The Demon in the Demonic Blade

"Ye Zhen, do you dare fight Shang in a one-on-one battle again?" Before the two armies, Young Master Demonic Sound Shang Lingqi suddenly issued Ye Zhen a personal challenge.

This move left many of the martial artists present somewhat baffled. Yet what baffled them even more was Ye Zhen's response!

Because Ye Zhen actually agreed!

Given the current situation, the Crimson Fire Branch Hall held the advantage after the great formation's successful ambush. As the commander, Ye Zhen naturally had no need to venture out lightly. Victory would be one thing, but if he lost, the excellent situation at hand might be ruined.

"Then let's fight. You're a defeated foe—what is there to fear?" With a cold laugh, Ye Zhen immediately flew forward a hundred zhang, leaving the protection of the martial artist army behind him.

Unexpectedly, none of the Crimson Fire Branch Hall's higher-ups, such as Yu Qianlou, Zuo Xiong, and the two martial guard commanders, tried to stop Ye Zhen.

In truth, this had to do with the prestige Ye Zhen had rapidly built within the Crimson Fire Branch Hall over the past few days. After several incidents piled together, everyone believed that Ye Zhen's decisions were correct.

"That may not be so. At the last Spirit Gathering Assembly, I fell for your schemes. This time, I won't!"

With a crisp jingle, Shang Lingqi shook the Demonic Sound Golden Ring Blade in his hand, yet remained within his own camp without the slightest intention of taking the field. His eyes remained fixed on Cloud Winged Tiger King Xiao Mao above Ye Zhen's head.

He knew very well that if this Spirit Beast guarded above Ye Zhen, this battle would be utterly meaningless!

Naturally, Ye Zhen understood Shang Lingqi's meaning. He lightly waved his hand, ordering Xiao Mao to