I proved immortality through the imperial examination.

Chapter 192 Little Demon, Prepare to Die (Silver Sprout 4)
The wind picked up on the mountaintop, and the banners fluttered wildly.

The barrier hummed, and the array patterns flickered between light and dark.

The silence, which had lasted for more than ten breaths, was finally broken.

A demon strode forward, cupped his hands in front of the blazing sun and wind, and said, "Helian Yao, I request to fight."

He actually had a human appearance, with handsome eyebrows, golden light flowing around him, and a fleeting shadow of feathers behind him.

Just as Helian Yao volunteered for battle, another great demon stepped forward.

This demon also resembled a human, with a face like jade, sharp eyes, and jet-black flames shooting from its shoulders and back, its scales and feathers half-hidden and half-revealed.

He cupped his hands to Chi Ri Feng Huo and said, "Yu Sheng Sheng is willing to stand shoulder to shoulder with Brother He Lian and fight against Du Qian together."

Chi Ri Feng Huo rose from his seat, his eyes blazing like torches, and surveyed the demons.

His voice boomed like thunder: "This battle cannot be lost; I will personally take action."

With a leap, Chi Ri Feng Huo landed on the arena.

Instantly, the demons fell silent.

They certainly weren't worried about the outcome of this battle, but the fact that the demon race had been forced to use their biggest trump card so early made it obvious which side the scales of victory would tip in.

On the human side, the boisterous atmosphere turned solemn.

Even the most passionate Confucian scholar felt as if a stone was pressing down on his heart.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

Chi Ri Feng Huo is definitely a top-tier demon, a powerful figure who guards the demon race. His cultivation is only one step away from the Divine Transformation Realm.

Chi Ri Feng Huo looked at Du Qian, his gaze containing neither contempt nor sarcasm, only composure: "I have never bullied the weak in my life."

Today, give it your all.

"If you can make me move even a fraction of an inch, I'll consider it a loss."

Du Qian slowly raised his hand, his eyes filled with desolation: "The literary works I have accumulated over the past twenty years are almost exhausted."

Only one poem remains, "Ode to White Hair," please savor it.

Chi Ri Feng Huo remained expressionless: "Please."

Du Qian raised his head and began to recite:
"Even in old age, my heart remains steadfast as iron."

A solitary lamp casts a shadow, yet the blood still burns.

As the poem ended, strange phenomena suddenly arose within the formation.

A lone lamp appeared in mid-air, its flame flickering, yet it shone with a blood-red light, illuminating the heavens and earth in crimson.

As the lamplight fell, the blazing sun and fiery winds appeared exceptionally eerie.

Du Qian continued reciting:

"All things in heaven and earth are but fleeting moments."

A single, incomplete scroll presses down upon the heavens.

As the words echoed, sandstorms swept through the void, transforming into a long, gray scroll that hung down from the sky.

The scroll was vast and boundless, seemingly covering the entire mountaintop, with every word and phrase transforming into thunderbolts that crashed down upon the blazing sun and fiery winds.

The fiery figure, surrounded by flames, remained motionless and said calmly, "A fine poem."

With a burst of fire, the scroll shattered inch by inch in mid-air, turning into ashes.

Du Qian's expression remained unchanged, and he recited again:
"The green hills may grow old, but they will remain."
Yellow leaves falling do not diminish the chill.

In an instant, mountains suddenly appeared all around, gray and white as iron, pressing down heavily.

Leaves fell from the mountaintop, all yellow leaves, carrying a chilling and desolate air, swirling down wildly.

The scorching sun and fiery winds stood still, with crimson flames suddenly rising behind them. The fiery waves across the sky transformed into a curtain of light, burning all the mountains incinerated.

The rocks turned to slag, and the branches and leaves turned to ash.

Du Qian's gaze dimmed, but he still held his head high:

Even an old, rusty sword can still cut.

Despite his frail and aging body, he did not wish to rest.

As he finished speaking, his literary aura materialized into a rusty sword, piercing straight towards the scorching sun and raging fire.

The sword's light was chilling, carrying the marks of time, as if it had endured countless tribulations without yielding.

