Demon Hunt Showdown, an Unbeaten Dao Heart

Dust drifted down across the sky. Ji Li held his hand out as though still gripping something and stared blankly at his empty palm.

The subtle sensation of being connected to his magic artifact had vanished completely. In its place was an emptiness unlike anything he had ever felt.

He had lost.

Since the day he entered the Dao Academy, whether in daily training or the many minor examinations, he, the Ji Household's prodigy, had never tasted defeat.

Even against Lü Qing's reckless fighting style, he could handle himself with ease through sheer strength.

But today, before countless eyes, in the very field he excelled at, a first-year student had wrested his magic artifact from him head-on.

"Whew..."

Ji Li slowly closed his eyes. His chest rose as he drew a deep breath. When he opened them again, the bewilderment and shock were gone, replaced by a deeply conflicted glint.

He did not fly into a rage, nor did he lash out in humiliation like some pampered wastrel.

As the legitimate son of a great aristocratic clan, he had at least that much composure.

A loss was a loss. If he lacked even the courage to admit defeat, how could he speak of pursuing the Great Dao?

"Five-element transformation, Innate Geng Metal..."

Ji Li looked at Chu Bai, who was drawing in his aura before him. His voice was a little hoarse, but remarkably clear. "I never expected Junior Brother Chu to master such a technique. You turned the tables on me. I can't call this loss unjust."

Chu Bai had also calmed the churning blood and qi within him. His face was pale and his clothes were in tatters, but his back stood as straight as a spear.

He cupped his hands, his tone calm, neither humble nor arrogant: