As Yan Senxu unleashed this punch, the entire void was enveloped in crimson flames, the collapsing space itself being scorched by the fierce heat. A colossal wave of fiery power surged from within him, finally shattering the intent of Ye Jingyu's preceding strike.

Vaguely, a fire dragon seemed to erupt from his body, unleashing an even grander force that transformed into a sweeping sea of fire, bearing down upon Ye Jingyu.

Yet, facing this inferno, Ye Jingyu showed no hint of fear. His eyes remained filled with the most resolute tenacity, an unwavering belief in absolute victory.

The War Soul Divine Fist intensified its intent, golden luminescence now erupting along the surface of his fist.

With a thunderous crash, Ye Jingyu and Yan Senxu's fists finally collided. A deafening sound echoed as the three Demon Kings watched Yan Senxu's fist and arm begin to shatter inch by inch. His body was then driven down into the earth by an immense pressure, as if being hammered directly into the ground like a nail.

Crimson-gold blood spurted simultaneously from all seven of his orifices, his face turning deathly pale. As for Ye Jingyu, he was merely forced backward by the rebounding shockwave.

Hei Ming Ba Zhan Blass*William, having never encountered Ye Jingyu before, was only horrified by the sheer force of the punch capable of shattering the void. Such power could injure the physical body of a Demon King; this strength was undeniably approaching that of a Demon King. When had such a master emerged in the human realm?

Medusa and Yan Senxu were naturally even more shocked by the speed of Ye Jingyu's power increase. The last time Medusa saw Ye Jingyu, he could, at best, contend with a Sixth-Rank Demon Lord. How could he now unleash a punch of such devastating power? This progression rate was simply too fast.

As for Yan Senxu, there was no need for explanation. The last time he fought Ye Jingyu, he could have easily annihilated him. If he hadn't deployed that grand formation back then, Ye Jingyu would have been slain. Yet, after such a short interval, his strength had escalated to this degree—not only could he confront Yan Senxu without relying on a formation, but he had also severely wounded him with a single blow. How was this possible?

It had only been a few months. Even if human cultivation speed was slightly faster than that of the Demon Race, such a massive leap in capability within mere months defied reason.

Especially Ye Jingyu's physical body—it was demonstrably a Ninth-Rank Demon Lord physique. Even if he subjected himself to constant self-torture daily, it was impossible for his body to be tempered to this realm in such a short time.

He failed to grasp that even without active training, the Thunder Power, Star Power, and Flame Power within Ye Jingyu were continuously refining his physical form. In essence, he was constantly enhancing his physical fortitude every moment, a terrifying testament to the Ba Yuan Jue.

Standing steadily on a clear patch of ground nearby, Ye Jingyu shook his slightly numb arm and cast his gaze towards Hei Ming Ba. Perhaps engaging a Demon King in a spar would be an interesting prospect.

Sensing Ye Jingyu's slightly challenging look, Hei Ming Ba merely smiled, showing no intention of moving. He was the Violet Flame Demon King, the father of Hei Ming Shi Xuan, and one of the oldest Demon Kings in the Demon Realm. His temperament had long reached a state of profound tranquility; why would he be provoked into action by a mere glance from Ye Jingyu?

However, while Hei Ming Ba remained still, Yan Senxu could not tolerate it any longer. He felt utterly disregarded. Even if one possessed the strength to injure a Demon King, could they afford to overlook him? He was, after all, a master infinitely close to a Demon King, possessing the very power Ye Jingyu wielded.

"Aaaah!" With a roar, the flames erupting from Yan Senxu burst forth once more, the crimson fire engulfing the entire sky. The nearby grasses, harder than steel, were instantly incinerated into ash. The ground began to melt, and facing such extreme temperatures, the void itself showed signs of ignition. Ye Jingyu, at least, could see Yan Senxu’s face contorting.

If an ordinary Demon Lord encountered such heat, not only would they be unable to fight, but even approaching Yan Senxu would be impossible. But who was Ye Jingyu? His physique was the Chaos Body; unless the heat exceeded his threshold of tolerance, he could completely disregard any fire attack.

Completely ignoring Yan Senxu's ceaseless torrent of flames, Ye Jingyu’s gaze drifted toward Blass. It was the same look of provocation.

Seeing himself ignored again, Yan Senxu could hold back no longer. All the power within him erupted, gathering intensely into his left fist. Immediately, his left fist blazed with blinding firelight, resembling a miniature sun.

"Die for me, Sun-Tearing Fist!" Yan Senxu bellowed, lunging forward. In a single step, he appeared before Ye Jingyu, as if space itself had been infinitely compressed. His right fist, without hesitation, smashed toward Ye Jingyu.

Before the fist even reached Ye Jingyu, the emanating high temperature had already begun to melt the void, causing the entire space to warp strangely. Ye Jingyu’s clothing was almost instantly burned to ash, though his War Soul Divine Armor shone with seven-colored light, protecting his entire body and preventing public exposure.

However, from start to finish, his expression remained composed, and his eyes never once met Yan Senxu’s gaze directly—or if they did, it was with undisguised contempt.

Yes, although their cultivation realms were similar, and in many aspects, Yan Senxu's proficiency was even more refined, the sheer abnormality of the Chaos Body rendered Yan Senxu’s flames almost useless against him. Unless Yan Senxu possessed a far superior level of power, he could not wound him. Ye Jingyu was inherently positioned in an invincible state; why would he concern himself with Yan Senxu?

Furthermore, having always challenged opponents stronger than himself and perpetually standing at the apex of his own rank, Ye Jingyu understood after their first exchange that the power Yan Senxu was currently unleashing could not match him. If he could disregard opponents stronger than himself, how much less so Yan Senxu?

Constant provocation, continuous disdain—this was all designed to drive Yan Senxu into a complete rage. For humans, anger might lead to a loss of reason, but for a Demon Race member, fury was the very wellspring of their power. What Ye Jingyu intended was to utterly enrage Yan Senxu, forcing him to unleash his utmost strength, and then utterly defeat him.