Chi Rifeng raised his hand slightly, the firelight gathering into his palm, allowing the sword light to pierce into his palm.

Flames surged, and the rusty sword crumbled inch by inch.

The human camp held their breath; everyone could see that Du Qian was expending a portion of his energy with each recitation.

His voice grew even more resolute:
"The long river of sorrow has flowed for thousands of miles since ancient times."

"A thousand years of white bones weep this morning."

In an instant, a surging river rose up in the void.

The waves crashed and pounded, carrying countless white bones as they floated and sank.

Among those skeletons were generals and students, all bearing the weight of sorrow.

The river water rushed down, crashing against the scorching sun and raging fire.

Chi Ri Feng Huo closed his eyes, and the crimson flames on his chest suddenly intensified. In the next instant, the raging fire in the sky transformed into a crimson sun, illuminating the arena.

The river waters evaporated, the white bones dissipated, and only a rolling red light remained between heaven and earth.

Du Qian's body trembled, his gray shirt tore open in several places, and blood seeped from his chest.

But he did not back down and continued reciting:
"Even with white hair, my lofty ambition remains unchanged."

Even the remaining blood can stain the sea tide.

The upheavals of life are all a laughing stock.
A poetic heart, however small, is worth a thousand pounds.

The sound of his poetry resonated, and he seemed to transform into a scroll.

A surge of noble spirit burst forth from his chest, coalescing into an ancient white tree with strong branches and white flowers and leaves.

The branches and leaves fell, transforming into countless sharp, frosty blades that poured down, densely packed, covering the sky and the earth.

Finally, the scorching sun and fiery winds condensed into a low shout, and the crimson flames behind them surged, condensing into a crimson sun.

The sunlight was dazzling, burning everything in its path, even scorching the void itself.

The white leaves and the red sun collided head-on, unleashing a deafening roar.

The protective array's runes flashed wildly, barely holding on.

Within the human ranks, someone murmured, "Mr. Du is at his last gasp..."

Some people had tears in their eyes: "This is the last piece I wrote with my life on the line."

Smoke and dust swirled, and light shimmered.

The white branches and leaves were all burned, and the red sun dimmed.

Blood dripped from Du Qian's chest, yet he remained upright.

His voice was hoarse, yet still clear:
How many times in life can one grow old together?
Today, I leave my name in verse!

Having said that, he looked up to the sky and roared, his gray hair flying everywhere.

The remnants of the poem transformed into a white rainbow, severing the blazing sun and fiery winds between their brows.

Chi Ri Feng Huo's steps trembled slightly, but he ultimately did not move an inch.

A flash of fire appeared between the brows of the blazing sun and wind, and the white rainbow dissipated inch by inch, returning to nothingness.

Heaven and earth fell silent.

Du Qian lowered his head, his body swayed, and he staggered several steps, finally managing to stay upright.

Chi Ri Feng Huo stared at him with a heavy expression and slowly said, "You are a mortal, yet you can capture the essence of creation with your poetry and intercept the Dao with your literary talent. You are remarkable."

Du Qian bowed respectfully and staggered off the stage.

Du Qian had just stepped down when the atmosphere in the room became heavy and tense.

Pang Weiyi stepped forward, gently closing the tablet in his hand, his voice steady and clear: "Fellow Daoist Chi Ri is so kind as to offer his guidance; this is a rare opportunity. Who among you is willing to step forward and test your skills?"

Having forced the demon race to reveal their last trump card, Pang Weiyi felt a surge of satisfaction.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a slight commotion in the human camp.

The group of Confucian scholars were deeply moved, but none of them dared to step forward rashly.

Until an elderly man in white slowly emerged.

His temples were white as frost, he was tall and thin, his clothes were plain, and a white deer was embroidered on the corner of his clothes, lifelike.

His steps were not hurried, but each step was extremely steady, as if mountains and rivers were moving on their own.

Someone exclaimed in a low voice, "Liang Su, the headmaster of Bailudong Academy!"

"With Liang Shanzhang taking action, it's a sure thing. Bailudong has continued its cultural lineage since the previous dynasty, spanning three thousand years without interruption. It's no exaggeration to say that it has a great reputation."

