"Lord Hao Nong, these two trespassed upon Hundred Hills Mountain and deserve death, especially that red-clad woman; she is a disciple of Cangwu Palace. I beseech you to strike and slay these two!" The stone demon suddenly entreated, kneeling on the ground. However, Hao Nong was a man of intellect. Although his attitude towards Baili An and his companions was unclear, it seemed he also knew that being able to enter Hundred Hills Mountain without awakening the Demon General was no simple matter for these two. Two mere Chengling Realm individuals, easy to kill, but clearly, he was not eager to provoke unnecessary trouble. "I shall not hold the crime of intruding upon Hundred Hills Mountain against the two of you tonight. But these two, they are war slaves under my command. If you insist on protecting them, Young Master Mi Lu might find it difficult to explain," Hao Nong said, his tone exceedingly rigid, seemingly testing the attitudes of these two in secret. Demon Clan Young Lord Mi Lu held an exceedingly revered status in the Demon World. Even the Prison Law Demon General himself, with lower-tier demons like Mohe here, could not help but respect this name by three parts. Yet observing the expression on Baili An’s face, it seemed he did not take Young Master Mi Lu to heart. Baili An gazed unblinkingly at Hao Nong and said, "The curse of the seal, a secret of the primal ’One Mysterious’, revered by Upper Gods, offering to the true child, solemnly upheld." As he spoke, he slowly raised a hand and formed a mystic hand gesture, saying, "Hao Nong, it is for you that I have come." Meng Zifei and Jiang Shaoyu both furrowed their brows, their expressions uneasily hidden. Yin Baishuang gave him a glance but did not speak. On the other hand, Hao Nong, his icy and fierce gaze instantly became serene. He casually tossed the hoe in his hand aside, his eyes deep and indifferent, scrutinizing Baili An for a long while before slowly opening his mouth to say, "Are you the master of the ancient secret?" Hao Nong swept a casual glance over those behind him and said, "May I have a word with you in private?" Soon after, Baili An followed Hao Nong to the summit of a mountain, with Yin Baishuang not coming along. Using the accumulated water between the rocks on the mountain peak, Hao Nong scooped up a handful of clear water, meticulously washing away the dirt and sand on his hands as if solemnly performing a certain ritual. Squatting on the ground with his back to Baili An, he said, "I do not know by what means you overcame Lord Shu Ci, but what I can be sure of is that Lord Shu Ci of Qingye World had no desire to kill you; otherwise, you would not be able to stand before me now." His intention to convey was simple: that during the Monarch’s Return Banquet, at the Mohe challenge, Shu Ci had intentionally held back. This fact was something Baili An had also looked into, though he did not know Shu Ci’s purpose. Indeed, the fight that day with Shu Ci, despite the assistance of the Vine Demon from Qingye World, was not the sole reason for his victory. "But this does not change the fact that I have replaced Shu Ci to become the new master of the ancient secret of Yihe." Hao Nong said, "I do not care how you came to be of Yihe, but if you want my service, there is only one rule." Hao Nong slowly stood up, his eyes fiercely bright, "Dismiss your Protective Spirit Power, withstand one punch from me with your flesh and not die, and I will become a member of your Dark Department. During your time as Yihe, I will be at your disposal." A single punch from a Martial Artist of the Primordial Mansion Realm could submerge seas and shatter mountains. Under such a blow, all the demons of Hundred Hills would worship, a force that even a demon’s body could hardly endure, let alone without the Protection of Spiritual Power. His simple statement was no different than a death sentence. Baili An did not consider for too long, "Alright, strike with your punch." Hao Nong’s eyes narrowed, "You know, across the entire Demon World, the only one who dared to take my punch without any Spiritual Power was Lord Shu Ci alone." Baili An said, "Now, there is a second person." Hao Nong as if hearing a joke, laughed heartily, yet his gaze regarded the foolhardy figure before him as though watching a death-defying clown. "Youthfulness isn’t inherently bad, but both humans and demons should know their limits. Do not casually throw away your life for something you shouldn’t covet." Baili An smiled, "Let me try." "Ridiculous!" Hao Nong’s face bore a wild laugh, but his eyes held only a bone-chilling coldness, not a trace of mirth reached his eyes. As a wild wind roared, his open front robe created a tearing sound, fragments tattered and lifted by the breeze. As he took a step forward, the whole mountain trembled and sunk several feet into the earth, the pressure from all directions converging into the fist atop his hand. Hao Nong clenched his left fist, turning it iron-blue and cold as clay, and hurled a punch straight at Baili An. In the moment of the punch, it was as if a downpour fell and thunder split the sky. A punch that carried such an upending force seemed simple, like any other, lacking mysterious spirit light, void of exquisite Secret Techniques. Yet just one punch seemed to shatter and shake the entire space. That fist, fast as lightning, created a gust of wind comparable to the sharpest and most domineering Divine Weapon, the invisible force of the punch carrying an immensely terrifying slicing power. The demons hiding in the darkness, who had watched the battle unaware of their impending fate, were swept by the punch wind; whether it was scales as hard as steel or unyielding Demon Feathers, all were effortlessly cut through by the punch. In the darkness, the sudden spray of blood confirmed his tyranny and disregard for others. The pet demons fostered by Mi Lu, he would slay as he said, no wonder even that wicked stone demon feared him greatly. Hao Nong’s fist, not at all slow, arrived in an instant before Baili An, striking straight at his chest. Even the punch wind, which could have so easily claimed the lives of those demons, posed a question: how could Baili An, having dismissed his Spiritual Power, possibly withstand this terrifying Martial Arts punch.