Bull Devil King Qing Liuer.
Among the younger generation of the Ten Thousand Mountains, that name belonged to someone no one dared cross.
Rumor had it that this princess, who carried the pure blood of the Mighty Bull Demon Race, had cultivated every realm anew nine times with terrifying perseverance. She had done it to pursue the legendary Extreme Realm and build a flawless Dao Foundation at every stage.
She shattered her own Dao Foundation, fell back to the mortal world, then climbed again.
Cultivating anew even once was a gamble with nine chances of death and one of life. It was the act of a madwoman.
And she had done it nine times.
That inconceivable accumulation had brought her physical strength in the First Realm to a terrifying level that even many great demons could not comprehend.
So when Qing Liuer stepped forward, the demons watching erupted with excitement. They believed victory was certain.
Those who knew Li Xiang were just as certain he would win.
Both sides were brimming with confidence.
Qing Liuer stopped and looked up at Li Xiang, who stood more than half a body taller than her.
Their eyes met.
Li Xiang did not underestimate her in the slightest because of her tiny appearance. His senses were frantically warning him that the figure opposite him was no little girl, but a living volcano that could erupt at any moment.
"Hello." Qing Liuer broke the silence first. She blinked her large, watery eyes, her voice clear and sweet as a spring flowing through the mountains.
Unlike the demons who had taken the stage before her, she did not open with threats to tear out his tendons and strip his bones. Instead, she politely folded her hands before her and gave Li Xiang a Martial Salute she