The disciples of Red Dragon Hall glared at Ling Feng in outrage. They hadn't expected this guy, Long Fei, to be this strong. Especially his speed. It was terrifying! "Those who insult others should expect the same in return." Ling Feng shrugged, his expression calm and unconcerned. "You brought this on yourselves." "Well said, Junior Brother Long Fei!" The disciples of Purple Dragon Hall cheered with excitement. Bai Linger's eyes sparkled like stars. In her mind, Ling Feng had stepped forward entirely on her behalf. Chi Gui scowled and turned to face Ling Feng, his voice cold and biting. "You're fast. That's it. Don't start thinking you're some great sage who can lecture others." "I'm nothing special," Ling Feng said casually. "I'm just good at beating up dog sons and turtle grandsons. What's wrong, Senior Brother Chi Gui? Lost your father or grandfather and now you're looking for a foster dad?" The look on his face was calm, almost indifferent. "You're asking to die!" Chi Gui's hands twisted into claws as streaks of bloody energy surged around him. His eyes were full of murderous intent. "You people from Purple Dragon Hall are nothing but trash. Today, I'll rip out that sharp tongue of yours, make you kneel and beg for mercy. I'll make sure everyone sees just how worthless your hall is compared to ours!" "What did you just say?!" "Take that back, or this won't end until one of us is dead!" The disciples of Purple Dragon Hall were fuming. Their lungs were about to explode from sheer rage. The arrogance from Red Dragon Hall had gone way too far. Around them, the spectators erupted in noise and excitement. Most were just here to enjoy the show, and the more chaotic, the better. The disciples from the other six Canglong Halls were used to seeing the rivalry between Purple Dragon and Red Dragon Halls, so none of them seemed surprised. Ling Feng's lips curved into a faint smile. "So you're trying to trash talk me into kneeling?" To Chi Gui, that smile was pure mockery. Who did this guy think he was, smiling like that at him? "You'll regret this!" With a roar, Chi Gui lunged forward and thrust his sword. A burst of bloody light flared as the blade shot out. The sword shadows fell like streaks of crimson lightning. Each strike was ruthless and fast. As a member of the demon race, it was rare to see such refined swordsmanship. That alone made Chi Gui somewhat impressive. His blade moved like a storm of blood, aiming for every vital point on Ling Feng's body. But Ling Feng remained relaxed, his smile unchanged. A mere early-tier demon king wasn't worth his attention. The Heavenly Dao divine inscription condensed within Ling Feng's eyes. In that instant, Chi Gui felt the entire world flip upside down. Ling Feng appeared to walk toward him headfirst. The sky and earth had traded places. His sword, meant to thrust forward, now twisted behind him without warning. He couldn't trust his own senses. Even his spiritual consciousness had turned inside out. Up was down. Left became right. The world had been rewritten. Only those with a powerful soul essence source could overcome Reality Reversal. To resist, they would have to retrain their brain to control the opposite limb with their will. If they wanted to move the left hand, they had to use the intention for the right. That was the only way to regain control. Even then, the body would suffer immense delay and power loss due to the reversed mechanics. That was the true terror of Reality Reversal. Even a demon emperor caught within it would struggle. Against an equal opponent, this technique could be decisive. Chi Gui, however, was clearly the type whose brawn far outweighed his brains. The rules of the Reality Reversal threw him into chaos. He spun in place, rolled on the ground, and looked like he was having a seizure. To the crowd watching, it almost seemed like Chi Gui had gone mad. Ling Feng approached step by step, unhurried. In Chi Gui's twisted perception, it looked as though Ling Feng was coming at him from behind. He swung his sword wildly, but every strike hit nothing but air. Chi Gui growled and poured more of his demonic essence into his blade. His sword whipped through the air with frantic speed, each slash faster and more desperate than the last. Swinging in all directions and hope something hits was the only strategy left to him. But Ling Feng danced through the chaos, his Boundless Sword Steps keeping him safe and untouchable. Chi Gui couldn't even graze the hem of his robe. The spectators were stunned. Graceful, agile, and completely in control. This guy, Long Fei, had an early-tier demon king running in circles like a clown! Chi Gui was gasping for breath. Sweat poured down his brow. Meanwhile, Ling Feng strolled around him like a man on a leisurely walk, a playful smile never leaving his lips. For a fool, stepping into the Reality Reversal field was as good as a death sentence. "That's enough. I've had my fun!" Ling Feng let out a cold laugh and released the Reality Reversal field. In a flash, he closed the distance and drove his sword into Chi Gui's shoulder. The blade sank deep, tearing through flesh with a sickening sound. Chi Gui let out a roar of pain. His shoulder split open, revealing bone. The wound burned black, scorched by the third-phase Devouring Flame! The fire refused to go out. It corroded flesh and spread fast, threatening to consume him whole. Chi Gui howled. He dropped his sword, grabbed at his injured shoulder, and ripped off a chunk of his own flesh to stop the spread. The spectators flinched. Chi Gui had a reputation for cruelty, but clearly, he didn't hold back on himself either. Chi Gui trembled violently from the pain. His eyes, red as a beast's, locked onto Ling Feng. "You couldn't kill me before. Now you're even weaker. Don't make me laugh!" Ling Feng sneered. Chi Gui had burned out his strength and was now a broken wreck. Ling Feng's foot shifted. Activating the Boundless Sword Steps, he reappeared right in front of Chi Gui, grabbed his left arm, and yanked it clean off. "You like using this filthy hand to grope people, huh? Guess you won't be doing that again." He snorted. Then he raised two fingers and jammed them into Chi Gui's eyes. "These nasty little dog eyes like to stare, don't they? Now you've got nothing to see with." Chi Gui let out a scream. He clutched his face with his one remaining hand. Blood gushed out between his fingers, and his entire body trembled from the agony. The crowd shivered. Ling Feng's methods were brutal beyond belief. The disciples of Red Dragon Hall stood frozen. Many were furious, but not one dared step forward. If Chi Gui couldn't handle him, what chance did they have? Meanwhile, the disciples of Purple Dragon Hall were overjoyed. After years of being pushed around by Red Dragon Hall, today's victory was a sweet, long-awaited revenge. "And one more thing!" Ling Feng narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly. "That foul mouth of yours? Let's fix that." With a heavy slap, Ling Feng smashed his palm across Chi Gui's jaw. Teeth flew in all directions, scattering across the ground like shattered glass. Chi Gui had become a true "toothless dog."