"This sword is named the Nine Cycles Mysterious Separation Sword! It was plundered from a major sect of the Human Clan and has been refined by the power of our bloodline, reaching even the Holy Artifact level!"

Yain Xue's gaze coldly fixed on Ling Feng, the chilling voice spilling from his mouth.

Ling Feng looked up, the silver sword in Yain Xue's hand catching his eye, a faint smile gracing his lips as he said, "Oh, you really focus on practicing the upper sword without touching the lower sword, skipping the golden sword straight to the silver sword. You who merge with the sword are indeed just a bitch with a sword!"

Despite everything, the foundation of this Yain Xue is indeed profound, unfortunately meeting Ling Feng, such a, freak!

"Don't flaunt the power of your tongue!"

Fire of anger surged in Yain Xue's eyes, his face turning cold, and a rush of demon essence exploded as he thrust a sword forward, attacking Ling Feng fiercely.

Without doubt, this Silver Wolf Young Master, although from the Demon Clan, indeed has a few formidable aspects to his swordsmanship.

Especially the sword in his hand, among the Eight Diagrams, 'Li' belongs to fire, 'Kan' belongs to water. The extremes of water and fire, two entirely different forces colliding, suddenly emanating power that lit everyone's eyes.

"This Yain Xue indeed has some talent!"

A Dark Dragon Envoy on the high platform exclaimed in surprise.

"Hmph, a disciple recognized by me is hardly a commonplace!"

The Red Dragon Envoy sneered, years ago visiting the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor. Upon discovering Yain Xue's talent, he was instantly fascinated, taking him as a registered disciple, waiting for this Entry-level selection to officially make him a disciple.

After all, the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor is one of the eight great emperors of the Southern Border Demon Domain, and binding their Red Dragon Hall with this huge figure is a prestige that rivals the strongest among the Eight Great Dragon Halls, the Black Dragon Hall.

"Continue watching then."

A beautiful woman draped in a purple cloak lightly smiled; she is Bai Su, the Purple Dragon Envoy from the Purple Dragon Hall, the only female among the Eight Great Dragon Envoys.

The silver sword danced, true fire resounded, and amidst the alternating cold flame, Yain Xue's sword edge had already drawn near.

"This guy indeed has some skill."

A slight arc formed at Ling Feng's mouth, stepping with the Carefree Sword Step underfoot to dodge Yain Xue's sword.

In the next moment, Ling Feng's Ten Directions Annihilation drew out, not commanding elemental power, but erupting terrifying brute force directly, a sword slashing down, accompanied by a resounding clang, Yain Xue felt enormous strength invade his tiger's mouth, his entire arm slightly trembling.

"That lad named Long Fei, such tremendous brute force!"

A Dark Dragon Envoy wearing a yellow cloak flinched. This person is the Yellow Dragon Envoy, originally an earth-element violent giant bear, unrivaled in the use of strength among the Eight Great Dragon Envoys.

"What use is such brute force, still ten thousand miles away from dealing with Yain Xue!" The Red Dragon Envoy snorted coldly, but his expression was extremely solemn, for his eyes discerned that Ling Feng's brute force could even suppress ordinary Early Stage Demon Kings, this battle is still precarious.

While these Dragon Envoys were conversing, Ling Feng suddenly raised the Ten Directions Annihilation high, smiling leisurely before unleashing a barrage of sword strikes akin to a storm.

This move was taught by Jiang Xiaofan, who learned it from Sword Obsession; a technique known as "Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique." Though originally meant for hammer, its synergy with the heavy sword also displayed formidable power.

With each sword Ling Feng struck down, he left Yain Xue utterly powerless in counterattack, forced into constant defense with his long sword; in mere moments, Ling Feng had unleashed over a thousand strikes.

"Puh!"

Finally, Yain Xue could no longer endure the terrifying stacking brute force, his right arm shook, the silver sword flying from his grip as he coughed up a mouthful of backwards-spattering blood, sent flying backwards.

"Buzz!"

Sword light flashed, Ling Feng's long sword aimed directly at Yain Xue's throat.

The sharp sword qi already sliced the skin of Yain Xue's throat, a trickle of blood seeping forth.

"If you wish to kill me, prepare to be killed yourself!"

A gleam of coldness flashed in Ling Feng's eyes, for here on the arena, life is regardless, victory grants the right to claim the defeated's life, a respected tradition within the Dark Dragon Palace.

Thus, he ought to "respect" this tradition, to ensure that the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor's agony from losing a son grows even more intense!

"No, don't kill me!"

Yain Xue lay on the ground akin to a defeated dog, clutching his chest in panic, pleading, "Long Fei, you can't kill me!"

"A defeated party has no bargaining rights."

Ling Feng's right arm flared, Ten Directions Annihilation burgeoning with terrifying Swallowing Flame Fire, the sword blade poised to sever Yain Xue's head.

At this moment, a scorching gale blew Ling Feng directly away, the overwhelming force nearly knocking him off the arena.

"Who's there!"

Ling Feng raised his sword-brow in surprise, looking back to see a sturdy saint with crimson hair standing in front of Yain Xue, icy gaze locked onto him.

"Quite a place this Dark Dragon Palace is, conducting entry-level selection examinations like this?"

Ling Feng snickered, leveraging Dark Dragon Palace's rules to pressure this old man; even though he was a Dragon Envoy, he dare not trouble him.

"You've already won, why strike a killing blow?"

The Red Dragon Envoy glared, coldly replying, "I personally vouch for Yain Xue, will you grant me this favor?"

"Heh…" Ling Feng chuckled coldly, "Granting him face? It's clearly coercion."

"Since it's Lord Dark Dragon Envoy's wish, this face, I, Long Fei, naturally must grant."

Ling Feng smiled slightly, secretly vowing: this old curmudgeon better not fall into my hands, else I'd pluck his red hair clean, making him into a Bald Dragon Envoy!

He didn't truly think he could kill Yain Xue, after all, Yain Xue is the son of the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor, with unique status.

But his aim was achieved, completely overwhelming Yain Xue; enough for all Eight Dragon Envoys to regard him differently.

The Dragon Envoys had remembered him, so the Emperor Dark Dragon couldn't be far behind?

"Hmph, wise of you!"

The Red Dragon Envoy leapt onto the platform. To protect Yain Xue, he had entirely resorted to pressing; but overpowering a mere new entrant didn't bother him at all, as a Dragon Envoy he would hardly fear some greenhorn.

At this moment, Demon King Mo Bing chuckled dryly, clearing his throat before loudly announcing, "Alright, all eight arena masters have been determined, Number One Arena Master, Long Fei! Number Two Arena Master, Yee Xue…"

Soon, Demon King Mo Bing declared the names of the eight arena masters. Before long, these eight masters would face another battle, deciding final ranks.

Yain Xue forlornly leapt off the arena, head bowed, complexion unimaginably dark, fists clenched tightly; he once thought he could achieve a triple crown, yet failed to even reach the top eight in the final stage. By the rules of the Dark Dragon Palace, he had no qualification to become a direct disciple of the Dragon Envoy.

"The disgrace of today, I'll repay a hundredfold!"

Yain Xue gritted his teeth, the seed of hatred deeply rooted in his heart, assuring that given the chance, he would use any means necessary to eradicate Long Fei.

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