Domolick hastily dropped to his knees, bowing his head until it touched the ground. "Your most esteemed Princess, your servant demon, Domolick, greets you."

Three young members of the Domon clan, their faces etched with arrogant displeasure, glared fiercely at Qian Jin with eyes full of warning. They then bent their backs and half-knelt before Lucifer Liushui, offering a perfunctory salute.

The two great patriarchs of the Mamen demons exchanged cold sneers. The Domon clan was truly declining generation by generation. Now, the youngest generation didn't even pay proper respect to a princess of the Lucifer Royal Clan—not only offering only a half-kneel but doing so with such visible reluctance. Did they not know who granted them their power?

Lucifer Liushui stared coldly at the three half-kneeling Domon members. She had heard rumors that the Domon clan had defected to the Crown Prince's faction; seeing the attitude of the younger generation, it seemed to be true.

"Rise," Lucifer Liushui said, not sparing Domolick a second glance. A short-eared demon could hardly cause any disturbance.

"Thank you, Great and Honored Princess," Domolick scrambled up from the ground, fear and reverence warring within him. This sight caused the three young Domon members behind him to display utter disdain. So what if she was a princess of the Lucifer Royal Clan? An Elder Great Demon required such subservience?

"Torrential Mirror Splash!"

The three young Domon members shouted in unison. The slightly leaner demon in the center, whose eye sockets appeared somewhat sunken, took a step forward and fixed his gaze on Qian Jin. "When you see a Domon Elder, why do you not come forward and pay respects!"

The other two young Domon demons chuckled in unison. This time, they threw Qian Jin's earlier words back at the half-blood demon, letting him know what true might felt like. Not only must he pay respects to the Domon Elder, but they stood behind the Elder as well, implying that paying respects to the Elder also meant paying respects to them.

"Domon clan? What kind of rotten clan is that? Never heard of it," Qian Jin remarked, picking at his ear. "Noble Lucifer blood flows in my veins. Must I kneel to the elder of a clan I've never heard of?"

Domolick, whose spine had just begun to straighten, froze. This half-blood demon was too arrogant! How dare he disregard the existence of the Domon clan? Even a demon possessing one of the Ten Great Bloodlines wouldn't dare act this way! Who did this creature think he was?

"Domon Sator," Domolick said coldly, his face grim. "I, this Elder, came today specifically to meet the half-blood demon whose presence warrants the attention of the Mamen Patriarchs. I did not expect him to be this presumptuous. Dare to insult the great Domon clan? Teach him a severe lesson and let him understand the greatness of the Domon clan."

"Yes, esteemed Elder Great Demon."

The young Domon demon who first spoke slowly walked forward empty-handed. The battle aura within him swelled and expanded repeatedly, instantly reaching the level of the Demon Slaying Third Battle—or, in the demons' tongue, the third tier, third layer!

Powerful! An ordinary demon, appearing to be no older than thirty, had reached the third tier of Demon Slaying! The two great Mamen patriarchs nodded repeatedly. It seemed the Domon clan must have acquired a new combat aura secret technique, otherwise, they couldn't have propelled such a young demon to this level.

"I'll do it!" Fen Tu Kuangge leaped forward, beating Qian Jin to the confrontation.

Domon Sator looked at Fen Tu Kuangge with confusion. Was this demon green-skinned? His hair was sparse to the point of pity. He must be from the lowest echelon of demons, the Wilderness Cultivation Clan—literally, the clan responsible for clearing untamed lands. This race rivaled the Belial demons in sheer numbers.

However, most members of this clan were intellectually deficient, and their appearances were hideous. The entire clan lacked any powerful combat aura techniques or potent bloodline powers, placing them at the very bottom of the demon hierarchy.

"You? A mere waste from the Wilderness Cultivation Clan dares to challenge my magnificent, great Domon clan?" Domon Sator's face betrayed profound contempt. This Wilderness Cultivator looked barely twenty years old. Even if he were fifty, what difference would it make? A Wilderness Cultivator would always be trash!

"Just as I thought, the minds of the Wilderness Cultivators are flawed," Domon Sator raised an arm. "Shall I grant you the courtesy of fighting with one arm tied behind my back? You young, foolish Wilderness Cultivator?"

Demon Subduing... Demon Quelling... Demon Slaying First Battle! Third Tier, First Layer!

Mighty Great True Gold Battle Aura surged violently from Fen Tu Kuangge's body. His Battle Heart pulsed slightly above the point between his brows, infinitely amplifying the lowliness associated with the Ken Royal Clan aura.

This... Domon Sator’s expression changed abruptly. Third tier, first layer? How was that possible? He was supposed to be a waste from the Ken Royal Clan! And judging by his appearance, he couldn't be older than twenty!

Domolick was so astonished he nearly bit off his tongue. This was a Wilderness Cultivator? So young, yet third tier, first layer? Where had Lucifer Liushui found such a monstrous anomaly among the Wilderness Cultivators?

The remaining two young Domon demons simultaneously lit up with astonishment—this was utterly spirit-shaking! If any other demon race produced such an individual, it would cause a stir, but for a member of the Wilderness Cultivation Clan, a race so utterly base, to produce such a freak was unbelievable!

