Seeing the person standing in front of him, a trace of gravity flashed in Chang Qing’s eyes. It had been nearly a year since they last met, and Little Peng King seemed to have undergone some strange transformation. The fierce ancient aura surrounding him even oppressed Chang Qing. Xian Tian beside him raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Such a thin bloodline of the Sky Roc on this continent can actually achieve an ancestral return." "This little one’s talent and potential shouldn’t be underestimated." Chang Qing curiously asked, "Are Sky Rocs strong?" Xian Tian chuckled, eyeing the Little Peng King in front, "The Sky Roc is a royal race among the Ten Thousand Races beyond the realm, an unparalleled being even the Dragon Tribe would fear." "However, this race was exterminated by demons long ago, with even the Heavenly Dao of their own world collapsing." "To think that, after so many years, he could still successfully achieve an ancestral return with such a thin bloodline." Chang Qing clicked his tongue silently. A being that even the Dragon Tribe fears, isn’t that stronger than an Emperor Body? No wonder the Little Peng King before him, at the same realm, could give him considerable pressure. "Chang Qing, I’m not here to block your opportunity." "But you owe me an arm!" Little Peng King’s eyes shone like a grand sun, with a terrifying Sky Roc phantom floating behind him, "If I don’t kill you today, consider it as repaying you for sparing me at the Celestial Demon Pool!" As soon as he finished speaking, the Little Peng King let out a piercing screech, stomping heavily, raising a tidal wave of Sword Intent. Chang Qing’s expression changed abruptly. In an instant, the Little Peng King before him vanished. Only a sparkling golden long rainbow arrived before him with terrifying speed. The speed was so quick it hadn’t even registered in Chang Qing’s mind, stalling him for a mere moment. Yet within that moment, Little Peng King’s sharp claws had already struck fiercely at Chang Qing’s chest. A tremendous boom resounded, and though it was a clash of flesh, it sounded like metal striking. Sparks flew as Chang Qing was sent flying backward like a cannonball. His chest bore five clear bloodstains, bleeding yet healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. All the onlookers were stunned. Chang Qing’s prowess within the same realm wasn’t just a rumor. In the past at Fen Yun Tai, Chang Qing had single-handedly destroyed several top Divine Phases, a scene still vivid in their memories. But now, after just one encounter, he was sent flying! How strong was his opponent? The crowd debated, unaware that at this moment, the gravity in Little Peng King’s eyes was growing heavier. Only he knew how terrifying his body’s strength was after his bloodline fully transformed. Forget peers, he dared to tangle with even a matured King or a novice Saint! Yet his strike only gave Chang Qing a superficial wound? Chang Qing of the human race, his body’s strength was unexpectedly on par with his! Chang Qing glanced at the blood marks on his chest, not angry, but instead chuckled lightly. He slowly raised his head, looking at Little Peng King, with battle intent burning in his eyes, not weaker than his opponent’s. "It’s been a long time since someone in the same realm hurt me!" "Let me see how strong the ancient Sky Roc truly is!" As soon as he spoke, the long sword in Chang Qing’s hand burst out with brilliant light. The massive Sword Seal behind him swiftly approached like a homing swallow. The numerous Sword Seals wove and evolved within the void, an overwhelming Sword Qi engulfed the entire world, crashing down relentlessly. The Ten Thousand Tribulations Sword Seal wasn’t yet complete, but this attack gathered over three thousand Sword Seals, exhibiting formidable might. Now, the river of Sword Intent billowed heavenwards, pressing down with the vast swordsmanship. An ancient cry echoed as Little Peng King neither dodged nor retreated, a pair of enormous wings unfurled behind him. Their golden feathers glittered, each one resembling sharp Divine Soldiers, shining with metallic brilliance. With the flap of his wings, an endless gale rose from the ground. Little Peng King darted like a golden lightning bolt, weaving through the overwhelming Sword Qi. The dense Sword Qi nearly blocked out the sky. But Little Peng King’s speed was terrifying, his wings seemed capable of traversing space-time, always dodging at critical moments. Little Peng King’s golden hair danced wildly, his claws flashed with endless sharpness. The nearly tangible, thousand-zhang sharp light made the void tremble, reaching in an instant. Chang Qing laughed heartily, discarding the sword in his hand, not taking advantage of Little Peng King. Towering crimson flames soared, immense power surged through his body. "Heavens Gathered Force Fist!" Chang Qing’s right hand rotated into a fist, the terrifying power exploded in a vacuous blast. A thousand-zhang Fist Seal bearing immense power descended from the sky, colliding fiercely with the sharp light. With a violent rumble, the river of Sword Intent surged furiously, the sharp light shattered upon impact. Even the ancient Sky Roc would lose vying with Chang Qing’s power! Little Peng King stomped, mysterious patterns emerged. He instantaneously vanished, appearing before Chang Qing. Sharp claws tore through the void, their extreme speed shrouded the world, filling it with claw shadows in an instant. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Chang Qing wasn’t to be outdone, stomping the ground, a diagram of Heaven and Earth appeared beneath him. Yin and Yang rotated, four symbols stood firm, the Bagua sealed space-time! Chang Qing’s three thousand zhàng circumference, as if isolated from everything, became its own space. The intertwining Power of Space-Time released a devastating beam from the center of the black and white diagram. The imperial mausoleum space suddenly shattered, a thousand-zhang crack in the void, crossing the boundary of space-time, reaching Little Peng King’s chest in an instant.