In the world of "Covering the Sky," my cultivation technique is not right.

Ye Fan's cultivation level is much stronger than in the original story, so it's possible that he could be suppressed without the Little Peng King suppressing his cultivation.

"I think it's a good idea!" Black Emperor stuck out his tongue and grinned mischievously. "True heroes grow up in adversity. It's just one major realm of adversity, which is nothing for the Holy Body. Ye Zi still has a long way to go if he wants to achieve the Great Perfection of the Holy Body."

Black King, always eager for drama, egged them on.

Lü Yao said, "I understand, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."

Where did the plot of Chapter 113, "Little Peng King vs. Ye Fan," go?

In the original storyline, Ye Fan was at the second level of the Dao Palace, and the Golden-Winged Roc King still had to suppress his cultivation level to fight him.

However, Ye Fan is now at the fifth level of the Dao Palace, with abundant blood and blue energy, and possesses the Dou Zi Secret and many sage techniques. The Golden-Winged Roc King is likely to suffer a setback.

Lu Yao listened quietly, while Hei Huang stood by, ready to stir up trouble at any moment.

Upon hearing the words of the Golden-Winged Roc King, Qingyi immediately sensed impending doom and prepared to make excuses before leaving with Ye Fan and Lü Yao: "Everyone knows your strength, and I admire it as well. But these two humans are my guests. If you would give me some face, please refrain from making a move."

Having said that, he stopped exchanging pleasantries with the young demon experts in the hall and prepared to leave with Ye Fan.

Ye Fan listened quietly from the side. Although he felt that Xiao Peng Wang was arrogant, he didn't say anything and remained calm.

After all, I came here for Pang Bo, so I should just bear with it as much as possible.

Unexpectedly, a young expert from the demon race suddenly frowned, looked at Ye Fan carefully for a moment, and then realized: "You look familiar. You are the Ancient Sacred Body that the Jiang family and several holy lands of the Eastern Wilderness have jointly wanted, right?"

"Is it an ancient, degraded body of the human race?" Immediately, the others also recalled the recent rumors in the Eastern Wilderness that someone had obtained a large piece of the Mother Qi of All Things and forged a heavy cauldron.

The demon cultivators' eyes immediately changed, and several of them no longer bothered to hide their greed.

Seeing this, Ye Fan knew something was about to happen, and calmly said, "It seems that you are all also interested in the source of the Mother Qi of All Things."

Ye Fan was used to being hunted down by the forces of the Eastern Wilderness, and he had seen such greedy expressions before.

When pushed too far, he pulled out a strange object he had obtained from the Primordial Ancient Mine, destroyed the Azure Dragon King's secret realm, and then took Pang Bo away in the chaos.

But these demon "prodigies" present were not enough; only the true old demons in the Azure Dragon King's secret realm could take action.

Upon seeing this, Lü Yao felt a pang of anxiety, knowing that Emperor Ye was about to make a public display of his divine power. He immediately took a few steps back and hid behind the crowd.

That bastard Black Emperor is inhuman! He actually caused trouble, changed his voice, and shouted, "Even among the geniuses of our demon race, we've never heard of anyone possessing the divine potential of an emperor. What right does a human with a sacred body have? Treasures belong to those with the ability!"

Black King kept changing positions, his voice ethereal and indistinct, creating the impression that several demons were speaking from a single dog.

"You're right, the capable should be in charge. I want to challenge you!"

At that moment, two demons stepped forward, vowing to kill Ye Fan. One had a white jade elephant trunk, and the other had crimson wings on his back. Their auras were concealed, and they were both young experts at the fifth level of the Dao Palace.

The little dragon king in green robes changed his expression slightly and stepped in front of Ye Fan: "Brother Ye is my honored guest. Are you all going to rob him of his treasures on my territory?"

His voice was cold, his two dragon horns emitted a blue light, and his iron armor clattered with his movements.

"..." The dozens of demons looked at each other, only then remembering that their master was still here, so they restrained their arrogance: "Then let's leave the secret realm and fight him again."

But at this moment, the Golden-Winged Roc King, with his full head of golden hair and sharp eyes, suddenly stepped forward and stared at the Azure-Clad Little Flood Dragon King: "Azure-Clad, are you determined to protect this kid?"

When Qingyi saw the Golden-Winged Roc King step forward, her face turned ugly. This demon was always arrogant and was favored by the old Roc King, so he did things according to his own whims: "He is my guest, you must not lay a hand on him."

Unexpectedly, King Xiaopeng was not angry at all: "This human named Ye Fan is only at the fifth level of the Dao Palace. I will give you face and not kill him here. The source of all things’ mother energy will also temporarily reside in his body."

