"Beautiful Miss Reylinna, to elope with you, I would not fear death! Fabregas, do you have the guts to accept my challenge!" Liang Xiaoke somehow pulled out a bronze dagger and threw it directly in front of Fabregas, stating his confidence.

Reylinna had intended to stop him, but seeing that Liang Xiaoke had already thrown the dagger, she couldn't say much more. According to the rules of the Demon Race, once one party issues a challenge to another, it is an oath sworn to the Demon God, and no one can stop the duel unless the other party forfeits.

"As you wish, humble human!" Fabregas bowed elegantly toward Liang Xiaoke, then squatted down to pick up the dagger, which looked ancient. However, the moment his hand gripped the hilt, the dagger—perhaps due to its extreme age—snapped cleanly in half. The remaining piece fell to the ground, scraping past Fabregas's toes.

"You..." Seeing that Liang Xiaoke dared to challenge him with such a broken piece of metal, a surge of fury rose in Fabregas's heart.

"Sorry, I never cared for weapons, so I don't carry much. This was actually a gift from my first love, you know? Oh, beautiful Miss Reylinna, you don't mind, do you?" Liang Xiaoke said, suddenly looking toward Reylinna...

"Of course not, my dear Xiao Ke Ke!" Reylinna's eyes also shimmered with a lingering affection.

Seeing the two of them exchanging intimate glances, let alone Fabregas, even Ye Jingyu found it hard to watch. Aren't they just a pair of adulterous lovers? Did they really need to be so sickeningly affectionate?

"Alright, since Fabregas has accepted the challenge, Big Brother, fight without worry. If you happen, unfortunately, to die, I will avenge you!" Ye Jingyu said to Liang Xiaoke.

"Damn it, can't you say something nice for once?" Liang Xiaoke rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Very well, Big Brother, if your body is ripped apart, I will take care of all your women!" Ye Jingyu said with utmost seriousness.

"..." Liang Xiaoke rolled his eyes again, deciding to ignore the fellow. As for Reylinna, her eyes lit up upon hearing the promise; her seductive gaze swept over Ye Jingyu's physique repeatedly.

At this moment, Fabregas had already shed his ornate brocade robe, revealing muscles developed to the extreme. Two sharp fangs protruded from his lips, and his large hands had transformed into powerful claws—this was a race within the Demon Race known as the Golden Horn Clan.

"Humble human, come here and die!" Fabregas roared, striking his chest forcefully like a great ape.

"Alas, just because you are tall, you think you're great? Just because you have fangs, you think you're mighty? Just because you have claws, you think you're superior? Everything you have, this old man has too!" Liang Xiaoke suddenly burst into laughter. The muscles on his body swelled violently, ripping his clothes to shreds, and his skin slowly became covered in scales. Soon, he towered even taller than Fabregas. Demonic markings appeared on his face, and his own fangs—even longer than Fabregas's—sprouted from his mouth, while his palms morphed into razor-sharp claws that emitted a faint, eerie black glow.

Witnessing Liang Xiaoke's transformation, especially noticing the incredible size of the male aspect that appeared beneath his transformation, Reylinna’s eyes lit up once more...

The thought of such a massive object entering her body caused a blush to spread across her face. Her hands involuntarily moved to her chest and lower region, beginning a gentle caress, and soft moans escaped her lips.

Ye Jingyu glanced at Reylinna, silently marveling at the lustfulness of the Silver Snake Clan, before redirecting his focus to Fabregas and Liang Xiaoke.

Sensing the change occurring in Liang Xiaoke, a flicker of doubt crossed Fabregas's mind. Was this fellow also a Demon? Otherwise, how could he transform like this?

Nevertheless, relying on his absolute confidence in his own power, he initiated the attack first. His body flashed forward, appearing instantly before Liang Xiaoke. He raised a hand and brought it down in a strike aimed directly at Liang Xiaoke's head...

His speed was terrifying, even faster than the Martial Gods Ye Jingyu and the others had encountered. If Luo Xiaofeng were present, he surely couldn't withstand such a swift blow; even Xuan Yuan Xiaozhan, back when he was only at the Second Heaven Realm, would struggle against this velocity.

But Liang Xiaoke was no Martial God. The cultivation technique he practiced had reached the Fifth Stage of the Corpse Emperor, equivalent to the Second Heaven Realm of a Martial God, yet his physical body and raw strength far surpassed what an ordinary Martial God could contend with.

Facing such a rapid strike, a cold sneer touched the corner of his mouth. He extended his right claw and clamped down directly onto Fabregas's attacking claw.

"Break for me... &" Liang Xiaoke roared, twisting his right claw with immense force. Fabregas’s wrist was brutally snapped off, spattering pale gold blood everywhere. Horror contorted Fabregas’s face.

How could this human possess such terrifying strength? And why was his speed equally blinding?

"Go to hell!" Liang Xiaoke paid no heed to Fabregas's confusion. He roared and threw a punch, slamming it directly into Fabregas's chest. A wave of dark, ghostly light flashed, and Fabregas’s entire chest cavity exploded. Dark brown flesh and pale gold blood sprayed in all directions, exposing the pale gold shattered bones within. His body shot backward like a cannonball, slamming heavily into the wall of the City Lord's Manor behind him, completely pulverizing the masonry...

Everyone present, excluding Ye Jingyu, including Reylinna, stared at the scene in stunned silence. Fabregas was, undeniably, a Demon Lord—a true first-rank Demon Lord, no less! How could he not even withstand a single move against this man?

Was he human? Or was he truly one of the Demon Race?

Looking at Liang Xiaoke’s towering, transformed physique, Reylinna felt a wave of intense heat rush through her body, causing her to tremble again...

At that moment, Fabregas slowly dragged himself out of the rubble, still showing signs of life. Liang Xiaoke, who was about to flaunt his victory, saw that his opponent still had fighting capability. He flashed forward again, appearing before Fabregas, grabbing his left arm with one hand and tearing it clean off with a violent yank...

Along with the agony of the breaking bone, Fabregas's eyes filled with abject terror. Just as he was about to utter a plea for mercy, Liang Xiaoke’s claws shot down toward his lower groin... Fabregas's look of fear instantly transformed into utter despair...