Liang Xiaoke simply grabbed Fabregas by the groin and yanked hard. There was a crisp snap, like something shattering, immediately followed by a scream so agonizing it pierced the sky—a cry ripped raw by unbearable pain.

Fabregas was curled tightly on the ground, trying desperately to cover the wound beneath him, but both his arms had been broken by Liang Xiaoke. All he could do was clamp his legs together. His face cycled rapidly from pale gold to white, then red, then cyanotic, finally settling into a deep, bruised purple-black. Sweat poured from his brow in thick beads.

Seeing Fabregas’s agony, every male creature present involuntarily tightened their legs. Even Ye Jingyu was secretly astonished by Liang Xiaoke’s savagery. Snapping the man’s arms was one thing; tearing out his genitals was downright unsportsmanlike.

Only Leilina’s adoration for Liang Xiaoke deepened at the sight of such bloody methods. She didn't spare a glance for the man convulsing on the floor—her husband.

The Demon Realm was a world where strength reigned supreme. If your fist was large enough, you could do absolutely anything you desired.

“Now that I have defeated Fabregas, from this moment on, I am the City Lord of Fabregas City, the ruler of this land. Do you all agree?” Liang Xiaoke planted a boot firmly on Fabregas’s abdomen, his blood-red eyes coldly sweeping over the assembled crowd.

Beholding the helpless Fabregas on the ground, seeing the spreading stain of blood, everyone instantly bowed down to Liang Xiaoke.

The strong ruled; he had won, so they would follow him. It was that simple.

“Hahaha, beautiful Miss Leilina, might I have the honor of inviting you to my residence for a private discussion?” Liang Xiaoke laughed heartily, approaching Leilina and extending his monstrous claw toward her with theatrical politeness.

Hearing Liang Xiaoke instantly claim the place as his own and invite the former mistress, Ye Jingyu felt a surge of disdain.

“Of course, my mighty Lord…” But as Leilina finished her assent, he felt a sense of grim acceptance wash over him. This was the rule of the Demon Realm; it was meant to be this way, wasn't it?

Watching Leilina walk ahead, her small hands continually stroking the surface of Liang Xiaoke’s alluring scales, Ye Jingyu shook his head. He walked over to Fabregas, wrenched the giant body up in one grip, and headed toward the City Lord’s Mansion.

The other demons were startled to see Ye Jingyu’s seemingly frail frame lift Fabregas’s immense bulk so easily, but having witnessed Liang Xiaoke’s power, they were not overly surprised.

Fabregas’s mansion was vast, even larger than the Imperial Palace of the Southern Cloud Empire, a testament to the Demon Realm's abundant resources. Although the architecture mimicked human styles, it was far cruder; in terms of luxury and artistry, it could not compare to the Southern Cloud Imperial Palace, perhaps not even matching the residence of a mid-ranking official.

Ignoring Liang Xiaoke and Leilina, who were already indulging in private matters elsewhere, Ye Jingyu dragged Fabregas, guided by a servant, into a secret chamber. He needed to extract a segment of memory from Fabregas’s mind and refine the entirety of his essence blood into a Spirit Elixir.

Though he had no immediate need for such elixirs, those around him did. Ye Longyi and Lin Xiaoyi, for instance, were still stuck at the Great Grandmaster realm.

By now, Fabregas had stopped screaming. His eyes were vacant, suggesting resignation to his fate.

After setting up several protective barriers, Ye Jingyu sighed softly, looking at the devastating state of Fabregas. Just as he was about to employ the Soul Snatch technique, Fabregas suddenly lifted his head and rasped, “You cannot kill me!”

“Oh? And why can’t I kill you?” Ye Jingyu paused, genuinely surprised that the broken man could still speak.

“Because…” Fabregas paused again, drawing Ye Jingyu’s full attention. He failed to notice the flicker of cold light in Fabregas’s eyes.

“Because you can’t kill me!” Fabregas roared, and a surge of pale golden light erupted from his body. His severed arm—the one ripped halfway off—shot toward Ye Jingyu’s heart. The broken half grew with terrifying speed. By the time it reached Ye Jingyu’s chest, it had fully reformed into a razor-sharp claw. A triumphant sneer stretched across Fabregas’s face.

The Golden Horn Clan’s greatest power wasn't brute force, but their regenerative capability. As long as the golden horn atop their heads remained intact, they could regenerate continuously—a secret even Leilina was unaware of.

Having felt Liang Xiaoke’s overwhelming strength, Fabregas knew he was defeated. Thus, he chose humiliation and played the part of a man stripped of all hope. Now, only the slender Ye Jingyu remained. Perhaps this man had some power, but Fabregas judged that such a delicate-looking man couldn't possess much. Therefore, he struck without hesitation.

Seeing his claws poised above Ye Jingyu’s heart, Fabregas’s smile widened. He could already envision his claws tearing open the man’s chest, savoring the sight of that crimson heart...

A human heart—the most exquisite delicacy.

But Fabregas’s smile froze halfway, becoming a rigid mask of horror. Unseen until that moment, Ye Jingyu’s seemingly delicate hand had materialized in front of him, gripping his attacking claw with iron firmness.

Feeling the immense force transmitted through the grip, Fabregas’s face paled once more. A chilling thought surfaced: this man’s strength was even more terrifying than that monstrous brute moments ago?

“Heh. I was merely planning to grant you a quick end, but you still dared to try killing me? Then don’t blame me. This horn must be your strongest point. Today, you’ll see just how much power I wield!” Ye Jingyu’s mouth curled into a wicked grin, his gaze fixed entirely on the single horn atop Fabregas’s head.

“No…” At Ye Jingyu’s words, Fabregas’s face contorted in panic, and he tried to beg for mercy, but Ye Jingyu’s fist was already hurtling toward the golden horn.

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