Fen Tu Kuangge slowly spread his arms, flexing his shoulders with a cold sneer. "Are you sure you want to grant me an arm?"

Domon Sator’s look of surprise instantly stiffened. While there was a gap between the first and third layers of the third tier, it wasn't so vast as to warrant offering an arm as charity.

"What? Scared?" Fen Tu Kuangge's words dripped with scorn. "I don't need you to yield anything to me!"

As the words fell, Fen Tu Kuangge's feet exploded with successive bursts of battle aura. The churning dust rose into lotus shapes beneath him, propelling his body rapidly toward Domon Sator. His speed and ferocity were those of a maddened, charging bull.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With every step Fen Tu Kuangge took, not only did lotus-like dust bloom beneath his feet, but a roar like a war drum echoed. Domon Sator felt as if the one charging him wasn't a single demon warrior, but a squad of shock troops from the Zhence Imperial Dynasty, clad in heavy armor!

Fen Tu Kuangge was fast, closing the distance to Domon Sator in an instant. He raised his hand, spreading his five fingers wide, the knuckles slightly protruding—resembling the butt of a spear one moment, a blade the next, shifting between two strange techniques. Battle aura flowed between his palms, emitting a faint hissing sound, like the thrust of a war spear or long saber.

Earth-Shattering Slash!

Fen Tu Kuangge channeled the Great True Gold Battle Aura into the Saint-level combat technique, Earth-Shattering Slash, inherited from Qian Jin, aiming for Domon Sator’s eyes. An aura of no return erupted completely from his body.

Domon Sator felt a prickle on his skin; the incoming attack was extraordinary. Instinctively, he tried to evade, but at that precise moment, he heard a cold, dismissive snort from Qian Jin, seemingly mocking him for not daring to face a Wilderness Cultivator head-on.

Would I fear a mere Wilderness Cultivator trash? Even if he is third tier, first layer, so what? I am third tier, third layer! A surge of arrogant energy rushed up Domon Sator’s chest. He twisted his wrist, curving his right five fingers into a strange shape, resembling a hammer but not a solid one—more like a hollow hammer. As his arm rolled over, he met Fen Tu Kuangge’s palm.

A direct clash? Domolick's eyes filled with triumph. A Wilderness Cultivator was still just a brainless Wilderness Cultivator, trying to fight a Domon clan demon warrior head-on?

Fen Tu Kuangge’s wrist suddenly flicked. His straight-on arm suddenly twisted like a springy spear shaft, narrowly brushing past Domon Sator’s hollow hammer, while his body simultaneously contracted sharply downward!

In that instant, Fen Tu Kuangge resembled a fully bloomed lotus, only to revert instantly back into a bud before blossoming. The movement was seamless, as if he were demonstrating to the assembled demons the process of an Angry Lotus closing its petals at night after a full bloom.

That lean, that retraction! It was natural perfection. He was still within the range of Domon Sator’s attack, yet completely impervious to any strike.

What was that? Domon Sator found he could no longer retract his hammer. He immediately drove his elbow down, trying to find an angle to strike Fen Tu Kuangge’s back of the head.

Suddenly! Fen Tu Kuangge, who had just closed his petals, erupted once more the moment he contracted! It was as if the long night had passed, and the sun was rising—the Angry Lotus bloomed again! It was like a golden Angry Lotus!

Though his Battle Heart was not golden, the battle aura that burst forth was suffused with a golden radiance!

Bad... the thought flashed through Domon Sator's mind just as Fen Tu Kuangge's palm landed squarely on his chest.

Iron Bull Battle Aura! Block it for me! Domon Sator’s muscles tightened instantly. His protective combat technique burst forth perfectly, solidifying his body like an iron plate—as if everything in the world would prove fragile before this defensive skill.

Block it! If I block it, my foot will connect! Confidence soared in Domon Sator’s heart; he could already envision the moment he weathered the attack, followed by his own crushing victory.

"Be defeated!"

Fen Tu Kuangge’s voice, equally filled with confidence, echoed as the bones in Domon Sator’s chest cracked. Intense pain threatened to tear his entire body apart; the battle aura of his protective technique was completely shredded.

How is this possible? As Domon Sator heard the sound of his own bones breaking, a fierce shock overwhelmed his mind. If I'm injured, you won't get away clean either!

His fierce, violent will completed the motion of lifting and driving his leg forward. A massive footprint landed perfectly on Fen Tu Kuangge’s chest, eliciting a muffled thud that resembled a war drum—Dong!

Bang! Domon Sator felt a sharp pain in his sole, as if his kick hadn't landed on a demon's chest but on a solid slab of steel! The tremendous impact sent his already retreating body flying backward. He tumbled several times across the ground before finally coming to a stop.

Huu...

Fen Tu Kuangge raised a hand, rubbing his slightly stinging chest, and let out a long breath. He stared with proud arrogance at the fallen Domon Sator. Combined with the Great True Gold Battle Aura, the Earth-Shattering Slash had truly become a war blade. Could your protective battle skill really block that?

"Th-this... how is this possible?" Domon Sator tried to rise, but the intense pain forced him back down to the ground. His words were laced with utter incomprehension. His kick had been delivered with his full strength—it could have bent a steel plate! How could this demon only stagger back two steps before recovering? Not even a bone seemed broken?