"Master Liang devoted his life to moral principles and literature, and taught for forty years, nurturing countless students."

"If he takes the field, this battle will surely be a testament to righteousness."

Liang Su said calmly, "Liang Su requests to fight Fellow Daoist Chi Ri."

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

After saying that, he flicked his long sleeves, leaped lightly, and was already standing on the arena.

Liang Su had just stepped onto the stage when, without a word, he recited aloud:

"The white deer drinks from the stream as the morning sun rises."

Dust of iron swirls across the vast land.

The sound of drums and horns reached the sky, and the clouds seemed about to shatter.
A battle of heroes will determine the fate of the world.

The sound of poetry was like thunder, echoing throughout heaven and earth.

In an instant, the literary aura on the arena collapsed, and the situation changed drastically.

A white deer phantom emerged from the waves, head held high and neighing, its hooves scattering brilliance.
Following closely behind, the iron hooves of ten thousand cavalrymen stirred up clouds of yellow dust, causing the mountains and rivers to tremble, and swords and spears stood in a forest.

In the void, the sound of drums and horns boomed, transforming into a rolling wind that shattered the clouds.

Numerous images emerge simultaneously, creating an overwhelming momentum, like a vast army sweeping across the land, forcefully pressing down on the scorching sun and raging fire.

The human faction gained a significant boost in morale.

"As expected, when Headmaster Liang opened his mouth, his voice was powerful and majestic."

"With the release of this poem, it truly has the momentum to contend for the world."

Chi Ri Feng Huo finally raised his hand, his chest surging with crimson flames, and a clear light emanating from between his brows. It struck the crimson flames and instantly transformed into two rounds of fire.

The fiery wheel hung in front of him, its flames swirling and churning, resembling a solidified blazing sun.

"Infant Fire Transformation Wheel".

Pang Weiyi exclaimed in surprise, his eyes filled with shock.

Even the Prince Duan, who had been sitting calmly, was stunned. With their combined cultivation at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, they knew all too well how difficult it was to reach this level.

Before he finished speaking, the infant wheel spun rapidly with a deafening roar, directly confronting Liang Su's poetic manifestation.

The white deer neighed, the iron cavalry galloped, and the drums and horns soared into the sky, but when the fiery wheels collided, it was as if they had touched a blazing furnace, and they were instantly shattered.

Mountains turned to dust, drums and horns vanished without a trace, and herds of deer and riders melted away like bubbles.

The imposing force of a massive army vanished into silence in an instant.

Flames swept across the sky, leaving only two blazing wheels spinning horizontally on the arena, their intense light seemingly capable of incinerating the void.

The human ranks were deathly silent.

Liang Su was shocked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Then a light appeared between his brows, and a precious tree sprang up from the ground, its branches as thick as mountains, its roots seemingly reaching straight to the source of heaven and earth, its branches spreading out horizontally, blocking out the sun and sky.

The leaves are lush and green, each one shimmering with scholarly elegance, turning into specks of light as they flutter down.

The entire mountaintop and surrounding fields are enveloped by this precious tree of literary spirit.

Liang Su, his momentum already high, recited again in a loud voice:
"The long river flows eastward, its waves eternal."

The white deer turns its head to survey the surrounding peaks.

Heaven and earth are one, returning to the righteous path.

A righteous breeze sweeps away evil spirits.

The sound of the poem was like metal and stone, resounding through the heavens.

"The poems are connected in meaning, so it must be a long narrative poem."

"That should be it. Chief Liang has a clear mind. He appeared not to win, but to wear down the Crimson Sun Demon."

"Open your eyes wide and see how many rounds the Crimson Sun Demon can last."

As Liang Su recited, a vast array of images converged once more, forming a colossal attack.

The infant wheel remains as aggressive as fire; any image that touches the infant wheel will still dissipate like a bubble.

However, compared to before the Wenqi Treasure Tree was activated, the imagery still dissipated much more slowly.

Liang Su, however, did not back down and continued to recite aloud:

"The vast expanse of the white sun evokes a boundless spirit."

