The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

When Zhan Lie's black and red demonic spear took shape, it was as if the air in the entire training ground had been sucked out.

Shen Yifei felt a strong sense of oppression.

"This is General Zhan Lie's signature weapon, the Crimson Blood Demon Spear!" someone in the stands exclaimed.

"Back then, he used this very spear to take down three of the enemy's peak-stage Transcending Tribulation generals at the border!"

"It is said that once this gun is fired, it will surely take a life."

Shen Yifei could hear the crowd's discussions, but he didn't care at all. The gun did look very strong, but he had seen even stronger guns before.

What's this!

Zhan Lie roared, and the Crimson Blood Demon Spear, trailing a crimson light, pierced straight for Shen Yifei's chest. "Boy, taste the power of my spear!"

The shot was swift and ruthless; before the spear tip even arrived, the sharp, murderous aura had already pierced Shen Yifei's face.

Shen Yifei dared not be negligent. The Long Sky Sword appeared in his palm, and he parried the attack with a single strike.

The moment the two weapons clashed, a piercing metallic clang rang out, sparks flying everywhere. Shen Yifei felt a numbness in his arm and was thrown back three steps.

Zhan Lie pressed his advantage relentlessly, his Crimson Blood Demon Spear following him like a shadow, thrusting again and again. Each strike carried the power of an avalanche, aimed straight for vital points.

Shen Yifei parried and retreated, looking utterly disheveled.

The demon generals in the stands breathed a sigh of relief.

General Zhan Lie is, after all, the number one combat power of the Demon Clan. How could a kid in the mid-stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm possibly defeat a Demon Clan military god in the peak of the Tribulation Transcending Realm?

But only Zhan Lie himself knew that every time he thrust out his spear, it felt like he was piercing a ball of cotton. The feeling of having nowhere to put his strength made him feel so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood.

Although Shen Yifei appeared to be being overwhelmed, he could sense that with each block, the opponent was secretly accumulating power.

Not right.

This kid is hiding his true abilities!

Zhan Lie, the Crimson Blood Demon Spear, suddenly changed its move, the tip of the spear drawing a strange arc in the air, stabbing at an angle that Shen Yifei had no way to defend against.

Shen Yifei charged headlong into the spear tip!

"You're courting death!" Zhan Lie roared, and the murderous aura on the tip of his spear instantly erupted.

Just as the spear tip was about to pierce Shen Yifei's chest, Shen Yifei's body suddenly twisted at an odd angle, narrowly avoiding the spear tip.

He slid in, his entire body pressed against the gun barrel, and with a backhand flick of his Long Sky Sword, the tip of the sword was aimed directly at Zhan Lie's throat.

Zhan Lie's pupils contracted sharply, and he hurriedly turned to the side. The tip of the sword grazed his neck, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

The two passed each other and then stopped.

The stands were completely silent.

Everyone could see that blood was dripping down the cut on General Zhan Lie's neck.

"Good lad." Zhan Lie wiped the blood from his neck, not annoyed at all, but grinning. "Shrewd, fast, and ruthless."

In fact, anyone with eyes could see that if Shen Yifei's sword had also been imbued with demonic energy, Zhan Lie's head would have been severed long ago.

Zhan Lie knew perfectly well that Shen Yifei had shown mercy, but this had completely ignited his fighting spirit.

He said in a deep voice, "Again!"

The Crimson Blood Demon Spear was thrust forward, and the baleful aura at its tip erupted once more, this time even more violently than before.

Shen Yifei narrowed his eyes; he noticed that Zhan Lie's marksmanship had changed.

His previous marksmanship was bold and aggressive, following a powerful and domineering style. But now, his marksmanship has become tricky and unpredictable, with each shot being completely elusive.

This is Zhan Lie's true strength!

Shen Yifei composed himself and stopped hiding his thoughts.

The two exchanged blows on the training ground, their speed dazzling the eyes. The demon generals in the stands stared wide-eyed, forgetting even to breathe.

"This kid... he actually managed to fight General Zhan Lie to a draw?"

"It's more than a draw! Didn't you see that General Zhan Lie was injured, while he was completely unharmed?"

"Goodness gracious, just who is this Shen Yifei?"

"I heard he's Princess Youlan's son..."

"Princess Youlan was the number one genius of the Demon Clan back then, how could her son be anything less?"

"But he's only at the mid-stage of the Tribulation Transcending realm. The difference between the mid-stage and peak Tribulation Transcending realms is enormous..."

"You little rascal, you definitely have some trump card up your sleeve!"

The two fought back and forth for over a hundred rounds, neither gaining the upper hand!

After Zhan Lie made a move, he retreated several feet, shook his body, and removed all his armor.

He roared to the sky, "That was exhilarating! I haven't had this much fun in ages!"

His body was covered in dark red, bulging muscles, like the gnarled roots of an old tree, each muscle containing explosive power.

After removing that heavy armor, he looked like an ancient ferocious beast that had been freed from its shackles, his aura even more terrifying than before.

"Kid, your warm-up is over."

With a sudden jolt of his arms, the layer of black and red demonic energy around him receded abruptly, pouring entirely into the Crimson Blood Demon Spear in his hands.

The gun emitted a buzzing sound, and the blood-red light that had been flowing on the tip of the gun suddenly dimmed, as if the entire gun had swallowed all the light.

Shen Yifei's pupils contracted. This was a power that had been suppressed to the extreme, without revealing a single trace, and was now unleashed in a devastating attack.

Zhan Lie is going all out!

"Kid, watch out!" Zhan Lie roared. "This is my last move—Bloodlust!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhan Lie transformed into a black and red afterimage, his spear tip pointing directly at Shen Yifei!

Fast! Too fast!

The spear seemed to tear through space; one moment it was dozens of feet away, and the next it was already piercing in front of Shen Yifei.

There was not a sound of wind at the tip of the spear, nor a trace of demonic energy leaking out; all the power was concentrated on that single point of cold light at the spear tip.

Shen Yifei didn't have time to think and unleashed "Breaking Army"!

A seemingly casual move, devoid of power, yet brimming with an aura of utter contempt!

But with that one sword strike, Zhan Lie's Crimson Blood Demon Spear, fully charged with all its power, let out a mournful cry the instant it touched the tip of Shen Yifei's sword.

"bite……"

A crisp sound, like a silver needle falling to the ground.

Zhan Lie felt as if the tip of his spear had pierced through nothingness.

That strike, which had been building up all his strength, seemed to collapse the moment it touched the tip of Shen Yifei's sword, as if it had been frightened by the sword.

He couldn't stop in time and staggered forward half a step.

Looking at Shen Yifei again, he remained completely still.

Zhan Lie saw that sword strike clearly just now.

That sword strike had no killing intent, but it possessed an aura that made the entire world submit.

His knees trembled slightly, and he even had the urge to kneel down!

Shen Yifei sheathed his sword and stood there, smiling as he looked at Zhan Lie: "Commander, how was that strike?"

Zhan Lie's hand holding the gun trembled slightly. To be honest, he still couldn't figure out how he lost that last sword strike.

He had lived for thousands of years, fighting countless life-or-death battles. Having crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, what kind of opponent hadn't he seen? Yet, he had never seen such swordsmanship before.

That sword strike was so light and effortless, just a casual flick of the wrist, without even a flourish.

But it was this seemingly insignificant sword strike that made him feel fear for the first time.

However, as the number one expert of the demon race, he couldn't allow the people on the stage to feel that their defeat was unjustified.

If you're going to lose, lose spectacularly!

Even death!

Zhan Lie shouted loudly,

"I refuse to accept this! Let's try again!"