Chapter 572

Chapter 572: Great Golden Crow Transformation

At that moment, the surrounding crowd finally reacted, bursting into shocked exclamations.

The righteous cultivators harshly condemned him, "This madman actually sacrificed millions of mortals for this duel! Doesn’t he fear karma’s backlash?"

"Now that he’s transformed into a Divine Beast, ordinary mortal karma gets burned away by the Golden Crow Heavenly Fire around him. Of course he’s unafraid."

"Despicable wretch! Utterly detestable!"

Meanwhile, the Demonic Path cultivators applauded, "Heh! We thought him merely a dishonorable scoundrel, but he’s full of surprises! Well executed!"

"Using Golden Crow Heavenly Fire to cleanse karma while performing mass sacrifices? A stroke of genius! What waste he’s not in our demonic sect!"

"Even we’d struggle against hundreds of Hatred Blood Dragons. That mere Fang Lie can only flee!"

"Flee? With their numbers and speed? Impossible!"

"Hah! Never imagined Fang Lie’s downfall would come from Blood Dragons! They devour both body and soul – no Reincarnation possible! Let’s see if this breaks his undying nature! How satisfying that’d be!"

Demonic laughter roared across the battlefield.

Fang Lie’s situation turned dire.

The Blood Dragons’ speed multiplied tenfold, crossing thousand-mile distances in single breaths!

Only his Void Escape technique saved him – rapid teleportation barely keeping ahead. Yet controlling over a hundred clones strained his divine sense. Three clones got swallowed despite his efforts.

Those doomed clones erupted with twentyfold magic from Explosion Qi and Blood Ignition Techniques, unleashing Soulfire Lances and empty-space divine claws. Futile efforts.

Originally Seventh-rank, the Blood Dragons now reached Eighth-rank after consuming thousands of mortals – their Dao magic rivaling Eighth-rank Treasure strikes.

A mere Qi Sea cultivator like Fang Lie stood no chance against Eighth-rank power, even amplified twentyfold.

"Damned bastard! You’ll pay!" Fang Lie roared, sending a dozen clones via Void Escape within miles of the Golden Crow Prince.

The clones attacked simultaneously: two Soulfire Lances, three Past King Fists, four Great Unity Spells, five empty-space divine claws – all aimed at the Great Golden Crow.

His goal: discover which skill could breach the Divine Beast’s defenses.

Results proved disappointing.

The Great Golden Crow swallowed Soulfire Lances whole, relishing them like delicacies.

Past King Fists fared worse – materializing fists got instantly incinerated by Heavenly Fire. Flames crawled up to burn two clones into screaming pyres, leaving no ashes behind.

As Old Bird once said: Golden Crow Heavenly Fire ranked second only to Nirvana Fire. But where Nirvana Fire revived life, this fire’s destructive power reigned supreme. It could melt Seventh-rank treasures and challenge Eighth-rank ones – explaining the clones’ swift demise.

The Great Unity Spell failed completely. Divine Beasts existed beyond mortal magic’s reach.

Of course, it might also be that Fang Lie’s cultivation level was insufficient. Perhaps only after undergoing Tribulations and ascending to forge an immortal body could he use this technique to bind Divine Beast-level entities.

But regardless, the attempt clearly failed this time. The butterfly formed by The Great Unity Spell couldn’t even lock onto its target, fluttering aimlessly before vanishing.

However, the empty-space divine claws achieved minor success – creating a crack upon the Great Golden Crow’s form, proving some damage could be inflicted.

Regrettably, such damage meant nothing to the Great Golden Crow. The fissure sealed shut within moments, leaving the celestial creature completely unscathed!

All four Powerful Divine Skills proving useless left Fang Lie both shocked and furious, his frustration mounting.

For the Golden Crow Prince, this development proved favorable. Witnessing Fang Lie’s desperate four-skill assault fail to graze him, the prince’s confidence surged. He roared with laughter: "Hahaha! Witness the Golden Crow Ancient Kingdom’s supreme secret art – the Great Golden Crow Transformation! I now embody the Great Golden Crow itself, a Divine Beast! Your paltry skills can’t harm me! Victory is mine!"

"Don’t celebrate prematurely," Fang Lie spat through gritted teeth.

"My triumph is timely! Perish!" The Golden Crow Prince beat his wings, becoming a streak of light that shattered eight attacking clones instantly.

Surviving clones recoiled in shock. None anticipated the Great Golden Crow’s speed surpassing even winged Fang Lie’s swiftness.

This didn’t signify the Divine Phoenix’s inferiority, but rather their differing realms. The prince’s current Divine Beast form unleashed partial Great Golden Crow velocity, while Fang Lie’s mortal cultivation could barely tap into the Divine Phoenix Golden Wings’ power.

Divine Beast transformation – even a temporary Shadow manifestation – wielded overwhelming might beyond mortal comprehension.

Spectators now openly mocked: "So the mighty Fang Lie meets his match! Poetic justice!"

"The prince concealed his capabilities well. How did he obtain Divine Beast blood essence for the Great Golden Crow Transformation? That technique’s been lost ten millennia!"

"Perhaps special serendipity granted this power. Now he might even challenge Qing Feng from the Xuan Sect!"

Mo Lanyun fretted, tugging Mo Qianxun’s sleeve: "Grandfather, must we watch senior brother die? What if the Blood Dragons consume his soul?"

"Troublesome indeed," Mo Qianxun grimaced. "Encountering the millennia-rare Great Golden Crow Transformation… even I couldn’t counter that Shadow form. Should we surrender? Though Fang Lie might refuse."

"His pride matters not! Preserve his life first!"

"Expect extortion," Mo Qianxun sighed. Celestial Platform Competition rules demanded mutual consent for mid-battle surrender – else combat continued to the death.

Swallowing pride, Mo Qianxun transmitted to the Golden Crow Ruler: "Show mercy. The Mo Sect concedes."

The dragon-robed monarch chuckled through their mental link: "So the great Mo Sect yields?"

"To spare Fang Lie. We offer one Eighth-rank Treasure."

"Insulting! That boy carries multiple Eighth-Rank Treasures himself!"

"Slay him and gain nothing," Mo Qianxun countered. "His peculiar teleportation skill safeguards treasures despite repeated deaths. Your prince’s clone slaughtering yielded naught, correct?"