A bright and clear world inspires a broad mind.

I have thousands of volumes of poetry and books.
Every word is sharp and insightful, transcending time and space.

Each green leaf transforms into a sharp sword, countless leaves converge, their radiance like a sea…

"mean!"

The ape-man demon let out a low growl, his dissatisfaction evident in his words.

One of the more irritable demons had already started shouting curses.

Everyone could see through the human race's strategy, yet no one could break the deadlock.

Currently, it's clear that only Crimson Sun and Fire are defending the arena among the demon race.

The battle between Chi Ri Feng Huo and Liang Su was the first duel.

With Liang Su gone, new faces will inevitably emerge.

If the newcomers also adopt the same approach as Liang Su, Chi Ri Feng Huo will definitely suffer a great loss.

In the third battle, according to the rules, the human race can send two people together to challenge the Crimson Sun and Fire.

These two people, needless to say, must be Pang Weiyi and Prince Duan, both at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage.

Under such circumstances, the chances of Red Sun and Fire winning are extremely slim.

"There's no other way. This place is full of literary energy. Although a lot of chaotic literary energy is imprisoned by the rubbings of the two literary steles, it is still a natural battlefield suitable for humans to display their abilities in poetry and prose."

One of the demon elites whispered an analysis, "If we are defeated today, it will not be due to poor strategy, but because the terrain and timing are both unfavorable to us."

Amid the murmurs of the crowd, Liang Su continued reciting.

How many sentences are there?

"Thirty-eight lines already, no wonder he's Liang Shanzhang."

"What's remarkable is that the text flows smoothly and the overall flow is coherent; that's impressive."

"Such a long narrative poem is best suited for prolonging the battle and wearing down the old monster."

"........."

Within the human camp, a relaxed murmur of discussion arose. In the blink of an eye, as Liang Su recited the last line and the image materialized, he stepped off the arena.

He stood tall and declared in a loud voice, "In this battle, I, Liang, concede defeat."

Without waiting for Chi Ri Feng Huo to speak, he leisurely walked back to the human camp.

The human camp erupted in thunderous cheers. No one regarded Liang Su as the loser; instead, they saw him as a hero of the human race.

Crimson Sun and Fiery Wind remained silent, the crimson flames around him gradually receding, and the twin wheels of Infant Fire slowly dissipating.

Apart from looking slightly pale, she didn't seem to have consumed much energy.

Even Xue Xiang knew that the Infant Fire Gathering Wheel was extraordinary and consumed a great deal of energy from the Nascent Soul.

Once provoked, failing to achieve a swift victory is tantamount to self-inflicted defeat.

The human race's tactics were clearly consistent; as soon as Liang Su left the field, someone else would take the stage.

The visitor didn't even announce his name before starting to recite.

Xue Xiang learned from the discussions among the humans that this man's real name was Zheng Ru, and he was the deputy hall master of the Wenxin Hall.

The battle situation unfolded rapidly.

Zheng Ru presented what was still a long narrative poem.

Although its quality is not as good as Liang Su's piece, the imagery it condenses is not as solid.

However, it can still be used when paired with the Literary Treasure Tree.

In response to the attack of literary energy, Crimson Sun and Fire clearly did not have any sophisticated methods, and still resorted to the infant wheel attack.

Time passed slowly, and a terrifyingly long narrative poem of seventy-four lines transformed the blazing fire of the infant wheel from the scorching sun into a faint glow of fireflies.

After reciting the poem, Zheng Ru retired, leaving behind only the fiery red sun and the flickering flame, like a candle flame in the wind, remaining in the hall.

Despite the victory of the demon race, not a single person cheered.

The losing side, the human race, was as excited as if it were New Year's Day.

Suddenly, Pang Weiyi gently closed the tablet in his hand, stood up and left his seat.

Almost at the same moment, Prince Duan also slowly stood up, his robes fluttering, exuding an air of elegance.

The two moved slowly and deliberately, yet their movements were like the collapse of a mountain, drawing all eyes to them.

The human faction erupted in excitement, the students' eyes burning with fervor as they whispered their calls.

"Scholar Pang!"

