemed to completely disregard the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, praising only the Great Desolate Halberd that the Golden-Winged Old Peng King had forged throughout his life.

"Ah..."

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared, shaking the mountains and rivers. Provoked by Zhou Tong's gaze, he went completely mad.

A near-mad Killing Intent flashed in his eyes as he roared in a low voice, "I, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, will never perish!"

However, before he could unleash his next move, his frenzied Killing Intent turned into astonishment.

"Puff!"

Blood splattered as the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's body was sliced open in Void the Great.

Everyone was stunned. They had no idea when Zhou Tong had made his move, managing to kill the Golden-Winged Little Peng King with a single sword strike without anyone's knowledge.

They glanced at Zhou Tong instinctively, only to see him still standing calmly in place.

Zhou Tong looked around and slowly lowered his arm.

The second move of the Grass Character Sword Art —Sword Shadow!

This move is the most secretive move in the Grass Character Sword Art, and is difficult for ordinary people to detect.