In the distance, the Demon God of Crimson Flames hovered in midair, gazing toward the battlefield. The shockwaves unleashed moments ago by the clash between Dongbo Xueying and the demon Dabishi had been terrifying—far beyond what his mere “mortal limit” world projection could endure. As a being of the Saintly Peak level, their battle was simply too overwhelming for him. He had retreated far away, watching as the earth trembled and the fortress crumbled. The inner keep was now reduced to rubble, and the outer keep was mostly in ruins, with only scattered sections remaining, cracked and broken.
“I can’t even see clearly!” the Demon God of Crimson Flames anxiously tried to perceive the battle, but he could not pierce through the chaos.
The battle between Dongbo Xueying and the others was too fast.
Before half a breath had passed, the fight had already ended, and the terrifying shockwaves ceased.
“Hmm?” The Demon God of Crimson Flames finally caught sight of the scene.
Amidst the ruins, shrouded in dust and smoke, the demon Dabishi lay in pieces. Dongbo Xueying stood nearby, his crimson threads of transcendent battle energy sealing every fragment of the demon’s shattered body.
“Defeated?” The Demon God of Crimson Flames could hardly believe it—how could Dabishi, a demon of such power, fall to a young Saintly Initial-stage warrior of the Xia Clan?
At that moment, he refused to accept it, yet—
The truth remained undeniable.
As a powerful Demon God who had climbed to great heights within the Abyssal Depths and even spread his influence into the Material World, he could not afford to deny reality. Though reluctant, he accepted the outcome.
“Dongbo Xueying! If you help me just once, I will give you one hundred thousand jin of Origin Stones! One hundred thousand!” The Demon God of Crimson Flames immediately sent a mental transmission, his voice eerie and unfathomable, echoing directly within Dongbo Xueying’s mind.
“One hundred thousand jin?” Dongbo Xueying turned his head and spotted the Demon God of Crimson Flames hovering in the distance.
He had suspected it before, but now the demon was offering such an astronomical reward—clearly, this stronghold must hold something of immense value to the Demon God.
To prepare one hundred thousand jin of Origin Stones within the Xia Clan’s world was extremely difficult for a demon’s subordinate forces. Transporting that much through a Spatial Temple would come at an astronomical cost.
At this moment, Dongbo Xueying was certain—
This stronghold was no ordinary base. It must contain something of vital importance to the Demon God of Crimson Flames.
“If you refuse, I, the Demon God of Crimson Flames, swear that my vengeance will never cease! For ten thousand years, for a million, even your entire family shall be utterly destroyed!” The Demon God offered a massive reward while simultaneously issuing a direct threat.
He knew that by offering one hundred thousand jin of Origin Stones, Dongbo Xueying would surely suspect the stronghold held a great secret.
Yet even if he hadn’t offered the reward, with his defeat, the Xia Clan would thoroughly inspect the stronghold and discover its secrets anyway. Thus, he was making a final desperate move.
“You dare threaten me? There are countless Evil Deity Demon God out there—if our Xia Clan warriors bowed to every threat, could we have survived until now?” Dongbo Xueying mentally replied.
“You wish to use force, even transporting resources from the Abyssal Depths into the Xia Clan’s world? Hmph! Just for vengeance? How many times are you willing to pay such a heavy price?”
Even aside from that, many Evil Deity Demon God would not even appear in person through their world projections when their strongholds were destroyed. The Demon God of Crimson Flames had last appeared over thirty thousand years ago.
“You refuse?” The Demon God roared with fury.
“Leave!” Dongbo Xueying mentally shouted, but could not block the Demon God’s transmission, clearly outmatched in the subtleties of mental arts.
“Cursed!”
“Cursed! You truly deserve death! Wait and see, Dongbo Xueying! I will never let you go! Even if you die, I will capture your soul and drag it into the Abyssal Depths, where you shall suffer endlessly in eternal darkness, with no end in sight!”
“You only know how to threaten? If you have the courage, show me your true power, Demon God!” Dongbo Xueying sneered coldly. With a casual wave of his hand, the power of the heavens and earth gathered into a massive palm that descended upon the Demon God of Crimson Flames in the sky.
The Demon God looked up at the colossal palm of cosmic energy and snorted.
