This might be the result of cultivating the Bā Yuán Jué, for unconsciously, he had developed an attitude that scorned everything—a domineering force, the kind of dominance that proclaimed, "Only I reign supreme under Heaven and Earth."

This was also why he dared to cast a challenging gaze toward Hei Mingba and Zhan Bulasi. Normally, facing a Demon King, even a Ninth-Rank Demon Lord would be trembling in fear; perhaps Yan Senxu was an exception, but to simultaneously challenge two Demon Kings in such a manner, Ye Jingyu was likely the first in history.

At this moment, facing Yan Senxu's earth-shattering furious assault, Ye Jingyu didn't even contemplate moving or putting up any defense. He simply stood there, allowing Yan Senxu's fist to slam into his body.

Seeing Ye Jingyu refuse to dodge or evade, both the Three Great Demon Kings and Yan Senxu were stunned. What was going on? Had his previous attack exhausted too much of his power? Was he now completely incapable of avoiding this blow?

But only for a moment. A hint of a smile flashed across Hei Mingba’s eyes—the kind of smile reserved for witnessing something truly amusing.

Medusa and Zhan Bulasi, however, remained utterly perplexed as to why Ye Jingyu was neither dodging nor resisting. Medusa even showed a trace of concern, faint as if it were nearly non-existent.

"Whoosh..." Yan Senxu's violent left fist struck directly into Ye Jingyu's right chest, forcing all the flames, capable of scorching the void itself, surging into Ye Jingyu’s core.

Immediately, a fiery crimson light erupted from Ye Jingyu's entire body. Yet, his sternum behaved like a massive black hole, ceaselessly devouring the flames pouring in from Yan Senxu's punch.

This was the Demon Flame of the Flame Demon Clan, possessing unparalleled might. Most cultivators, even Demon Lords slightly stronger than Yan Senxu, could not withstand such a Demon Flame. Even Ye Jingyu's current formidable physique felt a searing heat when facing it, showing signs of possibly being melted away.

If Yan Senxu's punch had landed on any other part of Ye Jingyu's body, it might have actually caused injury. But it struck his right chest—the location of his heart, and also the aperture of the Huǒ Yǎn (Fire Eye).

As the terrifying flame breached Ye Jingyu’s body, the Huǒ Yǎn aperture snapped wide open, swallowing every last bit of the incoming flame without hesitation.

The Flame Golden Core spun frantically, incessantly sucking in this torrent of flame energy. However, the power of Yan Senxu’s flame was immense and incredibly swift; it came too fast even for Ye Jingyu's Huǒ Yǎn aperture to absorb entirely. Only a minuscule portion managed to seep out, transforming into that scarlet glow spread across the sky...

Yan Senxu's expression shifted slightly. Although it appeared Ye Jingyu had taken his full punch, the result was not as anticipated—at the very least, Ye Jingyu’s body remained intact, not pulverized by a single strike, and it seemed, perhaps, a portion of his power had even been absorbed?

But this slight change in expression rapidly morphed. Yan Senxu watched in shock as Ye Jingyu's eyes transformed into two suns—yes, two miniature suns radiating scorching light—while a power far more violent, far more potent, and far more fervent erupted fully within his body...

"Phoenix Soaring Nine Heavens..." Ye Jingyu, now entirely wreathed in fire, swept his hands in front of him, launching a palm strike directly at Yan Senxu. Yan Senxu gasped and could only evade at full speed to one side. Having barely dodged that lethal palm, he found Ye Jingyu’s leg sweeping toward him.

It was a leg encased in crimson flame, resembling the tail of a phoenix, sweeping mercilessly into Yan Senxu's lower abdomen. The immense force sent Yan Senxu flying backward, and a wisp of white flame seized the opportunity to surge into his body.

"Ah..." Yan Senxu’s abdomen instantly exploded, the wound blackened and charred by the white flame. He let out a tremendous scream.

For a dignified Flame Demon, one who might well advance to the rank of Demon King, to be injured by flame—if this story got out, no one would believe it, and even the Three Great Demon Kings witnessing it struggled to accept it.

"Li Fire, this is Lí Huǒ (Separating Fire)?" In the blink of an eye, Hei Mingba recovered. As a Demon King master of the Flame of Destruction, having lived for countless ages, he naturally knew more than others.

The Flame of Destruction was the ultimate flame, the one that annihilated everything. But Lí Huǒ was the source of all flames, and fire was one of the constituent elements of life; they were, arguably, two flames at opposite extremes.

"Quickly, this is your opportunity!" Hei Mingba pointed a finger, and without any visible movement, that gesture struck directly onto Yan Senxu's forehead. A stream of purple flame poured into his body, precisely where it began to intertwine with the streak of white Lí Huǒ.

Yan Senxu felt as if he had been suddenly enlightened. He understood instantly what this supposed opportunity meant. One was the fountainhead of fire, the other the ultimate fire; if he could withstand the searing of these two flames and integrate them into his cultivation, he might immediately ascend to the Demon King realm. Yet, he also knew that great benefit came with great peril; if he couldn't resist these two fires, he would certainly be burned to ash.

If it were just one type of flame—whether Lí Huǒ or the Flame of Destruction—it would be impossible for his current self to withstand. But the Flame of Destruction Hei Mingba injected was perfectly matched against that strand of Lí Huǒ. The two fundamentally different flames neutralized each other; he merely needed to control these two flames within his body and slowly refine them.

Ignoring everything else around him, Yan Senxu dissolved into a ball of fiery light, beginning the process of absorbing the Lí Huǒ and the Flame of Destruction.

Seeing Yan Senxu attempt to absorb that wisp of Lí Huǒ, Ye Jingyu knew that if he truly succeeded in absorbing it, there might soon be another opponent at the Demon King level. He would not allow this. His feet moved, and he lunged toward Yan Senxu.

Medusa naturally made no move to stop him. Zhan Bulasi, seeing Yan Senxu absorbing the two flames, vaguely grasped the implications of his success. Although the Blood Clan and the Purple Flame Clan were allies, such an alliance was predicated on both sides maintaining relatively equal strength—at least on the surface. If Yan Senxu were to advance to Demon King, the Flame Demon Clan would possess two Demon Kings, something Zhan Bulasi absolutely did not wish to see. It was a good thing he didn't intervene to stop Yan Senxu's absorption; obstructing Ye Jingyu was out of the question.

Only Hei Mingba’s expression changed; his body shifted, and he instantly appeared in front of Ye Jingyu...