He turned and looked around at the young demon prodigy who had just been about to make a move, and said aggressively, "I have my eye on the Source Root of All Things. None of you are allowed to kill the Holy Body, or you will be my enemy."

The demons' faces instantly turned ugly, but no one dared to say anything. Among them were followers of the Little Roc King, some of whom had seen the Little Roc King in action and knew they were no match for him, and had also experienced the Little Roc King's domineering personality.

But what happened next was somewhat unexpected; no one, including Lü Yao, anticipated what would happen next.

At this moment, the Golden-Winged Roc King suddenly reached out and pointed at Lü Yao, who was standing behind Tu Fei. His fighting spirit surged, and his blood aura billowed upwards: "Now, I'm not here to seize any divine artifact; I want to fight this person."

After saying this, a jet-black halberd appeared beside him, standing in mid-air, exuding a domineering aura.

"This is...this is the Great Desolate Halberd of the Old Peng King. Why did he take out the Great Desolate Halberd so directly?"

Everyone looked bewildered.

"Old Peng King gave this divine weapon to Little Peng King. In battle, as long as this item is used, how can anyone else survive?"

"No, that demonic halberd has been sealed and cannot unleash its full power. It is only used to protect Little Peng King."

"Who is this person? Who can make Little Peng King wield the Great Wilderness Halberd and challenge him to battle?!"

Many demon cultivators' expressions changed upon seeing the Great Wilderness Halberd, and they began to discuss among themselves. Their curious gazes swept over Lü Yao, but they couldn't think of anyone who matched him.

Ye Fan frowned and looked behind him, following Xiao Peng Wang's finger.

Then, Ye Fan laughed, a very happy laugh, because Little Peng King was pointing at Lü Yao.

Ye Fan couldn't quite comprehend Lü Yao's cultivation progress, but he was certain that without the intervention of powerful figures, no one could suppress Lü Yao. In this small secret realm, it seemed that even the Azure Dragon King himself would have to intervene.

Moreover, he needed to borrow the Chaos Green Lotus from Yan Ruyu, because Lü Yao was still carrying the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron.

When Lü Yao saw that the Golden-Winged Roc King's fingertip was pointing at him and that everyone was looking at him, he frowned slightly, moved his feet lightly, and dodged the fingertip.

But unfortunately, the Golden-Winged Roc King's fingers were following his movements.

"Holy Son of Yaoguang, I've heard that you defeated the Eastern Wilderness Divine Body in the Southern Region with a single move, making you the number one genius in the Southern Region. Now that I've met you in person, I'm going to cut off your head as my medal."

Golden-Winged Roc King lowered his finger, grabbed the Great Wilderness Halberd, and stood floating in the air. Holding the Demon Halberd upside down, his eyes blazed with golden light, and his uncontrollable fighting spirit soared into the sky, almost overturning the huge palace.

Qingyi was startled and quickly looked at Lü Yao. He was clearly just an ordinary human cultivator, although he was a bit handsome. How could he be the Holy Son of Yaoguang?

Xiao Peng Wang was used to being arrogant, and few of the demon race's prodigies dared to provoke him, but this arrogance stemmed from his unparalleled strength among the demon race.

Furthermore, the Great Desolate Halberd is a spiritual weapon forged by an extremely powerful being. Legend has it that as long as the Old Peng King steps out of the Heavenly Gate of Severing the Dao, the Great Desolate Halberd may be able to nurture the prototype of a god.

Given Xiaopeng Wang's arrogance, the fact that he unhesitatingly pulled out the Great Wilderness Halberd shows that even he doesn't have much confidence in this human race.

Seeing that his identity had been recognized, Lü Yao felt somewhat helpless. One hundred and eight divine rings appeared on his body, and the aura of the Dragon Transformation Realm instantly swept across the entire palace: "Our cultivation levels are too far apart, there is no need for us to fight."

"It really is the Holy Son of Yao Guang!" Many demons were shocked.

That immense aura swept across the giant tower like a hurricane.

Apart from the Golden-Winged Roc King and the Little Flood Dragon King in green robes, all the other demons were forced to bend over, their faces flushed red.

"Screech!" Two of the demons were birds, and unable to withstand the pressure, they revealed their demonic forms, which were extremely large.

Then, three more beasts manifested their demonic forms and prostrated themselves on the ground.

If it weren't for the fact that the palace in the green robe was extremely spacious, it would probably have collapsed immediately.

The Golden-Winged Roc King was the first to bear the brunt of the pressure. His golden hair was swept back, his teeth were clenched, his legs were slightly bent, and he uttered a few words through his teeth: "What kind of genius is it to suppress others with your realm? If we were to fight at the same realm, I would definitely defeat you."

Lu Yao really didn't want to play house with the Golden-Winged Roc King; he just wanted to scare him away, find Pang Bo, and leave.

