PFC Chapter 79 Just because it's always been this way, does that mean it's right?
Chapter 79 Just because it's always been this way, does that mean it's right?
A terrifying wave emanated from the top of the cloud platform.
The Tianxuan Holy Land was massacred.
In this state, the Peacock King is cold and ruthless, and every move he makes foreshadows death.
No one could withstand a single blow from him; they were all smashed into a bloody mist and died instantly.
Before long, blood stained the sky, and as far as the eye could see, there was only a rain of blood.
At this moment, apart from the Heavenly Pivot Saint Master, none of the powerful figures from the holy lands present were alive!
Not far away, Li Wudao's heart trembled, already overwhelmed by the Peacock King's divine might.
Looking across the Eastern Wilderness today, who else can single-handedly sweep through the Supreme Holy Land and even dare to kill the Holy Lord?
Such charm is unparalleled in a thousand years.
As the boy reminisced...
The Peacock King strolled through the void with his hands behind his back, his eerie eyes cold and indifferent, his endless killing intent locked onto the Heavenly Pivot Saint Master.
The next instant, he vanished from the spot in a flash.
Immediately, a ghostly figure appeared before the Heavenly Pivot Saint Master and, to the master's astonishment, delivered a heavy punch to his chest.
"puff--"
A terrifying force was unleashed, and the Heavenly Pivot Saint Master's face was contorted in pain as he was sent flying backward like a cannonball, blood gushing from his mouth as if he were going to die.
The Holy Master of Tianxuan once again crawled out of a pile of ruins, his eyes bloodshot, and used some kind of secret technique to launch a counterattack, his combat power visibly increased.
However, after dozens of moves, the secret techniques were all shattered, and faced with the chasm-like gap in skill, they were still unable to withstand the attack.
The Holy Master of Tianxuan knelt on the ground, blood dripping from his mouth, his eyes filled with terror, all his previous arrogance and confidence gone.
He struggled to lift his head, looking down at the Peacock King, and a rare look of pleading appeared on his face.
Li Wudao was taken aback.
The dignified master of the Eastern Wilderness Holy Land was actually afraid; what a coward!
The Peacock King slowly descended from the sky, coldly watching the retreating Tianxuan Saint Lord. The chill on his handsome face grew stronger, and his killing intent had solidified into a tangible form.
Just as the Holy Lord of Tianxuan was on the verge of death,
Suddenly, a crack appeared in the void.
An old, withered hand emerged from it, rapidly enlarging in size from a distance.
In the blink of an eye, a gigantic hand, as large as the sky, slammed down on the Peacock King's back with lightning speed.
The Peacock King's vertical pupils narrowed slightly as he instinctively sensed danger. Without turning his head, he unleashed a punch.
The next instant, fists and palms collided.
A terrifying destructive force surged in all directions, causing the enormous cloud platform to tremble violently, the ground to crack inch by inch, and hundreds of celestial pillars to collapse, filling the air with dust and smoke, turning it into ruins in the blink of an eye.
A moment later, the blond man was sent flying backward through the dust and smoke, retreating hundreds of meters before coming to a stop. His chest heaved and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"So strong!"
Li Wudao was astonished.
It should be noted that even a Saintly Lord-level figure is no match for the Peacock King.
The owner of this withered, large hand was able to tear through the void and injure the Peacock King with a single blow. What terrifying strength must he possess?
Wait until the smoke and dust clear.
A gaunt old man slowly emerged from the cracked void.
The old man was dressed in a black Taoist robe. His age was unknown. His hair was sparse and his skin was wrinkled, like the bark of a withered old tree, devoid of any vitality or luster.
Especially his figure, at first glance, he was no different from an old man in his twilight years, almost as if one foot was already in the coffin.
But the old man had a cold demeanor, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, exuding an indifference that came from the bottom of his heart.
It was as if a god high in the heavens looked down on the ants of the mortal world with utter contempt.
Under the excited gaze of the Heavenly Pivot Saint Lord,
Without uttering a word, the gaunt old man coldly struck out with his palm again, intending to leave the blond man there permanently.
The power of this palm strike was devastating. Even from a great distance, the ground beneath the Peacock King's feet could not withstand it, cracking out like a spiderweb and sinking in inch by inch.
"They beat the young, and now the old ones come; it really is a family tradition..."
Li Wudao was somewhat indignant.
This Tianxuan Holy Land is truly shameless; they've even brought out some dying old fogies.
Next step, I reckon even the coffin lid won't be able to hold it down anymore.
However, this also made him realize that the foundation of the Supreme Holy Land was not as simple as he had imagined.
Faced with such pressure, the Peacock King slightly hunched over, raised his head with difficulty, and showed no fear in his eyes.
At this critical moment, he ignored the withered old man.
Instead, he glanced affectionately at the deceased Fairy of a Hundred Flowers, his face gradually hardening with resolve.
Suddenly, the Peacock King took a deep breath, and wisps of pale blue blood light ignited around his body.
As the crimson light continued to burn, his handsome golden hair turned white at a visible speed.
At the same time, the Peacock King's aura rose steadily, and in the blink of an eye, it was enough to ignore the oppressive aura of the withered old man and stand proudly.
"He burned his life essence?!"
Li Wudao was somewhat moved.
