Oh my god! What on earth is this Jiliu Feijing (Torrential Mirror) fighting aperture made of? What kind of rotational speed generates such a roar? How can he withstand it? Wasn't he torn apart by the high-speed rotation of his fighting energy?

No! Asmontis Ci felt a sharp shock in his heart. The almost substantial Soul of Fighting Energy rising up was instantly shattered upon contact with Gan Jing's Ultra-Ethereal Soul; the violent recoil made his throat taste sweet, his chest throb with pain, and his entire meridian felt on the verge of being crushed.

Death! It enveloped Asmontis Ci’s head once more, and this time it was more solid than before, leaving no apparent place to evade in the space between heaven and earth.

"Stop!"

The Elder of the Asmontis Clan, who had arrived long ago and was waiting for Gan Jing to finish forging, could no longer stand by. As an elder, how could he stand by and watch the genius of his own clan fall in battle here?

Soul of Fighting Energy! The Elder of the Asmontis Clan directly unleashed his Soul of Fighting Energy to the sixth level, a colossal shadow manifesting above Asmontis Ci. The troll’s Soul of Fighting Energy spread its five fingers, grasping fiercely at the fist of Gan Jing’s Ultra-Ethereal Soul, attempting to stop this savage, almost insane, and bizarre fighting soul.

Rumble! Gan Jing’s Ultra-Ethereal Soul shattered once again! The sixth-level Soul of Fighting Energy of the Asmontis Elder flickered and vanished completely upon impact—both utterly destroyed!

This? The surrounding demon elders were astonished again. Every level increase in the Soul of Fighting Energy brought immense power. Although the Asmontis Elder hadn't used his full strength, that sixth-level Soul of Fighting Energy was still shattered...

Pfft! Gan Jing opened his mouth and spat out a pillar of blood. The accumulated blood in his chest from two violent impacts erupted outwards. A cold, deathly smile crept onto Asmontis Ci’s lips. This time, let’s see how you dodge!

The long sword... stabbed out once more...

"This time... no one can save you!"

From Gan Jing's blood-stained, crimson lips, an even colder declaration of death spewed forth. He snatched a throwing knife from the Realm of Battle! A superior fighting weapon forged by the Raider Band!

Gan Jing, tumbling backward through the air, his eyes seeing only a corpse, flicked his wrist and threw the knife!

Thin, light, easily overlooked if placed on the ground, the throwing knife carved an astonishing streak of light through the air. It pierced through the blood Gan Jing sprayed, tracing a visible, scarlet dotted line. It passed directly through the center of Asmontis Ci’s forehead and pierced out through the back of his skull, continuing to draw that smear of crimson across the sky.

That brilliant, dazzling, yet indescribably eerie streak of scarlet light streaked away, carrying the scent of death that flooded the hearts of every demon present.

Crack!

The throwing knife embedded itself in the wall, its hilt vibrating rapidly outside the stone, emitting a low hum. It sounded soft... gentle... yet to the ears of the gathered demons, it resonated like a clap of thunder on a clear day.

Killed! He was truly killed!

Almost all the demons could not believe what they saw. Asmontis Ci, the genius swordsman of the Asmontis Clan, the genius who might one day inherit the title of Sword Demon Lucifer Nihil, was actually killed by a demon who dared to strike him down!

The favored disciple of Sword Demon Lucifer Nihil, who stood at the pinnacle of the demon race, perhaps others dared to defeat him, but hardly anyone would dare to deliver the killing blow.

Defeat and killing are two entirely different concepts!

Any demon who considered striking down Asmontis Ci would have to weigh the wrath of Sword Demon Lucifer Nihil and his four-foot sword, a weapon so sharp that almost nothing could stop it.

Dead? Asmontis Ci’s forward momentum ceased. His needle-point pupils gradually dilated, his eyes filled with shock. I am the Sword Demon’s most prized disciple! I am the next generation's Sword Demon! My name must remain forever in the historical annals of the demon race!

My name, upon hearing it, must strike absolute terror into any warrior or mage of the True Counsel Dynasty! I... I actually died... How is this possible...

Thump...

Asmontis Ci’s body fell powerlessly to the ground. Even as death fully claimed him, his eyes still held an irreconcilable shock at this cruel reality.

The Asmontis Elder who struck out doubted the veracity of what he saw. Even the Crown Prince, whom the other demons often considered a bit slow-witted, furrowed his brow tightly.

"You wanted to kill me?" Gan Jing’s body drifted to rest before the brazier. He brought his hammer down on the scorching long sword in a reverse strike. The narrow blade tumbled in the air, and he snatched Borx Po's hand, dragging it across the tip of the sword. The aroma of roasting meat wafted through the courtyard as the long, fiery red sword was plunged into the water well that had been prepared, kicking up clouds of white mist.

The sword was then pulled up from the well using a rope by Gan Jing.

The sword, unsharpened, yet its mere presence injured demons!

The moment the demons saw the long sword, they all felt an involuntary chill. Gan Jing rapidly sharpened the narrow long sword on a small piece of Flowing Cloud Stone, continuing his monologue: "Disturbing my forging is punishable! If you want to kill me, you must be prepared to be killed by me!"

