"Blood secret art, Spirit Devouring!" Xiao Feng's face twisted into a cruel smile. Tiger Might Demon King had once promised him great rewards. As long as he could kill Ling Feng, Tiger Might Demon King would pass on to him a powerful martial art. That was why he had been so eager to strike Ling Feng down. The force behind that sword was overwhelming. The watching disciples felt their scalps tingle. With Ling Feng's strength, he might be reduced to nothing more than a skeleton. Mu Qianxue cried out. If Ling Feng only used brute physical strength and didn't reveal his soul manifestation, could he really withstand that attack? She had no answer in her heart. Standing nearby, Bai Su, master of the Purple Dragon Hall, also frowned. Xiao Feng's strike had been far too vicious. If she simply stood by and watched a young genius of the demon race die here, she would feel some regret. She sighed softly and began to raise her jade-like hand, preparing to intervene. But at that moment, everything changed. "You want to kill me?" Ling Feng let out a cold laugh. The Eradicator of Realms suddenly left its sheath, singing as it came free. "Eight Directions Shatter Abyss!" With a low shout, a massive sword beam surged upward. It stretched one hundred zhang into the sky. The third-phase Devouring Flame followed, roaring as it clashed against Xiao Feng's swarm of bloody spirits and skeletal phantoms. A violent gale exploded at the impact. After the collision faded and the winds died down, Xiao Feng swayed slightly. Meanwhile, Ling Feng stood perfectly still, relaxed and composed, as if he hadn't moved at all. He had fought Xiao Feng to a standstill. The crowd of demons stared in disbelief. An early-tier demon lord had just pushed back a half-step demon king. And Xiao Feng wasn't just anyone. He was the direct disciple of the Purple Dragon Envoy! "This... how is this possible?" Xiao Feng took several steps back, shock written across his face. His eyes locked on Ling Feng with disbelief. "What kind of monster is this guy? His power is terrifying!" "Even a typical early-tier demon king couldn't take that strike from Senior Brother Xiao Feng. But Long Fei handled it so easily. He's unbelievably strong!" Not far away, Mu Qianxue's eyes shimmered with excitement. "Big Brother Long won. His strength is even above Senior Brother Xiao Feng's. Master, you have to keep your promise!" Bai Su smiled and shook her head. Together with Mu Qianxue, she walked toward the training ground. On the field, the surrounding disciples kept whispering among themselves. Xiao Feng and Tiger Might Demon King both looked thoroughly displeased. "Long Fei, just what kind of treasure did you obtain?" Tiger Might Demon King felt shock in his heart, but also a surge of excitement. For an early-tier demon lord to possess strength that could contend with a half-step demon king, Ling Feng had to be hiding an extraordinary secret. It was likely some world-shaking treasure. If he could seize it, his future would be limitless. When that time came, he believed he should be the one in charge of the Purple Dragon Hall. "Do I need to tell you?" Ling Feng answered flatly, his gaze landing on Xiao Feng. He grinned with a touch of mockery. "Senior Brother Xiao Feng. There are nine moves left. Are you still going?" "You little bastard. You're asking for death!" Xiao Feng's eyes flared with fury. He hadn't managed to kill Ling Feng with that strike. To him, it was a shameful failure. And Ling Feng's tone now, no matter how he heard it, sounded like ridicule. Rage surged through Xiao Feng. He wanted nothing more than to rip Ling Feng apart. "Xiao Feng. That's enough." At that moment, Bai Su arrived with Mu Qianxue. Mu Qianxue ran up to Ling Feng. Seeing him unharmed, she finally relaxed. Xiao Feng bowed deeply. Bai Su held the highest authority within Purple Dragon Hall. No one dared defy her word. "Purple Dragon Envoy." Tiger Might Demon King and the other disciples all saluted respectfully. But no one noticed the flash of hatred in Tiger Might Demon King's eyes as he bowed his head. "Enough. Everyone rise." Bai Su waved a hand. Her phoenix-like eyes fell on Ling Feng as she spoke in an airy tone. "Long Fei. You've been gone these past days. Were you in seclusion to breakthrough?" Ling Feng bowed politely. He understood that Bai Su was giving him a way to save face. He wasn't foolish. Whatever she said, he would go along with it. Bai Su nodded slightly. "Since you're new to Purple Dragon Hall and not yet familiar with the rules, and since your absence was for the sake of training, we'll let this go. Tiger Might Demon King, do you have any objections?" Tiger Might Demon King clenched his fists tightly. Though he was furious, he didn't dare voice a single word of protest. In Canglong Sanctum, power was everything. He was no match for Bai Su. The only thing he could do now was submit. "If even Tiger Might Demon King has nothing to say, then everyone else may disperse. Focus on your training." With a wave of her hand, Bai Su dismissed the crowd. The disciples left quickly. Tiger Might Demon King shot Ling Feng a venomous glare, then turned and left. Once the crowd had cleared, only Mu Qianxue and Bai Su remained on the field. Ling Feng stepped forward, offering a respectful bow. "Thank you, Envoy, for stepping in on my behalf." "No need to thank me. You proved yourself worthy of the intervention." Bai Su gave a calm smile. She turned, preparing to leave. "No way. Mother, you're letting this go just like that?" A playful voice rang out. A figure in red descended lightly beside Bai Su. She wrapped her arm around Bai Su's and tilted her head, a pair of bright eyes filled with mischief as she looked Ling Feng up and down. Ling Feng lifted his eyes. A young girl stood before him, about his own age, dressed in red robes. Her features carried the same elegance as Bai Su. Her eyes were like clear autumn water. Her presence had a refined grace, almost like an immortal maiden, and yet she also held the unique charm of a demon race girl. Compared to Bai Su, this young woman was more lively and playful, with a different kind of beauty. Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose. She was striking, without a doubt. But to him, Mu Qianxue was no less beautiful. In fact, she might surpass her. Besides, Ling Feng had long developed a remarkable resistance to beautiful women. Hearing the girl call Bai Su "Mother," he quickly realized her identity. She had to be Bai Su's daughter, the young miss of Purple Dragon Hall. "Mother, there's an old saying among humans. If the emperor breaks the law, he's judged like a commoner. This guy was in the wrong, and he needs to be punished!" Bai Linger's eyes gleamed with cunning as she spoke with a light smile.