"His Royal Highness Duan Wang!"

Silence reigned within the demon formation, with several powerful demons frowning deeply.

They both knew that the simultaneous appearance of these two meant that the final showdown had begun.

Chi Ri Feng Huo stood in the center of the arena, looking up with his eyes flashing red light and his expression sinister.

Pang Weiyi stood still, his tablet pointing directly at the center of the arena, his voice deep and resonant: "Fellow Daoist Chi Ri, you are already at your limit, further fighting is pointless, admit defeat."

Crimson Sun and Fiery Wind stood with his hands behind his back, crimson flames surging in his chest, his face pale, yet he laughed loudly to the sky, his voice like thunder: "In this world, there are great demons who die in battle, but no great demons who bow their heads! I, Crimson Sun and Fiery Wind, would rather turn to ashes than admit defeat to the human race!"

The moment those words were spoken, the heavens and earth trembled.

The demon camp erupted in a deafening roar, the demons howling in unison, their cries filled with grief and fury. The sound, like a tidal wave, swept across the land from the mountaintop, causing the very void to tremble. Some roared in fury, others wept tears of rage, their giant claws pounding their chests, their blood surging into the sky.

The human faction fell silent for a moment.

Even Xue Xiang was shocked, feeling that such spirit was worthy of being called a hero of the times.

In the center of the arena, the Crimson Sun and Fire stood tall like a mountain, its crimson light illuminating the surrounding fields, as if the blazing sun were never extinguished.

Prince Duan's brocade robe fluttered slightly, a smile playing on his lips: "Since Fellow Daoist Chi Ri is unwilling to back down, then so be it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pang Weiyi and Prince Duan stepped into the formation at the same time.

Before long, a dozen array plates simultaneously rose into the sky to strengthen the protective array.

Pang Weiyi and Duan Wang both knew that the more time Chi Ri Feng Huo was given, the more strength he would recover.

The two showed no mercy in their attack. As the poem was being recited, they simultaneously flashed forward and attacked the blazing sun and wind.

The blazing sun roared to the sky, its fiery flames rising behind it and transforming into a phantom image of the raging sun.

He spread his arms wide, and the twin wheels of infant fire spun again, the flames surging like a tide, with a magnificent momentum, as if he wanted to burn the mountains and rivers with his own strength.

The two objects collided with a deafening roar, sparks flying everywhere, and the arena resembled the end of the world.

After only a few dozen rounds of fighting, the Twin Wheels of Infant Fire transformed into a rain of fire that scattered across the battlefield.

The blazing sun and fiery winds roared to the sky, their voices shaking the heavens, before its massive body crashed to the ground.

The human faction erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Won!"

"Mr. Pang and Prince Duan's power is overwhelming!"

"Today's victory will be etched in history!"

The young Confucian scholars, with tears in their eyes, shouted loudly, while the old monks slammed their fists on the table, their voices hoarse but full of excitement.

The sound was like thunder, carrying from the mountaintop to the distance.

"Look! The old demon can still move; he's not dead!"

"Ah! Why not just cut them off completely?"

Some shook their heads: "If we really kill them, the demons, enraged, may not abide by the agreement and could very well launch another attack, leading to a bloody battle."

Mr. Pang and Prince Duan are indeed wise and experienced in governing the country.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The atmosphere within the demon race camp was as fiery as a raging fire.

The demon kings roared in unison, their anger and sorrow intertwined, and their voices surged like a tidal wave.

A demon raised its head and roared, its voice shaking the heavens.
A demon gripped the ground with its claws, causing the rocks to crumble inch by inch.

Many more demons had tears in their eyes, their faces contorted, and their chests heaving violently.

"Red Sun Senior!"

"How can the pride of the demon race endure such humiliation!"

"Disgrace! This is a disgrace to my demon race!"

The demons roared in unison, their grief and indignation soaring to the heavens and lingering for a long time.

Even the strongest person couldn't help but shed tears.

That was their pillar, the blazing sun in the hearts of the demon race, but now it has collapsed.

The cries of the human and demon races clashed, as if the heavens and earth were being torn apart.