Judging from the situation on the scene, even if the Peacock King was no match for him, the withered old man would definitely not be able to stop him if he wanted to leave.
But the former still chose to fight with his back against the wall, a decision he did not understand.
Burning one's essence and blood is undoubtedly self-destructive. Depending on the degree of burning, one's cultivation level may drop, or even lead to death and the dissipation of one's spiritual path.
The Flower Fairy is already dead, so what's the point of the Peacock King doing this?
at this time,
The Peacock King soared into the sky, roared, and his white hair danced wildly. His deep blue vertical pupils looked even more eerie at this moment.
The peacock phantom behind it was even more solid and extraordinary, with waves of pressure sweeping out like a tide, making the surrounding sky chilly.
In complete silence, for thousands of miles around, all living beings lay prostrate on the ground, filled with unease and immense fear.
At this moment, the Peacock King resembled an unparalleled emperor, possessing the power to control all living beings with every gesture!
The gaunt old man's expression changed drastically, filled with shock and anger.
Astonished by the other party's boldness and angered by his stance—daring to step on his head—he clearly didn't take him seriously.
Immediately, he angrily slapped out, preparing to strike first.
However, the Peacock King of today is much stronger and can easily withstand devastating attacks.
The withered old man grew increasingly surprised as the fight progressed, his confidence waning. His vital energy was already depleted, and his fighting strength was no longer at its peak. If this continued, he would surely be defeated!
In that instant of distraction, the Peacock King seized the opportunity and struck with lightning speed, sending the withered old man flying with a single punch.
Immediately, under the old man's horrified gaze as he coughed up blood...
The Peacock King leaned forward, his cold, vertical pupils flashing with a sinister light. He raised his hand, grabbed the other's arm, and yanked it sharply.
Instantly, a live arm flew out, blood gushing out like a fountain.
The emaciated old man, his breath weak, hastily pulled away, no longer showing any contempt.
The Peacock King's power was unmatched.
The next moment, he said a few words angrily, then grabbed the bewildered Tianxuan Saint Master and tore through the void to leave in the blink of an eye.
"They escaped..."
Li Wudao's lips twitched slightly, showing some disdain.
Just a moment ago they were all so arrogant, acting like they were invincible, but now they're all running away faster than the last.
They have completely disgraced the sacred land of humanity.
In the field.
The Peacock King watched the two leave without making any attempt to stop them.
He withdrew his gaze and walked toward the corpse of the Flower Fairy.
He had only taken a few steps when his imposing body trembled, his face turned pale, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
First, he had a hundred drops of his essence blood extracted, then he burned his essence blood to sublimate it; he was already close to being completely exhausted.
Under Li Wudao's complicated gaze, the Peacock King picked up the body of the Hundred Flower Fairy, gently brushed away the dust from her body, his eyes filled with reluctance and sorrow.
Immediately, he tore through the void in a daze and vanished.
As the two disappeared, Li Wudao's consciousness also became blurred.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the Hundred Flowers Sect.
He scanned his surroundings, his pupils suddenly contracting.
Below, all that could be seen were ruins shrouded in thick smoke, flowers burned to ashes, rubble everywhere, and corpses scattered about.
Li Wudao opened his double pupils and searched the entire sect, but he couldn't find a single living person.
The once prosperous and peaceful Hundred Flowers Sect has now vanished without a trace...
"What ruthless methods, what a cruel heart!"
Li Wudao felt heavy-hearted and couldn't bear to look at the tragic scene below.
These people were all innocent, yet they ended up with their entire families dying tragically.
At this moment, he vaguely understood why there were no records about the Hundred Flowers Sect.
It is estimated that anyone who knew the truth has already been wiped out by the Tianxuan Holy Land overnight.
At this moment, the Peacock King stood in the void, holding the corpse of the Hundred Flower Fairy in his arms, staring blankly at the sea of fire below, without making a move for a long time.
After a long while, he walked into the ruins, like a walking corpse, looking at the mangled figures in silence.
Li Wudao felt a little uneasy.
His beloved died, his sect was destroyed, and everything he cherished turned to nothing.
If such a thing happened to him, he would definitely find it unbearable.
He gazed at the Peacock King's lonely figure, who seemed to have aged considerably in an instant...
At the same time, a complex thought arose in my mind.
He seemed to vaguely understand the purpose of this test.
From the beginning of time until the ancient era, the human race was always the weaker party, oppressed by the demon and monster races, and reduced to flesh and blood nourishment.
Therefore, in the subconscious of the human race, including himself, he instinctively believed that he was the victim.
After all, those who are not of our kind are bound to have different hearts, and he used to hate other races quite a bit.
However, these heart-wrenching scenes made the boy waver.
Are humans truly without fault?
Do all demons really deserve to die?
Despite being a top-tier power in the Eastern Wilderness and a so-called leader of the righteous path, the actions of the Tianxuan Holy Land are utterly despicable.
Despite being the king of the demon race and an enemy of other races, the Peacock King lived in harmony with the human race, acted with integrity and brilliance.
"Just because it's always been this way, does that mean it's right?"
Li Wu muttered to himself, his heart trembling.
Conventions are often fallacies; what seems out of place is often the truth!
It has to be said, this is truly ironic...