At that moment, as he watched Mu Yebai's terrifying sword strike slash toward him, the corners of Ye Xingchen's lips curled upward, his face full of mockery.
"You actually dare to use a sword before this Emperor Supreme? It seems you truly know nothing about swords!"
The next instant, no sooner had Ye Xingchen finished speaking than a scene that shocked everyone unfolded!
Ye Xingchen stood calmly where he was, extending one hand with his fingers formed into a sword and pointing toward Mu Yebai's terrifying sword strike.
This finger strike was utterly simple, without a trace of immortal spirit power or the slightest hint of mortal smoke and fire.
The next instant.
With a boom and a scream, dust billowed across the entire arena. A figure hurtled backward, blood spraying through the air.
When the dust cleared, a black-clad figure knelt on both knees in the arena, blood continually spurting from his mouth. The spirit sword in his hand had vanished, leaving only its hilt. It was none other than Mu Yebai, the Mysterious Heaven Sect's Immortal Realm disciple.
The sight shocked everyone.
Nie Zhenbei even rubbed his eyes, staring at it all in disbelief. Every Mysterious Heaven Sect disciple behind him stared with wide eyes and gaping mouths.
Senior Brother Mu, who had been incomparably powerful in their eyes, was now kneeling there like a dead dog.
In contrast, the Demon Race Emperor Lord stood calmly with his hands behind his back, entirely unchanged. Not even a speck of dust stained his white robes.
In just one move, Mu Yebai, the Mysterious Heaven Sect's Immortal Realm disciple, had been defeated!
Still kneeling on both knees, Mu Yebai stared fixedly at the white-robed figure before him. He wanted to say something, but finally could no longer endure it. His vision went black, and he fainted.
Nie Zhenbei flashed into the arena. Finding that Mu Yebai was gravely injured but in no danger of dying, he slipped a pill into Mu Yebai's mouth.
He picked up the unconscious Mu Yebai and flashed onto the elevated platform. Only after handing Mu Yebai to the Mysterious Heaven Sect disciples did Nie Zhenbei look at Ye Xingchen, who stood there calmly, and speak.
"As expected of the Demon Race Emperor Lord. You must possess a treasure that conceals your cultivation! Otherwise, how could even I be unable to detect your true cultivation?!"
Hearing Nie Zhenbei's words, Ye Xingchen spoke for the first time.
"You're overthinking things, Elder Nie. This Emperor Supreme is merely in the Innate Realm. How would I have a treasure that conceals cultivation? You should know how rare such treasures are, Elder Nie. This Emperor Supreme is only in the Innate Realm!"
Sweeping his divine sense over Ye Xingchen again, Nie Zhenbei found not the slightest trace of a treasure's presence on him. Was the Demon Race Emperor Lord truly only in the Innate Realm?!
Nie Zhenbei frowned deeply, unable to believe it. Yet his God Emperor Realm divine sense could not possibly be wrong. The Demon Race Emperor Lord was indeed an Innate Realm cultivator.
Having already flown back onto the elevated platform, Ye Xingchen watched the deeply frowning Nie Zhenbei and thought to himself:
Hmph! Trying to play schemes with this young master? Guess away. Guess whatever you like. In any case, this young master is in the Innate Realm. Never mind a God Emperor Realm cultivator like you-even if a Jade Emperor expert descended, they could forget about seeing through this young master's true cultivation.
As Nie Zhenbei watched the calm-faced Ye Xingchen, Ye Xingchen was likewise watching him, his face full of smiles.
Only when Nie Zhenbei saw the gleams of divine radiance shining in Ye Xingchen's eyes did realization dawn on him. His eyes widened instantly, then he smiled faintly and gave a helpless sigh.
The divine radiance shining in this young man's eyes carried incomparable confidence, and his entire bearing held the domineering air of one who stood above others. How could such a person be simple!
Presumably, this young man had seen through all his schemes from the very beginning. Everything that had happened recently within the Demon Race was certainly connected to him.
Yet this young man's strength was indeed at the Innate Realm, something Nie Zhenbei simply could not understand. Little did Nie Zhenbei know that, let alone him, even if ancient gods descended, they could forget about seeing through Ye Xingchen unless he wished it.