On one side were cheers of victory, and on the other side were roars of grief and indignation.

Xue Xiang stood in the crowd, his gaze fixed on the fallen Chi Ri Feng Huo on the arena.

He sighed inwardly, "This demon, though not of the same kind, is truly a hero."

"The outcome is clear, the result is decided. Since things have come to this, we must accept the consequences!"

The Prince Duan, who was speaking, stood tall, his brocade robes billowing in the wind, his gaze sweeping over the demon camp, his expression arrogant.

After he finished speaking, the mountaintop fell silent for a moment.

The demons murmured softly, their eyes filled with anger or sorrow, but no one spoke.

At this moment, the Crimson Sun and Fire had been saved, but it was expelling more air than taking in air.

Seeing that he was doomed, Xue Xiang strode forward, took out a handful of pills, and stuffed them into the mouth of the Crimson Sun and Wind Fire.

A blush finally appeared on his paper-pale face.

Just as everyone was wondering about Xue Xiang's identity, he stepped forward and shouted, "Prince Duan, stop talking nonsense. According to the rules, you have only obtained the right to defend the arena."

"How dare you claim victory before even winning a single match?"

These words shocked not only the human race but also the demon race, who all inquired about Xue Xiang's origins.

After the ape-man explained his reasoning, the other demons marveled.

Prince Duan laughed loudly, his voice echoing across the mountain peak: "Good, very good! You ignorant fools, since that's how it is, I, the prince, will defend the arena."

If any of you demons dare to show yourselves, I will kill you without mercy!
Who will come to their death!

His laughter was arrogant, and he walked with a brisk pace, stepping back onto the center of the ring.

The demon camp erupted in chaos instantly.

Countless powerful demons roared in anger, eager to join the fray and engage in a bloody battle.

"Enough. This place is rich in culture and has the best conditions for humankind. If you act rashly, you will only increase casualties."

A sharp shout silenced the entire audience.

A colossal demon emerged, clad in heavy black and gold armor, with a blue pattern shimmering on his forehead.

This demon, named Yu Heng, is known for his calmness and strategic thinking.

If the scorching sun and fiery winds are the blazing sun of the demon army on the front lines, then Yu Heng is the mountain that supports the demon army on the front lines.

Upon seeing him appear, the demons quickly made way for him.

A powerful demon roared in defiance, "Lord Yu, can you endure this humiliation?"

The great demon Yu Heng frowned slightly, his lips pressed tightly together, and suddenly shouted in a resounding voice: "The shame can be wiped away, but the right opportunity must be chosen!"

"At this moment, acting rashly will only increase casualties."

Those demon kings who had been so eager to charge were now gritting their teeth, but could only retreat back to their own lines.

The wind swept across the mountaintop, fluttering the banners, yet the resentment in the hearts of the demons continued to surge.

"Those who understand the times are wise, and the demon race is not without its clever members."

Prince Duan snorted coldly and was about to leave the arena when a heavy aura suddenly crashed into the arena.

A tall figure appeared to tear through the void as it swooped down from the mountain peak.

The man's back was as strong as a mountain, his steps were firm and powerful. The moment he landed, the barrier runes trembled violently and a buzzing sound arose, as if iron chains were taut.

The entire audience was astonished.

Immediately, a clamor erupted.

"What's this? Still not convinced?"

"The demon race has always been full of barbarians; they won't shed a tear until they see the coffin."

Discussions erupted among the human faction.

Pang Weiyi and Prince Duan exchanged a glance, both feeling relieved.

It's not surprising that the demon race produces such stubborn and unreasonable barbarians.

The demon race's camp stirred up far more trouble.

The demons stared intently at Xue Xiang. He had a blue face and fangs, and his body was as tall and imposing as a mountain. Although his aura was strong, it was far less imposing than that of a Nascent Soul stage demon.

To put it bluntly, it's just a low-level demon.

Among the demons who entered the Wenyuan Chaos Sea this time, they were not particularly outstanding.

How dare such a little devil step onto such a stage in this kind of setting?
"Come down quickly!"

The ape-man exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Bear, this isn't your hometown!"