Whoosh!
In an instant, his body pierced through space and vanished.
His mastery over spatial techniques far surpassed any transcendent warrior of the Xia Clan. Unfortunately, his power had been forcibly suppressed to the “mortal limit,” rendering his world projection utterly powerless against the transcendent warriors.
Their final exchange was through soul transmission, swift and urgent. The Demon God was clearly trying to negotiate before the Xia Clan’s demigods arrived.
Alas, his struggle had failed utterly!
“Rip~~~”
Space tore open.
A figure stepped through—the Windrider Knight, Chi Qiubai.
“Xueying?” Chi Qiubai swept his gaze across the ruined fortress, even noticing the remains of some corrupted envoys. With a single step, he arrived beside Dongbo Xueying, gazing at the shattered remains of the demon Dabishi, bound by transcendent battle energy.
“Immortality?” Chi Qiubai smiled. “I didn’t expect your first encounter to be with a demon possessing immortality. This demon must be at least a fourth-tier one. Fourth-tier demons generally possess power equivalent to the tenth to thirtieth rankings on the Saintly Roster, making them formidable even among Saintly Peak warriors. I never imagined you could slay a demon of such strength.”
He knew Dongbo Xueying had mastered a budding form of a second-tier essence.
Against warriors ranked between the tenth to thirtieth on the Saintly Roster, he could likely survive a battle. But to kill them? That was far more difficult.
“I estimated him as a fourth-tier demon as well,” Dongbo Xueying nodded with a smile. “He was quite formidable. His roar alone could gravely wound any Saintly Peak warrior, and weaker ones might even be killed outright.”
“Good. Hand him over to me. A living demon still has its uses,” Chi Qiubai said with a grin.
Humans dared not keep half-gods of demons in captivity, for if such a demon ever ascended to Demon God status, it would bring catastrophe. Though the chances were extremely low—demons found it far harder than humans to ascend to Demon God status—humans still dared not take the risk.
However, fourth- and fifth-tier demons were of little concern. If they ever neared half-god status, they could simply be killed.
“I’ve already reported the details to the Flame Palace,” Chi Qiubai added.
Every battle against demons was recorded and submitted. Based on the combat report, transcendent warriors would receive corresponding rewards.
“Ten thousand contribution points?” Dongbo Xueying chuckled. His communication ring had already received a message from the Flame Palace, adding ten thousand points to his account. “The reward for hunting demons is indeed generous.”
“Fifth-tier demons are even more valuable. Demigods are all hunting fifth-tier demons. As for half-god demons? They are extremely cunning. It’s difficult enough to even find one,” Chi Qiubai sighed, shaking his head. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a chain that flew forward and bound the demon Dabishi’s shattered body.
“By the way, Longfeng Brother, there’s something I haven’t mentioned yet,” Dongbo Xueying said.
“Go on,” Chi Qiubai listened attentively.
Dongbo Xueying briefly explained the situation with the Demon God known as the Demon God of Crimson Flames.
“Hmph! These Abyssal Demon God dare to threaten our Xia Clan’s transcendent warriors?” Chi Qiubai sneered, then frowned. “Based on what you’ve said, it seems this Demon God’s stronghold must contain something of utmost importance to him.”
“Congratulations. It seems you’re about to gain a great fortune this time,” Chi Qiubai added with a smile.
At Dongbo Xueying’s current status, even the Xia Clan’s most treasured artifacts had been bestowed upon him by the Flame Palace as protective items—a privilege not even demigods possessed! No one would dare seize Dongbo Xueying’s spoils.
Moreover, Chi Qiubai was, by nature, an extremely proud individual, and such an act was beneath him.
“I suspect the Demon God of Crimson Flames may not give up so easily. I hope Longfeng Brother can stay nearby and watch over things,” Dongbo Xueying requested.
“You may proceed with your search. I shall remain here,” Chi Qiubai replied.
“Understood.”
Dongbo Xueying nodded and then manipulated the vast cosmic energy, forcefully seizing countless fragments of rubble. Each fragment was bound with terrifying force. In an instant, the ruined fortress’s stones lifted into the air, and even the relatively intact stone slabs and pillars buried beneath the ground began to float upward.
The entire fortress was unearthed, every item suspended high in the sky.
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