"This sword is called the Nine Kan Xuan Li Sword. It's a pseudo sacred artifact stolen from a powerful human sect. After being reforged with our bloodline's power, it has now reached the level of a true sacred artifact." Yin Xue's cold eyes locked on Ling Feng as his voice rang out icy and sharp. Ling Feng lifted his gaze and looked at the silver sword in Yin Xue's hand. The corner of his mouth curved slightly and he said with a faint smile, "So you skipped practicing the top sword, skipped the gold sword, and went straight for silver. You and your sword really are one. A sword fool in the flesh!" One had to admit, Yin Xue's foundation truly ran deep. Unfortunately for him, he had run into Ling Feng, a complete monster! "Spare me your empty words!" Rage surged in Yin Xue's eyes. His face turned cold. Demonic essence roared out from him as he thrust his sword straight at Ling Feng. Silver Wolf Young Master, despite being a demon, did have real skill in swordsmanship. Especially the sword he wielded. In the Eight Trigrams, Li represents fire while Kan stands for water. Nine Li and Nine Kan were the extremes of fire and water. When the two clashed, the force they unleashed dazzled everyone watching. "This Yin Xue has real talent!" One of the Canglong Envoys on the high platform exclaimed in surprise. "Hmph. The disciple I set my eyes on is no ordinary man." The Red Dragon Envoy let out a cold laugh. Over ten years ago, he had paid a visit to the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor. When he saw Yin Xue's potential, he was immediately moved and made him a named disciple. He had waited for this entrance selection so he could officially take him in. Silver Wolf Demon Emperor was one of the Eight Great Demon Emperors of the entire Nanjiang Demon Domain. The Red Dragon Hall tied itself to this giant power, and its fame rivaled the strongest Black Dragon Hall among the Eight Great Canglong Sanctums. A beautiful woman in a purple cloak smiled lightly. She was Bai Su, the Purple Dragon Envoy, and the only woman among the eight envoys. The silver sword danced. True fire cracked. Cold flame swept in turn. The tip of Yin Xue's blade was already at Ling Feng's chest. "This guy does have some tricks." A faint curve lifted the corner of Ling Feng's lips. He activated the Boundless Sword Step and dodged Yin Xue's strike. In the next moment, the Eradicator of Realms in Ling Feng's hand was unsheathed. He did not channel elemental force but relied solely on terrifying brute strength. A loud clang rang out as he swung down. Yin Xue felt a massive force surge through his palm and his entire arm began to tremble. "That Long Fei kid has monstrous brute strength!" A Canglong Envoy in a yellow cloak twitched his eyelids. This was the Yellow Dragon Envoy, whose true form was an earth-element berserk giant bear. In raw strength, he was first among the eight envoys. "Brute strength alone is useless. He is still far from defeating Yin Xue." The Red Dragon Envoy let out a cold snort but his face grew serious. His eyes saw it clearly. Ling Feng's brute strength could already suppress an ordinary early-tier demon king. This fight was not decided yet. While the envoys whispered among themselves, Ling Feng suddenly raised the Eradicator of Realms high. He smiled calmly and brought the sword down in a storm of strikes like a raging wind and rain. He had learned this move from Jiang Xiaofan, who in turn had learned it from the Sword Maniac. It was a blacksmith hammer technique called the "Raging Cloak Hammer Technique". When performed with a heavy sword, its power was boundless. As Ling Feng struck again and again, Yin Xue had no way to fight back. He could only block over and over. In just a breath, Ling Feng had already slashed more than a thousand times. Finally, Yin Xue could no longer endure the terrifying force stacking up. His right arm shook violently. The silver sword flew from his hand and he spat a mouthful of blood as his body was thrown back. Sword light flashed. Ling Feng's blade pointed straight at Yin Xue's throat. The sharp sword qi had already sliced open the skin, and a thin line of blood oozed out. "If you want to kill, be ready to die!" Cold light glinted in Ling Feng's eyes. On this arena stage, life or death meant nothing. The victor had the right to take the loser's life. This was the tradition of the Canglong Sanctum. So he would follow this tradition. The pain of the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor losing his son needed to be even sharper. Yin Xue fell to the ground like a dead dog, clutching his chest. His voice trembled. "Long Fei, you cannot kill me." "A loser has no right to bargain." Ling Feng's arm flicked. Devouring Flame erupted along the Eradicator of Realms. The blade swung down, ready to take Yin Xue's head. At that instant, a wave of scorching wind slammed into Ling Feng, throwing him backward. That violent force nearly flung him off the stage. Ling Feng's sword-like eyebrows lifted sharply. He turned and saw a burly man with long red hair standing in front of Yin Xue. The man's eyes were icy as he stared straight at him. "So this is how the Canglong Sanctum holds its entrance assessment?" Ling Feng let out a mocking laugh. He used the Sanctum's own rules to press this old man. Even if he was an envoy, he would not dare do anything. "You have already won. There is no need to kill again!" The Red Dragon Envoy glared at him. His voice was cold. "I stand here to protect Yin Xue. Will you give me this courtesy or not?" Ling Feng sneered lightly. This was not giving him face at all but forcing him. "If this is the will of the great Canglong Envoy, then I, Long Fei, will grant it." Ling Feng smiled faintly but made a vow deep in his heart. >This old bastard better not fall into my hands. One day I will pluck every red hair of yours and make you the Bald Dragon Envoy! He had never thought he could truly kill Yin Xue here anyway. After all, Yin Xue was the son of the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor, a special status. Still, his goal was achieved. Crushing Yin Xue so completely was enough to make all eight envoys see him in a new light. The envoys would remember him now. Would the Canglong Demon Ruler still be far away? "Hmph. At least you know your place!" The Red Dragon Envoy turned and leapt back to the high platform. To protect Yin Xue this time, he had used his authority to suppress the boy by force. A mere new recruit was nothing to him. As an envoy, he would not fear an inexperienced youth. Mo Bing Demon King gave a dry laugh and cleared his throat. He called out loudly, "Good. The champions of the eight platforms are decided. Platform One's champion is Long Fei. Platform Two's champion is Ye Xue..." One by one, Mo Bing read out the names of all eight champions. Next, these eight would fight in a final melee to determine the final ranking. Yin Xue stepped down from the stage, his spirit shattered. His head drooped low and his expression grew so dark it seemed to swallow all light. His fists tightened until his knuckles turned white. He had thought he could take the champion's title for the third time in a row, yet in the final round he had not even made it into the top eight. According to the rules of the Canglong Sanctum, he no longer had any right to become a direct disciple of a Canglong Envoy. "This humiliation, I will repay a hundredfold!" Yin Xue gritted his teeth hard. The seed of hatred burrowed deep in his heart. If the chance came, he would stop at nothing to crush Long Fei completely.