"Jiliu Feijing!"

The stunned Asmontis Elder snapped back to reality. A powerful Soul of Fighting Energy burst forth from his body again, a unique power vibrating through the entire space.

Entering the Saint realm! This clan leader is a Saint realm expert! And not merely an expert of common bloodline!

"You dare to kill a demon of my clan, then today I will take your life..."

"Then come and try!" Gan Jing's wrist flickered, and a sharp sword qi suddenly shot out from the narrow long sword. This sword qi was tangible, possessing substance, cleaving the air as it lunged straight toward the Asmontis Elder.

A Level Ten Fighting Weapon? No! This is a fighting weapon that surpasses Level Ten!

The keen-eyed elders of the various demon clans immediately recognized the value of the weapon in Gan Jing's hand. Lucifer Seerig’s tightly knitted brows instantly smoothed out, his expression alight with surging astonishment. This was the foundation of his arrogance! A fighting weapon surpassing Level Ten!

"You dare to touch the guest elder of our Mamon Demon Clan?" Borx Li stepped in front of Gan Jing, gripping his chain whip, his face menacingly fixed on the Asmontis Elder: "Asmontis Chalas, do you intend to start a war with our entire Mamon Demon Clan?"

Sabonis Guang remained silent, merely gripping his staff tighter and standing beside Borx Li.

Both clan leaders had intended to offer the forging master a significant favor—a favor the size of a star—at the critical moment when Gan Jing was about to be defeated and killed by Asmontis Ci. Yet, they never expected this forging master to be so ferocious. Not only was he not killed by the demons, but under the combined assault of three demons, he had actually slain a genius like Asmontis Ci.

Gan Jing’s three Souls of Fighting Heart spun without relaxing. He had originally just wanted to find an excuse to show off in front of Lucifer Seerig, to prove his worth and draw closer to the Heart of Lucifer, hoping for a chance to steal that bizarre sacred artifact.

Unexpectedly, before he could make his move, the demon warrior beside Seerig attacked first, and they even tried to kill him! Moreover, in that brief fierce exchange, they had tried to end his life three times!

If there were three times, there would be a fourth. With such strength at this age, he would only grow stronger in the future! Especially that cold sword in his hand, which posed a huge threat.

Kill him! In the midst of the battle, Gan Jing finally made the decisive risk to completely eliminate Asmontis Ci, avoiding future trouble from this troll bloodline warrior, even though he didn't know why the troll hated him so much.

"Clan Leader Borx Li..." Lucifer Seerig’s face slowly spoke, cold and grim: "Are you going to shelter a demon who has committed the crime of killing a demon in front of this Crown Prince?"

Borx Li’s face twitched uncontrollably a couple of times. He lowered his head in silence, offering no reply, but the continuously surging power and the chain whip in his hand, which swayed slightly as if ready to lash out and kill the demon at any moment, told everyone present that the Mamon Demon Clan today was determined to protect this Jiliu Feijing!

A Super Fighting Weapon! He had forged a Super Fighting Weapon in just a few days! Borx Li believed that if they could withstand the pressure from the Crown Prince now, future matters might not be so difficult. Even if it became complicated, they had to protect this forging master and grant him immense favor.

"I now represent the Grand Union of Blacksmiths to announce..." Assam’s voice was filled with solemn gravity: "The position of President of the Grand Union of Blacksmiths is hereby transferred to Master Jiliu Feijing. Effective immediately!"

"Greetings, Great Demon President!"

Several Vice Presidents of the Grand Union of Blacksmiths immediately knelt to pay homage. Demons from surrounding areas, members of local branch unions, also knelt down. Having witnessed Gan Jing forge a Super Fighting Weapon, and finding his stubborn temperament to be one they admired, they automatically chose to kneel and offer their respects.

Lucifer Seerig’s eyes and lips curled upwards simultaneously. These blacksmiths—at this very moment—chose Jiliu Feijing as the President of the Grand Union of Blacksmiths? If this was the case, the only entities qualified to judge whether Jiliu Feijing was guilty of murder would be the Demon Elder Council and His Great Demon King Majesty!

Even the Crown Prince, at this juncture, did not have the authority to decide on Jiliu Feijing's alleged crime of killing a demon!

In truth, whether among the demon race or the True Counsel Dynasty, the position of President of the General Blacksmiths' Union was extremely influential. It wasn't necessarily about overt power, but the status was exceptionally unique and delicate.

To put it bluntly, a person or demon who could become the Grand President, within the kingdom, unless they committed high treason, slept with the Emperor’s woman or demoness, killing one or even a hundred people or demons would rarely lead to conviction; at most, they would receive an imperial edict requesting they exercise a bit of restraint.

"Mamon Demon Clan! The genius of my Asmontis Clan, the genius swordsman, is dead! You expect me to let this murderer of demons go? You must consider carefully; if you insist on protecting this demon, you will face not only my Asmontis Clan but also the fury and sharp sword of the Sword Demon!"

Sabonis Guang simply gripped his magic staff tightly. Retreating at this moment would yield no advantage whatsoever. It was a gamble! Perhaps future prosperity awaited! The current Jiliu Feijing was already the President of the Blacksmiths' Union.