The True Phoenix Clan's Holy Son was named Huang Chongli. He was now seven hundred and ninety-two years old and at the early Transformation Stage.
The fox demon identity Chen Sanshi had assumed had broken through to the Transformation Stage two years ago.
The two stepped onto the arena.
"I am Bai Qingfeng."
Chen Sanshi placed his right fist against his chest and performed a demon clan salute. "A pleasure to meet you."
"Bai Qingfeng."
Huang Chongli repeated the name, sizing him up from head to toe. "I never expected the one to make it to the end of this Myriad Demon Assembly would be someone from Qingqiu. Still less did I expect it to be someone from the Bai Clan, which Qingqiu had long since declined into obscurity."
Chen Sanshi said nothing more and merely drew his sword.
"You cannot defeat me."
Expressionless, Huang Chongli drew a crimson Spiritual Treasure Flying Sword from the void. Orange flames surged forth, and the roiling Demonic Power nearly set the entire arena ablaze.
His lips moved as he chanted an ancient incantation. Then the flying sword shot forth, twisting the void wherever it passed.
Chen Sanshi raised his sword to meet it.
Two currents of Demonic Power collided atop the arena like brilliant fireworks.
Thousands upon thousands of demon cultivators below watched with rapt attention, all wanting to see with their own eyes who would rise to fame in a single stroke at this Myriad Demon Assembly.
The duel did not last long.
After merely twenty exchanges, Huang Chongli—widely acknowledged as a genius among the demon clan's new generation—had clearly fallen into a disadvantage.
The sight left every demon cultivator present utterly astonished.
"Oh?"
Huang Jiuyue glanced at You Xun beside him. "The Qingqiu Clan has actually produced a monster with such