Ye Jingyu had no sensation at all when he found himself transported to another place. The surroundings were still the grass harder than diamond, indicating he was still on the Pantolas Great Prairie, yet there was no sign of a jungle. He surmised he was quite far from the Tianjue Forest.

Before him, besides Yan Senxu, stood three other figures—two men and one woman. One man possessed hair the color of purple, though his features were indistinct; he simply exuded an aura of profound majesty. The other man was pale, dressed in a tailcoat, looking distinctly cold and sinister.

As for the woman, she was someone Ye Jingyu recognized: Medusa. A clear look of surprise flashed across Ye Jingyu’s face upon seeing her, and Medusa, too, visibly paused when she saw him.

The expressions of both naturally drew the attention of Hei Mingba. Observing the astonishment in Medusa’s eyes, Hei Mingba asked with a touch of curiosity, "You seem to know him?"

"Yes, I’ve met him. He is the disciple of Dugu Bacheng!" Medusa nodded gently, then took a step back with her graceful figure before speaking again. "I have some history with Dugu Bacheng. Since he is his disciple, I cannot involve myself in this matter any further!"

"Oh? He is that little fellow Dugu Bacheng's apprentice? Heh heh, I didn't expect it to be him. My little girl has been constantly thinking about him. Now, I’ll see just what makes my girl so fixated on him. Yan Senxu, proceed as you wish!" After learning Ye Jingyu's identity, Hei Mingba merely offered a faint smile, showing no inclination to hold back due to any prior acquaintance.

Ye Jingyu absorbed their conversation. Recalling Medusa standing alongside the purple-haired figure, he had already guessed his identity: Hei Mingba, the Demon King of the Purple Flame Tribe, and the father of Hei Ming Shixuan.

The other figure standing shoulder-to-shoulder with them was likely another Demon King, and one friendly with both the Purple Flame Tribe and the Silver Serpent Clan could only be from the Blood Race.

The Three Great Demon Kings gathered—was it all just to deal with him?

Ye Jingyu pondered this, yet there wasn't a trace of fear in his eyes. Medusa had already declared her stance; she would not intervene. Since Hei Mingba was Hei Ming Shixuan's father, regardless of his reasons for opposing him, he likely wouldn't strike a killing blow. And even if he did strike lethally, was Ye Jingyu truly afraid of him?

Of course, in Ye Jingyu’s estimation, whether it was Hei Mingba, Medusa, or the Demon King beside them, they would all maintain their stature and certainly not attack him directly.

The three Demon Kings indeed had no intention of intervening—at least, not until Ye Jingyu unveiled the Twelve Heaven Witch Annihilation Grand Array. But Yan Senxu had already moved. In his hand materialized a spear wreathed in crimson flames. A chilling smile played on his handsome yet wicked features as his body flashed, bringing him instantly before Ye Jingyu, driving the spear directly toward his heart.

Ye Jingyu merely sneered and flashed backward, instantly putting a thousand zhang between them. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, the tip of Yan Senxu’s spear remained glued to his sternum.

"I forgot to tell you, this entire area has been sealed by our prohibition. You cannot escape," Hei Mingba’s voice resonated at that moment.

The spear tip tore through Ye Jingyu’s outer garment and struck the Divine Soul Battle Armor. A flower bloom of the spear tip erupted, followed by a full-scale explosion. Immense force scattered in every direction, shoving even Yan Senxu backward from the resulting energy surge.

The Battle Soul Divine Armor on Ye Jingyu pulsed with seven-colored light, managing to neutralize the massive impact. However, the recoil still sent Ye Jingyu hurtling back, causing a surge of blood within his body.

Having missed his strike, Yan Senxu stepped forward once more, appearing before Ye Jingyu again. The spear in his hand casually flicked, producing a brilliant spear-bloom at the tip. To Ye Jingyu’s eyes, this bloom was dazzlingly conspicuous.

But before he could fully appreciate the display, the crimson spear lashed out like a fiery serpent, heading straight for his brow. Even before the tip made contact, Ye Jingyu felt a sharp stinging pain on his forehead. If it truly struck, his head would surely be pulverized.

Without activating his Reincarnation Eye, he suddenly extended his right hand and snatched hold of the incoming spear shaft.

"Do you think you can hold it?" Yan Senxu sneered. The spear suddenly burst forth with searing flames, and the entire shaft glowed red-hot. The spear became crystalline and impossibly smooth, offering zero friction.

Though Ye Jingyu feared no flame, the shaft becoming slicker than an eel made it impossible to grip. He watched helplessly as the spear slid right through his grasp.

With a swoosh, the tip pierced directly through Ye Jingyu’s forehead. Yet, no smile graced Yan Senxu’s face; even Hei Mingba, Zhan Bulasi, and Medusa showed a flicker of surprise. He dodged it? How did he dodge it?

"The spear is fine, but unfortunately, your spear technique is a little too poor!" Ye Jingyu’s voice echoed from behind Yan Senxu. Startled, Yan Senxu broke out in a cold sweat, violently pulling the spear back to execute a perfect reverse thrust. But after the motion, he realized Ye Jingyu wasn't behind him at all.

"Die, Battle Soul Divine Fist!" At that instant, Ye Jingyu’s voice boomed down from directly above him. Yan Senxu looked up to see Ye Jingyu plunging downwards, his right fist clenched, hurtling toward him.

The sharp eyes of the Three Great Demon Kings were formidable, yet none of them perceived how Ye Jingyu had reached Yan Senxu’s zenith. The surprise on their faces deepened.

But as Ye Jingyu unleashed that punch, their look of surprise transformed into sheer terror.

Yan Senxu, caught in the center, felt an indescribable pressure bearing down on him. The surrounding void began to crackle, collapse, and compress. He felt as if his body was about to be flattened.

What kind of fist was this? The mere intent of the punch generated such power. If this blow landed, would he have any chance of survival?

A ferocious battle intent suddenly erupted in Yan Senxu’s eyes. His body instantly ignited with streaks of fiery red flames, and the crimson spear in his hand transformed into a fire dragon that surged directly into his body. He clenched his right fist and met the incoming attack with an equally simple punch.

Blazing Dragon Eruption Fist!