The golden-winged Roc swooped down, its sharp and dazzling claws exuding a chilling aura, scratching downward while emitting piercing screeches.
It wasn't just human flesh that would be crushed; even hard iron, stone, or a mountain peak could be shattered into pieces by those golden claws, which were extremely intimidating.
The small figure's black hair fluttered backward, completely pushed by a gust of wind. His eyes sparkled with lightning as he stood on the Suan Ni (a mythical beast) treasure mirror, soaring into the sky.
"Clang"
He met the attack with his fists, and various symbols erupted, as if from a volcano, exploding into a blinding light, vast and boundless.
This was a clash of symbolic divine power and physical prowess. Both sides were evenly matched, with neither gaining an advantage, and they were both thrown back.
The golden-winged Roc excelled in the mastery of symbols, so its attacks were always accompanied by golden radiance and booming Dao sounds. The small figure excelled in physical strength, nearly immortal, comparable to a pure-blooded beast cub of the heavens.
Just as they separated, the Roc circled back with even greater momentum, its entire body glowing with golden symbols, feathers resembling gold, full of texture, suddenly bursting forth.
"Whizz"
The area turned into a golden ocean, transformed into a storm of arrow feathers. The Roc dove down, all its feathers spread out, many detaching from its body and shooting downward.
The wind howled, the arrow feathers were dazzling, each one several meters long, like golden spear tips, incredibly startling, the sound of them breaking the air like thunder.
The small figure changed color, his hands moving, a silver moon appearing, featuring palaces, ancient trees, and a blue sky Roc, emitting divine light and flying forward.
But that wasn't enough. His hands continuously emitted light, symbols spreading, as another round of divine moons emerged, completely flooding the area ahead with silver light. The sky was filled with moons, brilliantly shining.
Moreover, each divine moon was rotating, merging into a silver grinding disc, beginning to crush the dense golden arrow feathers in the air.
"Crack, crack"
Some golden feathers broke, and a few pierced through the silver grinding disc, reaching close to the small figure, who cut them with his bare hands, producing a clanging sound.
If it were anyone else, even a fierce beast skilled in physical combat would be pierced through and turned into a golden hedgehog. But the small figure managed to resolve this major crisis.
The Roc roared in anger, the endless golden feathers reversing and covering its body again, still shining with golden brilliance.
"Mountain chicken, are you done yet? It's my turn."
Always being actively attacked by the golden Roc, the small figure's anger surged as he stood on the Suan Ni treasure mirror and leaped into the air.
A silver moon appeared in his left hand, and a mass of lightning in his right hand. The two merged, forming a golden divine moon with an ancient magical bird's long cry within.
"Boom"
This was a combination and fusion of divine techniques. The golden thunder sea boiled, forming a ball of lightning that merged with the silver moon, containing a golden heavenly Roc, crushing forward.
The Roc was immediately furious. The magical bird's image in the silver moon resembled it, turning into a weapon of attack. It spread its wings and soared, its body glowing, transforming into a ray diving down.
"Roar"
The golden Roc's roar seemed to shake the mountains and rivers. It was no longer just a bird; endless golden symbols intertwined to form a golden divine sword, incredibly sharp, its light piercing the sky.
This was its divine technique, representing its fierceness and dominance, unstoppable and destructive.
Indeed, a pure-blooded Roc was like this, renowned as a celestial deity in ancient times, invincible and unmatched.
The golden divine sword glowed fiercely, its blade seemingly burning, cutting forward, dazzling and spectacular, shaking the void as if it were being sliced.
"Clang"
The golden divine moon erupted, lightning intertwining, its defensive power astonishing, clashing with the divine sword, producing a clanging sound.
If not for the small figure's recent significant advancement in cultivation, increased power, deeper understanding of symbols, continuous evolution of the two divine techniques he mastered, and attempts to integrate them, he would have likely struggled to withstand the divine sword.
After all, the opponent came from an ancient race with extraordinary heritage and divine techniques that were rare in the world. The small figure lacked such background and heritage, relying on his own understanding gained from the Azure Scale Eagle and Suan Ni's treasure bone.
However, such understanding was bound to be profound, exploring and comprehending divine techniques on his own would benefit him in the future.
"Clang"
The golden divine sword slashed, unstoppable. The divine moon cracked open. But this only made it more terrifying; the spherical lightning exploded violently when attacked.
"Boom"
Lightning surged to the sky, golden symbols spreading, lightning pouring out like an ocean, exploding directly from the divine moon and filling the sky.
The divine sword was damaged, showing cracks, making cracking sounds.
Meanwhile, the ancient magical bird previously nurtured within the divine moon, covered in blue feathers, was then dyed golden, spreading its wings and flying out, continually growing larger.
"Crack"
The blue sky Roc's sharp claws broke the already cracked golden divine sword, then dove towards the golden-winged Roc. Both had similar sizes and terrifying fluctuations.
The Roc was enraged, feeling humiliated by the use of such divine techniques, transforming into a form similar to itself, making its golden eyes even sharper.
