210: Chapter 210 Alone in the Northern Border, Slaying the Roc King with a Single Sword

Early the next morning, Ye Qing left the Heavenly Sword Sect and flew alone toward the northern territory of the Canglan Domain.

He brought no attendants and rode no flying Magical Artifact, merely transforming into an almost imperceptible streak of light, flying at a leisurely pace.

The northern territory was quite far from the Heavenly Sword Sect's mountain gate; even with his speed at the Early-stage Dao Integration Realm, it took him a full five days to gradually approach the region rumored to be unsettled.

Upon entering the northern territory, the temperature in the air dropped significantly, and the mountains and vegetation below became sparser and more desolate.

After flying for another half-day, he saw a small human settlement built against a mountain below; the gate had collapsed, and the houses were damaged, clearly having just experienced a pillaging not long ago.

He lowered his flight light and landed in the ruins of the settlement.

The village was empty, with dark brown bloodstains and scattered torn fabric remnants left on the ground, and the air was filled with a faint scent of blood and Demonic Qi.

He crouched down, pinched a bit of bloody soil with his fingers, brought it to his nose to sniff, and then examined the traces of lingering Demonic Qi, already having a rough idea in his mind.

"The aura of a Golden-Winged Roc... and the scent of a few Void Refinement Realm Yao Beasts. It seems they are the ones responsible for this."

He stood up, no longer lingering, his figure flickering as he continued flying northward.

While flying, he spread his Divine Sense out like invisible tentacles, carefully searching for any hidden Yao Race auras in the surrounding area.

After flying for about an hour, his Divine Sense finally captured an extremely powerful ripple of Demonic Qi in a continuous range of black mountains thousands of miles away.

That Demonic Qi was vast and sharp, carrying a majesty unique to avian Yao Emperors, and it had shockingly reached the Early-stage Dao Integration Realm!

"Found you."

A trace of coldness flashed in Ye Qing's eyes, and he immediately changed direction, speeding toward those black mountains.

Those black mountains were named "Wu Feng Ridge," a famous dangerous place in the northern territory, with high mountains and dense forests, filled with miasma; ordinary Cultivators dared not approach easily.

The nest of that Golden-Winged Roc was located on the peak in the deepest part of Wu Feng Ridge.

Just as Ye Qing approached the outskirts of Wu Feng Ridge, several powerful Divine Senses swept out from the depths of the mountains, locking onto his figure.

Immediately following, a sharp and piercing screech echoed from the depths of the mountains, carrying a heavy sense of warning and threat.

Ye Qing did not slow down in the slightest; instead, he released his pressure, vast as the ocean, belonging to the Dao Integration Realm, without reservation, sweeping toward the depths of Wu Feng Ridge like an invisible tide!

Wherever that pressure passed, the low-level Yao Beasts in the mountains and forests were all trembling with fear, prostrating themselves on the ground, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"A Human Race Dao Integration Realm?! Who are you? How dare you trespass on this King's territory!"

A voice like clashing metal rang out from the depths of the mountains, carrying a hint of shock and anger.

Immediately after, a golden figure shot up into the sky from the depths of the mountains like lightning, hovering in mid-air, revealing the image of a middle-aged man wearing golden feather robes with a sinister expression.

He was none other than that Early-stage Dao Integration Realm Golden-Winged Roc!

The Golden-Winged Roc's gaze, like a sharp blade, landed on Ye Qing, filled with vigilance and killing intent: "Someone from the Heavenly Sword Sect? This King and your Heavenly Sword Sect have always minded our own business! What is your intention in coming today?"

Ye Qing stopped in mid-air, looking calmly at the Golden-Winged Roc, and said in a flat tone: "Minded our own business? Then how do you explain your repeated incursions into our Human Race borders and the slaughter of our Human Race people?"

Upon hearing this, the Golden-Winged Roc's eyes flashed with disdain: "Those lowly Human Race ants, so what if I killed them? Although your Heavenly Sword Sect is powerful, my Golden-Winged Roc clan is not to be trifled with! This King advises you, if you are sensible, leave quickly! Otherwise, don't blame this King for being impolite!"

