"Are these all disciples from the other two Sanctums?" Ling Feng asked, a bit surprised. Sensing Ling Feng's confusion, Bai Linger softly parted her lips and explained, "Besides the disciples from the three Sanctums, there are also some demon clans who came just to watch. When the elite disciples from all three Sanctums gather at the summit of Cangyan Mountain, it becomes a major event for the demon race. Some tribes from nearby, and even from distant regions, often come to spectate." Ling Feng nodded. That made sense. After all, without an audience, the fighting would lose some of its thrill and excitement. A huge crowd had gathered on the open ground. It felt like a bustling marketplace. Powerful demon clan experts from various tribes came and went, and many were busy trading valuable items on the spot. Most of these demon cultivators were large and muscular, with fierce expressions. Aside from the usual broad and heavy swords, many carried heavy hammers, axes, or spiked clubs. If it weren't for their wildly different appearances, Ling Feng could almost believe he had returned to a human marketplace. With both the Purple Dragon Hall and Blue Dragon Hall having arrived, countless eyes immediately turned their way. Everyone began sizing up the disciples from Canglong Sanctum. Among the onlookers were glances of envy and admiration, but most of all, awe. Canglong Sanctum held a position of supreme prestige within the Canglong Demon Domain. To become a disciple of such a sacred land was considered the highest of honors. Many of the demon clans from smaller tribes dropped to their knees as they caught sight of the sacred land's experts, bowing in reverence and worship. "Ha, so the last two halls have finally arrived. Excellent!" At that moment, a middle-aged man wearing black robes with a Canglong emblem on his chest burst out laughing. "Tomorrow morning, we can finally face off against the other two Sanctums." "That's Hei Feng, the demon emperor from the Black Dragon Hall," Bai Linger whispered next to Ling Feng's ear. "He's ranked first among the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirit Demon Emperors. They say his strength is not far off from that of the Canglong Envoys." Not far off from the Canglong Envoys? Ling Feng rubbed the bridge of his nose. He couldn't help but marvel again at the foundation of Canglong Sanctum. Even peak demon emperors were as common as stray dogs here! Soon after, the Ju Feng Demon Emperor made his way to the main camp of Canglong Sanctum to meet with the demon emperors leading the other seven halls. Together, they discussed the battles scheduled for the next day against the Molong and Minglong Sanctums. For the demon race, martial contests required no formal rules. A section of ground would be marked, someone would jump in, and that was it. No referees, no set rules. Victory went to whoever remained standing. Defeat was whoever lay on the ground. It was as simple as that! Once the Ju Feng Demon Emperor left, the three demon kings from Purple Dragon Hall led their group to an open spot nearby and began setting up camp. Just then, a group of people in yellow robes walked over. Leading them was a bearded man who swept his eyes across the Purple Dragon Hall disciples. When he spotted Jing Yun, the chief disciple of the Purple Dragon Hall master, he laughed and called out, "Haha, Brother Jing Yun is here too. Back during the Earth Fiend Demon King Ranking battles, your Lightning-Chasing Swift Sword was pure mastery. I, Xiong Dali, still remember it clearly." "You flatter me, Brother Dali," said Jing Yun Demon King with a polite smile. Jing Yun might not have been especially outstanding within Canglong Sanctum, but his Lightning-Chasing Swift Sword was indeed exceptional. The Earth Fiend Demon King Rankings were held once every three years. With that single sword technique, Jing Yun had placed in the top five hundred twice in a row among all the demon kings of Canglong Sanctum. Among early-tier demon kings, he was certainly considered one of the best. This time, he had come representing the elite disciples of Purple Dragon Hall, ready to spar with the elites from the other two Sanctums. These contests were, in truth, centered around those elite disciples who had already stepped into the realm of demon kings. Just then, an unpleasant voice rang out. "What kind of trash is the Lightning-Chasing Swift Sword? Compared to Senior Brother Chi Gui of our Red Dragon Hall, it's not even worth mentioning." The disciples of Purple Dragon Hall instantly glared. Right now, Jing Yun Demon King was representing their hall. Insulting him was no different from insulting them all. Seven or eight men in red robes walked over, each one wearing a sneer. The one who had just spoken was none other than an old "acquaintance" of Ling Feng, Yin Xue! Yin Xue seemed to have consumed some kind of potent spirit pill. His vitality had grown immensely stronger. Compared to when he took part in the disciple selection, he had improved by at least tenfold. No doubt the Red Dragon Envoy had favored him greatly and given him a trove of valuable treasures. Only that could explain his sudden surge in cultivation. A Purple Dragon Hall disciple stepped forward, eyes wide. He was a peak demon lord, on par with Yin Xue in cultivation, and was unafraid to confront him. Yin Xue grinned menacingly and first gave the disciple a hard stare. Then he swept his gaze over the group and locked eyes with Ling Feng. With a cold snort, he said, "I said all you Purple Dragon Hall disciples are useless trash." "Well said, Junior Brother Yin Xue." A burly red-haired man stepped forward, laughing and clapping. "People from Purple Dragon Hall have always been a burden on the Eight Great Canglong Halls. If you ask me, Purple Dragon Hall should just be disbanded. Seven halls are enough for Canglong Sanctum." Judging from his appearance, it was clear that this red-haired man was none other than Chi Gui, the head disciple of Chi Huo, the Red Dragon Hall master. "Senior Brother Chi Gui is absolutely right!" Yin Xue quickly chimed in, his gaze still locked on Ling Feng, full of blatant provocation. Ling Feng rubbed the bridge of his nose again. He didn't feel any particular loyalty to Purple Dragon Hall. However, Bai Linger slammed her hand on the table, her phoenix eyes sharp as she snapped, "Chi Gui, what did you just say?" "So it's Young Lady Linger!" Chi Gui chuckled. "Women should stay home and make babies. What are you doing here, trying to join the fun?" Bai Linger clenched her teeth and turned to Ling Feng. Ling Feng only smiled and said calmly, "Why waste your breath on a stray mutt?" Yin Xue had clearly come for him. He wanted to shame Ling Feng and reclaim the pride he lost during the disciple selection. But his plan was bound to fail. Ling Feng curled his lips into a faint smile. Even the Tiger Might Demon King had died at his hands. Someone like Yin Xue was hardly worth noticing. Jing Yun, who had just been insulted, suddenly turned. His eyes locked onto Chi Gui, and he roared, "Chi Gui, don't you think you're going too far?" Chi Gui sneered. "I am going too far. So what? I'm ranked in the top two hundred of the Earth Fiend Demon King list. You? You barely scraped into the top five hundred. You think you deserve my respect?" Jing Yun clenched his fists and glared at Chi Gui for a long time. But in the end, he still couldn't muster the courage to draw his sword. "Hah. The people from Purple Dragon Hall really are a bunch of cowards. Turtle shells, every last one of them." The disciples of Red Dragon Hall burst out in laughter, their voices full of mockery. "A bunch of weaklings. You see Senior Brother Chi Gui and don't even dare to draw your swords. And you think you're ready to compete with the elite disciples of the other two Sanctums? Better crawl back to your mothers and suck on at their breasts! Hahaha!" As the Red Dragon Hall disciples jeered, more and more people gathered around. Besides the other Canglong Hall disciples, even demon cultivators from various tribes came to watch. All of them wore expressions of eager amusement. These people were the kind who loved nothing more than chaos. The moment there was drama, they swarmed to see it.