Ling Feng had no idea that the woman named Yue Huaqing was actually a Great Emperor, one of the most powerful experts of their race. By now, he had already left the Misty Mountain Range and was moving quickly toward Purple Dragon Hall. Looking back on the past few days, he felt fairly satisfied with his progress. He had successfully awakened the soul manifestation of the Chaotic Sword and even advanced to the second level of the Spiritual Element Realm. It had only been a few days since Ling Feng infiltrated the Canglong Sanctum. If the Red Dragon Envoy were to discover the terrifying speed at which Ling Feng had improved, he would probably be filled with bitter regret. "The moment I return to Purple Dragon Hall, I'll probably be accused of slacking off. I bet Tiger Might Demon King is just waiting for an excuse to come after me." Ling Feng rubbed his nose, though the corner of his mouth curled into a faint smile. Without a little trouble, it would be much harder to stir things up around here. Soon, as Ling Feng returned to Purple Dragon Hall, many of the outer disciples nearby began pointing at him and whispering among themselves. Some even had faint smiles tugging at their lips. He had drawn quite a bit of attention during the beginner selection trials, so most of them recognized him. However, as soon as he joined Purple Dragon Hall, he broke the rules and disappeared without reporting to his superiors. He had been gone for four or five days now, and it was clear that Tiger Might Demon King had been pushed past his limit. Just then, a peak-level demon lord disciple stepped in front of Ling Feng, blocking his path. With a cold voice, he asked, "You're Long Fei, right?" "I am," Ling Feng replied with a slight nod. "Is something wrong?" "You little punk, Tiger Might Demon King gave orders. The moment you show your face, we're to take you straight to the training ground for disciplinary training. Come with me!" Ling Feng's smile deepened. He had been gone for several days, and Tiger Might Demon King must have been simmering with rage. In the end, that guy was still far too upright(stupid). If it had been someone like Lin Canglang, knowing that Ling Feng had ventured into a place like the Misty Mountain Range, he would have already arranged an assassination attempt. Ling Feng followed the demon king-level disciple in the direction of the training ground. As he walked away, the disciples around Purple Dragon Hall all cast sympathetic looks in his direction. "This time, Long Fei is done for!" "With Tiger Might Demon King's temper, this kid's probably going to get ripped in half. Come on, let's go watch the show." It wasn't long before Ling Feng arrived at the training ground. The disciples who were practicing stopped immediately when they saw him, their faces filled with shock. For the past few days, Tiger Might Demon King had been in a foul mood. He had even gone so far as to declare publicly, "I'm going to execute Long Fei myself!" So now, with Ling Feng showing up, everyone knew that things were about to get interesting. "Disappeared right after joining Purple Dragon Hall and left Tiger Might Demon King hanging. This guy's got some serious guts!" "He actually came back? If it were me, I'd have fled the Canglong Sanctum entirely. Coming back is like lighting a candle in an outhouse. Just asking for trouble." "I'll bet anything Tiger Might Demon King is going to snap his neck on the spot." As everyone chatted and speculated, Tiger Might Demon King finally stepped through the crowd and strode toward Ling Feng. Walking behind him was Mu Qianxue's fifth senior brother, Xiao Feng. Tiger Might Demon King stopped ten steps away from Ling Feng and studied him with cold eyes. A cruel smile twisted his lips as he growled, "Long Fei. You actually dared to come back." "Well, I'm a disciple of Purple Dragon Hall. Why wouldn't I come back?" Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose and grinned carelessly. "You've got some nerve!" Tiger Might Demon King's eyes bulged, and his voice came out through clenched teeth. It was so cold that it made one's skin crawl. "It seems you're unaware of the rules in Purple Dragon Hall. More importantly, you have no idea what my rules are!" "Heh! I really don't!" Ling Feng's tone remained calm, his face carrying a hint of devilish arrogance, as if he had no sense of danger at all. "You just joined and already skipped three days of training. Let me tell you now, not even the gods can save you. This time, you are dead." Tiger Might Demon King's expression twisted in rage. He already looked ugly to begin with, but now he was utterly terrifying. "If I remember correctly," Ling Feng said, brushing his lips to one side, "Purple Dragon Hall is supposed to be under the authority of the Purple Dragon Envoy. From the way you're acting, it sounds like you think you're the one in charge." "You arrogant little bastard," Tiger Might Demon King roared. "Why would the Purple Dragon Envoy waste time dealing with someone as worthless as you? I don't need permission to kill a nobody like you. I'll end your life myself!" "Hey hey, let's not be too hasty!" Just then, Xiao Feng stepped forward with a cold smile. "Someone like Long Fei isn't worth your effort, Lord Demon King. I am the personal disciple of the Purple Dragon Envoy. Today, I will revoke this man's title as a disciple of Purple Dragon Hall and take his life as well!" As he spoke, his eyes turned sharp. He took three steps toward Ling Feng, his tone filled with disdain. "Come on, draw your weapon. I'll give you a chance to fight back. If you can withstand ten of my moves, I'll let you live." At first glance, it sounded like a chance at survival, but the disciples around them all started laughing. In their minds, Ling Feng was no more than an early-tier demon lord. Meanwhile, Xiao Feng had already reached the threshold of the demon king level. Even among average early-tier demon kings, few could survive ten moves against Xiao Feng. Long Fei might have stood out during the selection trials, but no matter how strong he was, how could he possibly survive ten attacks? Most of them believed he wouldn't even survive one. At that moment, Mu Qianxue arrived at the training ground. She had heard the commotion, and beside her stood Bai Su, the Purple Dragon Envoy. She saw that Tiger Might Demon King and the others were about to act against Ling Feng. Her face turned pale with panic. She tugged at Bai Su's sleeve and cried out, "Master, please help him. You have to save him." Bai Su smiled gently and patted Mu Qianxue on the back of her head. "Long Fei's strength is extraordinary. I'd like to see whether he can endure ten of Xiao Feng's moves. If he does, I will step in and deal with Tiger Might Demon King myself." Mu Qianxue bit her lip, looking visibly anxious. She wanted to say more, but Bai Su stopped her. All she could do was keep her eyes fixed on Ling Feng and silently pray for him. She had witnessed her Fifth Senior Brother's power firsthand. With his high-tier demon bloodline and half-step Demon King cultivation, even Ling Feng would find him a formidable opponent. What made things worse was that Ling Feng had to keep up the pretense of being a demon. Many of his techniques and trump cards were completely off-limits! In that brief instant, Xiao Feng launched his attack. His figure flashed forward, and the long sword in his hand gleamed with a chilling light. Xiao Feng was cautious by nature. He understood the principle that even a lion must go all out when hunting a rabbit. He didn't take any chances. He immediately used a killing technique. Though he had spoken of ten moves, he clearly intended to end the fight in one. His goal was to Insta-kill Ling Feng. Xiao Feng, who came from the Ghost Bat Clan, wielded the power of blood-based attributes. He had even grasped a rare blood secret art. As he bared his sharp fangs and swung his sword, countless blood phantoms and spectral skulls erupted around him. The sky filled with shadows that looked like a swarm of vengeful spirits, all surging toward Ling Feng in a terrifying wave.