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

Zhan Lie's roar made the entire training ground buzz.

The demon generals in the stands were all fired up and started yelling along.

They were incredibly frustrated. The most powerful move of the Demon Clan's First Military God was easily blocked by a mere human with human blood.

Shen Yifei looked at Zhan Lie with a smile: "Commander-in-Chief, are you sure you still want to come? I'll make a move, can you handle it?"

"I... I can definitely take this!" Zhan Lie gritted his teeth, slamming the Crimson Blood Demon Spear into the ground, the shaft embedding three inches into the bluestone pavement. "I, Zhan Lie, have fought for three thousand years, and I've never backed down on the battlefield! You... make your move!"

"Alright, Commander, stand firm. This sword strike is called Rift River. If you can withstand it, I concede!"

Zhan Lie tensed up; he knew this sword strike was definitely not simple.

The other person didn't even flinch when that sword strike came!

Rift River, that name sounds ruthless!

It can even split mountains and rivers in two!

But Zhan Lie never retreated on the front lines; even if he were to die, he would first try to understand how he died.

He took a deep breath, gripped the Crimson Blood Demon Spear with both hands, and poured all his demonic energy into it.

The gun emitted a mournful cry, as if it too sensed the impending danger.

He assumed a defensive stance, the tip of his gun pointing diagonally at the ground.

"Come!"

Seeing his fully defensive stance, Shen Yifei chuckled, "Commander, you've certainly got the posture down. But I must remind you, this is only the second time you've used this sword technique today, you're still not quite proficient, and you can't control the force. What if…"

"Enough with the nonsense!" Zhan Lie roared. "Even if I die by your sword today, I will never admit defeat!"

"Good, that's got guts!" Shen Yifei stopped trying to persuade him.

Shen Yifei closed his eyes, and the words of his father, Shen Changtian, echoed in his ears:

"The Rift River is meant to be continuous, one sword after another, the next sword arriving before the previous one has subsided, converging into a torrent that cannot be stopped."

He used Liechuan once in the Demon Abyss Secret Realm!

That time, he swept through a thousand troops with a single sword strike, but it also exhausted his energy and spirit, and he almost lost his life because of it.

Now, his cultivation level has been raised to another level, and his bloodline has been tempered, making this sword strike more than enough for him!

"General Zhan Lie, take this sword!"

Shen Yifei finished speaking softly and then flicked his wrist.

The sword moved.

The sword tip trembled slightly, and the sword energy surged towards Zhan Lie like a giant wave!

Before the previous sword had faded, another sword arrived, the sword light layer upon layer, continuous and overwhelming, pressing down on Zhan Lie.

Zhan Lie wanted to block, but the sword energy in front of him seemed endless, bombarding his Crimson Blood Demon Spear wave after wave.

At first, he could barely parry, but by the third wave of sword energy, his tiger's mouth had split open, and blood was flowing down the spear shaft.

With the fifth wave of sword energy, the Crimson Blood Demon Spear in his hand was already overwhelmed.

He finally couldn't withstand the seventh wave of sword energy.

"boom……!"

With a loud bang, Zhan Lie was swept up by the sword energy and sent flying backward, crashing solidly into the stone wall at the edge of the training ground before falling heavily to the ground.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the human-shaped crater that had been smashed into the edge of the training ground.

General Zhan Lie... the war god of the demon race... defeated just like that?

As the smoke and dust cleared, Zhan Lie lay in the pile of rubble, his armor completely shattered, his clothes in tatters, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

He struggled to get up, but his arms were already too weak. He managed to prop himself up halfway before collapsing back down heavily.

He lay on the ground, staring at the sky, his throat bobbing a few times, before finally uttering three words in a hoarse voice: "I...lost...".

Shen Yifei sheathed his sword and stood calmly, his breathing not even slightly disturbed.

He slowly walked up to Zhan Lie and reached out to pull him up from the rubble.

"Commander-in-Chief, you're already very powerful. If I hadn't just broken through last night, I really wouldn't have been able to withstand your Bloodlust attack today."

Zhan Lie was pulled up by Shen Yifei. His bones felt like they were falling apart, and blood was still bubbling from his mouth. But the arrogance in his bloodshot eyes was gone.

He gasped for breath for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "Shen Yifei... that sword strike of yours..."

"The second technique my father passed down to me, Rift River!"

"Liechuan..." Zhan Lie muttered twice, then knelt on one knee in front of all the demon officials, soldiers, and civilians present. "I, Zhan Lie, am convinced! I am willing to acknowledge Shen Yifei as my Demon King!"

This kneeling caused an uproar throughout the entire training ground.

On and off the stage, inside and outside the walls, everyone knelt down in unison, their thunderous shouts shaking the entire Demon Abyss City: "Greetings, Your Majesty the Demon King! Greetings, Your Majesty the Demon King!"

The old Demon King sat on the high platform, watching his grandson defeat the strongest expert of the demon race with just a sword, leaving him utterly convinced of his superiority. He trembled and kept muttering, "My grandson, he has indeed lived up to Lan'er's expectations, he has truly lived up to Lan'er's expectations."

Shen Yifei reached out and helped Zhan Lie up, patting him on the shoulder: "Commander, get up. I truly admire your spear skills. In the future, we will have to rely on you more for the affairs of the Demon Clan."

Zhan Lie bowed respectfully, "If Your Majesty has any orders, I will certainly be at the forefront!"

Shen Yifei laughed heartily, "Commander-in-Chief, you're good with guns, and so is my wife. Let her teach you a trick."

"Your Majesty, is your wife going to teach me marksmanship?" Although Zhan Lie had been defeated by Shen Yifei, he was still quite confident in his marksmanship.

He was certain that he had been defeated by Shen Yifei's swordsmanship. His own spear technique remained the most formidable!

Seeing his surprised expression, Shen Yifei knew he didn't believe it.

He communicated with Ye Ling through his spiritual senses; without further explanation, their hearts were already in sync.

Ye Ling has appeared!

Dressed in black armor and holding a long spear, he stood not far behind Shen Yifei.

Ye Ling's image was already deeply etched in the minds of everyone present.

A terrifying being who single-handedly killed seven powerful human beings ten thousand years ago! All the people of the demon race grew up listening to her legends, and every household worshipped her portrait.

She is an omnipotent "god" in the eyes of all demons!!

All the demons in the arena knelt down in unison.

"Greetings, Lord War!"

"God of War! It really is God of War!"

"She's still alive!"

Zhan Lie also knelt on the ground, his forehead hitting the ground with a thud.

Ye Ling said calmly, "Get up, all of you."

She walked up to Zhan Lie, looked at the Crimson Blood Demon Spear in his hand, and nodded slightly: "Not bad. It's just that you're using it too recklessly, wasting a good spear."

Zhan Lie blushed and wanted to explain, but Ye Ling said again, "Get up, I'll teach you a move."

After saying that, she lightly tapped Zhan Lie's forehead with her jade finger.

Zhan Lie felt a black spear flashing through his mind, each move extremely sharp and concise, yet exceptionally ruthless, perfectly suited to him.

Zhan Lie trembled with excitement, kowtowing repeatedly: "Thank you so much, War God, for bestowing upon me your power! This humble general... this humble general will certainly live up to your expectations, War God!"

With Ye Ling's help and seeing that the demon race had completely submitted to him, Shen Yifei was in high spirits.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Let's have a wonderful time tonight! We'll feast and drink until we're completely drunk!"