It would be more likely if Old Peng Wang came in person, so that he could be forced to reveal all his secrets.

Unexpectedly, what the Golden-Winged Roc King said sounded familiar. Wasn't that what Ye Fan said to him?

Standing behind Lü Yao, Ye Fan sneered when he saw the Golden-Winged Roc King say such a thing: "If you were at the same level as me, I would kill you within ten moves. Even if you are now a whole level higher than me, I can still take your head without the Holy Son of Yao Guang having to make a move. Why don't I fight you?"

But the Golden-Winged Roc King ignored Ye Fan, his eyes fixed on Lü Yao: "Do you dare to suppress your cultivation and fight me? Or is it that the number one genius of the Southern Region can only suppress others by his cultivation level?"

Lu Yao said, "You'd better fight Ye Fan. I have no interest in playing with you."

Chapter 114 Reversing the Heavenly Gang

After Lu Yao finished speaking, his imposing aura suddenly dissipated, and everyone present felt the suffocating feeling of being choked disappear.

The demons who had transformed back into their original forms all reverted to human form. The little dragon king, dressed in green, wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed:

“The Holy Son of Yaoguang has profound cultivation and has probably already entered the next level. Little Peng King, stop fooling around. I need to take the Holy Son of Yaoguang away and arrange a palace for him.”

He had thought that with Tu Fei around, they would all be his own people, so he brought him to the palace to discuss the Dao and drink with everyone. He never expected that one of the humans would be the Yao Guang Holy Son, who had recently become famous and was vaguely known as the number one person in the Eastern Wilderness.

After months of fermentation, Lü Yao's reputation had spread throughout the entire Eastern Wilderness. Some even called him the number one genius of the Eastern Wilderness, ranking him alongside Jue Youqing of the Western Desert, Wang Teng of the Northern Plains, and Qi Lin of the Southern Ridge.

However, it is generally acknowledged that the Holy Son of Yaoguang is weaker than the other three in terms of cultivation level, as the other three have already entered the Dragon Transformation Realm and are advancing rapidly.

Now it seems... Qingyi sighed inwardly, the Holy Son of Yaoguang had long since entered the Dragon Transformation Realm, and no other genius of the demon race could compare.

If the Golden-Winged Roc King doesn't know when to advance and retreat, he might die on the spot today.

Unexpectedly, the Golden-Winged Roc King did not appreciate the good intentions of the man in green. After Lü Yao relaxed his restraint, he once again became eager to compete.

His golden hair danced wildly as he held the Great Wilderness Halberd upside down, staring intently at the Holy Son of Yao Guang before him.

A pair of sharp eyes gleamed with golden light, their burning fighting spirit impossible to conceal.

Lu Yao shook his head: "Your combat strength is weak, your realm is weak, your secret techniques are weak, and your physique is weak. If I fight you, I'm afraid people will say that I'm bullying the weak."

what?

The demons present were in an uproar. They dared not speak, but they all had their own thoughts, and some even used their divine sense to transmit their voices.

While the Holy Son of Yao Guang is powerful, there's no need to belittle the Golden-Winged Roc King so drastically.

It is important to know that the Tianpeng, Jiaolong, Huangniao, and Jinwu races are among the most powerful races in the demon race. Their bloodlines may very well contain the blood of immortal beasts such as true dragons and immortal phoenixes.

Even among the various physical attributes of the human race, it is not necessarily possible to compare with the best individuals of these races.

While the Holy Son of Yaoguang was indeed powerful, his blatant disdain for the demon race's prodigies aroused a sense of shared hatred and indignation among the demons present.

The Golden-Winged Roc King laughed in exasperation: "Ha—this is the first time someone has spoken of me so utterly worthless. You're just a faster cultivator. If we were at the same level, I would surely sever your head with a single halberd strike!"

"Brother Peng!" the man in green hurriedly rebuked, fearing that the Holy Son of Yao Guang would truly be enraged and kill the Golden-Winged Little Peng King on the spot.

Such an outcome is unacceptable to both the Golden-Winged Roc King and the Yao Guang Holy Land.

Unexpectedly, the demons behind the Golden-Winged Roc King rushed to his aid:

"I think Little Peng King is right. If it were a battle between people of the same realm, the mere human race would surely be torn apart by Peng claws!"

"Although Yao Guang is powerful, we cannot underestimate our demon race. We also have imperial weapons!"

"What kind of physique do you, Holy Son of Yaoguang, possess? What scriptures have you cultivated? How dare you spout such nonsense here!"

"If you don't dare to fight someone of the same realm, you should hand over the number one genius of the Eastern Wilderness as soon as possible! My demon race has Little Peng King, Little Jiao King, and the descendant of the Azure Emperor, which one of them is not stronger than you!"