He's going crazy with worry.

Although they hadn't known each other for long, the ape-man had a very good impression of Xue Xiang and was extremely unwilling to see him walk into a deadly situation.

Xue Xiang declared loudly, "I am the Bear Vajra! I am not a frontline soldier, but a member of the Crimson Moon Demon Clan!"

I stumbled upon this place by mistake, just as my demon race was suffering a calamity.

"I, Xiong Jingang, though unworthy, volunteer to fight on behalf of my tribe!"

Xue Xiang's shout was like thunder, and his voice shook the surrounding area into silence.

He did not act on a whim.

Having lived among the demon race for so long, he no longer regards them as monsters who eat raw meat and drink blood.

Moreover, the demon race is enormous and occupies a region, making it an indispensable force in this world.

It can be said that if it were not in a place with a lively literary atmosphere...

Judging from the current situation, it's still uncertain who will win in a battle between the two sides.

Faced with such a powerful force, Xue Xiang felt it was necessary to make a strong statement.

Heroes of the demon race are heroes too; he wants to be a hero as long as he's one!
As for the human race, or rather, the Great Xia Kingdom, his sense of identity wasn't that strong, so naturally he didn't have the awareness to sacrifice his life for the Great Xia Kingdom.

All considerations are based on his own interests.

Faced with the call of the ape-like demon, Xue Xiang knew that the moment to show off had finally arrived.

"Gentlemen."

Xue Xiang stood in the center of the arena, his shoulders as strong as a mountain, his voice booming like thunder.

"The Crimson Sun Elder has fallen, yet his breath remains! How can my demon race retreat because of this? I have Xiong Jingang, though I hailed from a remote corner of Crimson Moon, I possess flesh and blood and an iron will! Today, if no demon steps onto the stage, I will! Even if I am shattered to pieces, I will uphold the banner of the demon race!"

His words were forceful and each one struck a chord.

He had already transformed into a massive demonic body, and his voice, amplified by demonic power, reverberated with a vast echo that shook the mountains and rivers. Each word struck like a heavy hammer blow, hitting the chests of the demons.

The demon camp was initially deathly silent, then suddenly trembled violently.

"Bear King Kong!"

"I got it!"

"This is the true spirit of my demon race!"

A young demon general raised his head and roared, tears welling up in his eyes;

An elderly demon king pounded his chest heavily, making a dull sound.
More demon generals blushed, and the suppressed roars in their throats finally erupted.

Xue Xiang raised his hand, pointing to the spot where Chi Ri Feng Huo had fallen: "Senior Chi Ri, you fought against all enemies, preferring death to surrender! This is an example! This is the bloodline! Although I do not have such supernatural powers, my blood flows in my chest and my spirit stands firm in my bones! Who dares to say that my demon race is without blood?"

The demons responded in unison, their mountain-like roar sweeping across the barrier, even causing the runes to vibrate.

The human faction was momentarily speechless.

Many Confucian scholars looked solemn. They had thought that the one who appeared was just a reckless little demon, but they were now completely overwhelmed by his generosity.

Xue Xiang continued proudly, his voice rising even higher: "Since ancient times, when humans and demons have fought, rivers of blood have flowed! My demon race has never bowed its head! In today's situation, my demon race may be defeated, but we cannot fail to draw our swords."

If I fall, my bones turn to ash, a warning bell toll forever! If I stand, even for a fleeting moment, I will let humanity know—the blood of the demon race has never grown cold!

With the final roar, the heavens and earth seemed to tremble.

The demon faction was in complete uproar.

The roars converged into a tsunami, a mixture of anger and sorrow, as if to tear the sky apart.

Regardless of victory or defeat, at this moment, Xiong Jingang has become an unshakable hero in the hearts of countless demons.

On the arena, the crimson flames illuminated his imposing figure, like a newly erected flag waving fiercely atop the mountain.

Even the most composed demon, Yu Heng, knew that he could no longer persuade the other demons.

"Noisy!"

Prince Duan shouted, "If you want to fight, then fight! Why are you putting on a hero's act here?"

"You little demon, prepare to die!"

(End of this chapter)