Helplessly, he said to Ye Xingchen:
"As expected of the Demon Race Emperor Lord. I thought far too highly of myself. I'm impressed! Truly impressed! I hope to have another opportunity to learn from you!"
Then, with a casual wave, two golden pill formulas and a storage ring appeared before Luo Qingshan, and he said:
"The Mysterious Heaven Sect has lost this sparring match. Having agreed to the wager, we accept our loss. Two fourth-grade pill formulas and one hundred million supreme-grade spirit stones. Please check them, Your Majesty!"
Only after Nie Zhenbei finished speaking did all the Demon Race disciples in the stands erupt into thunderous cheers. They were utterly delighted. Their Emperor Supreme had finally vented their pent-up resentment for them.
Hearing those earth-shaking cheers, Nie Zhenbei's mouth twitched. The Mysterious Heaven Sect disciples behind him no longer had any of their earlier arrogance, their faces filled with misery.
Too ashamed to remain among the Demon Race any longer, Nie Zhenbei nodded slightly to the Empress and Ye Xingchen. Sweeping up the Mysterious Heaven Sect disciples, he vanished.
Watching Nie Zhenbei leave in disgrace, Ye Xingchen and Luo Qingshan exchanged a smile. Then Ye Xingchen turned toward the direction Nie Zhenbei had left, contempt in his eyes.
Others might not have noticed, but who was Ye Xingchen? As Nie Zhenbei left, in the instant he lowered his head, Ye Xingchen had clearly caught the flash of killing intent deep within his eyes.
Looking in the direction Nie Zhenbei had left, Ye Xingchen thought:
You had best not provoke this Emperor Supreme. Otherwise, there truly will be no need for the Mysterious Heaven Sect to exist!
At that moment, divine light shone brilliantly in Ye Xingchen's eyes, incomparably domineering.
Turning to the cheers of the many Demon Race disciples around them, Luo Qingshan looked at Ye Xingchen, her eyes full of tenderness.
"Husband, since you won these stakes, they should belong to you!"
After Luo Qingshan spoke, the two golden pill formulas and the storage ring were handed to Ye Xingchen.
Watching all this, none of the Demon Race members felt the slightest jealousy. These were all things their Emperor Supreme deserved.
Now, in the eyes of the Demon Race disciples, Ye Xingchen was nothing short of a god.
Looking at the two golden fourth-grade pill formulas in his hand, Ye Xingchen pursed his lips slightly and said to Luo Qingshan:
"Wife, these two fourth-grade pill formulas are utter trash. When our Demon Race needs them, I'll refine pills for our Demon Race. These two formulas can simply be auctioned off. They should be worth something!"
Ye Xingchen spoke after placing the golden pill formulas in Luo Qingshan's hand.
Then he looked at the storage ring in his hand and swept it with his divine sense. Seeing the supreme-grade spirit stones inside, Ye Xingchen felt nothing at all. Several million supreme-grade immortal stones were lying in his system space!
Raising his head and seeing the fervent worship in the eyes of the Demon Race members around him, Ye Xingchen spoke:
"Is the Grand Elder here?!"
Hearing Ye Xingchen's words, Grand Elder Wan Qianli instantly appeared beside him. Cupping his fists, he bowed and waited for Ye Xingchen's instructions.
"Grand Elder, use all one hundred million supreme-grade spirit stones as cultivation benefits for the Demon Race disciples. The concentration of immortal spirit Qi within the Demon Race's territory now rivals that of the ancestral land. This is precisely the time to cultivate diligently and break through to higher realms."
"If the Mysterious Heaven Sect has disciples who can break through to the Immortal Realm, then our Demon Race disciples can do the same!"
Hearing Ye Xingchen's words, every member of the Demon Race widened their eyes. These were one hundred million supreme-grade spirit stones! Yet without the slightest reluctance, their Emperor Supreme had handed them to the Grand Elder as cultivation benefits for the Demon Race disciples.
This... truly worthy of Boss Emperor Supreme! A man everyone worshipped. The worship in every Demon Race disciple's eyes grew even stronger as they looked at Ye Xingchen.
As Luo Qingshan watched everything her husband did, her stunningly beautiful face was full of smiles, and her lovely eyes brimmed with deep affection as she looked at Ye Xingchen.