"Whizz"
It opened its mouth and spewed golden heavenly fire, diving down. The intense clash caused a series of terrifying golden storms to erupt in the sky as the two clashed fiercely.
"Boom"
In the end, after a brilliant and terrifying divine light swept across, the world returned to peace, all divine techniques vanished.
The golden-winged Roc looked down, some feathers falling, soaring through the sky, its radiance undiminished.
The small figure stood on the treasure mirror, looking serious. Indeed, he had encountered a formidable opponent. Even though the battle had reached this point with no clear winner, it was bound to be a grueling fight.
"Kill"
Both shouted almost simultaneously and charged at each other again.
The golden-winged Roc's pupils turned terrifying, forming two golden vortices that tore at the small figure's essence and spirit, trying to devour him alive. At the same time, its wings expanded, its golden light intensified, resembling a pair of hands slapping down, causing the stone mountains below to crack.
The Roc's divine power was supreme, having swept through the gods in ancient times, rarely encountering opponents, and moved through the world with pride.
The small figure went into a rage. Divine light burst from his pupils as he met the attack with his palms, using ordinary symbols recorded in the primal truth to manifest his understanding of profound mysteries. His palm strength was astonishing.
Boom, boom. The two clashed, dispersing the clouds in the sky as they fought fiercely in the high air.
This was a fierce battle, with blood spilling, golden feathers falling, both sides wounded but fighting even more ferociously, risking their lives. They were locked in combat.
"Whizz"
The golden claws reached down. The small figure dodged and then leaped, climbing onto the claw arm and delivering a strike to the Roc's abdomen. The palm strike was as sharp as a rainbow.
"Poof"
Blood sprayed out. The Roc's abdomen was struck, it roared in fury, its whole body glowing with symbols, especially its abdomen, turning into a golden ocean, sending the small figure flying with a bang, causing him to cough up blood.
This battle could not retreat. Reaching this point, only life or death could be decided. If they fled, it would be a significant blow to their confidence, making it hard to overcome the shadow in the future.
The great battle continued, resembling two masses of light colliding, with magical techniques clashing and physical bodies enduring fierce impacts. It was a frenzied, blood-soaked battle where invincibility seemed to be the goal.
The fight had been going on for a long time; they had fought for at least several hundred rounds, both heavily wounded but still persisting. The one whose momentum weakened first was destined to be defeated.
The Golden-Winged Roc continued its relentless attacks, with its whole body burning and faint golden blood dripping. Yet, it grew fiercer as the battle progressed, almost overpowering the little one.
They fought from the skies to the ground, then from the ground to the abyss, and finally soared back up to the heavens. The Roc gained the upper hand, adding more wounds to the little one's body. The most severe blow was when the golden claws nearly ripped open his abdomen, blood gushing and intestines nearly exposed.
Fortunately, the little one’s physical body was extraordinary. Taking a deep breath, he activated his divine light, and his wounds rapidly closed, stopping the bleeding.
As the battle reached its peak, both were exhausted, especially the Golden-Winged Roc, whose symbols were no longer as dazzling and whose speed had slowed.
At that moment, the little one erupted with a burst of golden light, riding lightning and pressing the attack on the Roc.
"I’ve tolerated you for long enough; this battle must end."
Although he was also very tired and his symbols were no longer as intense, his physical strength remained unmatched—his enduring advantage.
The Roc’s symbols, on the other hand, were its strong suit and had become weakened from prolonged use. The little one’s sudden explosion of power was naturally devastating.
He seized the Roc’s golden claws, leaped to its abdomen—the same spot—and struck with all his might.
Blood spurted out as the Roc roared in fury, suffering severe damage. A blood hole was created in its abdomen, with golden feathers scattering. Its golden light flashed again as it tried to knock the little one away.
The little one grabbed its feathers, leaped up, and landed on the Roc’s back, launching a deadly attack.
The Golden-Winged Roc roared in anger, its entire body glowing with ancient golden symbols, trying to envelop and refine the little one.
The little one fought with all his might, using all his power against the Roc’s back, their bodies glowing, symbols clashing, and blood flying.
Below, all the ancient creatures were shocked. They had not expected the battle to reach such intensity. If they had joined in, they would have been defeated and destroyed.
"Kill!"
The little one was fiercely aggressive. Despite being suppressed by the golden symbols and coughing up blood, he held onto the Roc’s neck, using all his strength to nearly strangle it.
With a loud crash, the golden symbols erupted, feathers standing on end. The Roc defended itself, preventing further attacks on its neck.
"Open up!" the little one roared, swinging his fists at the Roc’s head with the most ruthless killing intent.
"Refine!" The Roc also roared, with symbols weaving and converging to cover its head and neck, trying to envelop and refine the little one.
Bang! Bang!
The little one’s fists hammered down on the golden head, each strike as heavy as a mountain, capable of splitting mountains and cracking stones.