Ye Qing smiled, but there was not a trace of warmth in his smile: "Impolite? Perfect, I had no intention of being polite to you either."

Before the words had even faded, he formed his fingers into the shape of a sword and slashed through the air toward the Golden-Winged Roc!

A Chaos-colored sword aura, condensed to the extreme and seemingly capable of severing the Void Realm, burst forth from his fingertips, instantly crossing the barrier of space to appear before the Golden-Winged Roc, slashing fiercely toward its neck!

This sword strike was fast to the extreme! It seemed to transcend the limits of time!

The Golden-Winged Roc's expression changed drastically!

It never expected that the Human Race Cultivator before it would attack without warning, and that the first strike would be such a sharp and lethal attack!

It let out a sharp screech, its wings flapped violently, and its figure turned into a golden afterimage, narrowly avoiding the sword aura that was slashing toward its neck!

However, although that sword aura failed to hit a vital point, it still grazed its shoulder, leaving a deep gash on its golden feather robe!

A wisp of golden blood seeped out from the gash!

"Human Race! You are courting death!"

The Golden-Winged Roc looked at the wound on its shoulder, its eyes instantly filled with rage and killing intent!

It had Cultivated for thousands of years and had never suffered such humiliation!

It roared, shook its body, and revealed its true form—a massive Golden-Winged Roc with a wingspan of over several dozen zhang, its entire body covered in golden feathers, and eyes like two scorching suns!

An even more violent and terrifying Demonic Qi surged from its body like a volcanic eruption!

It flapped its wings, and countless golden feathers shot toward Ye Qing like a rainstorm!

Every single feather contained terrifying power capable of piercing metal and stone!

At the same time, it opened its hooked giant beak and spat out a golden beam of light, condensed to the extreme, which shot fiercely toward Ye Qing's heart like a laser!

Facing this storm-like attack, Ye Qing's expression remained unchanged; he didn't even use the chaos sword, but simply raised his right hand slowly, spread his five fingers, and pressed down into the void toward the golden feathers and the golden beam of light raining down upon him!

"Chaos, Suppress!"

A terrifying power, invisible and intangible yet seemingly capable of suppressing the heavens and earth, descended with a boom!

Those feathers capable of piercing metal and stone, as well as the condensed golden beam of light, seemed to strike an invisible, indestructible wall when they were still several zhang away from Ye Qing, freezing abruptly in mid-air, unable to advance even a fraction further!

Immediately after, Ye Qing clenched his five fingers!

"Shatter!"

Boom!

Those feathers and the beam of light, as if detonated from within by an invisible force, exploded with a bang, turning into countless tiny golden specks of light that scattered in all directions!

Seeing this scene, the Golden-Winged Roc's pupils shrank, and its eyes were filled with horror!

This full-strength attack made in its rage had actually been resolved so casually by the opponent?!

How could this be?!

In the split second its mind was shaken, Ye Qing moved!

His figure flickered, appearing before the Golden-Winged Roc like a ghost in an instant, the chaos sword already in his hand—no one knew when it had appeared—its chaotic-colored light flowing along the blade, emitting a terrifying aura that seemed capable of severing Karma and destroying all laws!

"It is over."

He said softly, and the chaos sword in his hand, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, swung gently!

Pfft!

A massive golden bird head, wearing an expression of disbelief, soared into the sky!

Golden blood, like a fountain, gushed wildly from the mirror-smooth severed neck!

The Early-stage Dao Integration Realm Golden-Winged Roc, dead!

Ye Qing withdrew the chaos sword, not even looking at the headless bird corpse falling, and with a wave of his hand, he stored its body along with that fist-sized, golden-bodied Yao Core, which radiated intense Yao power fluctuations, into his Storage Pouch.

Then, he cast his gaze toward the depths of Wu Feng Ridge, to the nest of the Golden-Winged Roc.

"Next, it is time to clean up those small fries."