The Roc’s head glowed with protective symbols, and a massive amount of golden symbols surged, enveloping the little one and frantically attempting to subdue and refine him.
They were locked in a struggle to see who could endure until the end, attacking each other furiously. Any sign of defeat would mean death.
Boom!
The little one’s unmatched physical body grew stronger with each battle, while the Roc was on the verge of collapse after over eight hundred rounds of fighting, its strength depleted and symbols fading.
"I’m going to eat you for dinner!" the little one roared. His fists grew increasingly powerful, pounding against the light shield and making the Golden-Winged Roc cough up blood and shake violently. It could no longer hold on.
Below, all the ancient creatures were astonished. What kind of human youth was this? How could his physical strength be so overwhelming? Even a half-blooded Roc with a higher level couldn’t match him. It was terrifying.
Boom!
Another punch struck, and the Golden-Winged Roc’s body shook violently, spewing blood and on the verge of falling from the sky.
Realizing its defeat, it roared in rage. The divine artifacts in the sky began to shine and descended together.
The Broken Sword, Golden Crow Wings, and Yuan Magnet Peak were still active. Their light was blazing and extremely impressive.
"Return and kill him!" The Golden Roc roared angrily.
The Yuan Magnet Peak was almost fused with it, having been refined for over a decade, and the Golden Crow Wings had been controlled for several days. Both flew back.
The little one was fearless. He had also had the Broken Sword for several days, and after refining it on the split treasure cliff for several days, he could control it and face the powerful enemy.
Boom!
The firelight surged, and the Golden Crow Wings erupted with even greater power. Yuan Magnet Peak also went wild, disrupting the entire void.
However, at that moment, the Broken Sword underwent a change, ringing continuously as if awakening from pressure. A large amount of rust fell off, and its power surged significantly.
This frightened the Golden Roc. Its two divine artifacts were failing, and the Broken Sword seemed far from reaching its limit. The sword’s surface still had rust, and if it were fully removed, the sword’s power would be terrifying.
"Suppress!"
The Golden Roc was deeply frightened, no longer willing to continue the battle. Even if it left with psychological scars, it was better than dying here. It summoned the two divine artifacts to descend and attempt to knock the little one away to escape.
In ancient times, the Golden-Winged Roc could tear through the void and race through the starry river with unparalleled speed, unmatched by few.
Given the chance, it could swiftly escape, and the human youth would not be able to catch up.
The firelight rained down but was deflected by the Broken Sword, failing to harm the little one. The sword’s power had grown even more intense, with sword energy like an ocean.
But no one noticed that the Broken Sword, Yuan Magnet Peak, and Golden Crow Wings’ fierce battle had disturbed another artifact.
On the little one’s hair, a small tower less than an inch tall, crystal clear and exquisite like a carved jade, emitted a faint light. It silently devoured the fire essence, sword energy, and Yuan Magnet Light.
This place became dazzling, enveloping the entire sky, so even the little one and the Roc, who were close, did not notice.
However, the three divine artifacts did. The Golden Crow Wings seemed alarmed and, sensing something unusual, trembled slightly and transformed into a streak of fire to escape into the sky at extreme speed.
"What?" Everyone was shocked. The ancient artifact had left the battlefield and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.
"My treasure!" The little one was heartbroken.
At the same time, the Yuan Magnet Peak also trembled lightly and flew away, trying to escape as well.
The Golden-Winged Roc was stunned. Why was this happening? Its divine artifacts were uncontrollably fleeing, especially the Golden Crow Wings, which had just been obtained. Once gone, they would be hard to retrieve.
"Don’t go!" the little one roared, activating the Broken Sword to strike at the Yuan Magnet Peak, unwilling to let this one escape.
One thing he forgot was that the Broken Sword had recently shed a lot of rust, and its power had surged, enough to overpower the other two divine artifacts. Now, with all his strength focused on one, the destructive power was terrifying.
Crack!
The Yuan Magnet Peak was shattered, exploding in the sky, its light swirling and breaking into dozens of pieces, falling to the ground.
"Ugh, I’m so furious, it’s killing me!" The little one’s eyes were blazing with fire. What a wonderful divine artifact, and it was destroyed just like that. He was heartbroken and in immense pain, feeling an indescribable sense of loss.
The Roc was even more distressed, coughing up blood in its fury, but it did not lose its composure. Seizing the moment while the little one was enraged, it gathered its strength and burst out, glowing brightly and sending the little one flying. It then spread its wings and prepared to escape into the sky.
"Where do you think you’re going, you little chicken stew?" The little one shouted, having already frightened away the Golden Crow Fan and destroyed the Yuan Magnet Peak. If he allowed the Golden-Winged Roc to escape now, it would truly be a wasted effort.
The Broken Sword flew back to him, and the little one held it in his hand. This time, he understood its power and controlled it carefully, unleashing a brilliant sword ray that cut through the sky.
"Poof!"
Blood splattered, and the golden divine bird let out a mournful cry as one of its massive wings was severed. It plummeted towards the ground, its fate already sealed.
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